[center][b][h1][color=lightblue]James Walker
The War-Spider[/color][/h1][/b]
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Location: Hotel - Gala Fundraiser
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[indent][color=lightblue][i]'Why am I here.'[/i][/color]  A fundraiser in some sort of fancy shindig was the last place the young bald male leaned against a wall just looking over the gala one James Walker. If Oberon didn't literally save his life he wouldn't be here now rubbing elbows with people who are trying to make themselves feel better by eating high dollar foods just to say they are giving their money off to good causes.  James pulled a flask out from his pocket and took a swig then sighed.  He felt nothing from it and as if to tell him that a robotic voice in his head tells him, [color=blue][i]"Your metabolism is much higher than it use to be Mister Walker.  Your alcoholic drinks wont have any affect."[/i][/color]

A deeper sigh escaped James's mouth as he just reacts to the voice in his head that most others wouldn't be hearing. He needed something anything to drag him out of this place.  James dressed up for this thing, in a fancy suit.  He had unintentionally dressed up as the staff that were running the gala.  As he sees someone who came up to him and asked for a drink he replies, [color=lightblue]"I'm not a butler, or a waiter, so...GO A...WAY."[/color] The person scoffed off as James had answered them rather rudely.  

His fist clenched as the person insulted him the computer voice says to James, 'No you cannot hit them."  James unclenched his fist.  James thinks to himself to answer the computer, [color=lightblue][i]"Guardian remind me, did I get added to the security detail to this fundraiser?"[/i][/color] The answer was quick, [color=blue][i]"No, you keep asking this every time someone mistakes you for one of the waiters.  Oberon wanted you to rest up and relax.  You just past the last of the tests letting you leave the hospital.  Also he has his own security guys on this..."[/i][/color] and the response to this from James was just another sigh and another swig from his flask that still did nothing for him.

James goes back to brooding in his little corner walking people dance drink and what not while he rather be outside doing anything else then sitting here watching rich people pat themselves on their own backs.  He didnt think this of Mister Price at all but most others he judged with this way of thinking.  [color=lightblue][i]'Ah screw it, I'm out of here'[/i][/color] James then slowly tries to make his way to the exit wanting to get out  of this place.  Before he passes out from boredom or before he decks the next person who insults him for not getting them a drink. He thought he would apologize to  Oberon later for leaving early should he be able to get out of this place without some sort of incident occurring. [/indent]