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James Paterson

"The crookedness of the serpent is still straight enough to slide through the snake hole."

0 · 381 views · located in Sunny Haven

a character in “Legend of the Jade Emperor”, as played by rdaydreamer

Description


James

Snake| Male
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Physical Description

Height: 6'1"

Weight: 160lb

Hair: Platinum blonde

Eyes: Light hazel

Complexion: Light tan

Sexuality: Straight


Appearance:

Despite being not too athletic, James is rather lean, his muscles compact and but not very visible. His bone structure is very angular, his nose Roman and lips wide. Aside from the light blond of his hair, his most distinguishing feature are the eyes. Others often find themselves flustered when returning his long gazes, for James is ever the observer. It is rare to see this Paterson disheveled for he is always wearing the best money can afford, not that he is a showsman of any sort. Subtle navies, grey and especially black are his preferred colours.



Personality:
Refined and collected, James is clearly one of the more intellectual Patersons. He is well-read and does well academically, but also has a great sense about the world. He is practical and goal-oriented, a forward thinker who is also introspective and inquisitive. Imaginative and philosophical, needless to say, he possess strong mental abilities. Strangely enough, this includes an oddly accurate intuition for one of his strengths is his ability to differentiate between truth and falsehood. To those he cares for, James holds them and himself to high standards, but never demands them to meet his expectations. Despite appearing thick-skinned and at times indifferent, he is fiercely passionate, be it his interests or a lover. With such emotional depth however, James is capable of both devote loyalty and cruel vengeance, for even if he forgives, he'll never forget. This internalizing is common for him, for any issues he has, he will deal with by himself and in his own time. Even his family is not all too knowledgeable about James' true intentions for even they are not immune to his carefully placed suggestions. It is unfortunate that most do misunderstand him due to his secretive nature.


Likes:

Honesty
Challenges
Meaningful work
Hidden causes

Spicy foods
Animals
Children
Dance



Dislikes:

Lies
Flattery
Shallow relationships

Trends
Flightiness
Rumours



Relationships:

Family is the outlier of relationships, as proven by James sincere love for each of his siblings but lack of compatibility with most. His mysterious nature makes it difficult to others to get close, and his power leads other to suspect and misunderstand him. He does fare well with the Ox and Rooster. Though others may feel different, he can have easy relationships with the Sheep, Dragon and Dog. With some work, James can learn to understand the Monkey, Horse, Rabbit and Rat. However, his temperament clashes with the Tiger and particularly the Pig.



Other Information:
James is a student at Sunny U, on his way to his dream job as a neurosurgeon with a minor in psychology. At times, he's seen at Pawprint as a barista or waiter, depending on who is working.

His skill of persuasion is rarely used, and if ever, only to get him out of sticky situations. When activated, the victim will feel relaxed and begin to hear a slight flanging effect in James's voice. Upon leaving that tranquil state, the victim will forget the subtle changes in his/her behaviour as well as the sounds they were hearing.

James enjoys all styles of dance, but was first trained in contemporary, and is often ciphering with his friends or choreographing his own pieces.



So begins...

James Paterson's Story

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Gently, he shook the small, white coffee mug with one hand, and the pitcher in the other, careful not to spill. With one arm behind his back, this was easier said than done, but James had done this too many times to fail. Just as the milk was about to run thin, he quickly maneuvered the lip to his left, allowing a line to cross the rippled design. There was a slight murmur of recognition as the student received her drink, staring down at the lovely rose floating in her cup.

"You'd make a good clown." She muttered, looking up with a slow smile as she brought the edge to her lips. He raised a pale eyebrow and responded, "Not like balloon animals Joyce." before turning to another customer. She found it odd that he worked at the Pawprint, that any of the Patersons worked there actually. Sure just about every establishment was family-run, but it always bothered the city girl to see someone of his wealth to be here. Stranger still was his hair, so much paler than the rest of his family, as if his reputation didn't make him stand out enough. Odd was what most thought of him, even more so when you began connecting the dots between all the Patersons. They were all different...somehow, she felt it was not just their status that separated them from the other denizens of Sunny Haven.

"James." She said, but upon remembering the noisy atmosphere of the cafe, she gestured with a waving hand. He finished his conversation before returning to her, gazing at her with those hazel eyes that seemed to burn a hole wherever they settled. Joyce recomposed herself, placing her cup down on its saucer before speaking. "The Patersons...you're all so...extraordinary. You've got them all: a popular one, track team star, top of the class, wild entertainer..." Her blue eyes glanced upward, reaffirming that the barista was listening before continuing. "Yet all so strange..." She held his gaze with confidence, though with time it naturally faltered and eventually, she looked away.

