TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
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yes perfect!! he'd be one of her favorite reporters because she praises him and everything (boosts his ego LOL) and she understands that he has boundaries and everything as opposed to other reporters. james also wouldn't hesitate to give her gifts and everything and consider her a good friend--she could totally be one of his attempts at dating. he'd totally try but just not feel the connection and would be glad that it's a mutual agreement.
i'm totally down to thread if you are!! any ideas? i don't mind starting if you don't want to <3
[attr="class","jamestext"] Even after years of his father's retirement, James Silph remains as a public figure of Parallax; a strong supporter in the ever-expanding technological revolution. Little is known about his personal life and history, although there are plenty of rumours. His love life is terribly lacking, and he tends to let his emotions run too wild, but considering other celebrities, he's relatively free of any scrutiny. [break][break] The media usually portrays him as a serious businessmen--but few see him for who he truly is; a jokester and all around ass. In today's world, James rarely has the oppurtunity to be so carefree. He could do with a couple of good, genuine friends who can get him to relax and take a break from his work. [break][break] The CEO of Silph Co. is bound to have some enemies. As a staunch supporter of the Parallax, anyone who disagrees with his views are automatically dismissed in his mind. James has little tolerance, so first impressions are essential. If it's not worth his time, he's quick to leave. [break][break] Busy and occupied as always, James' love life is practically non-existent. Not to mention his betrothed, Harper Thorne, had originally ran away from him two years before. Extremely possessive and easy to anger, this issue proves to be a sensitive topic for James. Anyone who dares to give a try at romance will have to deal with all the other baggage first. [break][break] tldr; ceo of silph co. who seems boring but is actually kind of an ass and obsesses over things. esp his ex. [break][break] I'm open to any plots/ideas!!
My betrothed. She had run away two years prior, and I caught her living in the center of the Republic's stronghold. I love her dearly, and plan to bring her home shortly.
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He links his hands together, fingers interlocking, and sets his elbow on the table, hiding the bottom part of his face out of view. That doesn't, however, hide his discontent at Harper's revelation. She's been living here...by choice. That fact alone makes his stomach turn uneasily, and James pauses to think through his words before saying anything.
He sees it once again, the wistful smile that drifts across her face, thoughts somewhere else. The very action only serves to makes James more irate; didn't Harper consider his feelings? It's supposed to be a serious conversation, and yet she's here in her own world. Despite the time, Harper hasn't changed much at all.
"Harper." He deadpans, voice flat. He continues his questioning. Her eyes close, and she tenses. James has always had a quick temper, and she's well aware. It's then that the waitress interrupts them, flashing a not-so-subtle look in his direction, and asks for his order.
"...What?" He starts. It's been a long time since someone's challenged him like this, and out of all the people, it's Harper. She's cutting their lunch short, but he refuses to leave with so many questions unanswered. He quickly reels in his surprise, and urges himself not to snap at her--instead, he makes a plea. The waitress is waiting, and he doesn't want to keep her waiting, if only because he doesn't want to attract anymore attention then he already has.
"Harper, don't be unreasonable, please." He says, voice clipped. Being angry would only give her a reason to leave --and it'd make him look bad as well. Arceus knows the last time he'd lost his anger at such a place. With a bitter taste on his tongue, James isn't keen to repeat what'd happened.
"I cancelled my meeting for this...Can we just talk for a bit?"
IN THE LAND OF THE BLIND [break] THE ONE EYED MAN IS KING
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AND SO IT BEGAN
She was beautiful; her eyes the color of a polished sapphire; her hair as dark as night. His betrothed had been the perfect choice. James had fallen in love with the girl at first sight. They were young when they met, at the edge of puberty. James had walked into the room, eyes locked onto the girl he'd eventually call his wife. Enchanted, he'd kiss her briefly on the lips; not knowing that the girl would've recoiled under any other circumstance. Harper Thorne was his to keep, and that fact always stayed at the forefront of his mind. It was maddening to think that anyone would even glance at her.
