JAMES ALEXANDER POTTER,
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BASICS – let us never forget what we might have missed.

FULL NAME:
DOB: “I’ve been callin’ the ides of Mach my birthday, so the fifteenth of march during the year of 1960, so you may as well do the same.”
AGE: “If I was born in 60th year of the century that’d put me in my 7th year of school, and that’d make me seventeen, ‘tis simple math really.”
SEX: “I’m male… just incase you happen to be daft.”
EDUCATION: “I’m good at creating a spot of trouble at this point, but the ministry of magic happens to think I have a year more of classes and exams left before I can become a productive member of society.”
ETHNICITY: “I’ve got a wee bit of French from m’ mum’s side, the rest is purely that of a good Englishmen. “
SIBLINGS: “Dad said he couldn’t imagine more than one little terror running around his house, don’t blame them really, I had to be a bit of a handful.
PARENTS: “Mum and dad have some interesting names if you ask me, don’t tell them I said that, I don’ mean any disrespect. Abraham Potter found m’ mum shortly after school, it seems that it always goes like that. Mrs. Liberty Potter came only a short while after their meetin’. ”
HOMETOWN:
HAIR COLOUR: “ Well it’s taken a few years of practice, but I can finally tame this mop of black hair on my head, Merlin knows I’m rarely motivated enough to do so.”
EYE COLOUR: “ Blue… I personally like the word azure, it sounds a little more important.”
HEIGHT: “I’m not a short bloke, but I’m not exactly the tallest walking around school at shy of two meters.”
WEIGHT: “ Well I’m not exactly built like a beater, that’s for damn sure, I weigh in at abou’ 160 pounds… not the muggle money.”
MISCELLANEOUS: “I was thinkin’ of getting a wicked cool dragon tattoo across my back, but Merlin knows mum’d flay me alive.”


SURVEY – we never understand what is on our noses.

001. Have you ever attempted the ‘corpse pose’ in yoga? “T’ be perfectly fair I’m not one hundred percent sure what this yoga business is, not much to do with muggles mos’ the time. If I had to take a guess I’d say that’d involve planting my face on the ground none to gracefully… and yeah, I’ve done that.”
002. Are there any monsters living under your bed? “Nope, not one under m’ bed, but I think mum said something about a ghoul she just tried to banish from the linens cupboard. Nasty business that, but she said the moaning when she wanted a new case for her pillow was more than she cared to deal with.”
003. Who would you vote for president of the United States? “Assuming that the president is something like the minister of magic I’d say that if I could vote in the election it’d been for the bloke who was ready for a spot of change... The states seem a bit distant from time to time.”
004. Who would you vote for prime minister of Canada? “ I’m not exactly sure why you want me mucking around in muggle business, I’m not better fit to do that than they are to sort around in ours… It’s just different… I’ll have t’ talk to a few of my friends who understand muggle government before I answer that one.”
005. And how about Great Britain? “Well at least this one makes a spot of sense t’ me. I don’t much care for that bloke in office now, as word has it he’s not overly good at talking with our minister, and I could see that causing some trouble if something were to happen.”
006. Given the opportunity, would you travel to Somaliland? “… That name seems vaguely familiar… is that where they catch the creatures they can make invisibility cloaks out of? If it is I wouldn’t say no to a holiday there I’ve been somewhat curious how they make those cloaks.”
007. Would you support a friend and give up something you wanted? “Bit of a dumb question really, I’d give my blood for my friends, and I’m pretty confident they’d do just the same for me. ‘Cept for Padfoot… I’m pretty sure he knows enough to just take without asking at this point.”
008. What is you favourite colour/style of socks? “I’m not quite clear on how much more random you plan getting from here, but I happen to like a pair of fluffy red socks.”
009. Which word do you find most intriguing? “I’ve always like the word… Stupendous, it’s just so much more fun to say than great or good… and it drives my dad up the wall… he calls it slang, it’s a proper word.”
010. Silver or gold? “I’d have to say that not only is gold far more attractive, it looks far better with red.”
011. If you had a superpower, what would it be? “Super power… I’d like to think I’m a talented enough individual as it is but… if I must I’d love the ability to… I’d love to have the ability… bloody hell I’m not sure what I’d want to be able to do that I can’t do with magic… How about the ability fly without a broom or charm? That’d be pretty alright… albeit it’d be a bit boring of a super power, but I don’t mind who I am.”
012. Best memory? “There’s a few that come to mind… most of which would be rather rude of me to make an official comment on. I think I have just the memory for you though; it’s one of those carefree memories from childhood that nearly every bloke around here would tell you…

