x -- get to the ocean 'fore i run too low

JAMES HOOK . XXVI ❝I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.❞

[ua-highrp]

“Oh yeah, important matters like getting your coffee, right?” Kuzco snickered.

“Right right, hold your pants.” Kuzco turned back to the cashier and began asking what was new in stock and if he could substitute this and that. It was going to take awhile. 

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

James didn’t think that comment even warranted a response, he simply crossed both arms over his chest and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The sooner he got his coffee, the sooner he could return to the Roger. 

A heavy sigh slipped from between his lips, but otherwise he did not say anything. It was incredibly difficult. His blood was boiling. 

[xogabrielladiaz-blog]

“Everyone always says to talk to your plants, but I often wonder what mine would say back. Would they spill all of my secrets or compliment my dancing?”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

James tried hard to ignore the young woman’s frivolous ramblings but his effort was in vain, he couldn’t concentrate. With a sigh, he closed the book in his lap and turned in his seat to address her. “If you’re only friends are plants I highly doubt your secrets would even be worth spilling.” 

[vintagepales]

[wonderboyhercules]

Hercules couldn’t help it, when he saw someone in need, he just had to help. That’s why, when he saw someone struggling to carry their things to wherever they were headed, he had to offer some assistance. Walking over, he gave them a friendly smile, and motioned towards their haul. “Need a hand?”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

“Excuse me?” James snapped in reply, whirling around to face the other man with his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. Perhaps the man had not realized the sort of e f f e c t his choice of words would have, or maybe he had, James always assumed the worst in people either way. 

[ua-highrp]

“Right, well Mr. I-Don’t-Take-Care-Of-My-Own-Hair,” Kuzco rolled his eyes.

“As you can see, I already stopped talking, so there.”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

“No, I have more i m p o r t a n t matters of which to spend my time on.” He retorted, his good hand balling into a fist. 

“Well done, now how about you order your drink and go on your merry way? Give the rest of us some peace.” 

[unbrokenambition-deactivated201]

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ＳＩＤＥＳ  ＯＦ  ＭＥ        that evenＩ ＨＩＤＥ  ＦＲＯＭ 

[lol-im-a-dreamer]

[as-clever-as-faust]

[ua-highrp]

“Haha! NO- goodbye.” Kuzco dropped their joyous farce and turned off their phone. 

“Sorry about that, oh yeah, where were we? Talking about my luscious hair right?” 

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

“I couldn’t care l e s s about your luscious hair.” James hissed between his clenched jaw. 

“Stop yapping away on your cellphone and order so the rest of us can get our damn coffee.”  

[witchstone]

Celestial Mapping and Celestial Proportions by Tallmadge Doyle

[jxffrey-woods-deactivated201502]

fill out with muse info.

[knightlyxmagic-deactivated20161]

Name: James Hook Alias ( nicknames ): Hook Gender: Male  Age: 26 Date of Birth: January  Spoken Languages: English Romantic Preference: Female Sexual Preference: None  Occupation: Pirate Criminal Record: Yes  Disorders: Mild PTSD  Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown Height: 5″8′ Scars: Yes Overweight: No Underweight: No Color: Blue Food: English Breakfast  Drink: Water Candy: None Had sex: Yes Had sex in public: No Kissed a Boy: Yes Kissed a Girl: Yes Gotten Tattoos: Yes Gotten Piercings: No Smoked / Drank / Done Drugs : Yes/Yes/Yes A Cuddler: No A Kisser: No Scared Easily: Yes Jealous Easily: yes Trustworthy: No Considered Mean: Yes Harmed Themselves: No Thought of Suicide: Yes Attempted Suicide: No Wanted to Kill Someone: Yes Have / Had a Job: Yes Siblings: None Fears: Crocodiles Parents: Bartholomew Hook, Elizabeth Hook

[alchemistpirate-blog]

“One black coffee, coming up,” Zarina nodded, satisfied that at least he was getting a drink. She ignored the apparant grimace, instead focusing on the books. “Research…sounds fun,” she offered a small smile, before going up to the counter to order herself a coke and some pancakes, and his black coffee. “They’ll bring it over to us,” she murmured as she came back. “So what are you researching?”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

He really should have thanked her or at least nodded or something, but he didn’t. He returned his eyes to the open book and began to read again, though it was just a fluke so that she’d be less likely to try and chat. He never could fully concentrate when she was around. “The usual.” He grunted in reply without looking up. He wasn’t even sure what he meant by that but it was the only response he was going to give either way. It wasn’t like she couldn’t look at the book titles and find out for herself. 

[ofoveralls-deactivated20160922]

Brown eyes widened for a second before she sat back in the chair comfortably. Had he been a tad nicer, she would have moved without any question. It might have been fun to make him a little annoyed, too. “No thanks. I won’t make any noise, promise.”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

Without another word James slammed his book shut and started to shove his books into his satchel. There were plenty of venomous thing he could say to her but he didn’t bother wasting his breath. He had quite enough company for one day and while he knew what kind of impression he would make relenting to the young girl so easily, he could not find it in himself to care. 

