James' room

james liam carter,

James stepped into his newly decorated room, taking in its appearance for a moment. It was just how he had wanted it, and he was so glad that he had his own room. He had never thought he would ever have the chance whilst living at camp. The wooden floor beneath his feet didn’t make a sound as he tread across it, taking the opportunity to look around. There was a high ceiling, make of metal and looking all modern. There was a double bed and navy soft backboard – which he was thankful for as he wasn’t exactly the thinnest boy – covered in a union jack quilt, which was pretty appropriate considering he was British. Above his low bed was his desk on an extended platform, wooden blocks fixed into the wall as steps. A few paintings covered the walls, adding a splash of colour yet keeping it all grungy and quite intimidating. Opposite his bed, besides the door and window, was a punching-bag, mirror and his wardrobe. It all seemed closed in; yet open at the same time.
James left his door open to show that he was open for any conversation; whether it is light and fun or serious. His clothes had already been placed in the wardrobe, and his stuff pilled around the room in some parts. A music magazine sat on the floor by his bed, and a pile of the little books he actually owned on what seemed to be a wooden countertop besides his bed also. James Bond, they were. James had always, if he had to read at all, favoured those most.
Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he supposed that he should start getting to work on organisation for his cabin, but couldn’t help but take a moment to relax instead. He picked up the magazine, flopping back on the soft bed and flicking through it, looking at the pictures more than anything due to his dyslexia.

james liam carter,

Hearing someone at the door, James didn’t look up at first, assuming that it one of his siblings or something, just passing. Then he heard her called out, frowning and peeking at the doorway from beneath the bottom of his magazine, finding Tori leaning against the doorway. He pretended she wasn’t there for a few second, turning the page again before giving up, throwing the magazine out of his hands and across the room, sliding against the floor and hitting the wall to his right, taking a deep sigh as he did so. He hadn’t seen Tori since she had yelled at him for kissing another girl. He supposed he had deserved it, but it was still a little hurtful. Plus he had to get his side fixed up by the Apollo campers, which hadn’t been very pleasant, so he hadn’t planned on going to see her in the next few days, wanting everything to settle down first.
Sitting up, James ran a hand through his hair, watching Tori’s face despite the fact she was choosing to look away. “Yes?” He replied coldly, not being able to extend to a nicer way to say come in, even if he gave her permission to indeed come in. He looked bored, wishing he could’ve dodged this conversation for longer than it had been. “I thought you told me to go to hell, Tori.” he reminded her. “Now you want to speak to me?”

james liam carter,

Burying his head in his hands out of frustration, James cussed louder than he probably should’ve, glad that Tori had closed the door. Then again, this was the Ares cabin. There were much worse than him inside this building; if you forgot that he was a murderer, that was, but that was strictly on need-to-know basis, and the only people that knew were Tori, Taylor and Zach. James hoped to keep it that way. “No, don’t leave.” He sighed, knowing that this needed to be sorted out. He would just stress himself out over it until they both got better.
Listening and not commenting on what she was saying James couldn’t help himself when she made the trust comment, jumping to his feet faster than he ever had in his life, his hands balling his into tight fists. “What the hell! You make it sound as if I have done something worse than what I have!” He yelled, waving his finger at her ad unable to help his temper from getting the better of him. “So what, Tori?!” He started before forcing his eyes shut, taking deep breaths to calm himself down,
When more relaxed, his voice came out shaky and ragged, “I just kissed another girl.” He told her quietly, his gaze hard and the muscles in his arms and jaw were fluttering. “You didn’t even say you wanted us to date. If you had, I wouldn’t have kissed Azrael.” He growled out the same, still pissed over being stabbing in the back…literally.

james liam carter,

James turned his back on Tori, clenching his eyes closed and trying to calm himself further. He had always had quite the Issue with his anger, not wanting to do something insanely stupid such as hit a girl, especially a girl he cared about. James lashed out with his foot, kicking his stack of Bond books onto the floor, crashing against the nearby wall with a loud bang. His nostrils seemed to flare as his breathing remained heavy, angry with himself and Azrael.
Running his hands through his hair desperately, James slowly looked over his shoulder at Tori, stepping in front and facing her once more. "It would've helped. I'm not good at this type of thing." He snapped. He had had more girlfriends than most, but none of them he had actually cared about like he did Tori; none of them he had actually loved. His blue eyes softened slightly, deciding that the aggressive attitude was getting him anywhere. Now was the time to turn on the charm.
Getting closer to her and taking one of her hands, he raised the other to brush he hair behind and ear, raising his eyebrows at her. "Tori," He started, his hand them resting on her waist, his face showing regret and apologetic. "I'm sorry. I remember, I'm just a...a...a greedy arsehole. I couldn't help myself."

james liam carter,

The son of Ares honestly couldn't believe how easy this was. It was one of his first proper apoligies, and it had worked straight off the ball. Well, that had been a piece of cake. James grinned, looking pretty smug. He was a jerk, yeah, but they both knew that. He never had and never would hide anything from anyone, so he didn't care if he came across as a selfish and cocky idiot, because he quite frankly was one at most times, even if there was a lot of hidden emotion and sensitivity behind all that...James-ness. It wasn't as if he cared what people thought, seeing as he wasn't the type of guy that most wanted to get on the wrong side of.
"Yeah, even though this Is all your fault, I forgive you." James told her, twisting things around so it was her that seemed to be in the wrong, even if it had been him all along. He leaned down as she pressed her lips against his, smiling beneath the kiss and at Tori once he'd straightened again. "So, just to clarify, what are we?" He questioned, squeezing her smaller hand In his large one gently as his blue eyes studied her.

james liam carter,

Nodding along with Tori at her confirmation, James let his eyes wander to stare into the distance, his head facing just to Tori's side. He had never done this before; dated anybody. He didn't know what to expect really. He wasn't good at keeping things slow, showing any emotion that wasn't considered obnoxious and cocky, or being with the same person for a long period of time. The thought sort of repulsed him a little, seeing as he was such a...player. He doubted he would be able to remain faithful to Tori even if he did love her; because he just loved girls so much. Nevertheless, he would try his best anyway, seeing as he knew he wasn't the best catch and she was ignoring that for him. James would do the same.
Chewing on the Inside of his cheek as he let these thoughts roll over his mind, James eventually snapping out of the trance-like stare and gazing at his...girlfriend again. "So, Victoria," He started, hiding a grin as he forced out his English accent stronger than usual, sounding mighty posh and stereotypical as he spoke her name. "Does this mean that we have to do on a date, and stuff?" She was the leader In this, he decided; she would make all the decisions for him.