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James Goldstein
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With a deep sigh he shook his head, taking the pig. "Ya had good intentions kid. You were hopin' to make me laugh, an' I do appreciate the fact ya thought of me at all. I'm just...haven' a time right now."
Setting down the statue, James clapped Noah on the knee. "It was a misunderstanding, s'all. Shouldn' have gotten so mad about it." It was this fucking withdrawal. He could tell his temper was flaring up at the littlest thing and he hated it.
"I know. I don't blame you." When they were sat, Noah glanced over with a sad smile then pulled the pig out of his bag, passing it over to James. "In hindsight, I feel really stupid." Looking at the little pig now, it was plenty obvious what exactly it was made out of.
"I'll let you collect 'em. Just bring them by my place when you have them all and I'll see what I can do." Maybe all the tinkering he'd done over the years was finally going to be worth something. "I know you wouldn't... Glad you're still willing when you thought I was a son of a bitch two seconds ago."
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Though he took the pig from Ty, he frowned at how broken up the kid looked. "At least lemme pay ya back? I promised to give ya double for the pig." With some effort he pulled out his wallet and offered up the 20 ration cards to his coworker, expression earnest.
“Oh no, really?” Ty looked down at the pig in dismay. He hesitated before holding the sculpture out to James. “Geez, I’m sorry man. I had no idea.” He could find another cute gift for Parker, probably. He knew he couldn’t keep it; that would be wrong and against the Scout’s code.
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"Didn' take ya for a partier," he teased, nudging Clara slightly. James sighed, nodding in understanding. "Shit must be genetic. Sorry kid, looks like I gave ya all the bad shit. But hey, we can both work on takin' more time for ourselves. Keep each other honest, yeah?"
After some contemplation he set aside the pigs so he could fully turn to his daughter. That was as good of a transition as he was probably going to get. "Actually, speakin' of which. I got asked to do bit of a...side project. An' there's somethin' I wanted to talk to you about, professionally. Is that alright with ya?"
Clara kept her eyebrows furrowed before taking a deep breath. She would circle back to the pigs when the time was right. "Honestly, there's not much to hear about," she replied with a shrug. "I'm going to the ball with Jamie later, which marks the second time in the past decade that I'm actually wearing a dress to an event." She grinned. "I am... Feeling a little antsy, I guess. It feels weird not to work during a town event. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful to the people who are covering for me, but..." She trailed off as she tried to find the right words. "It's hard for me to turn off the part of my brain that's always waiting for disaster to strike. Working usually helps keep that at bay."
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14. 14 god damn motherfucking medals. "Look kid, can ya give me a description of everyone that bought these pigs?" Turning the statue around, it looked like two medals per pig. Fucking great. He had to find six other people. "It's real important I find where they went."
"Uh...," Beto's brow furrowed and he crossed his arms over his chest, unsure what the sudden interest in the materials was. "Like 14 something I guess, Autie Em's is pretty good for getting metal if you needed some for a project."
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He thinned his lips and nodded. God he really hoped the cops could find that Lori chick. Else he might have to get a new cane. James shrugged, chuckling himself. "Bah, you've had a lot goin' on man, I get it. Why'd you give a fuck about what's goin' on in my life?" he teased, nudging Tricky some.
"I wouldn' be surprised if there's some bullshit magic goin' on. Hard to be surprised by much these days." To lighten the mood he added, "but hey, maybe we should get matchin' jackets or some shit. 'Accidental Dad Club' or something."
"Shit - that sucks." He didn't want to scold James for forgetting it - or whatever exactly the circumstances were, so he kept it at that. "Really? I guess I missed that memo," he chuckled a little, shaking his head. "It really is - or there's just something about this town that makes it feel that way. I wouldn't put it past whatever force is keeping us here." He let out an irritable sigh. "But... thanks. It's an awkward club, but at least we're all in it together, right?"
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He sighed and looked down at his empty drink once more. God he really wanted a drink. "Remember when I told ya I got robbed? Found some of my shit today. 30 years worth'a police medals, melded into fuckin' pig statues." James shook his head, still feeling the frustration and hurt over the whole ordeal.
“Yeah, that sounds like what I should do too,” Drew shrugged. “I always think hey, maybe this one won’t be torture, but it always is. What happened to ruin your day already?”
