Chaotic. Yeah, from what Jason could tell, chaotic was something of an understatement. The complex was no Arkham Asylum, sure, but from the looks of the people who lived there alone, Jason could easily admit that he wouldn't have wanted to stick around the place for too long even if he had landed himself there anyway. Not that the people were crazy. No, the card of insanity was his own to claim ; it was the massive clusterfuck of individuals from different cultures, worlds, and experiences that Jason wanted to stay the hell away from. There were far too many of them holed up in one place, most of who were capable of far more damage than the average apartment building contained. Jason might have been one to talk the big talk, but he didn't want to trap himself in there with them one one of their bad days, especially when he was having one of his own. With the way he worked, with his skewed perspective of the world, and what he chose to do with the skills he himself possessed, Jason understood that he'd sooner be locked away or attacked in a place like that than accomplish what he believed needed to be done. And while Jason was all for picking fights, he understood that there were some things that were more important than others.
Not that he couldn't take some of them. Maybe even most of them. What? Being logical about his motives didn't mean that he wasn't allowed to have a really big head on his shoulders.
Former hunter. Friend of the owners. Mary Winchester, mother of the two men who were often posting in the boards. Check, check, check, and double check. Jason gave Mary's hand a shake and nodded. "Must be a tough gig, watching your boys out on the playing field while you're stuck sitting on the bench because you chose to 'opt out.'" There was a chance that might've come out the wrong way, but Jason didn't mean any harm by it. It was a curious enough statement. "I'm Jason. Not a hunter, but it's every bit a career choice I'm considering. Seems like it's the only real place I can do any good around here." Save taking care of the usual street scum. They didn't seem all too big a deal when compared to what was really going on in the grand scheme of things. End of the world versus drug wars? Yeah, the bigger picture was definitely starting to sink in. "You said you know the owners of this joint? You think they can push me in the right direction as far as the how to, where to, and so on?"