[h1][b][i][color=MediumSpringGreen][center]James Kingston[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Location[/b][/color]: Outside
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]
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James listened to her long winded explanation. Why she was wasting time, he wasn’t sure. Any high schooler who even so much as glanced at a biology book knew spinal injuries were only for the experts to handle and despite what Sapphire might think he thought of himself, he was fully aware this was well outside his area of expertise. But maybe she just liked the sound of her voice. Not likely but an amusing thought nonetheless. More than likely it was her weird way of shifting guilt in a situation she’d caused and reasserting her dominance over someone she didn’t care for to make herself feel somewhat better. Boring, banal, bland. At least make it interesting. Anyone with eyes, and probably without, knew Sapphire didn’t like him. She didn’t need to hide behind this half baked excuse. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“You don’t give a shit about me on a normal day, no need to beat around the bush, but I’m not here about you. I was here to fix this and realized I couldn’t yet.”[/color] James cut straight to the point, not particularly interested in hearing more of her drivel. He did keep his voice down but raised it at Luna’s question. [color=mediumspringgreen] “They went back home, Luna. Magneto just picked up his daughter from a playdate. Sit back down and I’ll help you inside in a second.”[/color] He turned his attention back to the ice queen. 

[color=mediumspringgreen]“So, what’s your call here doc?”[/color] James asked, whispering again. [color=mediumspringgreen]“I’m waiting on your orders.”[/color]