[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 froze when she grabbed him, pulling him closer. He felt so much [i]anger[/i] at the motion and he wasn’t really sure what to do with it. It was all he could do not to try and snap each of her fingers, remind her that he wasn’t something he could shove around at her whim, but it died out at her accusation. James snapped back into this world, going stiff as a board as he realized what happened. He felt sick to his stomach and something unpleasant crawled over his skin. He needed to get that under control. He was [i]here[/i] with the mutant underground. He should have been normal. He should have been fine. Everything [i]was[/i] fine.

The bullet felt like lead in his pocket.

However, the urge to smack her when she shoved him was all him right now. He didn’t know where all the other stuff came from. All he’d said was she didn’t like him―which isn’t unreasonable since she’s always been unpleasant towards him. It was a good day when they never crossed paths honestly.―and that he was waiting for her plan because he knew he couldn’t touch it. This woman exhausted him to no end and she was quickly reaching the end of his tolerance. He could be patient, had been patient for months, but her abrasiveness was seriously wearing him thin. If she didn’t dislike him was she just a dick because she could be? Because she found some sort of sick, twisted pleasure in treating people like this? James didn’t know and he didn’t want to put anymore effort into this but he might have to; the Underground having two members with issues towards each other, because James was developing some really fast, was a problem they didn’t need. They had plenty of others. 

James fished out his cellphone, checking the text and closing his eyes briefly. He held back a groan and quickly sent out a response - [color=mediumspringgreen][i]“Dealing with the brotherhood’s mess. Came hunting for Polaris. Will be ready as soon as possible.”[/i][/color]

[color=mediumspringgreen] “Veil texted. They’re bringing Jack back and they’ll need your help after this, Luna.”[/color] James explained with an apologetic look as he put the phone away again. He really didn’t like an m-pox victim straining themselves, much less Luna. He felt far more protective over her than others but he blamed that on the fact that she had nearly died in his hands. He settled down next to Echo on the ground, leaving his hand out in case Echo needed something to hold onto through this. [color=mediumspringgreen] “Hey, we’ve got you. Even if something goes wrong and you get cut up a little more, I’m here to make sure you get pieced back together. I haven’t failed anyone yet. Well, I’m not counting Magik. She may have sold her soul to a demon but as long as you haven’t done that we’ll have you up on your feet in no time.”[/color] James tried comforting Echo. He couldn’t imagine what the man was going through but it’d all be a distant memory sometime soon. [color=mediumspringgreen]“And I’m sorry for being a dick early.”[/color]