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[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James stumbles forward, confused by his surroundings. In one hand he clutches a heavy pipe. Both the pipe and his clothes are covered in monster gore, and combined with his disheveled and distant expression, he looks more than a little out of it. He pauses for a moment, then calls out.]

W-where...?

Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?

[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]

What's going on? Where am I?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Immediate reaction is to whip out her P90 from the violin case and fix it on him with a glare.] Are you one of the dangerous people here that Signore Doctor told me about?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James doesn't have great experiences with little girls. The pipe is raised, but he takes a step back at the sight of the gun.]

W-who... Who are you? What doctor?

I'm not dangerous!

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't budge] Why are you all bloody if you're not dangerous?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James look down and stares for a moment, as if seeing the mess for the first time]

It's not from people! I-I'd never...

[...for the most part. James drops his pipe and raises his hands in the air.]

Look, I'm unarmed.

My name is James. Can you tell me where I am?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[DOES NOT TRUST THIS. So not lowering her weapon yet.] Y...You're a new person too? What's it from?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[have the Master! yay, Master! he's interested in the blood, and gore and new face. :D]

Interesting! I think you're one of the first to come here covered in gore.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[James clutches his pipe. Little girls are one thing, strange men on the other hand...]

...Who are you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master grins politely]

My name is Seta. Mr. Seta.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[not quite sure if he should relax or not D:]

Mister... Seta?

I'm James. James Sunderland.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he should. :( THE MASTER IS TOTALLY COOL.]

A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sunderland. You are, of course, new to the Astral Plane...?

[madamemoiselle]

How gross. If you're going to come here the first time, it's at least a little better if you don't come looking like you're a murderer. People here don't really like that, you know.

Ne, but it smells gross anyways. {She even pinches her nose for effect} What is that?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I- I'm not a murderer! It's blood and... [He pauses, looking down at the pipe and his clothes]

Meat, I guess. But it's from monsters, not people.

[madamemoiselle]

{Frowns at the word monster} You don't have to justify yourself to me. After all, I'm probably what you would call a...monster anyways. So it's murder either way.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[clearly confused]

But... you're human, aren't you?

[madamemoiselle]

No. I'm not.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

[Have a rather wary Yuri watching you] What the hell happened to you?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

[By now James is starting to look more than a little uncomfortable standing around covered in dead bits]

A lot of things.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

You've got a lot of blood on you.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

Most of it isn't mine.

[harmonixerdemon.livejournal.com]

Then who's is it?

[contract_star]

Are you alright?

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I'm... fine. I'm just a bit lost, I guess.

[contract_star]

[Vague smile.] I understand. Everyone feels that way when they first arrive here. You get used to it after awhile.

[isolatedguilt.livejournal.com]

I suppose...

I just think about... that place, to go back to it, right?

[contract_star]

Exactly.

[Surveys him with a rather careful expression.] Ah...you were in some kind of fight, obviously...you're sure you're okay?