"Joyce." His voice was smooth, a slight rasp appearing at the low volume at which he now spoke. Naturally she turned her attention to him, lips gently parted. "Understand that even rich kids have to prove themselves. If anything, we try harder." Joyce couldn't really disagree with what he said, in fact, it felt easier just to listen to that velvety voice. "We're not that interesting really, don't you agree?" Her chin dipped slowly, her body relaxing.

"Don't question us again."

With that, the young Paterson grabbed another cup, and returned to his duties.

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Dutifully waiting for Elias to return to the manor, the dog was sitting in the driver's seat of one of the family's many vehicles -- a silver luxury compact SUV that he had more or less claimed as his own. If you held the philosophy that a man's traits are reflected in his choice of automobile, you'd say that Sean Paterson was fun, sporty, but more flashy than practical. A fair description, he had to agree. Guess then you'd also have to say he had a classy interior...

Laughing to himself, he slid down the window with a touch of a button, leaned his head out like a dog. "Eli!" he called, seeing his brother returning from the fishing expedition that some of the younger Patersons had been hornswoggled into joining. For all his love of water -- ocean, lake or pool -- Sean couldn't give a toss about fishing, and was surprised anyone related to him could even pretend to. "Ready to go?" He'd offered to give Elias a ride earlier, as they were both due at the Pawprint for a closing shift.

In the small break room at the back of the cafe, Sean donned a black waiter's apron and cinched it about his slim waist. He wore black slacks and the black polo shirt with the paw print stitched above the breast. He motioned to punch in, but his hand hesitated at the mounted time clock. It had been so long since his last shift that he'd forgotten his employee number. He didn't turn his luck on full burn, but let it simmer like a pot ready to boil over. Closing his eyes, he stabbed a finger at the pad four times; heard four successive beeps. Looking at the LED display scrolling the text "PATERSON, SEAN," he cooled his luck down to nil and stepped out of the break room.

He reached the counter in time to hear the tail end of James' conversation, but kept out of it until after the girl turned away. "Random admirer of the fabled Patersons?" he asked, keeping his back to the counter, "or another snoop?" In the last few months, more and more the siblings had suspected that they were being watched. Of course, they were being watched, always, as the small town's wealthiest denizens. But lately it felt like being probed.

Then there was that time a few weeks back when he'd been at a bar out of town, on his own after splitting up from the rest of his friends earlier that night. He'd confronted two men that he'd been sure were following him, only to find the situation escalate into a fight outside. He'd burnt his luck so bright they'd practically broke their necks slipping on the loose gravel parking lot, and he kept it burning all the way home as he caught green after green.

As much as he enjoyed the fawning attention of admiring girls, Sean would gladly give it up if it meant no longer feeling under surveillance. Hell, he didn't want to know about the origins of their strange gifts, much less someone else. After this small moment of concern, though, Sean reverted to his usual charismatic, outgoing self as he set about helping customers. You couldn't keep a good dog down.

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Elias got out of the shower and threw on some clothes. He had a habit of dressing nicely and somewhat upscale, even when the occasion was more casual. This time he put on something a little nicer deliberately. He always liked to look his best when he worked at the Pawprint, even if he was just baking pastries. Eli was one of the tidiest in the house and this gift translated over to his baking; he could get away with wearing nice clothes since he almost never made a mess of himself or his work space. He threw on a white collar shirt, a navy blue tie, and a grey sweater over top. He put on a different pair of khaki's and slipped into his shoes and headed downstairs.

"Oh wait," he said to himself, turning back to get a pad and pen from his room. "almost forgot." He zipped down and out the door.

He was making his way over to Sean's studio when a shriek slightly startled him. "Eli!" he heard his brother call out from the car, noticing that Sean was already more than ready to go. "Oh ha ha, sorry, I didn't know I was running quite so late" he said, stepping into the SUV. Elias doodled the entire ride to the Pawprint. The visions had been relentless today... they were coming in such compacted quantities that he could barely make out clear visions of each separate event he was seeing. He realized then that he wasn't actually feeling that good. He thought he probably hadn't felt good all day, and just didn't really notice it until now. He rubbed his head a bit, trying to bring his sight back to the present.

