#chat:jim

[freedombrawler]

"Nope." steve admitted. Suddenly a feminine voice came from the device and he started rapidly pressing a different button, trying to get it to go away. "--why does everything talk now?"

"Tell me about it." He said looking at the hologram somewhat impressed Steve turned it on. "You didn't do that on purpose, did you?"

[scamperoo]

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No matter what his uncle tried to say, Scamp wasn't missing Angelica's party. This was their first occasion dating again, and it was her birthday, of all days in the year. Despite only getting his stitches out a few days prior, Scamp was hellbent on attending. It didn't help his uncle's case that there were few people on the planet who he took less seriously than Jim Deare. "You wanna be the one to drive up to her house and tell her I'm not coming to her birthday?" he countered, raising a brow as his arms folded over his chest. Dodger would be pulling up in a bit, and he would be getting in the car. "I'm fine. I don't think you've ever been shot, have you, uncle Jim? No? So, how would you know how I'm feeling? I just got my stitches out. That means I'm basically healed." In fact, Scamp had no idea if he was supposed to be going to this (or drinking at it), but he doubted Jim knew any better.

[punzgothel]

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Although she’d fixated on the lanterns outside of her window for so long as a child, she had come to learn that there were other things that made the sky look just as beautiful, one of which included fireworks. She’d never seen anything like it, the way that they burst in the sky like they were blossoming, then fading away. With Jim’s sense of adventure taking over, he had insisted that they go to his favorite spot to go watch them, at the top of a small mountain that had been a pretty silent hike to get there. Though Rapunzel knew what she had to say, she had no idea how to form the words.

Rapunzel couldn’t help but stare in awe, her gaze focused on the spectacle in front of her. She had never seen them from so high up before, watching as they burst and rained light on the entire city at the bottom. “Thank you for this,” she said as the show ended, looking back at him for the first time, though his gaze was already fixated on her. “Thank you for all of it, the adventure.” She paused, digging her feet into the dirt in attempt to ground herself for what was coming next. “But you know we can’t .... follow anything but the fireworks. She’s--they’re not engaged anymore,” Rapunzel mumbled, thinking of Anna and how she had sacrificed the seemingly perfect man for the one beside her.

[lucifermalak]

Evil Detention-The evil bros (Jim and Lucifer)

Wake up, Jim.

I see they got you too. Something stupid as well?

[punzgothel]

starboyjim·:

“I was trying to take in some of the air!” Jim protested, standing up to pat the leaves off his pants. He shook his head in dismay as he thought he’d be having some alone time to confront his feelings when the other person suddenly introduced themselves. “You’re THE Rapunzel?” He pointed out, surprised to make her acquaintance in the forest. He had heard her name countless times from people around him, that he was starting to have an idealized image of her in his head. The truth wasn’t far from what he expected. She’s got kind eyes that match the green from the grass, her hair is of great contrast to the warmth of her face.

Before he could even say another word, she slammed an assumption at him that partly offended him. “Do I look like a ruffian to you?” Jim’s eyes widened, surprised that someone could even consider him as such. Sure, he was partly a pirate, but he still behaves in a manner acceptable to society. Did he allow himself to be so unkempt that he was an acceptable ruffian in her eyes? “No, absolutely not.” Jim shook his head, fixing the collar of his jacket in futile attempt to look presentable. “I’m Jim Hawkins. Definitely not a ruffian. ”

The stranger knew who she was, and it made Rapunzel’s eyes widen in fear for a moment. How the heck did he find her? Did her mother send someone to go looking for her? It took everything in her to not turn to run away, but she was frozen in shock, her feet stuck like cement in the grass. This was everything she’d feared since she left the tower and more, the very thing that Flynn and Cassandra sought to protect her from. Her breath quickened, and she feared that this would be the end of life as she knew it, right here in the forest.

Until she heard his name. Rapunzel let out her breath, nearly falling over until she placed a hand on Jim’s shoulder. “Oh, my goodness gracious, you’re Jim? Like, you know Anna Arendelle Jim? Holy cannoli, no, you’re definitely not a ruffian,” she agreed. She could definitely see how Anna had grown such a crush on the guy in front of her. He was cute, in a boyish way, while Flynn and Eugene were men. “I’m so sorry for startling you, it’s quite nice to meet you, actually. I’ve heard about you. Only good things, I promise.”

