James Wolfe
James stumbled through the crowd, still not fully awake yet. He could get rid of clingy women faster than he could wake up in the mooring for fuck's sake. The young man noticed Gaz shooting him a glare from across the sea of people and James recalled his words form the night before.
"I hope you guys are ready for tomorrow, because personally... I'm ready to give this test a bad fucking time." Wolfe saw the truth in Gaz's eyes and knew he was going to be on high alert during this test, he was going to have a lot on his plate. One thing was for sure, he was going to have to wake the fuck up. Jamie sighed and exhaled a particularly large cloud of smoke from his lips. He was minding his own business when he heard a fit of pitiful coughing from behind him. It sounded as if a chihuahua was being strangled, who the hell was that? Right on cue, a gruff and aggressive sounding voice rang out from behind him.
"Hey. Mind not blowing your smoke in my friend's face back here? If you gotta smoke. I don't give a damn. But could you... please...not suffocate him while you're doing it?" James turned around to see a brute of a teenager and a petite little girl hiding behind him. Ah, so that was the source of the coughing.
"Aw my bad man," he said to Tadakatsu. James flicked away the cigarette into some rubble, making sure he didn't singe anyone in the process.
"If I had known I was blowing smoke in your girlfriend's face I would have stopped earlier." God, he really was making himself out to look like a douche-bag. First he almost got into a fight and then he unknowingly attempted to give some poor girl lung cancer. James quickly made an excuse to move out of their way and sped through the bunch of people in an attempt to cover his embarrassment. Finally, it seemed as if the prospects had arrived at their destination. They all stopped and formed a makeshift crowd. Jamie easily picked out the Head director just by the feeling of
power that surrounded her. With Ellie and Null were by her sides like bodyguards, director Aria laid out the instructions of the exam. James would have to get through the ruins in four and a half hours and acquire a Tarot card that would determine what team he would be placed in. Ellie took a gun that looked about as heavy as she was and popped off a shot to signal the beginning of the test.
You could see the ambitious glint in his eyes, he would
not fail. He had gone through too much to be sent back to the hell of his old life. James could do this, he had what it took, he knew it. Wolfe grinned, plus, he was in his element. As James sprinted off behind Lloyd people could probably feel the ground shaking briefly in an area around Wolfe. Jamie made a mental checklist of his goals and the first thing he needed to do was get one of those Tarot cards. He realized that running was going to be too slow, the Ruins were too large and he wash't the fastest, speed wise. James focused and tapped into his Manifestation, it had been a while since he had used it to be honest. He used his ability to raise some minerals from the ground under his feet. Wolfe then manipulated these minerals to propel him across the ground. James smirked as he passed Lloyd. "Don't try to keep up Blondie," he taunted. Jamie almost laughed out loud, sometimes being childish and an asshole was fun. I mean, everything is fun in moderation right? James lit another cigarette and wondered if this could literally and figuratively be considered "smoking someone. Now, where were those damned Tarot cards? Wolfe was caught up in his own thoughts, and completely missed a couple of drones hiding in the shadows. He had no idea what was in store for him and he didn't know that the drones were a part of the deal.