"He brought us all here, my freind." came the lightly french accented voice of James across the room.
The sunlight extruding from the doorway made him appear as a shadow, but eventually gave way as eyes adjusted to his dark figure leaning against the side of the open doorway. He was looking down as usual, hands in the pockets of his large A7X hoody with nothing but a white bat skull on the back of it. James stood at about 5'8", with a slim, not very muscular build. His pitch black hair was left to dangle down almost to his dark rimmed, hazel eyes. His black t-shirt under the hoody consisted of a grim reaper with glowing green eyes. And his crisp slightly baggy jeans were only a tiny bit sagged, with a silver wallet chain draping over the left side. On his left wrist, was a black digital watch with a tiny crack near the top right. And finally, his completely black, skateboard style nike shoes.
James was carrying one large, cylindrical bag strapped from left shoulder to right waist, which was about a foot high and two feet long. And, from right shoulder to left side, hung a smaller game tranport pack, containing a PS2, and an assortmant of different games and some hand written cheats for each of them.
"Or else we might not be here. Hey Jay, still keeping
in trouble."