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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 15:41:49 GMT -5
Tristan took one look at her and burst out laughing. "I woulda waited. Wash the shampoo outta your hair. I come bearing gifts, bagels." He held up the bag and then smirked at her. "Okay, we didn't get off on the right foot yesterday. If I'da called would ya have answered? Probably not." He gave the bag another wiggle.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 15:46:08 GMT -5
She glared at him and then picked up Mikey with one arm. "Don't touch anything, or I'll know. " she stormed back off to the bathroom, locking her and Mikey in it as she finished up. Mikey sat patiently on the bathroom floor, playing with a toy car.
10 minutes later they emerged again, and Erin had his file in her arms. Mikey plopped down in front of the television. "It says here that you weren't even at the birth of Mikey. Already in custody." she gave Tristan a hard look. "I have no idea what you expect out of being here."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 15:50:05 GMT -5
"You have no idea why I wasn't there. Just that I was in prison." Tristan said to her. As far as he was concerned it was his life and he chose whether or not to share anything with her.
He glanced at Mikey who was watching Yo Gabba Gabba. To Tristan is looked like an acid trip, bad memories. He looked back at Erin. "I wanna know my kid."
((OH Btw, Nancy was also fucking the drug dealer. yeaaah))
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 15:55:55 GMT -5
"No, I know exactly why you were there. Look, Mr Shamien, if this was any other case, I'd suggest get a job, take some anger management classes, and make your appointments on time. Live somewhere safe and clean. But this is Mikey and I've clearly taken a personal interest in him."
She sighed, glancing over at Mikey, then looking back at Tristan. "Nobody around here could handle him as an infant, it was too hard so in between foster families I took him in for the weekend and couldn't let him go. He's the best kid, i want to find him the perfect family."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 16:02:29 GMT -5
"Well, you're gonna have to get this through your head. I ain't signing him over to the state. I am legally his father. My crack addled ex-girlfriend gave up her rights to him. I am his sole guardian if I ever gain custody and I will." He licked his lips and leaned back against the kitchen counter. He didn't look at her, instead looking down at the parquay flooring. He crossed his ankles.
Tristan had grown up without any family or any family that he could really trust. His parents had died in a car accident when he was five years old. He remember being carried out of his house and starring at the green front door just wanting to be back inside. From there he lived with an aunt who made him scrub the bathroom with ammonia, he still couldn't smell things properly. When she kicked the bucket from Lung cancer he was put into the system.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 16:03:49 GMT -5
"Well, you're gonna have to get this through your head. I ain't signing him over to the state. I am legally his father. My crack addled ex-girlfriend gave up her rights to him. I am his sole guardian if I ever gain custody and I will." He licked his lips and leaned back against the kitchen counter. He didn't look at her, instead looking down at the parquay flooring. He crossed his ankles.
Tristan had grown up without any family or any family that he could really trust. His parents had died in a car accident when he was five years old. He remember being carried out of his house and starring at the green front door just wanting to be back inside. From there he lived with an aunt who made him scrub the bathroom with ammonia, he still couldn't smell things properly. When she kicked the bucket from Lung cancer he was put into the system.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 16:12:07 GMT -5
"Mr. Shamien. I am sorry you seem to be so...distressed by all this. But since I'm his case manager I'm the one that is ultimately going to have to sign off on where ever he goes. Get your life together and stop dropping in without warning. You are a felon, you have to realize that you are not only making me uncomfortable but also makes me uncomfortable to have you around Mikey."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 16:17:15 GMT -5
"Yeah...fine, get my life together." Tristan rolled his eyes and then shook his head. He headed for the front door showing himself out. That would probably be his last visit, he wasn't talking to her again.
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Tristan was crouched down on his haunches, elbows black with grease and he tightened a bolt on the bike he was working on. It was hot and the sweat dripped off of his brow. He wiped it off with his free hand, leaving a black smear on his forehead. Yes, he had a job, a damn good one, in fact the whole business was his. He worked his ass off to buy the shop and he wouldn't do nothing else for the rest of his days but fix up motorcycles and cars.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 17:52:56 GMT -5
Erin had needed a few days to calm down, and soon realized that placing Mikey with his dad may not be the worst option for him.
Especially when she got word at her office that the guy actually did what she told him to do.
So she showed up at the garage, her heels clinking on the dirty surface as she took a look around.
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 18:12:03 GMT -5
The guys at the garage rarely saw a lady in their midst and were peeking out from behind engines and cars to take a look. A round a whistles and catcalls started to go up around the shop.
"what're you monkeys hollering about?" Tristan snapped, he took a seat on the ground and looked over. "fuck." he said and then got himself up from the floor, making his way over to her.
"what're you doing here?" he asked her.
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 18:26:53 GMT -5
"I came to interview you for Mikey's case," Erin explained, glancing around the garage uncomfortably. "Is this a bad time? It'll probably take awhile."
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Post by tshamien on Feb 6, 2012 18:57:01 GMT -5
Tristan whistled loudly, "Shamus! Finish up the work on that bike," he ordered and a scrawny nineteen year old came hurrying out of the garage.
"Alright, boss," He said and took Tristan's old place on the ground.
"Come on," He led her into his office and shut the door behind them. "Go ahead."
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 19:05:09 GMT -5
"You got a job so quickly," Erin remarked, sitting down on the chair and pulling out her laptop. "Most individuals out of prison have a hard time finding employment."
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Post by jackkelly on Feb 6, 2012 19:21:42 GMT -5
He smirked at her, leaning against the desk, he crossed his arms. "The place is mine Erin." Tristan said kind of smugly. "I'm incorporated so they didn't take my business when I went into prison. Plus I actually hire a lot of ex cons, we like to use our hands for work ya know?"
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Post by Zippy on Feb 6, 2012 19:30:20 GMT -5
"uh huh." she cleared her throat a bit uncomfortably. "Where were you born? How old are you?"
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