The Pawprint wasn't too crowded just yet, but it was fuller than Eli was expecting at the moment. He headed to the back, forgetting to punch in as always. His parents hated that... Whenever it came time to pay him, the hours he worked became speculative, and they usually ended up having to ask around the house how long Elias was there because Elias himself couldn't even remember. He pulled out a couple of trays of dough that he had prepared the day before and rolled up his sleeves. "Yeah, strawberry. That sounds good right now. And umm.... Kiwi. Mmmmmm I love kiwi" He grabbed some fresh fruit from the fridge and began placing equal mounds of fruit into little flat ramekins that he had layered with dough. He would then drizzle a mixture of sugar and water over the tart and brush it with egg. He finished a whole tray and placed them in the oven.

Dusting the flour off his hands, he walked out into the front and couldn't help but overhear Sean and James's conversation. Under normal circumstances, it would be a little awkward for some of the younger Patersons to butt into the older kids' conversations, but most his brothers and sisters made an exception of Eli, because he already knew things anyway.

"Listen, I uhh.. I gotta talk to you guys in a bit about something. It's something I saw. I wouldn't worry about it really, its probably nothing. Just come into the back when you get a free moment, okay?" he smiled that innocent, sheepish smile of his and headed back into the kitchen. "Ugh... cake.... damnit." He reached under the work station and grabbed two cake pans.

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"A friend." He replied casually, not too startled by his brother's sudden appearance for someone was due to come in around this hour. James wasn't a fan of his powers, however useful it was in burying their secrets, particularly when it came to using it on those close to him. Despite some popularity, which was expected by being a Paterson, he had few friends and fewer he trusted. The less he had to change their minds the better, for who knows what he could do with a slip of a tongue. Crossing that moral threshold was all too easy, he had learned that the hard way.

Disliking the situation, what James found made it worse was that someone had heard the resolution. He preferred keeping even this from his family. After all, he had cleaned up their messes before and none were the wiser, why start now. Behind them, came a voice, the familiar sheepish tone of Eli. After his announcement, James merely nodded, already growing curious. After he was sure the young Paterson was out of hearing range, he turned his attention back to the older.

"Don't worry."

Though Sean appeared optimistic, James had watched him all too long to not notice the shadow of pessimism that at times burdened him. He could have laced the statement with a bit of persuasion for his brother's benefit, but left it aside. Instead he minded his own business, stepping aside to allow the more charismatic of the two to address the customers as he fulfilled the orders. There were two girls there, regulars; Kim and Erin, whose eyes noticeably brightened at the appearance of Sean. One wore a too low shirt and the other, a bit too boisterous as she placed her order, clumsily dropping her change and holding up the forming line as she continued with some small talk. Not wishing to interrupt, James merely opened up the rarely used second register and began taking orders as well, with the slightest smirk gracing his lips.

"Could I get a slice of chocolate cake please?" The man was well dressed, a little too well-dressed actually. He took a quick look over James before taking a quick glance over at Sean. "You two don't look alike." The snake smiled, ignoring the comment. "Sorry, we don't serve cake on Saturdays. Would you like a raspberry tart instead?" The man considered it, then proceeded to pull out his change as James moved toward the baked goods. Grabbing one of two left, he wrapped the dessert with practiced speed before taking on another customer. After about another few minutes or so, the commotion had died down and he was able to leave his post. Tapping Sean on the arm, James headed toward the back.

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His last customer left laughing, and Sean was grinning as he turned to his brother's touch. He'd held his fist out for the man to collect his change, and with a look of confusion and reluctance the older man had bumped Sean's fist. Their mutual look of shock and chagrin had been enough to set them both to laughing. Closing the register down, he followed James into the kitchen. Despite being six years older than the snake, Sean was comfortable following the more mature Paterson's lead. Odd then that he chafed under others' leads, like the bull or rooster. Too much like a leash, he guessed.

He stepped into the open doorway after his brothers, with his long swimmer's arms hanging loosely from the top of the door frame, revealing the cut of his biceps as he leaned forward precariously until his body was bowed like a harp. With a groan he recollected himself and came to attention. "What's up?" he asked with a note of concern poorly hidden in his nonchalant act. Although Elias handled the many troublesome effects of his zodiac gift with better grace and tranquility than Sean could ever muster, he still felt it was his duty to somehow shoulder the load for his younger brother.