It wasn’t long ago that the final traces of snow had melted away from yellowish grass that had seen better days, that wasn’t even to mention that the garden outside of the window that James was looking through had seen better days. Him mum might have given her flowerbeds a bit of extra help if James hadn’t been getting over that small spell dragon pox. That was probably why his green eyes were fixated on the great outdoors, even if it was still barely above freezing. He hadn’t been so much as allowed to wander from his bed for about a week now, and now that his mum had finally managed to press the pox in to remission he was getting close to be free once more.

“Mum, why can’t I go outside? Dad said it’s barely even cold…”
”James if you ask once more I’ll have you tucked back into your bed so tight that you won’t even be able to move a muscle!”
”Yes Mum…
Slowly James stepped back from the window, his expression crestfallen, and clearly defeated. Liberty Potter had taken on the motherly tone of voice, the exact tone of voice that left no room for reasoning or negation. James had figured that one out for sure, if he wanted anything he wasn’t about to say a word to his mother contrary to what she had just said. Still with the snow finally gone he had hope of finding the gnomes around again… at least he could throw them for a spot of fun around here.

Slowly James let his feet lead him away from the window that allowed him to view a world he wanted to be a real part of for a time. His only hope was to quietly wait for his father to get home, and beg him to talk with his mother. Otherwise James was quite sure that after he’d been sick his mother would keep him under her careful watch for at least a week longer. With a sigh James let his body flop onto the couch, listening silently to his mother’s hurried steps as she tried to catch up on the house. Liberty was usually so careful with her house, so James knew her careful method of organization could go on all afternoon while he waited for his father.

The saying goes “speak of the devil and he shall appear”, but apparently think of him and perhaps he’ll find his way around you too. While Abraham was anything but the devil, he had a way of showing up exactly when James needed to be rescued from his mother’s loving tyranny. James sat upright as he heard the steps on the brick outside the house, very different from his mother’s.
” James, come here for a moment if you would!”
Liberty’s voice had broken into the careful concentration of James’ assessment. Quickly James’ young feet scampered away from the couch he’d found to call home for the afternoon. His eyes were greeted by a smiling father and a somewhat nervous looking mother. James noticed that her knuckles were white, and her lips were pressed into a serious line. Quickly James let his eyes dart over to the joyous expression that was on his father face.

