<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br/><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Train, Chloe's compartment<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br/><br/>He was not quite the reformed subject he thought he was, at least not in one regard. He had a lot more control over his base nature than he used to but all it took was a couple minutes sitting with Chloe in a small room with a bed for all kinds of bad ideas to begin to form. In the space of a breath the image of her falling back on the bed beneath him filled his mind so vividly that when he heard her voice it was easy to imagine she was calling his name...<br/><br/>...in a way she was never going to. <em>Jesus, Isaiah, get a grip.</em><br/><br/>"Yeah. Yeah, I know what you mean. The whole kiss thing, it was kind of a weird gesture," he agreed with her, knowing any sort of PDA threw her off a little. "Look, I could be wrong about things...I mean, that it might turn nasty...but it doesn't hurt to be careful."<br/><br/>He stood abruptly, not even aware he was going to until he was in motion. "I'll, uh, get out of your hair now. Kind of rude for me to invite myself in like that."<br/></div>