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"Oh" Elias exclaimed as he quickly shut the oven door. "I literally just put the cakes in. Oh by the way we're selling chocolate cake today..." he gave a sideways glance knowing that cake wasn't actually on the menu for today. But Elias just wasn't that great at saying "no" and since his friends wanted it, well.. he figured he'd make it.

He turned around and faced his older brothers. "Um yeah I want you to take a look at this..." Elias said, pulling off his oven mitts and grabbing his sketch pad. He flipped through a couple pages and then turned the book so they could see. It was a drawing depicting a couple shadowy figures - they looked like people, but entirely black except the eyes - staring at the Paterson manor from behind a veil of fog. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation before.." then Elias remembered that he actually walked in AFTER the conversation, and knew for sure his brothers would pick up on this, so he corrected himself with the truth. "Or rather... I saw your conversation earlier, so I know what you were talking about. I'm sure it's nothing and I'm just being paranoid as usual but, I'm worried and a little anxious that someone might be spying on us.." Eli made sure nobody was eavesdropping on them in the kitchen.

"I can't know for certain.. I was going to try to meditate when I got home later and see if I could get a clearer image of who exactly it is I saw looking at us through the fog. But please, try not to tell the others, and especially not mom and dad... I don't want anyone to worry. But......" Eli gulped, his stomach swelled with anxiety at the thought of his next statement. "I've been having all kinds of bad visions lately..." he lowered his voice to a barely audible whisper at this point. "I'm afraid we might be in some sort of trouble." He waited intently for his brothers' reaction.

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So there is chocolate cake. James didn't exactly like having information sprung on to him like this, especially when it made him look like he was in the wrong. Either way, he brushed it off, not letting it bother him too much. Ever cautious, the Paterson closed the door after Sean had stepped in, then joined his brothers as Eli pulled out the familiar sketchpad. He wasn't sure if the others did, but James always took these images rather seriously. Never was he found staring at them as they hung on the fridge, but they were always on his mind, or on his phone. Technology had its benefits after all.

Once Eli finally found the page, James took a long look before speaking, picking out what he could from the drawing. He wondered at times how his younger brother dealt with these visions, especially ones like these that were more foreboding. It was just another argument against their powers, or supposed gifts if one is being optimistic. They were better off without them, all of them. He glanced up from the sketchpad to Eli's face just as the young man grew more anxious, dimming the volume of his voice in fear. Letting his gaze linger for a little too long, James eventually leaned back, having moved closer when their conversation grew quiet.

"Get rid of it." He advised, not indicating clearly whether he would keep his silence or not on the matter. The pale haired Paterson was not visibly distressed, his expression always hard to read, but within he felt a festering curiosity. Who were these men? When will this happen? Where could he find them? The questions went on and on, preoccupying his mind and consequently, distanced himself from the others.

After a moment or two, he reappeared into the conversation with a "Let us know." before moving over to the few baked goods sitting on the counter. Grabbing a rag, he covered one hand in order to lift the still cooling tray and departed, knowing he had nothing more to contribute to the discussion. If anyone was going to comfort the nervous sheep, it would be the friendly dog.

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Benji reclined in his chair, enjoying the marvelous view of the Mediterranean Sea. A salty breeze ruffled his blonde locks and breathed life into the wind chimes scattered around the outdoor cafe. Benji had learned about this place from one of the many food blogs he followed. With luxurious outdoor seating and the best chefs of southern Greece, it was very high-class. Keeping this in mind, Benji signaled to the waiter and requested another round of breakfast with as much regality as he could muster. He had planned to have breakfast at home, but after brewing a pot of coffee and finding only a bag of whole wheat bagels in the fridge, he had decided to go to Greece.

The waiter returned with his meal. Benji's mouth could barely utter a quick thanks in perfect Greek before descending upon the innocent eggs. They vanished in mere seconds. Recognizing the sensation of air rising up his throat, Benji hurriedly placed a napkin over his mouth to muffle the burp. Needless to say, it didn't help at all.

I'd better leave, he thought, feeling very self-conscious under the stares of the restaurant's other customers. Again, he signaled to the waiter and asked him for the check.

"That will be one hundred-six euros," the waiter said.

Benji nearly screamed. A hundred and six euros?! He had only brought thirty-five! Really, he should have known better, but he hadn't thought of going here until the last second. "I... uh... left my wallet at my house!" he told the waiter, rising to his feet. The waiter cried out to stop him, but Benji was already gone. He dashed away at a fast sprint, only to become a brief blur of color as he used his freakish speed to carry him back home. Upon arriving at the manor, he burst into his room and flung open his foreign currency drawer, stuffing as many euros as he could into his pockets. When he felt he had enough, he returned to Greece.