” Well m’ boy, I’ve decided that it’s about time I introduce you to the wonderful world that is flying, as you can tell your mum is none to pleased. “
Abraham let his chuckle filtered through the room, luckily it all but defused his wife as he pulled a newly packaged broom for behind his back.
013. Worst experience? “It’s always easier to think of the bad things somehow, I’m not sure why, it’s just like they stick out a little better. It might be that most of my bad memories seem closer to the surface, a bit more recent. …
” What exactly do you mean you let it slip about the willow?”
James had a taught tone to his voice, clearly laced with nerves, and for the first time in about a week one hundred percent serious. His eyes were glaring across the room toward his friend… and at this point he wasn’t exactly sure how long that word might continue to last. The room around James seemed a bit like a moving blur as he did his best to assess what he’d just been informed of. Snape knew that the williow could be paralyzed with the touch of a knot… that was not good news at all. James let his glance quickly shoot toward Lupin, assessing the pale tint his skin had taken even in the warm fire’s light.
”Do you really take me as daft? I didn’t tell him the right knot, by the time he figures that out the willow will be playing a nice game of quidditch with Snape’s face.”
If James hadn’t been angry before he certainly was livid at this point. His breathing was nearing ragged with rage. The only thing that was standing between James and his best mate was the room full of witnesses. This was something that to James’ disappointment needed to be fixed quietly and quickly. Lupin’s face had continued to drain of color, and Peter looked fit to pass out at a moments notice. It was the smug look on Black’s face that had James the most irritated, his other two friends has it right, fear should be the proper response.
” You do realize that he’s going to be killed by that tree you bloody idiot? I certainly hope your happy with yourself, because this is the end of Hogwarts for us.”
Finally James watched Black’s face fall for a moment, realizing that he had in fact condemned himself to disgracing his family… and living with them for the rest of his days. Served the idiot bloody well right if you asked James, none of them actually cared for that sniveling ball of slime Snape, but James knew that him dying was not an acceptable fate for him. There was Lilly to consider too, everyone would find out one way or the other that the four of them had to at least some extent been responsible and that… well that would result in her undying hate for him.
” You three are staying here, all of us can’t fit under my cloak, and I think it’s best that I sort this out myself… We’ll be discussing this later Padfoot… this would be funny if it wasn’t school on the line.”
The wind moved through James’ hair as he ran up the stairs toward his trunk, and toward the piece of cloth that would be vital in saving that sniveling ball of slime from certain death. He didn’t stop even as a few of the younger members his house asked what was up exactly. By the time he had his cloak on most of his friends that weren’t part of his inner circle knew James was up to something, and like always they sat back, expecting a good laugh in the morning. It wouldn’t be a laugh at all if he couldn’t get his ass moving at about twice its current pace. It was hard not to fumble with the cloth as his hands shook from the adrenaline that was coursing though his veins. With a swallow James pulled the cloak over his head and started to moved as quickly as he could without buffeting his cloak, and revealing his feet to any curious onlookers.
James couldn’t thank his lucky stars enough times that he knew the passages that few knew in the whole castle, with those beautiful little things he managed to get down to the grounds without so much as bumping into a painting that planned on being loud. The darkness that was slowly growing darker wasn’t about to help matters though. Finding Snape and dodging swing tree branches was about as close to impossible as it could be. James was slowly relaxing, he wasn’t going to kill Black when he got back… perhaps only severely maim him.
After what seemed like an eternity James heard a sick creaking of wood, exactly the same creaking that he heard on a monthly basis. It was the sick thump of wood smashing into the ground that notified James to the movement. His steps became hurried as he heard a loud curse followed shortly by a scream. Snape knew perfectly well that damn knot wasn’t about to afford him access to the tunnel he wanted to get into. James pulled his wand and quickly started moving toward the tree, dodging a smaller limb that had strayed his way after missing Snape. The first smaller branch smacked James in the arm, slowing his approach. Perhaps this wasn’t going to end well, quickly his wand started to cast quick spells toward branches that were singing through the air toward him. James heard a sick crack and a cry of agony from a short distance away by the time he was within ten yards of the tree, The sickening cracking grew in volume and James realized that they whole tree was starting to bend at the trunk, toward the direction he’d heard the scream from. James did all he could, dropping his cloak and diving toward the tree, hitting the knot at a full dive.

