[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 Mutant Underground's New HQ
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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While he worked, James gave everyone a wide berth. The frustration that drove him to lash out at Casper was still bubbling under his skin but having something to focus on gave it time to settle. The guilt creeped into the space the anger left and he sighed as he encountered yet [i]another[/i] set of useless wires. The entire place needed rewiring, almost all the insulation needed to be replaced, the ceiling was sagging and that was never a good sign, and they needed to deal with the rat problem. Traps and sealant galore. James hated dealing with rats. And of course, Max and Leighton left with all the knowledge of every person in the Underground. James was tempted to crack his head against the wall and just be done with it but he knew he’d just be left with a headache. Please, someone just kill him now.

Maybe Sunshine could help him out.  

Except he’d prefer not to die of plague. James shuddered at the thought and moved on from that train of thought onto the gnawing feeling in his chest. Damn it. Now was as good a time as ever. So he made his way back to the couch Casper was sitting on and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Hey, I’m sorry for snapping at you. That wasn’t cool and it was way out of line. You’ve gone through some shit and I probably shouldn’t judge how you’ve handled it since I don’t really understand it. At all really. Still wrapping my head around the whole [i]Hey, ghosts are real thing[/i] but yeah, sorry. Um, did you wanna tag along? I know its a lousy way to hang out but I want to check on Cayden after Vulcan nearly seared his face off and I want to check the bedrooms to see how many rat traps we might need?”[/color] James was rambling a little but he thought if the world, and apparently [i]fuckign ghosts[/i], weren’t going to let them hang out in a somewhat normal manner then this would have to do.