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2:19 AM
[No more rules. Big announcements. New arrival - it's all a little overwhelming when it comes at him along with a festering cough in his chest. His time was supposed to be up, finally, but yet again he's the dead man walking. Every mile, every inch he pushed himself - for what? For her. And where is she now? Better off. Better off than him, that's for fucking sure.
James will haunt the streets past dark; a crooked figure en route to the Daffodil Dive. He shows no outward familiarity with the place once he happens upon it, coughing into his sleeve as he enters. He heads straight for the bar with a limp in his gait, slow but steady strides getting him there. He'll sink down into a seat, as moody as he is greying.]