The waiter looked truly amazed to see Benji.

"Here you go!" Benji flashed a dazzling smile and handed the crumpled wad of bills to the waiter. "You can keep the change." With that, he pranced away happily. He found a nice alley to hide in before using his super speed to travel back home.

Reaching Sunny Haven, Benji slowed his pace to a light jog. He stopped near the tennis courts and pretended to look breathless, as if he had been out on a long run (which was actually the truth). He noticed his dragon brother Marcus whacking tennis balls and occasionally incinerating them with his fire breath. It wasn't the correct way to play tennis, but Marcus looked so intent on the task that Benji decided to let him be.

"I'm kind of hungry," he said to himself. All that running had drained him, even though he had just eaten. He began to walk to the Pawprint, where he knew a few of his siblings would be working.

Along the way, Benji couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He suddenly whirled around and scanned his surroundings. Nothing unusual. Maybe he was just being paranoid. Shrugging, he continued his trek, but the feeling persisted. When he entered the Pawprint, he went straight to James, trying not to look too nervous. He knew the snake would take a logical approach to his worries and assure him that he was just imagining things.

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Gently, he transferred the treats from one tray to the other, arranging them into presentable rows with a clean hand. James dumped the metal tray in the sink and tucked one end of the rag inside his pants pocket before he reopened a register. Usually they timed their small breaks well, but today seemed to be the exception for three people were already in line. Addressing them quickly, the Paterson was just about to finish with the last customer when Benji arrived, making a b-line toward his brother. Ever observant, it didn't take much for James to notice his nervousness but he ignored it for the moment as he finished the customer's order.

"Thank you dear." The woman replied as she dropped a few cents into the modest tip jar before taking her niece aside. The young girl's eyes were fixed on the tall Paterson, but was scolded for staring once her aunt took notice. He didn't mind, and even returned a polite smile toward her guardian. The child's absolute and silent attention was always preferable to the chatty teenagers that seem to flock to the Pawprint. Turning his attention back to Benji, he merely extended a hand to the side of the register, palm open and expecting. If the rabbit was here for anything, it would be food, and even if this place was family-run, they still had to pay for it.

Whatever unsettled Benji was none of James's concern, though he had his suspicions.

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He waited impatiently, tapping his toe against the cafe's floor, as James finished serving the woman and her niece. The little girl's gaze lingered on the lighter-haired Paterson before her aunt instructed her to do otherwise. In Benji's agitated state of mind, he wondered if the girl was the watcher that had been sending chills up his spine. Yes, it all made sense. That little girl was some sort of evil spirit in human form and she was going to engulf the whole town in darkness and despair and everyone was going to die!!!

Instinctively, he shuffled forward after the woman and the child had left. James's outstretched hand greeted him at the register. Benji was so used to this occurrence that he immediately began rummaging around in his pockets and produced a few euro bills. He pressed the money into James's palm.

"Listen, James," he said, leaning in close. "I... I feel like I'm being watched. Not like someone's just looking at me, but like someone's digging two holes into my back. That kind of watched. And it's not that stalker girl from last year. I'm sure of it." His breathing quickened as he thought more and more about it. "No one knows about us, right? I mean, I was running a lot because of a trip to Greece, but I should have been too fast for anyone to see. And that little girl was all mysterious and stuff and... and what if--"

He suddenly stopped his crazed rambling to sniff the air. "Wait. I smell cake." He glared at James with accusing, blue-gray eyes. "What's going on? I thought cake wasn't served on Saturdays."

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Once he received the money, James began to count the bills (because Benji never seemed to) and to convert the currency. The till was starting to look like a passport with its colourful array of bills and coins, souvenirs from the various places the rabbit had frequented. He made a mental note to switch out the money later before a Paterson gets the bright idea to take a picture and upload it. They were strange enough without their supposedly international clientele.

As he did this, James listened to Benji half-heartedly. The rabbit could talk anyone's ear off, and he wasn't as patient as the ox to remain attentive the entire time. However, with Eli's most recent vision, he began to tune in to his brother's seemingly paranoid ramblings. Ah the stalker...she was a tough one. Very strong-willed, took a lot of effort to convince her that Benji was not some Flash incarnate. James was not entirely surprised to hear the mention of Greece, what with the euros he held, but he was always dumbfounded by Benji's sloppiness.

