Post by jim on Jan 14, 2008 22:31:31 GMT
"Sorry. But I tend to speak a little louder when I am agitated." He growled, he stared at Caleb with some distaste in his eyes. But it was starting to settle. He was beginning to feel less threatened. He wasn't going to let his guard down though, that would be too big of a leap. He knew better than to get comfortable and too relaxed around something that was so unpredictable and had something held over your head; they could drop it any moment. Clay smirked grimly as the man reacted to the change of character. He pressed his lips tightly together. Removing the napkin from his chin. The blood wasn't coming out so rapidly anymore, so he didn't have to worry about having to keep his appearance up as much. Not that he cared much for his appearance, look at what body he was stuck in. A little wimpy case that weighted three pounds less than a feather and was about at intimaidating looking as a lost puppy.
He tilted his had at Caleb. "Hmm. Well, aren't we special then." Clay said, referring to Jim and him. Rare, these two were defiantly rare. He sighed, and chuckled to himself lightly. He looked down at the table for a moment and then only moved his eyes up to Caleb's, his head still facing down. "And Jim is the best you can find?" Clayton, lifted his chin back up so he was looking face on. "Come on now, Jimmy is special now but ... he isn't exactly ... experienced." He chuckled to himself again. His mouth still tingling from the blood that had now stained it's self into his lips and tongue. He rubs the back of his head, making a note that he needed a hair cut. Extremely bad, or at least a hair brush. He zoned out for a moment and the clicked back in.
He watched the business card. He dragged it closer to him and lifted it up. He looked at the address. He stuck it in his pocket, "Just an address? Not into going into the whole mafia, owns a illegal car dealership route? No creativity." He shook his head, and smiled gingerly, his lips were killing him. "Stronger? Depends on what strengths your looking for, Mate." He was more of the sarcastic, trouble making type. While Jim was able to cope, or kind of, sort of cope, with what ever is thrown at him type. With the two of them, you got the whole package. He crossed his arms around his chest, slouching in his chair. Making himself look relaxed, almost like he would fall asleep and fall off the chair at any moment, but truly he was over thinking things. Something he rarely did. He was trying to sort out, how long would this guy need Jim, would Jim be able to handle this guy? He seemed a little too rough for the kid, and the destruction of Jim meant the destruction of Clayton, which was never happening. In any case, Clayton would have to turn into a guidance councilor the second Jim was made to use his power.
Clay shrugged, "My early work. Messy, sloppy, wish that kid, Mitch whatever, had seen the whole thing. Then I would have even fonder memories of it." He sighed, "So just out of curiosity, you have anything I could do, you know, the sidelines aren't fun. Watching the game, never as exciting as playing it." He stared at Caleb with a relaxed glare.
He tilted his had at Caleb. "Hmm. Well, aren't we special then." Clay said, referring to Jim and him. Rare, these two were defiantly rare. He sighed, and chuckled to himself lightly. He looked down at the table for a moment and then only moved his eyes up to Caleb's, his head still facing down. "And Jim is the best you can find?" Clayton, lifted his chin back up so he was looking face on. "Come on now, Jimmy is special now but ... he isn't exactly ... experienced." He chuckled to himself again. His mouth still tingling from the blood that had now stained it's self into his lips and tongue. He rubs the back of his head, making a note that he needed a hair cut. Extremely bad, or at least a hair brush. He zoned out for a moment and the clicked back in.
He watched the business card. He dragged it closer to him and lifted it up. He looked at the address. He stuck it in his pocket, "Just an address? Not into going into the whole mafia, owns a illegal car dealership route? No creativity." He shook his head, and smiled gingerly, his lips were killing him. "Stronger? Depends on what strengths your looking for, Mate." He was more of the sarcastic, trouble making type. While Jim was able to cope, or kind of, sort of cope, with what ever is thrown at him type. With the two of them, you got the whole package. He crossed his arms around his chest, slouching in his chair. Making himself look relaxed, almost like he would fall asleep and fall off the chair at any moment, but truly he was over thinking things. Something he rarely did. He was trying to sort out, how long would this guy need Jim, would Jim be able to handle this guy? He seemed a little too rough for the kid, and the destruction of Jim meant the destruction of Clayton, which was never happening. In any case, Clayton would have to turn into a guidance councilor the second Jim was made to use his power.
Clay shrugged, "My early work. Messy, sloppy, wish that kid, Mitch whatever, had seen the whole thing. Then I would have even fonder memories of it." He sighed, "So just out of curiosity, you have anything I could do, you know, the sidelines aren't fun. Watching the game, never as exciting as playing it." He stared at Caleb with a relaxed glare.