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"Young woman went missin' right around the time of that big storm twelve years ago. Had a long history of domestic violence with her on-and-off boyfriend of the time and was three or four months pregnant at the time of disappearance. She mighta just got lucky an' got the hell outta dodge while she still could, but knowin' cases like this the boyfriend's got a lot stacked against him. So, don' suppose yer department has cadaver dogs? I know it's a small town an' all."
James blinked in surprise at Morgan's other questions. "Uh yeah, that's me." He shook his head at the mention of the clinic. "They gave me crutches back when the injury first happened. But had to eventually give 'em back. You don' wanna use basic ass crutches too long, it'll fuck up yer shoulders. Had a cane but uh, it got stolen a couple weeks ago. Filed a theft report with yer department first thing."
“Yeah, I don’t see a problem with that,” Morgan nodded, then took notice of his limp. “What do you know about the case so far?” she began, but then took a moment to clarify. “Sorry, are you Beau’s friend? Sawyer mentioned one whose leg was injured and you kind of fit the bill. Did the clinic not give you something to help for support?”
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He shook his head, sighing. Knowing his luck the scene Mallory created was going to end up in the paper, maybe even front page. Sitting down, James grimaced not only in pain, but from the question as well. He was tempted to tell Emi that no, she really didn't want to know, but that didn't seem right.
James stared down at the cup of water, trying to figure out how to word things. It was harder, now knowing what he knew and that he was still trying to figure out his own feelings. With some effort he forced himself to look Emi in the eyes. "A couple weeks ago we...met at the bar. Hit things off an' she...suggested goin' back to my place. It was only meant to be somethin' casual. Woke up the next mornin' to my watch, ration cards, box of mementos, an' my fuckin' cane missing. It was probably all a set up to begin with." James certainly learned his lesson from the entire ordeal.
Mallory nodded and ripped her dress out from under Emi's foot. Emi shrugged and watched as the woman bolted from the dance hall. "Well if she was trying to lay low she certainly did a bad job of it...." Emi laughed. She furrowed her brows at James "Anytime Goldstein" she joked back to him with a smile.
"do I....even want to know?" She questioned scrunching her face up a little. "I mean...Elijah told me you're things got stolen but You're not one to let anyone get the jump on you..." She reached for his hand and pulled him over to a table before grabbing some water for them. "I'm assuming there was more than just that."
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He blinked in surprise, not the answer he was expecting. Hell, James wasn't entirely sure he heard Mylene right. "CPS never came knockin'? Fuck kid, I'm sorry." At her own question he shook his head. "Well, my fuckin' cane for one. Bitch," he scoffed, still clearly mad about that one. "My watch, ration cards, box of mementos. It was full of old newspaper clippings, photos, that kinda thing. Also had all the medals I was awarded as a cop, but she wasted no god damn time in pawnin' that off."
Mylene nodded hearing he'd also made a police report, that was good. She looked down and shrugged at his question. "As long as I've known her, yes. She kept me locked up in our apartment the first 18 years of my life. I never saw the outside world until I escaped and found myself here. Honestly, this town is an improvement," she sighed. "What did she take from you? Maybe I can help retrieve it?"
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James brows furrowed at the question. Like where on his body or what location was he in when he was shot? Going with the most likely of the two, he sighed before obliging. "Shoulder, leg, an' twice in the side. All different times. Happy?"
"Where'd you get shot?" Maverick asked, as he fiddled with the pig in his pocket.
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He looked down at Beverly with a brow raised, waiting for her to explain what this was all about. As she finally got to the point James couldn't help. "Hold up. You asked me to dance just to bum a cigarette? That's it? You coulda just said so," he chuckled as he shook his head. "Yeah, got a pack on me. We can go outside whenever."
Beverly was still plenty nervous around James. Especially since Elijah could easily see them now and she wanted to leave a good impression. He definitely wasn’t dancing badly to her either. Reminded her of her brothers. Just a nice and easy sway. “I don’t know how much Elijah has told you about my little bucket list of things I wanna do— he might not have said anything at all— but I was kinda sheltered growing up…” She glanced away, having explained this a couple of times but every time feeling a little easier? Maybe? “…A lot sheltered really… Anyway, one of the items on that list had me thinking… You wouldn’t happen to have cigarettes on you, huh?”