"No one will know if we don't use them." He completely ignored the little girl comment; he was paranoid, but not to that extent. However, he was oversuspicious, and found himself wondering about the woman that was with her. How could he know that she wasn't a watcher, undercover or hired by one of the two depicted in the sketchpad? Perhaps keeping his silence was not a good idea, but the decision was still pending. Once he found more information then maybe he'll reverse his judgment. The vague statement probably did not reassure the rabbit at all, but James was not exactly designed to be reassuring. If the antsy Paterson felt watched before, he would certainly feel it now. James did not let up on his attention once Benji earned it, his gaze fixed and steely. This was the way snake preferred to deal with matters; subtle and enigmatic. He wasn't going to demand Benji to stop using his power like the rooster, but it was clear that he didn't want to draw attention to their family.

However, it seemed completely ineffective on the still starving rabbit who completely lost focus at the scent of freshly baked goods. Plainly, he replied. "Elias was probably pressured to make some." James gathered this from previous experiences, for whenever they seemed to have sudden changes to their daily menu, his various friends would visit and mainly order the addition. Most people would have forgotten such a useless fact, but not the detailed snake. "You'll have to fight for it." They were about to close in a few hours, so his friends were due to come in at any minute. What with Eli just starting to bake, there would not be enough for everyone, especially when including the biggest eater of the family.

"You're short for one." James informed, and he didn't mean one slice.

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"Benji!!!" Eli smiled from the other side of the bakery display. Benji and Elias got along fantastically, as the Rabbit and Sheep of the zodiac tended to do in all their lives. As such, Benji was one of Elias' favorite people, and seeing his brother always made him rather excited and happy. The two were thicker than thieves at the best of times.

"I made chocolate cake, I figured you'd want some so I already cut you a slice. I know its not on the menu, but... some of the guys wanted it. They said they'd stop by later. Whether or not they actually do is a different story." Eli walked out from the kitchen with a decent sized slice of cake already prepared on a plate with chocolate drizzle and whipped cream for his brother. He passed it off to him and gave his trademark sheepish smile. "How was breakfast in Greece?" he asked, still smiling. He then leaned in close, assuming James was no longer paying any attention to the two of them. "Code Red.. I'm off soon, can we talk?" he asked quietly. For whatever reason, Eli actually had a feeling that Benji may have had a suspicion what the Code Red was about. Was Benji already experiencing some of the strangeness that had been befalling the Patersons lately? Were they all experiencing it..? Eli's stomach writhed. He tried to hide the faint expression of nausea that overcame him in such moments of intense and sudden anxiety. His brother knew him, though.. and Eli would have a hard time keeping anything from Benji. Not that he wanted to. The Rabbit was one of the few signs that he actually felt he could fully trust.

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"You're the best, Eli! Oh, that looks delicious," he said as his favorite brother emerged into view. Good old Elias could always cheer him up, even when Benji suspected little girls of being evil spirits. He had always gotten along grandly with Eli and it helped that the sheep was such a fabulous baker. Benji completely ignored James's comments and fixed his eyes onto the delicacy in Eli's hands. A slice of chocolate cake stood proudly on a plain platter, embellished with chocolate drizzle and whipped cream. Heaven.

"Greece was pretty awesome, though the price was outrageous. A hundred and six euros for two servings of eggs? That's almost one hundred forty two US dollars! Can you believe it?" Benji waved his arms around, emphasizing the ridiculousness of it all. He settled down enough to hear Eli say the words Code Red and immediately remembered the feeling of those eyes on his back. "Yeah, we can talk... after the cake." An uncomfortableness crept into his stomach, and it was not because of the cake. Benji knew all too well of Eli's constant visions and if Eli needed to talk in such a serious tone, there was definitely something up. With all this on his mind, he had trouble enjoying his cake. He set down his fork and pushed the plate aside.

"Alright, Eli. What's up?"

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Once the sheep and rabbit got together, it was all over. James didn't know why he bothered with the advice in the first place when food was all Benji could hear. Setting the euros down, he gave Eli a tap to let him know to punch the order in before exiting the conversation. He left the register for the moment so he could clean up some of the tables. Grabbing a tray and the rag from his pocket, he proceeded to clear and wipe the tables one by one, his clean apron swaying with the effort.