The dull throbbing in his hand slowly started to fade as he sat up slowly from him sprawled position at the base of the tree. His eyes darted around, looking for the form of Snape. Slowly as James got to his feet and wandered he found Snapes prone form… still conscious, holding an arm that looked oddly as if it were bent the wrong way.
“Potter you’re going to rue this day…”
”Shut your ugly face Snape.”
014. Would you ever become a street musician? “I don’t exactly have those talents… I guess if people would throw me money out of sympathy I do like music.”
015. First song that comes to mind. “How about… bah bah black sheep? I just might start calling Padfoot that.”
016. Is chocolate the best thing in the world? “Not even a bit, I don’t much care for that foul stuff unless there’s nothing better at hand. Even then I think I might eat a hand of every flavored beans first… and I haven’t had the best of luck with those.”
017. Would you be an apple, and orange, or a strawberry? “An apple, I’d like to tell a few people that I can keep the doctor away too if they just trust me for a moment… that’s when Black is tying their shoelaces together.”
018. The place you want to visit most of all? “I want to visit the quidditch world cup, haven’t been for two in a row now… which is a bit tragic really.”
019. Have you ever been in love? “To be fair I can’t say the word love, but obsessed might start to cover my latest… interest… now I just her to move from laughing at me to laughing with me.”
020. Best pick-up line you’ve heard? “Have you ever heard of a muggle pirate? Good because then you wouldn’t know he wouldn’t keep his parrot on this shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulders then… it’s more of an art form.”
021. Worst pick-up line you’ve heard? “I’m in a pirate mood… so this one time I saw this bloke a few years older than me ask if a girl was a pirate… when she said no he said that was good because then she wouldn’t put up a fight when he plundered her booty… ok it was funny, but he got smacked for it.”
022. Who is on the cover of People magazine this week? “What the bloody hell is People magazine?”
023. Is it poe-tay-toe or poe-tah-toe? “Well all things considered I’ll go with the first, mum’d beat me for sayin’ the other.”
024. Can you tell me who Robert Mugabe is? “I’m going to say he must be a muggle… and not one from around here.”
025. If you were lost on a desert island, you would? “Relax, I don’t intend on dying stressed out.”
026. When the temperature gauge is below zero Celsius, you are? “The first bloke out the door and the first to pull the snowball off the ground to throw at Lupin of Black.”
027. What do you do in a kitchen? “I won’t starve, but as a general rule of thumb I am waiting for the food to be done cooking… everyone is far better at cookin’ than m’ self.”
028. Describe your best friend in five words. “Strange… Loud… My Right Arm.”
029. Personality trait you most admire? “I’m with a cause to the death, and not a coward on the way. Like any good lion I am pretty much dedicated, ‘tis no that easy to describe it really. You’d have to see me sometime, and you’d have to realize that most of those people I’m talking to I’d die for if it came to that.”
030. What do you hate in a person? “Cowardice, plain and simple a man who cannot stand for his honor and what he believes in is no man at all… and most certainly not a friend of mine.”
031. Most attractive feature? “Have you looked into my eyes? Just show yourself out when you’re done swimming in them.”
032. Best smell? “Just like any quidditch player I live for the smell of a fresh cut pitch before an early morning game.”
033. What is your greatest fear? “As a human being… research pending to confirm that claim… I have to say that I fear death and failure the most. As an individual I’d have to say that I really dread, to a level you can’t understand, snakes. It sounds so dumb when I say it out loud, but I hate those damn things. Before you say anything I don’t mean those shady idiots who live in the dungeons, but like those snakes that slither around in fields eating mice are what I mean.
034. How would you respond to someone knocking at your door at 3am? “Odds are they either need help, know me pretty well, or are good looking so I’m not likely to complain when I hear their knuckles hit that door.”
035. How much time do you spend with your parents? “Next to every moment I can, which isn’t as often lately, but I’ll always have time for them.”
036. What type of pet would you have (if possible)? “I wish I were mad enough to say a dragon, but every bloke knows that ain’t likely to end well. Perhaps I’d like to get a hold of something interesting like a phoenix, at least they are loyal enough for me.
037. How much time do you spend on your hair? “Wait, hold up… I can do something with my hair other than comb it fresh out of the bath?”
038. Favourite shoe company? “Quality Quidditch makes some good on and off field shoes… otherwise I’m not picky.”
039. How well do you dance? “Well to be fair I can dance a bit, and it’s not like I’d have a hard time picking up something new, but I’ve never had much of a reason to dance.”
040. Anything else? “So you’ve just asked me that many questions and you think there’s something left t’ tell? Perhaps if you come up with anything new, you should jus’ let me know.”


