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Day 3: Short and Sweet One-Shot - Detention Slips

Name: James Jones IIhas been assigned detention: Work Detention - Before SchoolReason for detention: Shaving beard in classTeacher Signature: Mrs. May

Name: James Jones IIhas been assigned detention: Silent Detention - After SchoolReason for detention: When a student was leaving class for a doctor’s appointment Mr. Jones stood up and did the Hunger Games salute and whistle. Not only was this disruptive to my class but it also took place after the shared Hunger Games Dream our town had, adding to how inappropriate this was.Teacher Signature: Mr. Yates

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Work Detention -After School Reason for detention: Found Mr. Jones in the hallway during lunch period using a book (the Bible) to touch to Mr. Martinez’s head while saying, “The power of Christ compels you!” When asked why they were doing this, Mr. Jones tried to inform me that Mr. Martinez had drank some of the water from the recent demon storm and they wanted to be sure he was not possessed. Teacher Signature: Mrs. May

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Work Detention - After School Reason for detention: Distracting other students with memes during class. Teacher Signature: Ms, Darbus 

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Silent Detention - During School Reason for detention: When asked why everyone did so poorly on a recent pop quiz Mr. Jones told me, “That shit was too hard.” Teacher Signature: Mr. Harp

Name: James Jones IIhas been assigned detention: Work Detention - After SchoolReason for detention: Found Mr. Jones and co. playing a card came instead of doing the group work assignment.Teacher Signature: Mr. Yates

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Work Detention - After School Reason for detention: Improper usage of computer time. When Mr. Jones was finished with his work he took a laptop (without permission) and was found playing video games. Other students followed his behavior. When I asked everyone to do something school related, Mr. Jones refused, saying that he had done his work and his free time was his. Showed blatant disregard for my authority. Teacher Signature: Mrs. May Note: Please contact parent/guardian 

Name: James Jones IIhas been assigned detention: Work Detention - Before SchoolReason for detention: Mr. Jones got up and ran out of class. Came back at the end, when asked why he left so abruptly his excuse was, “Stomach troubles.” Clearly he had left the school since he had a bag from Moon Market with him. Teacher Signature: Mr. Benchman

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Lunch Detention Reason for detention: Made a tower of pretzel sticks. I told him to stop and he took it down. When I came back to the classroom I found Mr. Jones had gotten other students food to create a miniature out of on his desk. Teacher Signature: Mrs. May

Name: James Jones II has been assigned detention: Work Detention - During School Reason for detention: I found Mr. Jones walking out of the janitor’s closet with a roll of paper towels. I asked to check his bag for other stolen supplies which he refused to do. Teacher Signature: Mrs. May Note: Please contact parent/guardian

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@apirateslifefor--smee

James' eyes lit up at the sight of the phone, thought it had been lost along the way. Be it from when they were cutting his trousers off of him for surgery, when they were hauling him up into the ambulance, when Mr. Smee'd had to bring him ashore, or–

Or when he'd been hanging over the edge of the Jolly Roger.

He wasn't the sort of person who backed up his phone or saved his photos anywhere. So if the phone had sunk to the bottom of the ocean, all the things stored away in it would be there, too. All the photos of Squeaky. His folder of memes. The notes app filled to the brim with random thoughts that would come to mind, grocery lists he'd forget to delete.

Voice mails and his text conversation with his father.

"Couldn't forget it if I wanted to," he replied, like he always did when Mr. Smee would ask him that question. Though it was only said with half the sarcasm he usually put into it, the rest just sounded...tired.

"Thank you," James added. "For everything."

Déjà Vu || Jolly Roger II

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@jere-me--oh-my

James' eyes widened, hand raising so he could tap his finger to his temple a few times before pointing to Johnson. Aaahh! Now he was getting somewhere!

"And you from now, actually having given it to her without protest," he shook his head with the fake disappointment. "Well, I guess depending what version of time travel you believe in, you could potentially put a stop to this. You've just gotta remember when you get older and you've got your granddaughter sitting in front of you, both of you with your plates of disappointment, and she asks, you'll have an actual answer for her. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise, you can still save her from ingesting that grotesque wombo combo."

