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Day 13: What's In Your Closet? - James' Jewelry Box

Earrings:

Knot studs: these are significant because they were his first pair! they were what the person who pierced his ears recommended and picked out with him. they were what he wore around for the first few months while the piercings healed over. and they haven't got lost along the way.

Gold Hoops: every girlie (gender neutral) needs some gold hoops. these were a gift for his birthday from one of his buddies. and it was just a different gift to what everyone else was getting him that year that it stuck out and felt a little bit deeper to him. also were his second pair ever so it was just nice to have that change of pace before he got a job to buy his own stuff

Silver chunky hoops: these bad boys are just his comfy go to's. they're his brother in arms. his best friends. apart of the 'james jones ii' starter pack. you're the most likely to see him with these in because while he does have more, he's also a lazy bitch who doesn't change them out a lot. which means, yep, they were what he was wearing when papa bit it and the crocodile bit HIM.

Stars: his special occasion earrings. the ones he think are fancy and would wear when HE wants to feel fancy. so like to a prom or opening night of the summer play/musical (since i am now forcing him to have played percussion/help with audio for those things), or when he played for some gig or something.

Rings:

Toy rings: the firsts! i hc'd that Hook got james like a packet of plastic treasure bullshit after a teacher didn't chose him to pick out of the treasure box, despite everyone else getting to do it over the course of the semester/year/whatever. so he got his own, and i imagine it included a bunch of plastic/squishy rings that were big and chunky. and james adored them, wore them all the time, and handed them out to his buddies or kids who looked like they needed them lmfao. so these were like his primers to actual rings later on in his time line. but he kept a few and def still wears them out on the town in the present. especially these days, there's probably one always on his hands because it's a good memory of his dad :(

Silver band: another just classic piece of jewelry that's easy to have and put on and not have to worry about. another brother in arms, that's been with him through the thick of it and the thin of it. just something he puts on and feels a little more like himself since it's been in his life and on his finger for ages.

Onyx Gold: this one is one he found in Scat Cat records one day while cleaning up. asked the boss and other co-workers but no one ever claimed it. kept it in the lost and found, where he would check on every time he came in for a shift to see if it was still there. after a few months, when they were cleaning stuff out, he was told he could keep it. just something that he wanted really badly and got to have it after pining away for it for so long. he was just grateful it wasnt haunted or cursed

Skull with star eyes: i will sAAAY he has a lot like this guy. the big chunky gaudy ones that don't seem practical in any sense other than being obnoxious since they take up like the whole bottom part of the finger up to the first knuckle. but that's why he loves them <3 because they're obnoxious, like him. ANYWAY, this one in particular is his go to guy because he saw it when he went to the store for something completely different and just had to have it. one of those, "i didn't find this, it found me," moments.

Skull band: as much as james hates being a medium, is is not lost on him that he enjoys the skull motif <3 but it's punk rock!!! anyway, this one gets points because it was given to him during a show he was playing as a favor for a friend whose drummer was sick and they needed someone to fill in. james was like, "i dont want money for this, all i want is a meal, to not have to drag my kit in on my own, and that ring." and all these needs were met. so it reminds him of that night as well as his friend.

Bracelets/Wrist Wear:

Friendship bracelets/Wrap bracelets: james has a bunch of these kinds of bracelets around because he makes them and gives them to his buddies or whoever. he learned to make them at an early age because i imagine one of his friends had the kit and he just got obsessed with it. i also imagine other people gifted him some back that he loooves. tho some may have gotten lost to the recent hospital visit where they probably snipped them off :( rip

Concert/festival bracelets: probably gone now since the hospital probably took them as well BUT there was always one on his wrist that he would keep on for as long as he can. even if it is tattered and demolished, water logged, ready to just rip off, he will keep that bitch on for as long as possible. both because he is lazy and also because it reminds him of the cool thing he went to!

Leather bracelet: this is the 'i don't leave home without this or i feel naked' bracelet. like the classic earrings or ring, this is his signature bracelet. if you see him a lot and know him, if one day he popped up and WASNT wearing this bracelet you'd be like, "something's different about you...omg i can see your wrist!!!" it's just significant at this point because it has withstood the test of time and him being an idiot

Leather strings bracelet: this one was a gift he got in a secret santa but never did find out who his secret santa was. so thank you mysterious santa, you'll always be famous.

Watch: i wrote this detail about him have a shitty plastic watch in the thread with mim, and wanted to include it here! it's a significant item because it also has stuck around since he was a kid and he got it out of a cereal box, but he wanted a watch because he saw his dad had the pocket watch and wanted to have something similar of his own.