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
It is busy in the coffeeshop when they stop to grab a quick drink. They had seperated for sake of efficiency. Only a few minutes had passed, moments that he'd let Harper out unsupervised--to his demise. When he'd return, cups in hand, he'd nearly drop them. James had taken a glance at Harper, whose face lit up with excitement and happiness; something that he rarely saw. It was a source of amusement--at least, until he saw the other boy. [break] [break] People were hurt. Mainly--the other boy, and he was the cause. When he came to her, Harper had pushed him away, like a monster. She ran, never to come back into his life again. Two years have passed. Two years of searching and prodding. Leads have grown stale, dead ends scatter across the trail that she had never left. To this day, he still looks for those sharp sapphire eyes he'd grown to love. [break] [break] After all, one should never forget their past. [break] [break] Right?
quirks
• has very little time for a social life[break] • prefers tea over coffee[break] • has tried to date, to no avail[break] • is obsessed with watches[break] • regularly wakes up very early in the morning[break] • favorite food is secretly hamburgers[break] • very picky and meticulous
He links his hands together, fingers interlocking, and sets his elbow on the table, hiding the bottom part of his face out of view. That doesn't, however, hide his discontent at Harper's revelation. She's been living here...by choice. That fact alone makes his stomach turn uneasily, and James pauses to think through his words before saying anything.
"I see." He says, not wanting the silence to linger for too long. James doesn't move his gaze from hers, although she's unwilling to do the same. Harper's uncomfortable--she's been caught in the act, and he's not sure what to tell her.
He thinks back to their moment at the cafe, how she'd left and never came back.
"Why?"
He's growing more irate, his voice growing louder in response, "Why didn't you bother to even tell me--"
"Excuse me," A voice suddenly interupts him, and he looks up angrily to see the waitress, a pad and pen in her hands. Compose yourself, he thinks. James clears his throat. He has to remember that he's in a restuarant, and he can't attract anymore attention than he already has. "Just some tea and a club sandwich." He says, impatience evident in his voice. He takes a glance back at Harper, and idly wonders how she'd been doing without all that money.
"I'll pay for your meal, so order anything you want."
She's been okay. Not great, nor terrible. James nods, ambivalent. It's good that she's not suffering. But when he entertains the thought of her, being miserable without him, he feels happy. And it feels slightly sickening to know that he's satisfied with that, despite it being petty and possesive. James has never been known from sympathy, even for Harper sometimes, and he isn't willing to change that sentiment so quickly.
He slides his phone back into his pocket, catching a glimpse of Harper's gaze, wondering what she'd just seen. What she even thought of him, even. James could give her everything she wanted with a simple press of a button, and yet here she was, doing well in New Verherna, of all places. Her family was worried sick and he's found her in the stronghold of the opposition, of all places. Had she been kidnapped?--or worst, brainwashed?
That possibility, though small, terrifies him more than he'd like to admit.
He leaves his hands in his pockets, huffing. James will deal with the problems as they come up; Harper is safe and sound, and that's what matters. When they arrive at the sandwich shop, it's thankfully not busy. With simple wooden furniture and peeling wallpaper to match, James resigns himself to such plebian tastes.
He slides into the seat across from her and links his hands together, resisting the urge to reach across the table. Eyes scan the menu, finding nothing particularly tasteful nor expensive The silence, uncomfortable and suffocating, makes it hard to break. But it's clear that Harper would like to say something, and he waits patiently for her to gather her words.
Unfortunately, she still leaves him with more questions than answers. She's obviously holding herself back. Such actions weren't unlike what their old relationship had been like, and James sighs. His quick temper has already started to get the best of him despite himself.
"Busy...how?" He prods. They're dancing around a dangerous topic. Words left unsaid, gazes evaded. James wants to confront everything, but he doesn't want to lose what's left of the pieces of their relationship. He's sure that it's salvageable, but they just need to get through the hard parts first.
The city has always been bustling and loud, but when she finally takes the time to look at him, her expression full of emotion, it feels as if the whole world's been muted, like someone had turned down the volume to low. The eye contact was brief yet intense, a renunion formerly left on an awkward note. The past had reared its face, and James was ready to take to it, guns blazing.
Fortunately, she accepts. James grins, warmth spreading from his center, ecstatic at such news. How could he ever doubt that Harper would say yes? He nods, motioning her to lead the way. How long has she been here? Longer than him--probably. Harper must know her way around this city better than he.
"So...how have you been?" He lilts, slightly nervous. Two years had gone by so quickly, and he hadn't realized how much he'd change by then. Work takes up most of his time, even when he's off the clock. Rarely was there room for socialization; even time to himself was sparse.
He texts his secretary. Reschedule the meeting this afternoon, it says, something important came up. Such actions were usually uncharacteristic of him, but James wouldn't miss this oppurtunity for the world.