On The Mend - JimJams

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@pall0r-mortis

James rolled his eyes at this answer, letting his head fall back so he was groaning loud and dramatically at the sky. He was still being given the run around here. It was like talking to a brick wall except worse because this one could talk back. So, really, it was like talking to one of those annoying doors in books that made the protagonist answer miles of riddles before they opened up. Like those fuckers in Labyrinth that talked Jennifer Connelly around in circles.

He sat back up at the feeling of something touching his arm and peered down at the dog. His hand lifted, palm out for Scud to sniff, and when he seemed to be given approval, James reached up to gently pet the dog's head. Then, as this seemed to go over well, he put a bit more strength into it, scratching behind his ears, leaning so he could smooth a hand down the fur of his neck and back.

As the other person kept talking James turned to look up at them again, brows creased upward as he listened. And, yeah, alright, he did have to snort at overlord of the HOA. Thinking this person was annoying and thinking they were a wee bit funny could exist at the same time.

"She's just doing her job," he said, feeling a bit bad that he was out here petting another dog while Squeaky watched from behind glass. "But you didn't say I was bored, you pointed to your house and suggested I find out whether or not your dog would like me just showing up there, after you'd said he would eat my chair."

James looked down to the dog in question, who he was still petting.

"And I'll have you know I'm an absolute delight at parties, thank you very much!"

Lost Boys || Shook

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@plutothe-pup

He frowned at first then his expression opened up as Young convinced him. That would make sense, wouldn't it? Hatter's sold those mugs that kept your drink at the right temperature, which were life savers sometimes! Easily distracted, James would often forget the cup of tea he'd made for himself when he got home from work, only to find it a few hours later, still hot. Who was to say other places around Swynlake didn't implement the same practices?

James got a spoon from the bag, giving the soup a stir for no other reason than to look at the contents that the spoon forced above the surface.

He snorted at the image Young was painting, glancing up from the food with this new piece of information. It made sense, he supposed. James also had no need for fame or to be known by others on a grand scale, but he had once thought it would be nice to make music that people listened to and enjoyed. They wouldn't know his face, but they could hum something he had made.

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?" James asked because you didn't stick a do not press button in front of him and expect him not to slam his palm down upon it.

Turbulence || Captain Barkossa

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@apirateslifefor--smee

James gave a firm nod as Mr. Smee waved the white flag of surrender, as if to say, Yes. You will! like he was taking all the credit for this when they both knew Mr. Smee held all the power on the decision in the end.

A smile caught a corner of his lips, he quickly tried to hide it by squishing his mouth to that side. He sniffed, managing to regain a look of seriousness.

"Hmm, no. You could easily fish one of those out of the rubbish bin," he shook his head, sitting back against the squidgy hospital pillows. A hand, slightly delayed due to the amount of tubes attached to it, moved to rub the underside of his jaw. The rough beginnings of a beard met the pads of his fingers since he hadn't had the chance to shave and had been planning on growing it out when they went to sea.

"I'm afraid you'll have to take a picture of your plate. A before and after," James finally decided upon. "I dunno where my phone is at the moment but you can show it to me when you come back. With the kettle."

Déjà Vu || Jolly Roger II

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@jere-me--oh-my

James shook his head slowly, eyes slightly unfocused as he continued to picture what it was like to go through life like that woman. Or worse yet, as Johnson! Or people like Johnson, who worked not only in customer service, but in the food industry! James could scoff at people's music tastes all the live long day, but he didn't have to cater to their whims, or listen to it as they did when they took their music home from Scat Cats.

He blinked, brows furrowing as he refocused on what Jeremy was saying. Then he was nodding along, expression opening up to this new possibility of who this stranger had been.

"You're right. Completely right," he said, quite serious as this was a serious thought to theorize upon. "If Star Trek got it right, then replicated food is fine but has no variation. Oh, that's a bit heart breaking then. To think she's going around, eating a bunch of shit before going back instead of actually anything good. Did she give her name?"

On The Mend - JimJams

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@biceps--to-spare

James looked up to frown because– what? Good? This was the opposite of good! This was– his fucking leg had gotten bitten by a massive magical prehistoric monster and Gaston thought it made him–?

After another moment of assessing the other man, watching him raise his glass and smile that leading-man smile, it occurred to James that Gaston had not gotten the right translation. Well that was a relief. He should have known, honestly. Gaston had never been too much of a jerk to James himself but he had noticed he was a bit of a ditz. Some of James' jokes going right over his pretty little head.