[punzgothel]

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He was right, and it was exactly what Cass and Flynn had been trying to tell her since she was trying to get over Kit. The only thing she had for herself was her name, though even that was at risk, now having someone investigate whether her mother was looking for her or not. “Thanks. I’m glad someone thinks so,” she said with a sad smile. The idea of marriage had been so perfected for her through books and films, though she hadn’t even seen it in reality before. Watching as he tore apart a napkin and fashioned it into a paper ring, Rapunzel couldn’t help but begin to laugh, holding out her left hand to accept his fake proposal. “My knight in shining armor,” she gushed playfully, wiping away a fake tear on her face. Though she wasn’t sure she ever wanted more than this semblance of a proposal and napkin ring, the gesture was still sweet, especially on top of the night they’d had. “For what it’s worth,” she echoed, “I think you deserve someone who wouldn’t make you their second choice. You deserve to be first.”

[punzgothel]

starboyjim​:

“I understand. It’s like having parents at home.” He stated nonchalantly. “I like my mother but she does get a bit prickly.” Jim chuckled, putting the bottle back on his lips. He wondered what kind of life Rapunzel led if she willingly agreed to be roommates with such a peculiar group. Though it piqued his interest, it simply wasn’t a conversation he’d like to lead for now. “Odd, odd, Rapunzel. You’re a question. That’s what you are.” He listened intently as she spoke more. Jim was keen on getting to know her. Though Rapunzel was an open book, the rules that govern her mind are unlike those of the others. He leaned in, tilting his head as he gazed at her with intensity. Jim wanted some answers to the trivialities of her unusual ways. “Tell me, what are your dreams?” The best question to know a person’s heart. “What do you aspire to be, aside from a terrific painter, which you already are. What makes you tick? What rushes your soul?” He wasn’t usually forward, but the alcohol in him wasted no time in shallow waters. She was his muse for tonight, and the time is ticking.

“Oh, Rapunzel, surely there’s much more than that.” He shrugged his shoulders, his eyes going back to stare at the far horizon. Jim always considered that he was into redheads after his massive crush on Anna. Nonetheless, he began to realize that the color of their hair never truly mattered. He liked a woman according to the melody of their own souls and whether she had the ability to dance to his tune. “What makes your cheeks burn? Your chest ache? Rapunzel, I want to know what makes you grit your teeth. I want to know you.” He asked, passing the bottle back to her. Jim knew he was the worst man to be with someone like Rapunzel, who had eyes full of wonder. From the stars, he wished for a world different than his own, and yet there she was, happy to have lived where simple green grass had grown. “Don’t worry about me. I haven’t felt cold in a long time.” There is nothing more cold than the heart that has grown numb from the alcohol and mundane people that have crossed his path. Jim was blind to his destination, hoping his feet would get him somewhere if he only kept moving. “You’re the closest warmth I have ever felt so far.”

Rapunzel narrowed her eyes at his endless string of questions. She could ask the same of him, for all of it. If she was a question, he wanted answers. The issue was, she wasn’t sure how much to give him. He would take more than a mile, but Rapunzel wasn’t sure if she should give him much more than an inch. Were these questions that he even wanted the answer to? “I don’t ... are you always this inquisitive?” she asked, leaning back a bit with a sheepish laugh. She couldn’t help but smile a bit: no one else had ever wanted to know her this deeply before, not even Flynn had asked her these questions. “I don’t know, I had a lot of dreams, back when I lived with my mother, and now that I’m here, I--my dreams have come true. It’s time that I find new dreams, I guess.” It was the truth: Rapunzel wasn’t sure what to think of dreaming now that all of hers had come true.

Taking the bottle from his hands, she took a long sip as she pondered his next questions. There was a lot more than that, he was right, but she needed more liquid courage to get there. “I could ask the same of you, you know. All I know about you is that you liked, or maybe loved, I’m not sure, Anna, and now we’re here, on a bench. What kind of dreams do you have?” Suddenly, she felt warm, too, with his face closer to hers than it had been before, but maybe it was just the wine. Rapunzel couldn’t really tell. It could’ve been the thought of having to answer his questions, too, for him to see a side of her no one else had. “I guess, after Kit, all I really want is someone who dreams of me, too.”