HISTORY – we need to know where we come from.

OVERVIEW: “It tis time to venture into the wonderful world that is my past and present, my coming and my ending. Ok that was my moment to try and sound a bit like someone who has a plan of where he’s going. To be quite honest not only do I not know where I’m going, I’m likely to be more than just slightly poor at conveying my past properly to you for the purpose of this dismal survey… Yes I am quite honestly getting tired of it, I feel a bit like I’m talking to m’ granddad… the same man who forgets who I am on a regular basis. Well let’s get on with it already, this isn’t going anywhere, and staying here isn’t something I’m about to choose. Onward!
Well I’d better start by telling you, as much as I know about my parents, they are after all the start of my rather short life. You see, m’ mum was from a mixed marriage, her dad was a spot of French and her dad was a good ole Englishman. So with m’ dad being an Englishman though and through I’d say that’s where enough of my blood lies to call m’self and Englishman. Anyway, as the story goes, mum met dad by tripping over him in the hall, which he was blamed for, and given a detention for. He was none to pleased, I’d say rightfully so considering that was one of the few times a Potter was innocent. Anyway, she was two years under him in school, and they got to talking, and well I guess I’ll leave out the details that disgust even me a bit. Anyway, I was the result of their rather young marriage, guess that’s my first spot of luck, glade I didn’t end up bein’ a girl… ok that’s hardly relevant.
When I was a wee lad… always wanted to say that… M’ parents managed to iron out a few wrinkles, and they managed to get me walking with only a handful a scars. I’m just joking around; all of my scars are self-inflicted… even if they did come on a quidditch pitch. When my feet did finally hit the floor there wasn’t a whole lot of stoppin’ me, even if they had wanted to. They were pretty much happy to reinforce my curiosity, which is probably why I don’t have half a problem doing jus’ about anything to get a laugh from someone. Mom and dad ran a pretty stable household, but I think they weren’t confident to try and get more than one of me… which is good because the moment I could walk I was in enough trouble for a few boys my age. Fortunately that trait didn’t fade before I got to Hogwarts. It’d have been considerably more boring around there without it.
Anyway, I might start to say something about being an only child, it wasn’t like there was a boy my age down the lane, so by the time I got to school I was starved for interaction. I think it’s pretty much the same for most kids my age; we know how to act socially because our parents insist on it, but we really don’t get to do a whole lot of it until we start school. So I spent more than a few moments reading, I read a lot, but I think some of the best stuff I read was the stuff about Hogwarts, even as a small child I was plotting for my years there. M’ dad was wise to mention those hallowed halls, because that was all I could think about two years before I got to leave for it. I could fly a broom, and I could… raise a spot of trouble, and those were the only real things I needed. Never mind the fact that m’ mum tutored me a bit in what she could before I left, that didn’t have a thing to do with my good marks.
Anyway, m’ days in those halls were pretty easy to track… go ask for the disciplinary records and you can likely see what I was up t on a weekly update. It all really started first year, I was planning on being the life of my year anyway, but when you add Mr. Sirius Black and Mr. Remus Lupin you have an equation for success. Wow that sounded a bit like I was giving my acceptance speech for an award of some sort. I might was well not forget Peter either though, he was sometimes important to our plots. I’m not exactly sure where to start, but like most good stories it starts on the train… I think that train has about as much history has Hogwarts itself.