"Right, yeah..." he said, trying to shake off the bad mood that had made an appearance. "Might be awhile. Since...you know, since they used to come here together. I'm sure he wouldn't mind seeing you, though. If you ever want to pop in."

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

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@jere-me--oh-my

Yes, James had heard of it. He'd witnessed it plenty of times when he and his friends had gone to the diner. He had even been convinced to try it himself by said friends. And he found it absolutely vile. He wasn't big on the mixing of sweet with savory. Ketchup was one thing, but the sugar of a milkshake on top of the salty fat of a fry just did not taste good to him. It also changed the texture too drastically for him to get behind.

Which meant the climax of this story had his stomach turning over. He buried his face in his hands again.

"Oh my fucking god," he groaned, muffled behind his palms. James let his hands fall heavily into his lap, eyes blinking wide at the other boy before he let out a disbelieving bark of laughter. "Awful! That's– oh my god. Usually I'm of the mind to live and let live, but that can't be normal. Are we sure she was human? Not some alien experiencing their first day on earth?"

On The Mend - JimJams

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@pall0r-mortis

"Okay, what the fuck is this?" James asked, feeling like something was getting lost in translation here. They weren't really talking about Scud and Squeaky now, were they?

Because if they were and Squeaky was still being threatened, James was ready to run this person's shoes over with his wheelchair.

"I know you're not from the Addam's family. At least Wednesday doesn't beat around the bush when she's threatening someone," he scoffed. Though it made more sense as to why this person spoke the way they did. Probably led a very horrible, morbid little life that they wished to spread around to others because they didn't know how to deal with their emotions or whatever.

It's how all these bully types went. Hurt people hurt people, blah blah blah. There had been a few here and there in school that he had tested, sometimes to the point of getting into a fight, but nothing more than a school yard rumble. James could offer some sympathy to them, knowing parents and life could suck, but there was only so much one could take of the repetitive douche-baggery.

Or maybe this one was just a real pain in the ass for no other reason than that they were bored.

But it did feel and sound like he had just been invited to pick a fight. Which– was he supposed to feel better or worse that the stranger had decided to go after someone in a wheelchair?

"What do you want? Because if you're here to pass the time then go bother someone else. I'm not in the mood."

Lost Boys || Shook

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@madmagicmim

"Alright," James said and obnoxiously lifted his arm to keep an eye on his watch, keeping a timer on those promised two minutes. It was one of those bright plastic crappy ones, something he had gotten out of a cereal box ages ago. It had sat on his wrist among the other bracelets that hadn't been cut off of him by the hospital, and had been good to him over the years, only needing its batteries changes twice. He had only started wearing it because his dad had kept that pocket watch, and every time he would take it out to check it, James would turn his wrist over to check his very own watch, too.

Now it was just something he always wore. Apart of the James Jones the II Starter Pack.

He turned in the chair to watch her, as best as he could at his angle. Only when it started to move on its own accord he turned around, pressing his spine into the seat back, hands holding onto the arm rests. After everything settled and Mim spoke again, he smiled, letting out a little airy laugh of awe.

He knew he wasn't supposed to think magic was cool or whatever, but come on! Jamed reached forward to touch the controls, easy peasy. Then he knocked his fist gentle against her arm. "Brilliant! Thanks, mate." A beat. Okay, enough corny shit. He tapped the button on Quester's controls to join the game. "Let's do this."

1cc || Maim

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@vixey-chakraborty

"What do you mean? I'm still sitting," he tried to reason, even though he knew it was a losing battle. That had never stopped him before.

James had no problem admitting defeat or that he was wrong. He had seen and absolutely hated the way his dad was never able to just confess to something like that. The man had gone to court, been convicted by a judge, and still hadn't been able to accept he had been in the wrong. As much as he may have respected some aspect of it, James never wanted to be that level of delulu.

But he didn't think this was that serious. And clearly Vixey– sorry. Nope. Clearly, Nurse Chakraborty knew he that James knew he wasn;t supposed to be out and about.

"I just...couldn't be in there anymore," he found himself admitting, voice quieter. James didn't think she was the sort to make fun of him for actually Expressing An Emotion. "I'm sorry. I didn't get you in trouble, did I?"

