James had been keeping to himself since he had arrived at the boarding school. not one person had communicated with him so far and that is just how he wanted it for the time being. From day one, his initial instinct of being able to sense other peoples powers on contact had been keeping him thinking about the true intentions of why he had been sent here. He had eventually come to the conclusion that it was just ironic that could he feel this presence but his kept his guard up until he had heard rumour of a girl being kept in a cage and decided that he needed to help out to get her free.
Walking through the corridors became second nature to him after the repeated and pointless adventures, loathing around trying to find his rooms during the first week he arrived and it paid off, soon locating himself to the door of the basement where the girl who's name had not been mentioned to him was tipped off to being kept. Touching the door handle, the feeling of powers in the room instantly shot in the form of an image in his mind..."Fire Manipulation...Fox....Matter Manipulation....we have some interesting stuff here" were the words that slowly made form from his mouth. With a flick of his wrist, the door opened with a loud creek that even the deaf would be able to hear, he stood like a dangerous figure at the top of the stairs staring down and seeing Gill stood at the front of a grey iron box in the form of bars. "Well, well, well, look what we have here..competition" This has been bellowed down towards Gill, a fury of red hinting in his eyes and the smile of a serial killer looking from fresh blood.
(Don't know if any of you are online, how is this?)
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