Necklace:

Pentacle Necklace: he deffo has more than one necklace, but this is the only one that he never leaves the house with and rarely, if ever, takes off. it'll sit under his shirt and sweater most of the time since it's something he wears for himself rather than to showcase to other people. it was his mom's. besides his magick and hair texture and skin tone and other genetic markers, it's one of the only things he has of her besides like pictures and that sort of thing. he had found it when he was being a pesky kid looting his dad's stuff and stole it to wear. when his dad saW it, he didn't actually blow up and was just like, "keep that safe or else." and he does. what neither of them know is that it's actually had some residual magic from the charm avani got a sorcerer to put on it to keep her from getting possessed! but since it's been so long, who knows how long that enchantment has lasted... much to think about.

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@vixey-chakraborty

He was still shaking. It wasn't a violent display, more like he had just been left outside in the winter air too long. Only he was sweating, his skin heated rather than covered in goose bumps. The pain was coursing through him, making his residual limb pulse with the rapid beat of his heart. Adrenaline had tried to help him but that could only last so long, and the injury wasn't one that the chemical could outlast.

His eyes shut tight at the suggestion. Just the thought of moving again on the crutches scared him, after falling that many times now and landing wrong, he didn't know if he could take it if his leg so much as brushed against something.

James figured if he told her that she'd give him the same shit the PT people did. Don't say can't! You can do it! Just one more! But he didn't know if he could move an inch without falling flat on his face again, the way he couldn't even get his fingers fully gripped on the crutches handles. The corners of his mouth pulled down before he just fessed up, eyes glassy as he glanced up at Vixey.

"Unless it's right behind me, I don't think I'm making that either."

See Right Through You & [Pirate Fox]

[captainjamesjoneshook]

@biceps--to-spare

James braced as best he could against the touch to his shoulder but it felt like it was reverberating down his arm, through his sternum, bones acting like a high hat shaking in a room with a subwoofer working overtime.

This was a lame excuse to James, but he understood it all the same. He had been hoping to get the family legacy all his life. Although the legacy he wanted had only been paved by his father. He didn't care about what the Jones' before him had done, because his father hadn't. He had made his own, along with Mr. Smee.

But he had let that slip right through his fingers.

Now all he had was his mother's and what a fat lot of good that was going to do him.

"Is that why you've put up with all the crap everyone's been given you lately?" he asked, feeling the need to poke the bear now that he was getting stupidly emotional.

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

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@pall0r-mortis

....

What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck was this guy talking about? James knew he hadn't been getting the best sleep of his life lately, when he got any sleep at all, but he was having a seriously hard time following any of this logic. If one could even call it logic!

What James wanted Sid to say was, Okay. I respect your answer, have a nice day, I'm going to go now, so they could both be done with this weird hamster wheel Sid had put them into in the first place.

Anger began to stew inside of him and James hated how it was the only warm thing he had felt in what felt like ages now. It wasn't a pleasant warmth, though. It had sailed right over that and gone straight into scalding, continuing to boil away inside his chest, letting it spread out to his limbs until he was just sitting there ready to burst with it.

What did he mean! How could he say, Tell me to fuck off because of me, but not because you know my motivations in the same bloody sentence! How was that any different! His motivations were still him! They were literally his motivations!

"Oh my fucking god," he said after Sid had finally stopped talking, letting his face fall forward into his awaiting hands. He scrubbed harshly at his skin for a long few seconds before reaching up to run them through his hair. There was so much to be said, so much to pick up and throw back in Sid's face because James hated to listen to people think they were so right when they were so wrong.

But they were just going to keep spinning around on that hamster wheel if he continued this argument verbally, and James was not going to be stuck here looking at the same view, listening to the same squeak over and over and over until madness set it. (The view being Sid, the squeak being Sid's voice, for all of those who did not understand this metaphor.)

"Fine!" he blurted, throwing his hands up in a mocking surrender, though it had too much violence in it to be. "You want to go on a date? Fine! You've already neglected to bring me flowers and chocolates, I see, so that's points deducted."

The wheel chair turned aggressively as he maneuvered through the house to the back door. Squeaky came inside as soon as it opened, whistling, but she went to her water bowl, apparently parched. All the better that she was distracted. He let that door slam and locked it, and went back over to the front where he shoved himself over the threshold, expecting Sid to move it or get rolled over, pulling the door closed behind him so he could lock it, too.

James rolled down the walkway, the slight hill did most of the work for him, "Come on, then, sunshine! Where are you taking me? I'm a classy girl, I expect the best!"