[rapunzcls-deactivated20180801]

“Well maybe this is my attempt at starting a conversation,” she managed to say, “Look, it’s working, isn’t it?”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

James reluctantly looked up from his book to glare at her, “I’m not interested in having a conversation with you or with anyone else. I thought that reading a book would make that perfectly clear but apparently there are still people who can’t seem to take a hint.” 

[theladydxrling-deactivated20160]

Lady looks over at him before giving a small shrug. She didn’t expect a smile and a hug, but she was still slowly getting used to James’s attitude towards her- and everyone- in general. “Don’t worry, I have my own book to catch up on.” With that, she reached into her bag and pulled out a book, opening to the page she had marked.

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

James didn’t want to be curious about her, but he was and the more he fought it, the more tempting it became. His eyes strayed from the small black text on the page and begrudgingly took a peek at the cover of the book she was reading. It title wasn’t something he ever heard of before but that was to be expected, he hadn’t done much recreational reading in a very long time. Before he could stop himself, words fell out of his mouth. “What is it about?” 

[alohaxoe-blog]

         “I didn’t plan to,” a shoulder rose and fell. Just one in a half shrug while she eyed him. “Don’t worry, next time I talk to you it will just be to get you food or drink if you need or want it. And it’s sort of an obligation I as, since it’s my job. I’m sure you knew that before coming here.” Her eyes went to the book, then back to him “Have fun reading”

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

“Does one ever really plan those sort of things?” James muttered under his breath. He turned to the next page, even though he wasn’t even about what he’d just read. He quirked a brow, but didn’t look up. “You think I came here because y o u work here?” He scoffed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. The few people he did care about weren’t even that sure about how he felt about them, why would he care about where a complete stranger did or did not work. He grunted at her parting words. Research wasn’t about having fun. He never did things for fun. 

[somechoicewaves-deactivated2016]

David knew better than to push the subject. Even though James’ answer left more to be desired, he merely nodded in response. “That’s very uh,…noble of you.” He said, unable to find any other word to describe it. He had a new found respect for James. He might be rude, but at least his knew better than to go back on his word.

He tried not to look surprised when Tramp actually said something helpful, but despite the attempt, a smile spread across his face and it only grew wider when James started to joke around with him. There was significantly less tension in the room now and David a weight lift off his shoulders. He causally leaned back against the counter and sighed, “That all you got, Bennett? I thought you were some kind of smooth ladies man.” He asked, hoping to prompt Tramp to continue. 

[collarfree]

“Oh yeah, I’m a regular Leon Phelps.” Tramp snorts, rolling his dark brown eyes - but he internally cringes at the term. Ladies’ Man. There was a time when he wore the title like a badge of honor, traipsing around from girl to girl, beguiling his way into their hearts with his silver tongue. Lulu. Trixie. Fifi. Juanita Chiquita Chihuahua. But he’d grown tired of the ‘mommy never loved me, daddy didn’t care’ womanizer shtick. 

“Eye contact.” His tone, his face, his body language, all indicating he’s over playing Mr. Miyagi. “You don’t need to challenge her to a staring contest, just don’t go checking out the waitress. Be polite, offer to pay, don’t get carnal on the first date…” He trails off and shrugs, “I mean, It’s not exactly rocket science.” The hard part comes later - when you’re up late at night and you can’t get her out of your head, when you hear a stupid love song on the radio and can relate, when you’re with her and you can’t think about anything else but stealing one kiss. Tramp swallows hard and rakes his fingers through his slick hair. “So, we done here or what?” 

[jamesbartholomew-blog1]

“We’re done here.” James replied with a firm nod of his head. The other man wasn’t being exactly subtle about it. He wanted the conversation over and done with and James wasn’t about to argue with him. He didn’t feel any more at ease about the blind date, but it wasn’t because the information Tramp gave him wasn’t useful, it was just something that happened naturally whenever he went into a new situation. He was a creature of habit and had n e v e r been a fan of being forced out of his comfort zone. The idea of canceling the plans become more and more tempting with each passing moment, but he knew he wouldn’t do it. It would be more p a t h e t i c for him to cancel than it would for him to go on the date and make a complete fool of himself. At least then he could pretend it was because he didn’t care one way or another. 

“You were both surprisingly helpful despite how...” C r u e l. He had been cruel to both of them and even though they had both been a little reluctant at first, they had helped him anyway. He would never apologize for what he done but somewhere deep down inside himself, he did feel sorry for how he’d treated them. He would never like either of them but maybe he didn’t have to continue to d e s p i s e them as much. He turned on his heel and went straight for the door. “I’m sorry for occupying so much of your precious time.” He paused with his good hand on the door handle and heaved a heavy sigh before turning around and meeting each man’s eyes in turn. “Thank you.” He only grunted it and his expression looked anything but thankful, but it was the best that he could do. He could only hope that they realized how sincere he was being at that moment. Then he opened the door and walked out.