It was a bit of luck that I’d met both Remus and Sirius, Remus had happened to sit in the same compartment as m’self, and thankfully he was quiet, and reserved, quite the opposite to m’self. I like him to start, he seemed like the kind I could plot with quietly, I didn’t press conversations a whole lot, but he seemed to know more than just a speck about Hogwarts, so the conversation flowed pretty easily. It was shortly after that when Padfoot got tossed into the equation, he was a bit late getting to the train, I think I might have been forced to step onto the train as it was moving… I haven’t seen anyone look so haunted and so happy since that moment. I almost felt like telling him not to sit with us, but that would have been a pointless effort, he needed to sit with us. He was a piece of work to say the least, but I hard a hard time not laughing at his antics. I’m not exactly sure where we picked up Peter from… I guess he just fell into place among us three somehow, but that’s just how it goes.
When it was time to get sorted I’d made my choice a long time ago, I knew what each house stood for, and where mum and dad had belonged, dad was a bold Lion, mum, well she was too, I don’t think dad would have married her if she hadn’t been. I figured that’d be the pace for me too, and when I set the hat on my head I heard the hurried voice. It was a bit amusing, he told me a bit about my family, and how I certainly could think quick enough to be a Ravenclaw if I wanted… I told him that I liked my courage a lot more than my ability to think… He yelled out Gryph. Long before I had had actually finished my thoughts. I was a bit nervous to notice the next few but when Sirius sat down and his sorting began some smartass yelled to just give him the green before anything even started. I was quite glade that ass hadn’t been right, but the looks on that table of green were priceless. It was as if someone had just proven magic was all a hoax.
The next few years were exactly what they should have been, exactly what I was plotting for. We were pretty much loved or hated, just as expected. Not much of a surprise really, but at each turn we found a new rule to break. The best part about school was who I was. Since this is purely confidential, I can tell you exactly why they’ve been calling me ‘prongs’ since our second year of school. See Lupin wasn’t exactly… a pureblood… He had a spot of wolf if you will. Well When I tell you that once a month it was dangerous for me to be human you’ll catch my drift a bit better I’m sure. So I decided it wasn’t right to leave him in that state alone so much, so I started to draw on what I knew… you don’t run across another animals that have the same problem as a werewolf do you? Naturally that must mean that all other animals are not attractive to a werewolf, so if I could be something that wasn’t human than I could be there when Lupin needed me. Black agreed, we needed to become animals at a moment’s notice. So we slowly tried to figure that one out… it was no easy task let me tell you. When we finally had it down, I was a stag… just think a big deer. Black was a dog of epic proportions… and Peter was a rat because we needed one of us to be small. He got the short end, but hey, whatever he didn’t mind taking one for the team. Anyway, that’s what really brought us together; after all, mastering restricted magic like that without anyone finding out was not an easy task. Well worth it in the end, but not easy.
I think it’s about time for the single most embarrassing, but rewarding moment of school. As you may or may not know I was bound to be somewhat popular with the ladies, being of the funniest boys in school and all. I decided to give that little title up for one girl… Lily, whom I’d liked since that first time I met her on the train… I told you that train had about as much history as the school itself. I’m pretty sure she feels the same way I do, I mean she has been dating me, and telling me she loves me since fourth year… Ok, really if you need to know the rest from there you can ask me later, I’m pretty tired of this game now.
Bloody well wish you didn’t have to ask me questions about this, I mean I realize you have to be careful and all considering I don’t belong here in this time, but still, this was a spot of being personal.



