Scotty slid out of the machine, grinning, a long dark streak running from his right eye to his chin.

A drop of it ran down from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

He would note her well; she had a scar running from her left eye to her chin.

He frequently had vertical stripes running down from his forehead to his chin, running across the eyes.

A black smudge ran across his forehead to his chin.

He kissed her forehead, ran his fingers from her ear to her chin.

He runs around with a visor down to his chin and a body full of armor.

Carefully, she touched the scar that ran from her temple to her chin.

He smiled and the long scar that ran from his forehead to his chin became a livid white.

Something broke, and warm, wet stuff, salty tasting, ran from his mouth to his chin.