[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: The Sewers 
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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Okay, this situation was far more optimal than what he expected when Sushine started smoking and Grey [i]literally[/i] caught fire. He didn’t particularly want to fight down in the sewers with some unknown group of people, especially ones that offered room and board considering he was on the run now. Oh.

The realization of the consequences of his actions hit him like a ton of bricks and it took a lot to keep himself from vomiting. What would his family say about this? Well actually most of them could go to hell but his father would have been royally disappointed.  This is what he got for sticking his nose in other people’s business. Shoulda kept his head down and kept on walking. What was he going to do now? What did being on the run even mean? Would the purifiers and their ilk be hunting him like the others now?

[color=mediumspringgreen]‘Stop panicking. Bad time, bad time.’[/color] He thought to himself. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Uh, I don’t really have a “mutant” name. You know, didn’t expect all…”[/color] He gestured at everything around them. [color=mediumspringgreen]“Still kinda thinking I’m going to wake up and it’ll have been a bad dream, not gonna lie.”[/color]