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Once he had made his rounds, James settled at the register once more, taking orders as they came. Not forgetting his mental note, he exchanged the international bills and in the process, also stored some of the cash for safety purposes. He didn't exactly have cashier training, but to him this was all common sense, though the phrase was overused when it came to the bright Paterson. When it came to ten to 8, James hung his and Sean's apron and punched himself out and Eli in (again) on the machine. He then informed the sheep that he was heading out without mention of when he would return. Outside, he hopped into his audi and drove toward the nearest cafe to grab a coffee before heading toward Sunny U campus.

Once there, the snake parked near the optometry building, a lot less commonly patrolled. He didn't exactly have a parking pass, though they were not that expensive to the Paterson, but it didn't matter much. Any tickets he received, he threw out. To put it simply, the campus police weren't exactly the most diligent bunch. Stepping out, James took a short stroll toward the activity center with coffee in hand, wherein the gyms, pools and studios were located. It may seem strange that he didn't brew one himself at Pawprint, but being surrounded by the same coffee scent all day tends to lower its desirability for him.

Inside, James greeted his friends and set down his things. Together they warmed up and stretched as speakers blared. In the large studio mirrors, he caught a few glimpses of Val, to which she avoided. Annoyed, the snake decided to introduce himself to the new members before proceeding to teach the day's choreography. Much to Valerie's chagrin, the piece was based on a song on betrayal. With many of their mutual friends there, it was a horribly humiliating moment that nearly caused the brunette to leave. Most who knew them both could understand his choice, for dance was their common outlet. However, some suspected that James had done this on purpose, though most of those had felt guilty in thinking so. After all, they were the few he confided in.

When the class finished, he and his close friends decided to go out to eat. Gracefully, Val had declined to join them. By the time James returned home, it was almost 2am. After a quick shower, the snake slithered into bed in preparation for the big day tomorrow: the welcoming of the lunar new year.

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#, as written by Wrenn
Essentially a nocturnal creature, Simon had gone to bed for the night only a few hours before most of the other Patersons left for the day. When he finally awoke some time in the afternoon the rat briefly left his nest to use the restroom down the hall, but immediately returned to his bedroom and locked the door. Sliding into his well-worn rolling chair he quickly turned on his Xbox, his computer and the tv. With the afternoon lineup of sitcoms playing quietly on the 32-inch flat screen to his right, he logged in to briefly check any change in notifications, texts or updates from his friends -- all of whom he'd met through gaming, as he had none from school.

He played Black Ops II for a few hours before the need for breakfast finally registered. Where most of the Patersons' slender builds came from regular exercise and activity, Simon was one of those people who only ever seemed to feel the need to eat at a muted, almost second-hand level. He could note his hunger but not be compelled to satisfy it for hours on end, most of them spent in his room on his computer. This 'morning' breakfast consisted of two Hot Pockets and a Dr. Pepper, which he took back to his room after making a furtive appearance in the kitchen. This time he hadn't shaded himself, although more often than not he did when venturing from his room. Not that he disliked any of his family members particularly; he just didn't want to have to bump into any and be drawn into even the most cursory of conversations. Sometimes he went days without speaking to any of them.

Despite being only fifteen Simon no longer attended high school, which meant he virtually never had anything to draw him from his room. Citing an inability to cope with the pressures of school and socialization, he'd been able to enroll in an at-home schooling program that consisted of little more than reading and submitting papers to an instructor via e-mail, once a week. Almost all of the rest of his time was spent in his nest except for the rare occasions that he was pulled from his room.

Some hours after his breakfast, in the early evening, Simon finished a match and spent the brief moment of downtime to grab one of his phones from the nightstand. "Yeah one second," he replied over the headset while composing a quick message.

[kim pulled out. can u cover tonight 8p-1a $100?]

The new match started, and after a few kills and respawns his phone chimed with the response.

[where?]

He gave the address, a hip new club a few towns over. He didn't know much about it except that it was becoming quite popular with Sunny Haven residents, even rivaling the Patersons' Pawprint Cafe. The perfect place for two to 'accidentally' run into each other. He composed another text, this one to be sent to Val.

[hey Sean's planning on going to the Escape tonight] he began. He dropped the phone to quickly pick up his controller when he saw someone pass where he was camping. No one could find the rat when he wanted to remain hidden, and when the threat passed he turned back to his text. [drinks @ 8?] He sent the message to James' old ex-, and with a small smile, the rat returned to his game.