Oliver Jackson
"You have any info Olive?â
Oliver looked up at the sound of a voice, and James chirped. "Shh, James. Alessia doesn't like us." James tweeted quietly. "Yes, I know. I'll never know either." More tweeting. "Haha! I guess so. My name is Oliver, not olive. I thought I mentioned that when we first met. Maybe you just have a bad memory? Olives grow on trees. Olivers don't." Oliver stared at her stonily when she puffed smoke in James' face. He sat James in his lap, sitting cross-legged. It was then he noticed the knife in the table. "Dear, dear." he laughed.
"You know that's a disgusting habit." Oliver turned to the other voice and smiled. He liked Temperance. "It is not proper to smoke it front of others." The boy saw her look around, probably hunting for others. "I apologize for my tardiness as well."
"It's okay. I got here early." Oliver sighed, patting the small bird on the head. "I got proof that the Government was behind Little Haven vanishing the other day. Poor Mr Winn though. Might die in a couple of hours. Wish I were there..." He trailed off, smiling a bit. James chirped, flying onto Oliver's head. "I know, I'll get those later."
He looked around, spotting a waitress staring at them suspiciously. Oliver glared into her eyes and she looked away quickly. He tutted. The Government newbies would give up what they were told to do immediately if they felt their own lives were in danger. How cowardly. Oliver thought. He noticed Temperance was looking at him. A small gleam appeared in his eyes as he realised James had fallen asleep. The place really smelled of coffee, it was warm despite the cold winter outside. Why wasn't Diane and Dakota here yet? Once everyone was there, they were meant to set off to another location. Oliver carefully took James off his head and in his lap again. He looked at both girls, grinning a bit. "Wilhelmina, eh? She must be some sort of genius to trick a whole country into following her ways. I'd love to meet her. I guess I will, someday. You have a pretty dress on." Oliver stated the last part to Temperance.
Really, Oliver never considered it weird to switch subjects in a matter of seconds, but it really seemed others did. Strange. He swung round so his legs were dangling over the chair's arm and his head carefully placed on the other. Looking at Alicia, he pointed to a 'No Smoking' sign and sipped his tea quietly, before stretching across the table to add another three sugars. "That was bitter. I thought I said five and a half... maybe they used brown sugar?"