What a pain [zeek/open]

[James Devior]

TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST

James was honestly sickened by this place. The people, the crowds, the noise. He hated things like this with a burning passion. One that if he could he would destroy on impact. Unfortunately, the male couldn't do that. Not that he wasn't capable of it. More so the fact that he would blow his cover. The man was just simply not one to do anything unless it helped himself. Was that really the truth though? Especially since he was working for monsters who had done whatever they had wanted with himself. So really was that exactly who he was?

The man scoffed at his own thoughts. He moved swiftly and softly through the crowd. He really wasn't the type to give these people any kind of his attention. The man simply walked and moved slightly to avoid people at all costs. He didn't even want them touching him. He let himself growl slightly when he was bumped a few times. He wasn't even really sure why he was here. He had never really been the type for crowds, or people in general.

But the stupid scientists, they wanted him here on recon. Anything suspicious they had told him. What wasn't suspicious in a mall? There were to many things here that was out of the ordinary. How in the world did they expect him to find something or someone here. Unless they had already set up something for him. Probably wouldn't be out of there own intentions. James, really hated them.

They pushed him pass the word of just, despise. He hated there guts. If he could, he would rip them out and shove them up somewhere else. At the thought, the boy let a small smile creep upon his blank expressions. James was getting tired of standing too. He hated being touched and bumped by rushing people. So he finally noticed a food court.

He took one glance at it and made his way there. He sat down slowly on its hard seats. Not that he really cared. How hard or soft a seat was, wasn't really something he had time to really worry about. He let out a small sigh before glancing around the mall. His table was empty, thank god. He hoped no one would bother joining him either. He was after all.. in a pretty foul mood.

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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek was the sort of man to stay indoors until he had thoroughly read all the books in his home. And that was a task he had overcome recently, so was attempting to be a little more outgoing.

He had ventured to the mall, and whether or not this was a smart move, he didn't know. The mall was filled with people that were the people he didn't want to know. Stereotypical, labeled, clones of yesterday's fashion. He had read about it, never experienced it, and hated it. In fact, if someone had asked him if he wanted to leave, right then, right there, he would have cheered.

Why was he in a place full of people that were, in all, infuriating? The library. Or rather, bookmobile. It was on the other side of the mall, and to get around the mall was slower than to go through it. So he had shortened his trek by going throughout the building.

Although now, his legs were beginning to ache. Sitting indoors for a period of time could, in the end, be painful for your legs, and Zeek hadn't experienced this till now. He figured he'd need to sit down somewhere to get away from the pain in his muscles and legs. His eyes were downcast as he walked towards a table resting outside some food restaurant or other. He didn't notice whoever else could be sitting at the table as he placed himself down.

The chair opposite screeched, his eyes looked up sharply, and he saw a frail old woman leave. He sighed softly, the split second of fear leaving him, a small exhale. A small breeze floating by. He tilted his head back and shut his eyes. "Cool it, Zeeky." He grumbled to himself

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[James Devior]

TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST

James hadn't been sitting all that long before his eyes glanced over a few people as they got up and left. Not only that but others seemed to be eating peacefully talking to love ones and other such nonsense. Oh how normal people were such fools. They didn't know anything and neither did they really seem to care. Going about on their own business not caring about others. After all that was what normal people were like, not having a care in the world other than for themselves.

That sounded rather familiar,oh wait.. that was how James was. He didn't really give a care about anyone else but him. After all, who had really given a care about him before? Certainly not his father and he had been related to the man. Sad how the only person he was related to tried to stab him a good number of times in the chest. Not that James hadn't given him a good shot right back. Though his move had made his father unable to move or breathe ever again. Seemed pretty fair to the blackette.

His eyes flickered to another person who seemed to be entering the place. He seemed a little jittery to James. When he sat down not far from his own table, he could tell the guy had been freaked out by the sound of the old lady get up from the table where she had been sitting across from him. James let his eyebrow perk. He wondered what was making the kid freak out. It would be entertaining for a little bit to play with him. There was nothing else really to do.

So he simply got up from his seat and went over to the man's. He moved silently with no sound, something that had been beaten into him. He sat down across from the man making sure that the chair didn't make the same noise it had when the woman had rose. He glanced at the man for only a moment. Then he spoke softly, his voice not very loud or really exuberant at all.

"You seem a little stressed out."

[/b] he said softly. He waited for the man to respond if he even would.

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[Zeek Fulgidus]

Zeek had placed his palms together and had shut his eyes a small time after watching the old woman teeter off. He only planned to stay a short while now. Any previous thoughts of food, or really resting wiped out. He had forgotten how much he despised sitting around crowds and people. It was..disturbing to say the least. People were such delicate creatures, but so easily changed. The purple haired man found this mind-warping. Humans could change from the small template they were provided with.

His frame impassive, and his expression blank, Zeek let himself fall into what could be called sleep, or what others could call a deep state of subconscious thinking.

Sleep.

So the jolting softness that was a stranger's voice startled him. Not visibly of course, so when he awoke his lilac eyes just snapped open to pinpoint the disturbance. Surprisingly, he found this within a few moments.

A person sat across from him, Zeek found it hard to keep any expression away from his face, since when did strangers just sit with others? The words that were spoken began to register, a few moments later.

"Ah..Y-Yeah, crowds, not my thing." Zeek's legs tensed, but his face remained blank.