An Absolutely Normal Reaction to this Whole Situation™️ || Shook

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@jere-me--oh-my

"Good! Yes! You hitting things to the beat and then the explosions popping up every time you go into the chorus–" He held up his hands, fitting it so his forefingers and thumb touched, making a window pane in front of his eyes, "–I can see it. It's beautiful."

James would say it, had said it plenty of times: For as much as that song had been meme'd to hell and back, it was genuinely a good and enjoyable song. The beat was ahead of its time. That sort of synth being used back in the early 2000's? He would have to give Pharrell William's his flowers on the production.

Anyway.

"Are you going to triple threat this production? Writer, actor, and director?" James asked, moving his hands so that Jeremy was now in the frame of his hands.

On The Mend - JimJams

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@apirateslifefor--smee

Hook glanced Mr. Smee's way as he caught the other man's movement from the corner of his eye, he picked his head up to match the other man's gaze. He knew there was no use in arguing with Smee and, more than that, he did not want to. Not now and not against the point. Hook himself would have never willingly asked for the such a thing, for the help at all, despite being desperate for it. So it was a very good thing that Smee knew that it was on him to insist upon it.

He recognized what a large ask it was, too. Hook had still been trying to wrap his head around the concept of having a child, but he'd had months to think on it and prepare the best he could. Mr. Smee wouldn't have to shoulder that weight in full since this wasn't his child, but the thought that he would want to help with them at all was–

A small huff left him, both in amusement at having been spoken to in such a manner and in astonishment at his friend. Or rather, at the realization of just how lucky he was to have such a friend as Mr. Smee. One corner of his mouth tugged upward briefly before he was looking away, sniffing.

But he couldn't just accept this offer. It wasn't fair. Hook had done this to himself and Smee no doubt had a life to get back to now that theirs were no longer running on parallel paths.

"Perhaps that is true," he said, unwilling to admit to needing anyone fully. "But you shouldn't commit to such a thing. You've already done your duty. We're not aboard the Jolly Roger any longer, Mr. Smee. I understand that you have responsibilities elsewhere. I will not be the cause of another loss today, or any day moving forward."

The Beginning Of The End || Jolly Roger

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@vixey-chakraborty

James did his best to keep from making any insane noises as Vixey pulled him to his feet– or foot rather.

Not a day had gone by where he had woken up and not been startled by the lack of a limb. It was just so jarring. Every single time. After a life time of learning one way, getting used to that way, now he was having to learn a whole new system. All while in the worst head space he had ever been in, and not particularly paying attention to what he was being taught.

The worst part of this new system was the lack of independence, having to rely on other people and asking them for help. Even if, like Vixey, it was their job to do so.

"Thanks." He leaned heavily against the wall, letting it prop him up as he huffed and puffed, trying to get his grip back on the crutches properly. He started to shake his head at her first question, but quickly corrected himself, nodding.

"Yep," he said, letting out another breath. His cheeks ballooned as he only opened his mouth up a little to let the air out slowly. James stared down at the ground, "Dunno that I'm going to make it back there, though."

See Right Through You & [Pirate Fox]

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@pall0r-mortis

James caught the door as it came flying back the other way, having bounced off the boot that had gotten in its way.

In an instant, he resented himself and his lack of a leg. If he had the ability to maneuver his body like he was used to, he would have been able to shove the door shut so he wouldn't have had to listen to the rest of Sid's spiel.

Actually, if he hadn't lost his leg then he probably wouldn't have been back in Swynlake at all so they wouldn't have met and this whoooole situation could have been avoided. But, as it was, he had to endure this reality.

Which meant staring up at Sid with an incredulous look wrinkling his face because....what the fuck was he even talking about? It was an absolute roller coaster of word vomit that might have been funny if James wasn't still angry at the guy for yanking his chain the other day, and now furthering this resentment by continuing to yank said chain.

"I don't need an explanation to why. A no, is a no, is a no," he said. But since he knew he probably wasn't going to be able to get the door shut without one, James went on. "I don't want to go on a date with you because I know you're just messing with me. I don't care if you want to take the piss, but I draw the line at someone pretending to want to go on a date with me. It's cruel. And I've had enough of that lately."

He swallowed at the sound of emotion stretching his words, hating that they had wriggled their way in to show off to this guy who would no doubt use them against him.

"Anyway– haven't you already got a date lined up that someone paid for? Why don't you go and bother them with this shit?"

An Absolutely Normal Reaction to this Whole Situation™️ || Shook

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@jere-me--oh-my

James let out a long pfffftttt at the idea that Johnson's music career could die off. Even though he very well knew how hard it was to survive on that path, since he had looked into it himself and was heavily involved in that side of life.

