介绍 * Jem 001

[gemofshanghai]

Who: James "Jem" Carstairs and somarium 
Where: Streets of Espoir
Style: Your pick
Status: OPEN

Jem walked cautiously through the streets of Espoir, on the surface out for a typical afternoon stroll with his jade cane and hat pulled forward, the shadow falling over his eyes. His clothes are Victorian, but not quite right. He's wearing a loose-fitted shirt

Comments

let's pretend I'm on the ball.

[nolessthanseven]

[there's nothing like seeing Victorian gentlemen walking the streets to make Isabelle grin. Settled on a nearby bench - a brief reprieve from her daily run - to catch her breath, she watches him from afar curiously. Especially when he practically attacks the leaves. Like they did something to him.

[Her own Marks are obvious beneath even the sweater she wears for warmth, shoved up to just beneath her elbows; despite the weather, she still takes it upon herself to wear skirts and her boots, making only marginal effort in the still decent climate. It wasn't snowing yet, after all.]

Little bit jumpy?

[gemofshanghai]

[Jem turned in the direction of the voice. Sensing no ill will from the young woman, he smiled in greeting]

I expected worse than leaves to take me unaware.

[nolessthanseven]

[she grins charmingly, toying with a loose lock of hair.]

Oh yeah? Like what? There's not much here that's all that dangerous.

[gemofshanghai]

Indeed? I'm glad to hear it. [Belatedly retracts the blade in his cane, setting it properly down on the ground again]

[nolessthanseven]

I mean, you've got to watch your back once a month or so - this place does like to go a bit nuts. [she moves over on the bench, making room in case he cares to join her.]

[gemofshanghai]

Is that so? [Jem asked, one pale brow raised. He slowly approached the bench, taking that gesture as an invitation]

That sounds ominous.

[nolessthanseven]

Oh, it is. But if you've got the right group, it's not much trouble most of the time. [she turns to look at him, resting her chin in one hand against the back of the bench, smiling carefully.]

[gemofshanghai]

Such as...other Nephilim?

[nolessthanseven]

Exactly. Me, my brothers...we've been here for more than long enough. We know how it works.

Well, mostly.

[gemofshanghai]

Then I hope you will educate me, so I can be prepared as well.

[nolessthanseven]

Sure. I bet Alec'll be glad to have someone new to spar with anyway.

[she shifts, holding her hand out to him.] I'm Isabelle. Lightwood.

[gemofshanghai]

I'm James Carstairs. [Takes her hand and gives it a manly shake, in spite of the fact that she is actually a woman]

But you can call me Jem. Everyone does.

[nolessthanseven]

Pleasure to meet you. You can call me Izzy, if you like. [she appreciates the sentiment. Nice to see she isn't being viewed as a pathetic girl.]

Jem. I like it. Your personal version of James, or is there a story there?

[gemofshanghai]

[He chuckled] Not much of one.

My mother passed when I was young. When I moved to the London Institute, I introduced myself by my English name, James, and apparently they didn't think it was fitting for a boy to be a "James" quite yet. So everyone started calling me Jem. It stayed with me.

[nolessthanseven]

Your time's kind of weird, you know. So would they insist on calling me Izzy all the time, because I wasn't old enough?

[gemofshanghai]

As an endearment. Why not?

But everyone calls Jessamine by her God-given name. [Little smile] No one would ever accuse her of being sweet. And I doubt she would appreciate an informal nickname.