mr-james-allen

[mr-james-allen]

@halcassidy

It’d been a few weeks, and James had spent most of his time at home, for his own sake more than for his father’s. In fact it had been his father who had booted him out to make rounds, get around people who had been familiar to him once upon a time. Check out Clearwater and how it had changed while he was away, see how it had remained the same. Anything besides keeping to his room or the barn, preferring the quiet company of cows to humans. 

James had laughed at his father’s ribbing, but didn’t tell him that every time he woke up there was a few seconds of horror when he thought he was still deployed. When he didn’t realize he was home. He wanted home ingrained in him again, but maybe his father was right, getting out would be good for him. So he gave him errands and sent him out, and James didn’t protest.

Once those were done however, James tracked down the residence of an old mate. They’d gone to the same school since they were boys up until college, and had reconnected again as adults - till war called them both away that is. They hadn’t really contacted one another while deployed, James only ever wrote to his father to let him know he was still alive and where he was. 

That was a bit of a heavy chasm to fill, a war time separating two people, Henry hated war to begin with. James wondered how he dealt having to fight in one. He found himself strangely and childishly anxious nearing Henry’s house. He’d taken the car, maybe he should have come on horseback, that would’ve been sure to both piss him off and make him laugh. It would’ve been very James to do that. 

But he wasn’t on horseback, he was in a car, and he was nervous. Which was stupid. It was just Henry. James parked the car outside of what was supposed to be his house, he was living on Crimson now apparently. 

James took a couple deep breaths and ruffled his hair, he just needed to go and knock on the damn door. So he did, three knocks, and he responded to the opening door in a much more calm way than he thought he would.

“Hello Sir I’m looking for a stuffy old History Teacher, a bit smaller (in fact Henry was taller) than me much less handsome too (that part was debatable), works at Haymish you seen him around?” James quipped, grinning.

#bruh #para

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ivywhittmores:

            Her bike had been parked ( or rather, thrown haphazardly ) on the curb as the sidewalk, chalky and blistering in the hot sun, tapered into a verdant yard, boasting of impressive herbs, flowers, and Mulbery trees resting on a plantation of fields and grass. Ivy was unaware that taking a MERE moment to appreciate the breathtaking yard would cause such outrageous exasperation in the elderly woman – hoary-headed and barely able to cross the garden without being swept up by a stray breeze, she was so frail. But, employing a cane in her hand, she waved Ivy down as the younger woman stooped to ADMIRE a rose bush.

           As the elderly woman rattled off harmless insults, unbeknownst to Ivy an equestrian and his gray steed had entered the combat zone, though he came bearing a WHITE-FLAG which seemed to, momentarily, quiet Mrs. Spigg’s complaints. As the man spoke, Ivy brushed a hand along her dress and regained her equilibrium as best she could, walking to her bicycle and positioning it UPRIGHT. She was new to town, and needn’t cross boundaries which ought not to be crossed. When, at last, Mrs. Spigg’s vacated into the comfort of her quaint home, Ivy pushed back a lock of red hair behind her ear and reticently thanked the nameless stranger. She attempted to put a name to the face but when she found she could not place him, she merely extended her hand in an amicable greeting. “ Thank you for that, ” she mouthed, “ I was concerned that she’d might opt to chase me down the street with that cane of hers. And who might you be ? ”

“No problem.” James mouthed back, and then promptly began ruining the practice in quiet communication by chuckling, “Mrs. Spigg chasing someone down the street with her cane, now that would be a sight to see. You might have to walk at a brisk pace in order to get away!” He joked, taking her hand delicately and giving it a shake, “James Allen, pleasure to meet you miss?” Her asked her name in a roundabout way, taking in her appearance as he did so. She was a small, slight woman, but proud in her posture so as to appear taller than she actually was. It made her appear confident in an effortless sort of way James generally admired in people, in women particularly if we’re splitting hairs. 

“And don’t worry about Mrs. Spiggetts she won’t remember you by tomorrow I suspect. We uh - try our best to look out for her but she can be a tad difficult given how she is lately. I will say though, there’s no one in all of Clearwater who can grow a garden like her’s, she got the green touch that one, and no old age is ever going to see that garden a leaf out of place.” He mused, giving the old woman her due credit while grabbing a hold of Fredrick’s reigns.

#Poison Ivy #para

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#//ooc #his about page is done!

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James decided to ride into town, and while most people would just take a car to do this, he liked to actually ride into town. Yes, on a horse, on Fredrick to be exact. He was a handsome dapple grey that was now on the older side, and though largely tame and easy to ride, was capable of his own mischief from time to time. That’s why James didn’t exactly dress up, his riding pants and a loose button down were the extent of what he was willing to fall down into the mud in. Not that Fredrick would dare, unless he saw a snake, best not to take that chance though.

On his leisurely ride James came across a scene of sorts, Mrs. Spiggetts in her garden, as she usually was, hassling a passerby. He stopped Fredrick and watched as he dismounted. Mrs. Spiggetts took notice of him, “James, tell this hooligan to sod off, they are MUCH too close to my petunias!”

“Now now Mrs. Spigg, I’m sure they meant no harm. You know we all have the greatest respect and reverence for your beautiful garden. You musn’t blame someone for taking a moment to admire it’s splendor!” James reasoned, giving her his winning smile. He knew very well how to deal with Mrs. Spiggetts, he was one of the few people whom she could still remember on a day to day basis, the poor woman’s memory was leaving her, and her moods more mercurial by the day. For instance her increasing paranoia of anyone walking what she judged as far too close to her front yard. She rarely ventured into town square anymore, so James was one of the few who visited her still. 

“Well, I suppose, but move along it’s getting late!” She replied, it was morning, and in fact not late at all, but James humored her. “Indeed it is Mrs. Spigg, why don’t you go inside and have a rest, I’ll bring you some shortbread from in town I’m going there now.” He offered, and that seemed to please her a great deal. 

“Very well very well, I think I’ll go have a rest.” She teetered away slowly. 

“Here let’s back away.” James whispered to the person he was rescuing from Mrs. Spiggett’s wrath. 

#the wrath of mrs spiggetts!!! #she's old ok #she's one of the people who owns a farm on the outskirts of town #it's small and not in use but it's hers #and she loves her garden #her memory is leaving her so anyone can respond to this even if your character has lived in clearwater all their lives #pcrpstarter #para

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#ooc// we literally have ten minutes to go wtf wtf

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You can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats animals...this one must be a true Gentle-man

#vanity #he's very attached to each and every animal on the farm #and he loves kids #HE IS A GENTLE GOOD MAN

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Aaron Taylor Johnson

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