#gary does stuff

[gary-goldstein-law]

Gary, now with new glasses and fully bandaged wounds goes hunting. Not hunting for any kind of game, but for a teenaged boy. Or whatever is left.

Hatchetfield High, the home of the Hatchetfield Nighthawks, and the school of two of Gary’s Nephews. Gary Goldstein gets out of his car, and opens his trunk, pulling out his dented baseball bat, and some rope. He guzzles some pain meds and a whole bottle of water before shutting the trunk and locking his car, turning towards the school.

He was looking for Trevor Lipschitz, and nobody would stop him from getting his nephew back.

@theaterkid-trevor

[gary-goldstein-law]

[Duke knocks on the door a few times, a smile on his face and a notebook in his pocket, ready to speak with the family inside.]

Heya Mr Goldstein, I'm just here to speak with you about a recent event regarding your nephews!

- @duke-keane-80

Gary raises his eyebrows, suspicious of Duke. He scratches at the bandages on his face, leaning against the door frame.

You must have made a lot of these calls recently, hmm?

He's blocking the way in enough that Duke can't easily see around him into his home. He's extra protective right now, on high alert.

[gary-goldstein-law]

Hi Gary

Can I hug you? :3

He nods dumbly, holding his arms out for a hug. He looks sad.

[gary-goldstein-law]

[Daniel knocks twice on Gary's door, his cheeks wet with tears and his hair disheveled and sweaty.]

Uncle Gary? Can I come in? I can't go back to sleep..

- Daniel/Stopwatch

Gary climbs out of bed, and opens his door. He tilts his head and smiles, squinting at his nephew due to his lack of glasses.

"Come on in, kiddo, I'll even give you the good pillows."

He definitly just woke up, but despite how tired he looks, he fixes his bed so that Daniel can snuggle into it with him, actually giving him the good pillows.

[gary-goldstein-law]

(There’s a rhythmic knocking on the door.)

Mr. Goldstein? Please- please let me in. I’m scared.

(@my-sweetest-piano)

Gary opens the door partially, squinting at the fuzzy blob there.

Ivy? Is that you?

[gary-goldstein-law]

[A small, soft knock sounds on Gary bedroom door, as if hesitant to be heard at such a late hour. It’s quiet for a moment before a voice, Richie’s, can quietly be heard in a tone that’s barely above a whisper. Just loud enough to be heard through the door.]

Uncle Gary, are you awake?

[It suddenly feels too much like many moments with the twins growing up, where one would have a nightmare and they’d both seek comfort from their Uncle. Just this time, it’s just Richie, with Daniel still asleep in the room across the hall.]

Gary rolls over, using his hands to guide him off his bed with a painful hiss as his feet hit the floor. He wasn’t asleep, there was no way he would be sleeping with the way that his mind was racing. He opens the door, giving up on squinting to see and just doing his best to focus on the dark blob in his sightline. He looks tired. The scratches on his face have scabbed over, but they tug at his skin when he moves his face.

Hey, Rich. You alright?

[gary-goldstein-law]

Gary Goldstein, Attorney-at-law.

My first post. I am Hatchetfield’s best and ONLY attorney. Yes, I have had to defend both sides of a case before. I am here for legal advice, life advice, or just to talk. Feel free to @ or ask me things.

Admin here, this is my first time rp-ing on tumblr, though I have 4 years of experience. Usually Lit to Semi-Lit, but I’ll match your roleplaying style if I can! I am a queer man (he/it) and open to shipping! ooc will be tagged as #not Gary , and Gary’s tumblr posts will be tagged #Garyposting and #hatchetblr . The roleplaying will be tagged #Gary does stuff . I am open to ships, but no pro-ship stuff! All of my text will be pink. <3

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[gary-goldstein-law]

How have things been with Blair?

Honestly? I've never been happier. I have some plans for her soon, actually. You wouldn't believe how long it took to convince the city to close the park early for an "event" at the gazebo. That was the least expensive part of my surprise for him, though.

Gary rummages around in one of his desk drawers for a moment before pulling out a small jewelry box and showing it to anon before putting it back in it's hiding spot.

No snitching, alright? It's a surprise for a reason.