OTHER – because I really don’t understand.

ALIAS: Jeb
GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
CONTACT: ask for IMs, email you have
MEMBER TITLE: FearlessLeaderforTODAY
RP SAMPLE: The ear splitting scream shattered across the frigid air, moving it quickly across the relatively silent scene that was less about reality then Mary had ever really liked. It was close, Mary knew there was someone in here, there always was, the Danger Room had a mind of its own sometimes. The problem surfaced quickly in Mary’s mind, had the scream been real, or had it simply been one of the simulations falling at the hands of someone she actually knew. Perhaps it would have been a better plan to stay outside today; clearly her mind was going to work her in circles in here. She’d known someone was in here, but she’d hardly expected it to be violent, usually there was a code to get combat simulations wasn’t there? It was a pointless thought, she needed to be worrying less about the thoughts that were swimming between her ears and more about the fact that there might be something moving though the darkness, programmed to tear her limb from limb… well leave a few bruises because of the safety measures.

Mary tired to discern what program this might be, she’d seen a million of them, but apparently no matter how many times you went though the simulations there were always more to surprise you at the next turn. Slowly her feet pressed into the cold cement, it would only be a matter of time before she felt the cold though the soles of her shoes, it wasn’t like they were boots designed for this weather. Her arms shivered slightly under her black long-sleeved shirt, but not enough to really make her whole frame shake. Mary needed to start moving soon, she felt like her breathing was echoing off the hard off the walls of buildings around her. Sometimes the cold made her think to hard; she needed to start moving right now.

Mary felt her feet press against the cement in a quiet walk, moving slowly toward the one sound that was echoing above everything else in this pseudo city square. This time she heard sometime else, it wasn’t a scream of agony, no it was a cocky laugh. Someone, or something saw her, quickly her head swirled searching for the source of the noise. She felt it before she heard it, a foot step toward her. The grace had crunched, only considerably more noticeably because she felt it. Mary’s head didn’t even turn as bamboo shot up around the footstep. She heard a sickening shattering of a bone, she didn’t want to guess which ones, but she knew they were in the legs. The person’s breath caught in their mouth before they could scream, they’d passed out as their body considered the release the call of distress. Quickly the bamboo sank back into the ground letting the nutrients she’d used slide back into the soil. This was defiantly a combat simulation; there was a glittering knife in the grass beside the crumpled form.

The only question that remained lied in how many. Just how many people were lurking in the dark, and which ones were friendly, she knew they’d recognize her, the small X that was on both her shoulders stood out, she had part of a uniform on just to make sure. The sound of her footsteps slide into the darkness again as she continued toward the water, it was getting louder, she guessed around the next corner. Could this be a trap program, something that was supposed to try and lure her in? She was guessing so, that’d been why there was only one person so far. Movement slowed as Mary neared the corner, she was about to likely make the decision that the Danger Room was waiting for, go in, or skit the edges. It didn’t take a lot to press her back against the wall and press her cheek to the sub zero stone, something she’d done a few times. As her eyes looked toward the noise she was the fountain, this was likely the center she’d been expecting, but who was that?

Mary looked at the figure; it didn’t even come remotely close to matching the male figure that way laying about two blocks back. He’d been dressed sketchy at best, she was dressed in… workout clothing. There was the one telltale sign that she wasn’t exactly a normal person. There was the water. Mary realized what she was doing matched one of the teachers at the school. Mary had never had her, but it was pretty clear that she wasn’t the problem. What the hell was the point of this entire simulation? So far one useless thug in a deserted city square, well two if you counted the scream, it hadn’t been her. Mary decided to watch and wait, something was going to change, something in the program would activate.

Slowly Mary pulled her eyes back around the corner, leaning softly against the wall, leaving the square by much would be bad, but she also wasn’t to keen on getting wet in this temperature. Across the street there was a glass building, the windows looked right into the square, perfect to see how things unfolded. She moved quickly, her feet blasting against the cement, and her breath shooting in and out of her lungs she reached the door. The shadows on the street were heavy, it shouldn’t be overly hard to remain hidden and watch. Mary watched her fingers wrap around the cold metal and she pulled, letting herself into the unlocked building, something had to happen soon. That was when she heard it, a small break in the silence, radio chatter.

”Mutant sighted near the fountain, approach with caution, call for sentinel back up”

Again Mary heard the radio break into the silence; it was all static, white noise. A capture program, just what she needed.

OH JEEZ, YOU DIDN'T CUT IT KID! BUT FEEL FREE TO TRY AGAIN WITH A BIT O' PRACTICE!

"aw man, i hate declining apps! i feel so bad. and no way is this because your not good at writing or whatever, it's because i didn't really feel your james. i have owned a few sites and always know what i'm going for in a certain character, and if it's a major canon it's even harder for me to decide. i just didn't get the james vibe from you, i'm real sorry! feel free to try again as another char, or whatever! i'd never ask anyone to change their character, but i will decline them because i don't feel them. sorry again!"