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try one | sarah essen & james gordon
James crossed his arms and glances at his son, none of them was in the position to ask for a calm conversation, the father was just as angry as the kid. “Look at me, James Gordon” he ordered and grabbed his arm for a brief second, making sure he had to follow his orders. It was driving him crazy, the commissioner was respected and obeyed everywhere except in his own house.
The commentary on the last time she stayed in Gotham put the older man on a defensive position, he didn’t want to go there and bring back that moment because Jimmy would win, his moral battle with that period of time was bigger than any other current problem. “What are you insinuating?” his voice was more serious this time, more adult, more like the commissioner rather than the father. “You are tumbling over suppositions and you don’t even bother you ask me, you just hold your thoughts against me. I won’t tolerate it. Look at me in the eye, James Gordon, because if you want me to treat you like an adult, then better start behaving like one!” Jim’s deep voice resounded in the room, secure and no trace of doubt in it. That was how he was used to defend himself and certainly the best way to put a stop to the conversation he had always been afraid to have, where his own moral values were put into question.
“Sarah Essen is my girlfriend and you better start respecting her. She’ll stay here for a long time” the man spat, holding a firm severe gesture. “Does that make you feel more like a mature man? Because you are certainly not behaving like one right now” looking down to the boy once his head was cold, he realized that the last words sounded way too tough.
"Don't touch me." The boy snarled as he yanked his arm away. He couldn't focus. Couldn't see straight. Couldn't do anything but let his temper get the best of him.
"And you are?" He demanded rather than asking. "You're not being the model of maturity either so don't lecture me about being an adult. You're supposed to be the adult and yet you can't even be honest with me. If you were you'd have said everything first. You'd have explained everything first. You'd have had the decency to tell me to my face instead of letting me figure out what 'special friend' was supposed to mean and I think you know exactly what I'm insinuating."
He can feel himself tremble in anger. He balled his hands into fists so tightly his fingers were turning red. The more the thoughts reeled in his mind the more upset he got. He couldn't take any more or this as his eyes began to water again. This time though he wasn't entirely certain if it was in anger or in sadness.
The next time he spoke his voice was low. He couldn't stay here. Not with them. Not now. "I want to go back to mom."
try one | sarah essen & james gordon
He was angry, and not at Sarah. For a second he recalled those terrible movies where the father sided with the evil stepmother against his own children, but this wasn’t the case, he couldn’t see that as one of those cases. Jimmy was just a kid but Sarah was just a young woman trying to hard, Jim was somehow scared that all that madness would scare her away. He didn’t want to be alone, not again.
“Control yourself, James Gordon” he exclaimed, frowning and crossing his arms while staring at his child. He was angry, so angry that tears flushed down his cheeks and James could almost listen his words as shouts.
”Lower that tone, young boy” he insisted, as a father, he had to discipline his son always and in every situation. “What did she do to you? what was so horrible for you to do this, James?” the man asked, looking down at the boy with a severe gesture.
”I haven’t lied to you, and you know that. If you were so angry you could’ve told me” now, the commissioner was the one who was almost shoutting, he was desperate, desperate to fix his life again. “You owe her an apology”
Gritting his teeth as his nostrils flarred, kept his eyes on his father. Never once did he look away at this point as he fummed on the spot. Jimmy had always had a terrible habbit of keeping things bottled up until he couldn’t hold it back anymore. Exploding at even the smallest of things when he’d reached his boiling point and he couldn’t seem to control it as the anger and frustration whelled up inside him.
“Special friend?" He exlaimed, not bothering to lower his tone. "God, you must think I’m an idiot." Every word made him angrier. A calm Jimmy could have thought of all this more rationally but he couldn’t be calm. He couldn’t hold back the words he knew he’d regret later.
"Mom and I don’t even have a new house yet and she's already staying here!?” He pointed harshley towards the door outside where Sarah still was; emphasizing the accusation. “Did you even wait until the divorce came through to be her special friend? Or were you special friends last time she was in Gotham too?”
try one | sarah essen & james gordon
James was waiting for a considerable explanation but Jimmy didn’t even bother to show some respect to his question. Sarah was crying in the car, what distracted him from his son. “God, no” he whispered to himself, rubbing his temples and feeling a familiar headache take over.
He followed James Jr. just because his actions were completely disrespectful and rebellious. “James, open the door” the man insisted, with a tough voice, he sounded angry, he was starting to feel angry. Not waiting for a response, the father opened the door with a considerable lack of softness. “What did you do?” Jim wasn’t usually forced to talk like that to his kids, but this whole situation was infuriating. “Why is Sarah crying, James Gordon, what did you say to her?!”
The blood was rushing to his head and as soon as the door had been slamed behind him he wanted to run off to his room. Or at least, what had been his room. Soon he’d have a new room in a new house and he wouldn’t be living here anymore.
The sound of his father’s voice made him stop for a moment. His heart was racing and it wasn’t until the accusation that the boy turned around. What did you do? It was his fault. Everything was his fault and he was making it worse but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.
Tears were starting to weal in the boys eyes but he refused to let them fall. He was angry at everything. Angry that he had no control over any of this. Angry that his father seemed more concerned that Sarah was crying than about his angry son. Angry that his father was blaming him despite the boy’s guilt.
"I told her the truth. Not that that’s something either of you are very accustomed to." He was nearly shoutting now, clenching his fists as he stared up at the man whom had always been his hero and he his father’s little boy. Now he wasn’t so certain of anymore.
[ ok so i'm almost through with stage one of the new blog. I've got a good base for the organization and starting to work on adding in the needed details however in the mean time I do need to know which threads people want to keep and which ones people want to drop. I know these aren't all of the threads as it's not an updated list but it's at least a good standing ground.
So yes, long story short, give me a shout on the threads you want to continue and I'll transfer them over onto the new blog to continue them. ]
[ confirmed list:
coldfromfrostbite: everything
theredheadedbat: white black page, prank thread & California starter
virtualbatgirl: out of bed & arrested
koonak-of-the-north: everything
mariathecoffeeshopgirlrp: 3 threads
gordonslaw: everything ]
lieutenantessen has, um. Well It's more Phil's been spotted.
Phil loves Gotham.
Phil loves drinking in Gotham.
Phil loves getting drunk in Gotham, in a bar run by a bad guy, then getting in brawls.
Which is why Phil is half drunk, handcuffed, and smiling at the cop he just badged.
Well, the cop he'd just politely asked to get his badge out for him as he can't. Handcuffs and all.
+lieutenantessen
Seeing a cop around the East End wasn't anything unusual. It was normal to see squad cars drive by and hear the roar of their sirens as they raced to the latest crime scene. What wasn't normal was to see a cop hanging around the East End for no particular reason. Unless there was a reason and Julia just couldn't spot it yet. Either way it was an odd sight and while part of her told her to keep walking, to ignore the woman...another part of herself couldn't help but stop. Perhaps it was just her curiosity. Still, if the woman was here investigating something...like a murder perhaps...she could gain information. She could start up another hunter. Take another killer off the streets.
"Are you looking for someone?" Julia asked as she approached the woman. "If not I suggest you move on. Hanging around this part of Gotham isn't the wisest idea. Not that you can't handle yourself it's just..." she paused for a moment, "...this isn't a nice area." She ended weak mostly because Julia didn't know where she had been going with that last bit. Either way, she definitely had the woman's attention now.
