[center][h3][color=9e0b0f]James Oake[/color][/h3]
[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Raven's dreamscape
[b][u]Interacting With;[/u][/b] Raven Daemon [@WhiteStar19][/center][hr][hr]

As the bigger boy started whaling on him, all James could think was, [color=9e0b0f][i]this kid has issues.[/i][/color]  He did his best to redirect Harvey's attacks, but he didn't always succeed.  Ah, well.  He was no stranger to pain.  Not everyone appreciated his lifting their wallets, and some managed to take him by surprise.  If they attacked before he could persuade them, there was little he could do, other than run.  The few times police had gotten involved, he had managed to convince them that he was completely innocent.  One of the benefits of being Hermes's kid.

Then, for whatever reason, he felt himself getting sleepy.  It wasn't like falling unconscious due to pain; he had a bit of experience with that.  No, it was more like falling into bed after a long day, and he didn't fight it.  After all, no matter what was causing this or way, he could spin it to his advantage later.  What he wasn't expecting was to feel as if he was waking up mere moments later.  Then he heard his sister's voice.

Opening his eyes, James disregarded Raven's instructions just a little.  He wanted to see where he was was, so he turned his head to the side.  Immediately, he regretted it; not for the flare of physical pain, but for the emotional pain that hit him like a stab through the heart.  [color=9e0b0f][i]All these years, and I'm still not over it.[/i][/color]  He thought, closing his eyes again with a frown.  There was no need to keep up his poker face, not here, not with Raven.  [color=9e0b0f]"Where are we?"[/color]  He asked, voice strained.  [color=9e0b0f]"We can't be where I think we are, cause this happened 11 years ago."[/color]