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Fuck could he relate to being 'sore.' He wanted to drink so fucking bad, if only to numb the pain he was feeling. As Spencer once again apologized James shrugged. "It was my own damn fault. Certainly learned my lesson from it all." Glancing over at the kid, he set the pig down in his lap and held out his hand. "Name's James."
"hm? oh yeah i'm just sore is all i'll be fine." spencer said with a smile. they sat back down on the bench next to him and rubbed at their side gently, glancing at the other. "well then i'm sorry they were stolen," apologizing was in their default setting, they couldn't help it.
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James gave a half shrug at the question. No surprise if he'd started to be the talk around the precinct. He took a leave of absence without warning to anyone but the chief and immediately skipped town. "Yeah uh, long story short, my sister ended up in this shitshow. The hell're you doin' here?"
this place was a goddamn nightmare and people were being so casual about it all. they were so casual, they were having a ball. he was encouraged to go to meet new people by the person he'd met when he was set up in his new home, and while he still felt weird about it, he went. dumbfounded at the event he walked into, dacre made his way through the event and turned when he heard his name called "goldstein? holy shit, this is where you've been?"
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The older man let out a tired sigh as he was given the pig. "Look man, any other day I'd love to banter with ya. Just....thank you." Finally he was able to flash Jordan a smile, albeit a strained one. "I can do that. Hell, I'll even get ya a drink too. I really do owe ya one."
jordan looked between the pig and james and let out a sigh before holding it out. "you make it no fun to fuck with you, you know that?" it was the fact he said it was stolen which made him feel more inclined to give it back. "forget payment, next lunch is on you though then we'll call it an even trade."
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"I know you'll be a great mom," he said softly, having no doubt in the world. James stiffened at the question. "Uh, I dunno if that'd be a good idea Em. I'll just...look at 'im." He was worried enough holding Frankie James as was. What if he dropped him? Moved wrong and broke one of those small, fragile bones, or worse. That was a fear on a good day, but now that he was going through withdrawal shakes? James was scared shitless of harming his nephew.
em smiled the moment she saw james and was going to walk over to him but stopped when she noticed he wasn’t using his cane. why? she snapped out of that thought when he’d already gotten up to her. “it’s new and.. exciting. exhausting but exciting.” she admitted with a smile, she wanted to ask about the cane so eased into it by asking, “do you want to hold him?” instead.
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"Bring it to the Ranger HQ. I don' want ya anywhere near my apartment again." James looked up to Emi and nodded. "Let her go. Not like she can skip town. If I don' get my shit back I'm huntin' yer sorry ass down, got it?" he growled out.
With a bit of effort James stood back up straight, crossing his arms over his chest as he scowled at Mallory. Once she was gone, he turned back to Emi, expression softening. "Fast thinkin' there Atkins." His tone reflected just how impressed he really was. "I appreciate the help, really."
Mallory sighed wiping the fake tears from her cheeks "A- f-Friend of mine has it. I get it back to you first thing In the morning" she hadn't mentioned it was Cai or that it would cost her a pint, not if alcohol if anything to get the shit back. she groaned shoving him away from her "you've made your point, get this bitch off me and my dress...!"
Emi's arms crossed as she looked down to James "What do you want to do..I've got all night but um.... She might actually rip the dress to get away"
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He let out a long exhale as he patted the hand on his arm. "I'll eventually be able to laugh 'bout all this. Just. Too fresh." As they sat James had to bite back a groan. Not having a cane for so long was really starting to take its toll.
James gave Noah a small smile. "Eh, worth a try. At this point I don' think it matters if it gets more fucked." He ran a hand along his face, needing a moment to compose himself. "After I find all these fuckin' pigs, I planned on talkin' to Clara. Just...wanted you to know I haven' forgotten."
Noah immediately shook his head. "No, you're fine. I swear, James. I'd be pissed at me too." He set his hand on his arm. Right now, he just wasn't sure if James really wanted to see what became of his awards. "You've been through a ton lately... I wouldn't be surprised if a bunch of pigs was the last straw." Nodding toward one of the benches, he pulled James over to sit at one with him. "I mean it when I say I'll help you fix them. I do it a lot. This is a little different, sure, but I can."
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