( it's only after dark that jason comes out to the carnival in full gear, the glow his helmet gives off dulled down to just barely a glimmer of blue, activity in the visor almost non-existent. skirting around the edges of food booths and various activities laid out for the. . celebration, it's evident enough he's searching for something, even if it's not quite clear what that something may be.

usually, perhaps, he'd try to be a bit more stealthy about wandering about. now? he keeps to corners, but keeping an eye out for anyone who might notice him lurking around corners. )

( during the earlier hours of the evening, a man with a hoodie drawn in low over his face, a ballcap on under it, and obviously. . bulkier gear on under it (the cargo pants worn over legs are absolutely covered in gear, metal strapped to calves and covering knees, giant assed combat boots) wanders around the carnival, clearly not doing anything suspicious. what kind of suspicious person wanders around in a hoodie for fuck's sake?

anyone close enough would notice the "J" burned into the skin of a cheek, but jason does his best to keep anyone from getting close enough to notice; if someone starts walking right towards him, he turns on his heels and starts strolling off towards the side. and looking any closer, one could note an eerie resemblance to another resident of wonderland.

he seems more interested in staring down shit than actually playing any of the carnival games or trying any of the food. )