[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/WTah0W6.jpeg[/img] [sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=cb6b06][b]#cb6b06[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=d13b00][b]#d13b00[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]ghost rider[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/GpJ0hqJ][color=808080][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [color=808080][b]his penthouse[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]While James wasn’t the type of guy who was particularly bashful, being in a room full of relative strangers in a pair of shorts that weren’t his was not the best recipe for comfort. On top of being butt ass naked in front of the… [i]whatever[/i] this fucking group was, he just destroyed one of the few outfits he had to his name—well the spirit did. [color=d13b00]It wasn’t [i]my[/i] idea to burn down the fucking church,[/color] the voice rumbled its disagreement in the back of James’s skull. Now that they were out of the simulation, Judge was restless like he needed to stretch his legs just to make sure he could. It took more control than James had the energy for. He wasn’t able to go five minutes without adjusting in his seat or trying to keep his steaming in check. The only thing that kept him glued to his seat was his attempt at being respectful and observing the other simulations, and the vague curiosity at seeing what else the others were capable of. After him and Jules it was Imogen and Luke who were up next. James figured Lieutenant douche bag could probably hold his own in a fight… [i]unfortunately.[/i] He would have enjoyed watching Luke get his ass kicked, but what he lacked in tack he seemed to make up for in physical… [i]whatever.[/i] Imogen, on the other hand, proved to be a bit surprising. She had told them all that she had a diamond form, but he didn’t really know what that meant or what that made her capable of. She was strong, that much was sure, but before he could really see anything else Luke called out Watermelon and ended the training. James’s brows furrowed, confused at the man’s disregard. Out of everyone he expected Captain America Jr. to be the one person to take it seriously, but not only was he too good for everything else… He was also too good for training, apparently. James didn’t hide his slight smirk as he intentionally watched Luke the entire time he walked from the simulation room back to his seat. He might think he’s Mr. Perfect, but so far he was the only person to tap out. While he imagined blondie would keep his mouth shut, there was a little part of him—[i]and Judge[/i]—that wanted him to get smart, just so James could rub it in his face that at least [i]he[/i] finished his training while being heavily handicapped, and Luke was just a bitch. But rather than seeking a fight, he settled for a shit eating, smug grin and judgemental side eye. While he thought that Imogen and Lukes’s training was going to be the beginning and the end of people tapping out, James was quickly realizing that was just the tip of the iceberg and things were only going to continue going downhill from there. Myla and Jim seemed to be off to a decent enough start, but their communication was abysmal. It was hard for James to fully understand or follow because he didn’t have the slightest fucking clue what Jim was [i]trying[/i] to do, but him calling his partner an [i]’idiot’[/i] before ending their training definitely said whatever plan the guy had was fucked up by whatever Myla was doing. He didn’t blame her for being pissed, between being openly chastized, minimal communication, and bleeding… James couldn’t say he wouldn’t have been ticked too. That only left one more training and while James didn’t like Ronnie for personal, and slightly jealous reasons… You know, that and the fact that she fed Coronel ass munch’s ego, he had expected it should have gone well enough. It was quickly apparent from their less than amiable banter that there was some history between Ronnie and Theo. Definitely something sexual. And, as if James needed more clarity on the matter, there was a kiss—promptly followed by a smack—then the final training ended abruptly with another tap out. He wasn’t keeping track but that had to be half of the simulations that didn’t make it to the end. James stood up, preparing to leave when Myla came barreling past him, going straight for Ronnie. He barely managed to step out of the way before she started swinging. He watched in a stunned silence while backing away to make sure he didn’t get pulled into the fray. The last thing this ticking time bomb needed was an impromptu visit from the spirit. [color=d13b00]Sounds like fun to me.[/color] [color=cb6b06]"[i]Shut up,[/i]"[/color] James muttered under his breath at the trigger happy spirit. He waited and watched off to the side as whatever semblance of teamwork vanished. Shit was obviously going to hell in a hand basket when they were all grasping at straws to form some sort of team. This was like locking a bunch of feral cats in a room together to try and force them to get along. The only thing that would come from it was violence and blood shed. Perhaps he was a pessimist, but James was struggling to see how any of this would work. Hell, he was still trying to understand why the fuck he was there. He could just leave… Maybe he should. The thought had crossed his mind more than once. He felt like a stark outlier compared to everyone else. He had no skin in the matter, no personal connections with anyone there, and he definitely wasn’t fucking someone like over half of them seemed to be doing. The only thing that was keeping him there was a promise… Was that even worth it anymore? Once the hot heads had parted their ways and disappeared up into the tower, he made his way over toward the elevator and stepped inside with his arms crossed over his bare chest. First he’d get himself a change of clothes from his penthouse and then…? He wasn’t entirely sure… But the temptation was growing. With a press of the button for the tenth floor the metal doors slid shut, closing him off from the others and carrying him up to his apartment.[/color][/justify][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] [center][sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [color=808080][b]interactions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none [color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]mentions[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] just about everyone[color=2e2c2c]...............[/color] [b]collabs[/b] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c]....[/color] none[/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center]