[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 Grove -> The Green Lagoon
[color=MediumSpringGreen][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A[/center]

James waved goodbye as he and others left the Grove. His mind wandered as he found some time alone, thoughts of the festival predominate in the beginning. He’d never put together something this large so he’d have to rely on the experience of others to get by probably. It went without saying he’d have to get some idea of an outline and find people most interested in participating and asking what they would like to see and do but those were broad directions with lots and lots of little parts that James hadn’t even considered. But it couldn’t be any more difficult than trying to get a bunch of M-Pox riddled mutants out of a purifier raid while tear gas was pouring in from every direction, right?

James just shook his head at the thought. What had his life become that he was comparing setting up a festival to death defying escapes? But now they could put that behind them because they’d found somewhere that didn’t need people to protect them from Purifiers, didn’t need people to fight to provide them basic human rights, didn’t need people to shunt them from one run down safe house to another and damn, if that didn’t make James so incredibly happy. He hadn’t even been with the Underground for long―the others had been involved way longer―but the exhaustion that came with made it seem like it had been years. The constant struggle just to survive, not including keeping their wards alive and well, must have aged everyone well beyond their years. 

But that was okay because they finally stopped running. James hadn’t really dared entertain the idea that they could actually have something stable but here he was, slowly building together that life he always thought he’d have. Maybe it isn’t back in the United States surrounded by familiar neighbors, friends, and family but here he was on his way to pick up the man of his dreams, go pick up their son, and take him home. He felt himself tear up at the little bubble of happiness that surged in his chest. It may not have been what he imagined (he highly doubted anyone could have imagined this) but he loved it all the same.