He takes a glance at Harper's face, and realizes how much she's aged. She's grown slightly taller, her form filled. Her face has elongated, shoulders low. She walks with new confidence. Two years have passed so quickly, yet they've both changed so much.
"Thank you for letting me take you out. I'm sure you're busy."
His grip tightens, as if she'd disappear at any minute. The memories of their last encounter stay crisp in his mind, the reminder that Harper had run away because of that. He had to get her to trust him again; to help her out of this terrible city. The Republic's ideals run sharp against Parallax's, he wouldn't doubt that they've tried to brainwash her into what they think is right.
Her eyes widen, and she can barely stutter out his name. She doesn't move, yet James still won't dare to let go. He crowds next to her, letting the irate strangers part around them without any care. He would, however, prefer to talk in a more private place. One that won't garner the stares of other people. James may hold a strong position in Parallax, but being cornered in the city of the opposition is the last thing he wants.
"It's so nice to see you, Harper...I thought you were dead." He says, slowly loosening his grip on her elbow. He doesn't know what Harper's been through for the last two years--all that time had been spent searching for her. Now she stands here, before him, and that's perhaps the most perplexing fact of all.
Why was she here? Why didn't she contact him or her family? He's tempted to ask, but James remembers that there's a time and place for everything. He lets go of her elbow, and motions back to the direction her came from--he remembers seeing a small sandwich shop not far away.
Post by james silph on Jan 3, 2017 23:59:29 GMT -6
THE STREETS OF NEW VEHERNA had remained as busy as ever, even when James had visited the place years ago. The widest city in the region, huh? He tilts his head slightly back, eyes scanning what urban sprawl was laid out in front of him. It's hard to even spot the horizon between the buildings, and even harder with the bodies around him. He's a tall guy, but even he can get lost in the concrete jungle that is New Veherna.
He shrugs. It's a contrast to his impeccably built hometown; there's no water in sight. Disguised as a casual tourist, he flaunts dusted jeans and a clean jacket to match. A luxury watch, however, lays across his right hand. He would never dare to go out without one--such expensive tastes would go to waste if he didn't show it off.
"Excuse me." He murmurs, weaving through the crowd. It's lunch break, and the endless search for something actually good to eat proves tedious. He's hungry and irritated; if only he'd done his research before coming here.
Another nudge, another shoulder check towards what seemed like a dead end. He huffs angrily, peeling away from the busy foot traffic, and takes a moment to glance at his phone. 12:45 PM. It'll be a miracle before he'll be able to find any quality food. It seems like his annoyance has reached it's peak today.
At least, until he catches the glimpse of something familiar.
Blue eyes, like the color of the deepest oceans. James rises. His vision tunnels before him, and his hurried steps lead him into the crowd yet again. People filter in between him, and he pushes them aside --he can't lose her again, not ever. "Wait!" He yells, catching the attention of other people. Desperation fills in, and when he catches up, he reaches to clutch onto what he assumed was the crook of her elbow.
It's her.
The darkness of her hair, slightly more frazzled than he remembered. The expensive clothes gone. What had they done to her? He pushes down his confusion--she can explain later. When she's home, safe. Regardless of the time, she's the same as ever, and just as beautiful.
She was beautiful; her eyes the color of a polished sapphire; her hair as dark as night. His betrothed had been the perfect choice. James had fallen in love with the girl at first sight. Enchanted, he'd kiss her briefly on the lips; not knowing that the girl would've recoiled under any other circumstance. Harper Thorne was his to keep, and that fact always stayed at the forefront of his mind. It was maddening to think that anyone would even glance at her. [break][break]
the beginning of the end
It is busy in the coffeeshop when they stop to grab a quick drink. They had seperated for sake of efficiency, for he could grab the coffee while she can grab a table. James had taken a glance at Harper, whose face lit up with excitement and happiness; something that he rarely saw. It was a source of amusement--at least, until he saw the other boy. [break][break] People were hurt, and he was the cause. When he came to her, Harper had pushed him away like he was a monster, and she ran, never to come back into his life again. Two years have passed. Two years of searching and prodding. Leads have grown stale, dead ends scatter across the trail that she had never left. To this day, he still looks for those sharp sapphire eyes he'd grown to love. [break][break] After all, one should never forget their past. [break][break] Right?
