<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/>For some reason, Charles using that particular phrase, invoking the Devil, made him frown a little.  He shook it off.  "Speak his name and he does appear, or she, in this case."<br/><br/>He shrugged a bit at Mia, half smiled.  "I've got to watch my diet real close.  I don't precisely eat what you'd call people food.  A lot of steamed chicken breasts and things normally associated with rabbits," he said.  "And brown rice.  Steamed brown rice.  The protein shakes aren't half bad."  He made a face.<br/><br/>Since he didn't have any real mail, he put his bike on the porch and locked it up.  He said to Nicole, wiping his hands on his shorts before offering one.  "I'm James and you can ignore Mia.  She's just bitter because I haven't asked her out, yet.  I'd be happy to do some heavy lifting for you, get that stuff up there faster.  Moving sucks, right?  Best to get it over quickly.<br/><br/>"But what brings you here?  You look like you're old enough to have a real person residence."