It was easy to say that Limbo had its own fair share of issues. It wasn't that shocking although James was just glad that he had managed to stay out of trouble for this long. The fault in his addiction was a heavy one but the openness of the facility was different than the bottomless pit that was Inferno. Here people seemed acceptable to the things that went on. Not everyone was a dick but maybe that was just because James was one.
Everything else seemed nicer too but maybe that was because he spent so much time in solitary because of bad behavior to know the difference. James didn't like the hologym because it seemed like a waste of time. He preferred things that he knew were there. He wanted to be able to see and know that what he was burning practicing against wasn't just some computerized illusion. It was always better to know that his fire could be felt. God, did that make him a little weird?
Obviously not everyone wanted to train with him. Fire bad tree pretty, he guessed. Still, he made his way to the gym to see who was there and he was somewhat entranced but the girl who seemed to be sucking in smoke. It looked strange from where he was standing but everyone's power was mostly different. He wasn't about to judge her for it - not that he really cared.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you that smoking is bad for you?" James lifted a brow as he stood there with his arms crossed. He was in a fitted white t-shirt and sweats, his hair the usual long mane that it was. If anyone could say something nice about James it was that he had nice hair but anything else? Yeah, nobody else could think of any other compliments.
"What was that, anyway? That thing you did?" he asked, voice casual as he stepped inside the gym, his eyes remaining on the other agent. James couldn't quite remember her name but he didn't make it a habit to go on the closed network to chat. It wasn't really his thing to interact.