At least, he had been before he set a lot of it aside after the beginning of the year when his father had ordered him to start focusing on training for the life he was actually going to have aboard the Jolly Roger.

But Johnson had a lot of things people who wanted to pursue music didn't have. Aside from the talent, he just had a good attitude, and James thought that would take him farther than most. Especially since these days people were so invested in the artist, as well as the artist's music.

"I love it, fully support the endeavor," he said, since Jeremy no doubt knew James was a secret fan of musicals since he tried to help out during those summer plays with tech and audio. To anyone else, he was just there to get more experience with it and hated show tunes. "But, you know what means– either you put Milkshake by Kelis in or you don't and you'll be labeled a coward."

On The Mend - JimJams

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@biceps--to-spare

"Why didn't you want to come with us?" he asked.

He had known that his father and Mr. Smee had asked Gaston to leave Swynlake behind. His father had told him so. His father had also complained up and down about how ridiculous it was that Gaston wanted to stay instead.

James didn't get it either.

Well, he did but he also didn't. The guy's mother was still here and the Deer.

But what else? The town was so suffocating. Full of hypocrites who would speak a big game, but only for the people they liked! If it was someone they didn't, then, ah, who gives a fuck? Let them remain on the outside instead of getting to partake in the rights everyone claimed to want for all. Unfortunately for them, you couldn't just pick and choose who got rights. If you wanted them, then they had to go to everyone. And that meant everyone.

And, well, James just couldn't help but to wonder what could have happened had Gaston been aboard the Jolly Roger that day.

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

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@plutothe-pup

He let out a little impressed sound, lower lip sticking out as he nodded and gave a silent golf clap to the responding catch of the plastic cutlery. He guessed Young should be that quick, being so obsessed with that the sport that catching and throwing a ball were the basic mechanics.

"Aw, yeah, like that's what I'm worried about. Getting sick," he mocked.

Though it probably wouldn't help his already compromising condition, body already having gone through the wringer and working over time to deal with its new normal, repairing all the damage that had been done to it.

"But, that does sound concerning," James went on. "I'm going to assume you've talked to a doctor about this?"

It was the rational thing to do, after all. James himself wouldn't go for something like a cold, willing to wait that out in his room with a tissue box, Gatorade, and movies, but for something that was reoccurring? And was affecting things like running and strength? Seemed like Milo was on his way to becoming the cold open on an episode of House M.D. .

Turbulence || Captain Barkossa

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@apirateslifefor--smee

Hook looked up at the sound of Smee's voice, having not even noticed his grand entrance, so caught up in the roaring of his own thoughts. He gave the man a glare, shaking his head in disappointment that he was there because he felt that was how he was supposed to react. A man like Hook shouldn't need comfort, even in moments like these. He should just be able to continue on with out much trouble.

They had lost men on the waters, to the monsters and elements alike. He had taken lives. Death was no stranger to him.

Loss was an entirely different matter. Hook had never known that. Even in the case of his hand, he'd had some control over that moment, had led the crocodile away from something he hadn't been capable of parting with. His hand was a measly price to pay for the man who was standing a few paces away now.

He picked up the purse and jacket from the seat next to him to settled on his lap. After a moment he shot Smee another irritated look. "Well sit down then, Mr. Smee. I know you didn't come all this way to stand there staring at me."

Another minute of silence passed between them before Hook glanced sideways at the other. "She died. I'm not sure about the baby. They've yet to tell me anything."

He thought saying it without any fuss would somehow make him feel better, like confession a secret. Instead it managed to crack him and he let his head fall forward to watch his hand close over the purse in a tight grip. "I have no godly idea what I'm going to do without her, Sam."

The Beginning Of The End || Jolly Roger

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@vixey-chakraborty

He swallowed, lifting a hand up to touch it down against the ground, palm flat. It was then that he realized he was shaking. Trembling like a damn chihuahua. The reason could have been any one of the obvious; the pain, the anger, the nausea, the cold due to the sweat that was making his shirt stick to the line of his spine.

The quick reply that came to mind on instinct had been locked and loaded, ready to be shot off at her. He didn't want her help– but only because he didn't want anyone to see him like this. It made him feel pathetic. Having a witness (one who was alive, anyway) made it worse.

But he also knew it wasn't going to do him any good being mean to her, or trying to get back up on his own. As much as he wanted to be able to, to be the sort of person who could push through the pain and do it all by himself– he couldn't. He'd tried already. A few times. That's why the crutches were that far away rather than just beside him.

"Yes, please, if you wouldn't mind," he said quietly, though it did nothing to hide the creaky nature of his voice. "Wouldn't want to be a fire hazard to the good people of Swynlake General."