Graveyard Shift || Pirate Fox

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@apirateslifefor--smee

Something twinged between his ribs at hearing Mr. Smee refer to him as son. It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before but– it stuck out now that both his parents were dead and the thought that he had been stripped of that label had plagued him since waking up.

But apparently not. Not while Mr. Smee was still under the impression that James was worth caring about, worth sticking around here for.

It made him double down on this instead of just relenting, letting Mr. Smee have the final say.

"Well, too bad! If you get to worry about me, I get to worry about you," he argued, now unwilling to let it go. Another thing he had in common with his dad that he hardly realized.

Even though James Jones Senior would never have used it to demonstrate such a blatant display of affection. "And if I'm going to focus on getting better then that means I can't have anything distracting me from that. Like you, getting food."

Déjà Vu || Jolly Roger II

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@jere-me--oh-my

James frowned in disgust, shaking his head. He raised his hands in mock surrender as Jeremy repeated himself. Didn't have to tell James twice, he loathed mint. It was vile to him, to the point where he had the cinnamon flavored toothpaste instead. Also because, well, it was just better to him in general. Why brush with anything else?

He didn't know how it could get any worse. But then came the addition of coconut and he let out a quiet, "Nooooo," fingers coming up to cover his mouth. He shook his head, imagining Johnson having to stand over this disgusting cup and smell it. James just knew it couldn't have smelled very good.

"There's more? Christ, mate, this story has more stops than the M25," he asked, bringing his hands further up to cover his eyes, like this would do anything to block out the mental visual that had been playing in his mind. After a moment to compose himself he moved his hands. "Well go on then, put me out of my misery."

On The Mend - JimJams

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@madmagicmim

James stared at her for a good long while before his brain connected the dots.

"Oh my god," he said as soon as he did, turning away to shove his forefinger and thumb against his shut eyes. James laughed to himself before looking back up at her. "Sorry, I thought you meant– shit, I don't know what I thought you meant."

Yes he did, but telling her, I thought you were going to suggest holding me like those Showing My Dog Places They've Never Seen Before videos, felt very stupid.

"But yeah!" he nodded, lifting his hands and letting them fall back on the armrests of the chair. "Yeah, hard be it from me to stilt your creativity."

1cc || Maim

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@biceps--to-spare

James smiled, though there was skepticism laced within it because...seriously? He wasn't the least bit worried that someone was going to do something in retaliation? Hadn't this place been filled with woodland creatures at one point or had he hallucinated that happening? That was the kind of confidence that James found both admirable and all too sad, knowing that one day someone was just going to stick a pin in it, popping the bubble.

He averted his eyes again, looking down at his drink, as Gaston brought up Mr. Smee. He blew out a long breath, lips trilling.

What a question! Tough one to answer because James didn't know what to say. He could be blunt and ridiculous about himself all the live long day, but about Mr. Smee? It didn't feel right. Not when James had been the one responsible for costing the man his best friend.

And, admittedly, it probably wasn't something to discuss with anyone else. Even if Gaston was Mr. Smee's mate.

"Dunno really. He's keeping busy. Well, I'm keeping him busy what with the–" he gestured down to his leg, or lack there of, and the chair, to finish that sentence.

A Toast to A Legend # [Haston Junior]

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@laurette-moi

Of course she hadn't. Rare was it that anyone ever got his references. And yet, he still made them in the hopes that one day someone would.

James' face pinched as he looked at the piece of fabric, because he had no earthly idea what the proper term for it would be, and didn't move to take it. Both because he doubted it wouldn't be very effective as a towel and because who knew what had touched it. "Er, no thanks. I'm alright."

Her next words didn't do much to make him feel any more comfortable. She was glad he was stranded here, huh? Weird thing to say. He hoped she just lacked tact and he wasn't about to end up on one of those cold case shows.

He glanced down at her hand, skeptical. Not because he didn't think she would be able to see all of those things but because he didn't think he wanted to know about those things. Or if he wanted her to know. For instance, what if she could feel that he was a Medium? Or saw him become a hunter?

But he had said he would, so. Kinda backed himself into this corner.

James looked back up at her face and sighed, lifting his hand to plop it into hers.

A Glimpse into the Future || Open