Vincent sat him on the same gurney he had placed Angel. First he MRI'ed him, then catscanned then X rayed. He finally got to the "Fun" part. Exploritory surgey. he opened up his skull and poked around for a bit then gasped "EEEEEEEEEEW! A BANDAID!!!"

Sanae sat up, the sound of Vincent yelling about a bandaid ringing in her ears. She sighed and slapped her hand against her forehead. Vincent was a total nut job. He could open up skulls and other various body parts, but a bandaid freaks him out? Seriosly, what the crap?

(XD) Vincent pulled it out, along with a paper clip...and shut his head. Then brought him back up into the office.

Sanae layed back down on the bed, yawning widely. She then, accidentally, fell asleep, her snoring actually beginning to drift down the hallway.

James moaned before waking up, blinking. Of course, he hadn't expected to wake up at all. He blinked before moving the arm experimentally, the limp lifting up and over him to block harsh light from his eyes. He grinned widely, eyes a bit wild.

(Yes, I did forget to mention that there are two versions of James. One is fearful, the other is a bloodthirsty demon masquerading as a messenger from God himself.)

Vincent waited outside the door. he had already vacated the furniture from the surounding area.

James sat up experimentally andf twirled his left arm in its socket. He took in a bid breath of air before letting out a small, manic chuckle. "Oh, its so GOOD to be out!" he yelled happily, not even noticing Vincengt nearby.

Vincent sat calmly and perfectly still on the floor, except for his hand which was writing down notes.

James sucked in more air before letting out a whimsical sigh of happiness. "Oh glorious day. Now that fearful whelp can't stop me now! Ascension is inevitable!" he called to no one, spreading his arms out almost as if he were preaching.

Vincent wrote down a couple more notes: This is interesting
alternate personality
I hope it goes away
Hey wait, Didn't Sanea come here today?

James jerked and turned, eyeing Vincent coldly as he spotted the older man. "Oh, sorry. Didn't notice you there. I hope you didn't mind my ramblings," he said, a small, cruel smile spreading on his lips. "That would be unfortunate."

It was after school now and Angel was dragging Simon to her house, "This should be fun, so what foods do you like? Vin... I mean dad's going to be shocked that I already have a friend." She dragged him up the stairs, opening the door to see James and Vincent. She sensed something was wrong and glared at James, while letting go of Simon.

Vincent turned to see Rose. "Oh, uh. Hello?" he put away the note book and bekoned thenm to a safe place on the floor. Simon looked around. "Oh! It's the scary boy!" He exclaimed. Vincent held his finger up to his lips. As in "Please dont talk or I'm afraid he might kill us." Simon got the point and sat silently.

James turned to look over at Angel, eyes widening with interest. "Hey, its that monster from earlier! Odd....you don't look like a monster now....? What happened?" he asked, pouting slightly and cocking his head to the side. "And you! You're the ghost boy!" he said, pointing at Simon.

Angel scouled at James walking towards the kitchen, "I'd be very happy if you choose your words better in my dad and mine own home." She put on an apron starting to cook something for everyone, that she could see.

Simon pointed at himself "I'm a ghost boy?" He asked in genuine curiosity. "Now Angel, be polite to your school mate." He scolded. "I just pulled a band-aid and a paper clip out of his brain." He whispered to her.

James nodded at Simon, ignoring Angel's statement. "At least that's what he--I saw back at the school during one of my episodes," he said, smiling at the feminine boy. "You two are just lucky I couldn't find a weapon....well....monster-girl is. Ghosts aren't exactly solid."

Simon smiled inwardly. <I like ghosts, they make good halloween costumes, Do you remember that one time I snuck us into the bathroom while you vwere asleep and put some white powder on our face? Then I said "Oh My god! We're DEAD!! Ha, you woke up and pissed your pants, good thing the baby powder covered thew smell, you cried so hard. Ha ha!> Simon's face flushed a bit. That memory didn't make him very happy.

James blinked at James, wondering why his face was suddenly red. "What's wrong? I say something embarassing?" he asked, cocking his head.

Simon shook his head. "no, I was just thinking how impolite of me it would be for Angel to be slaughtered and not me." He blushed more at his horrable excuse.

James blinked, slightly confused. "Oh....well....that would be rude, wouldn't it?" he asked, lifting his arm and scratching the back of his head.

"Yes.........very." Simon sayed after a long akward pause.

James sat there, blinking. "Wow....this is awkward...." he said, turning to look around the room. "Hey, this place is nice....even without furniture."

Vincent's eybrow twitched, ah well, he thought, I like this one better than the last one. "Thank you James. He said, his words sounded like honey being stabbed with a burning poker.

James turned to look at Vincent, eyes hurt. "My you don't have to use that tone. I was trying to be polite," he said, his eyes hurt.

Vincent sighed. "I'm tired, im going to bed after I make dinner...."He thought for a second. "Oh wait, I forgot. I have to "Supervise" Till your ready to go home." He looked at Simon and James <Why are there more teenage guys in my house then girls?>