<div class="floatleft">(http://onlinerpgs.chrisbradleywriter.com/images/7/76/Cameron1a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>James O'Sullivan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I guess that's why they say no news is good news," James said to Mia.  "Only bad news comes in the mail.  Bad news and coupons for food I can't eat and stores that have nothing I want to buy, so bad news and waste.  Probably some kind of metaphor for civilization or something."<br/><br/>Up close, James radiated density and solidity.  Because he was so tall and long, at a distance, he almost looked normal.  Athletic, but normal.  Up close, his real physicality became evident.  He was also in a good mood, because he had a job he really loved, one that generally gave him as much energy as living there took away from him.