See Right Through You & [Pirate Fox]

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@pall0r-mortis

James, meanwhile, hadn't really been thinking about the whole weird ordeal. There was a lot of other things on his mind at present, thanks. If anything, he'd thought it had put everything with ol' neighbor Sid to bed. And by everything, he meant whatever weird mind games that guy was trying to play on him.

It was true, Mr. Smee was gone from Mojo Dojo Casa Smee-Jones for the time being, leaving James and Squeaky to hold down the fort. She was in charge, of course. And he had taken the opportunity to lay on his bed, headphone covering his ears, blasting music. An age old healing ritual, you see. Supposed to cure many wounds of the soul.

At least, that had been the idea until the sounds of Squeaky's barks caught his attention as one song faded out, ready to transition into another. He frowned, lifting his phone to hit pause, and listened to what was going on just down the hall.

Someone was knocking on the door. He lifted his head from where it lay on his pillow, sending his bedroom door a look of seriously? Who the fuck was that? No one had texted him that they were coming over and he knew Mr. Smee wouldn't be knocking like that if he'd left his keys or something. So, James did what anyone else would have done in his place and ignored it.

Until the knocking came again and off Squeaky went.

He groaned, flopping over to the side of his bed, grabbing for his wheel chair, and transitioned into it. James rolled down the hallway and, first, traveled to the back door to open it and whistle for Squeaky. She came running, bounding out into the back garden to go do whatever it was she did out there.

Then, once that door was shut and he didn't have to worry about her running passed him to get to their intruder, he went to the front. James wasn't tall enough to get to the peephole sitting down, so he simply unlocked it and tossed it open.

He blinked at what was waiting for him on the porch.

Not only was it Sid but it was Sid demanding they go on a date. Scratch that– he was asking, actually. Which meant James could answer:

"No," he said, flat, and then pushed the door so it could start swinging closed again.

(outfit)

An Absolutely Normal Reaction to this Whole Situation™️ || Shook

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@jere-me--oh-my

James nodded with approval, picturing the get up in his mind perfectly.

Even if he highly doubted Jeremy Johnson could pull of the personality necessary for such a roll. He was simply too nice, and James doubted that he would have the heart to crush something like his potential granddaughter's future business endeavors. Whether he was horrified by the idea or not, he seemed like the kind of person that would cheer her on no matter what. Disgusting pickle shakes and all.

It's why Jeremy was, in James' opinion (which was always right, by the way, he was gifted in that sense), a good person.

Hell, he was sitting here, talking about the most absurd shit in the world with some idiot when he could have been doing...literally anything else. That's how nice he was.

"Perfect," he smiled. "Honestly, mate, I think you've a decent pitch here. You get that into a script and you could have Zemeckis or the Wachowski's knocking on your door. Or, hey, you know that Forrester girl, don't you? I'm sure she'd hand it off to someone at Sidney, easy peasy."

On The Mend - JimJams

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@biceps--to-spare

James nodded, though he didn't really expect anyone to show up at their door with stuff. Even people like Gaston, who was a decent enough bloke and who had known his dad in a better light than most other people in this town. As nice as Mr. Smee was to people, James knew what his dad could be like.

And for as much as this town liked to say they were a community who came together to stand behind even their weakest link, people still kicked those they didn't like from the heard.

He smiled, bringing his drink back up to his lips to take a sip, letting that better taste hit his tongue like the statement Gaston had just made. Because, if he knew what James really was he'd know he had already banned him.

"Thanks. I appreciate that," he said once he had swallowed it down. James sighed heavily, then furrowed his brow as he asked, "Can I ask you something?"

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

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@apirateslifefor--smee

"Smee," he warned darkly but it was already too late. The line had gone dead and he harumphed in his seat, snapping the phone shut between his fingers and thumb. A part of him was quite angry with his friend for blatantly disobeying him. This was the part that didn't want to be seen by anyone, who didn't want to try picking up the pieces of himself that had been spilled across the floor after hearing the news.

But the other part of him was very grateful to know that Smee would come anyway. The part that knew, out of anyone who roamed this earth, it was the one man who had already seen Hook at his lowest so it hardly mattered.

Time moved oddly again now that he had nothing to do but sit there. It dragged on and yet it flew by. He had no idea how much of it passed while he remained in that uncomfortable chair. Stay right where you are, Smee had said. It made Hook snort to himself.

Where exactly was it that Mr. Smee thought he was going to go? His son was still in these walls somewhere. Avani was, too, but her fate had already been sealed. He already knew where they would be taking her.

The Beginning Of The End || Jolly Roger