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Not going to lie. I listened to the "Mrs. Doubtfire" soundtrack to get that starter going. I teared up a little at the aspect of Jefferson losing custody of Grace...

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Control, it's time to let it go. {Druggie Verse} | + thebrokenhatter

“In the case of Jefferson Wilde, we find him guilty on all counts. Theft in the first degree, as well as a petty misdemeanor against his name due to drug possession and the endangerment of a young child.” Emma perked, canting her head as she sat at the very edge of the court room. She had been called to the courthouses that day due to an opportunity for parole, a wily fellow by the name of Jefferson Wilde. Within her hands she held the manila folder containing all his latest issues, from his addiction to opiates of all varieties, to the custody battle over the state with his daughter Grace. His story was devastatingly sorrowful…she felt for him, which was never a good sign when it came to her cases. She could see the tears welling in his obviously remorseful gaze as he soaked in the words the judge put forth. They were taking it all away from him: his life, his daughter. The hope that had once glinted his pupils dissipated as the judge carried on with his sentence. “You will be granted parole once your bail and fees have been paid. Serving a sentence of five days behind bars, therein after you will be released upon the ramification that your bills have been taken care of, are we understood?” The judge questioned pointedly. Silence infiltrated the room. Emma’s brow knit tightly together as she witnessed the scene. Shutting the folder in front of her, she sauntered forward. Leaning in, she whispered to Jefferson’s lawyer. “Permission for Miss Swan to approach the bench, Sir?” he inquired on her behalf. “Permission granted.” The judge noted, nodding in approval. Emma took one look at Jefferson, her eyes slightly watered before she released her gaze and sauntered to the judge’s table. “Your honor, I will take care of his bail. If you release him today, he can come to the safe house. I’ll make sure he gets settled there.” Emma vowed. The judge was skeptical. He wasn’t sure he agreed with this sentiment and yet Emma had never given the court reason to disapprove of her antics. Licking his lips he sighed and nodded before knocking his wooden gavel. “Jefferson is to be released into the care of the State of New York where therein Officer Swan will take custody. She is your parole officer, if you fail to respect her, the home you are provided or over step your bounds, you will have to deal with the consequences. Are we clear?” The judge addressed Jefferson, pointing his finger in authority as he eyed the man with nothing but disgust in his gaze. When all was said and done and they were released, Jefferson remained in cuffs with a bailiff protectively at his side whilst Emma signed off on the paperwork. She wasn’t sure what she should say to the man, whether or not she should bring up the aspect of his child…how heartbroken he must have been. She herself had a son, but he was being taken care of by her parents while she worked a stressful and elitist position, watching over those the state took in at the safe house. It was a full time position that had taken over her life and due to it, caused sole custody to be granted to her parents in order for her to fulfill her duties. She hadn’t always been the greatest person herself. A person coming from a life of slight crime, she found it her duty to set others who ran away straight. Jefferson was yet another opportunity. Quietly she shuffled away the paperwork then turned to face her newest protégé. “Let’s get going. We don’t want to be late for dinner.” She mused, nodding to the bailiff who would help her escort the man to the premises. *OOC note: I chose the last name Wilde because, wild is another word for ‘Mad’. It merely made sense to give it a little British twist if we are going by ‘real world’ standards verses OUAT standards. I hope that is okay.

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hehe its like Papa ception.

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