SILVER

a rp blog for JOHN SILVER at sunnysidehq. look at you, G L O W I N G like a solar flare. you're something s p e c i a l, you're going to RATTLE the s t a r s you are.

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atlantiscrystall:

Kida admittedly wasn’t the most outwardly excited person for the summer festival, it made the restaurant about ten times busier comparatively. After a double shift, she was walking through the hoards of people visiting the different booths and the little kids running around aimlessly. Eyes were locked at a booth with brightly coloured lights when she bumped straight into someone, falling flat on her butt, Kida looked up. “Whoops, you good??”

⇌  John wasn’t used to wandering the festival without his sidekick. He had spent every other year with Morgan, making sure she was having a good time and generally giving into her every whim. Without his daughter, he wasn’t sure exactly what he should be doing. For the most part he had just been eating and people watching. Rounding a corner, he hadn’t even noticed someone approaching him until it was too late. “Oh shit.” He said as Kida knocked into him. He managed to stay upright but couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he saw her on the ground. “I’m good, I’m good.” He told her, reaching out a hand to help her stand back up. “I’m sorry-” He started; about the laughter. “Are you alright?”

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jollyrcgers‌:

╰ · 𝘹 › james hook was not the kind of person that enjoyed festivals, or anything really. the town was already obnoxiously ‘ too much ‘ for him, now it was even more unbearable. even the usually quiet harbor was crowded with townsfolk, ready to celebrate the ungodly heat of summer. it seemed that no matter how tightly he locked his cabin doors, no matter how loudly he played his 80′s rock, he couldn’t drown out the sounds of happiness. laughter and the scent of fresh food filled the air and finally drew the reclusive man up onto the deck of the jolly roger. standing there, arms crossed over his chest, the titanium from his prosthetic hand shining in the sun. “ believe it or not, this is a residential area so if you could maybe … keep it down? and don’t even think about making me ask again. “

⇌ In past years John would already be in the middle of the festival, walking around with Morgan, playing games and buying food- soaking in every second he could with his daughter. But Morph was getting older and things like spending every day of the festival with her father wasn’t cool anymore. Still, John had grown fond of the event, it had brought so many good things in years past that he couldn’t just all out hate it. Sure, sometimes it became too much but at this moment he was just basking in all of the energy. Sitting out on the deck of the boat, he was enjoying some coffee and mostly people watching. He had music playing and had a few conversations with people passing by. A particularly noisy group of teenagers was passing by. They seemed to be going a million miles an hour; talking, yelling, roughhousing and stopped near the dock in a fit of laughter; although to be fair, the one did sound more like a donkey than a human. Although Silver was no longer a big fan of loud noises such as fireworks; he didn’t mind listening to people enjoy themselves. But.. as if on cue, there was James Hook- his neighbor and possibly the one person in Sunnyside who seemed to despise happiness more than any other. John rolled his eyes at his words, watching as the teens took a moment to decide if it was worth it to argue with him or continue on their way. One of the girls whispered something in the other's ear and then they all took off- loud as all hell but they did do what Hook asked, leaving it much quieter at the dock. “They were just enjoying themselves,” John yelled over to him, turning to look in his direction. “You know its a cliche to be a grouchy old man who hates people being too close to your house, right?” He couldn’t help but ask, a grin on his face. “And just a word for the wise, most children like to be annoying, you’d probably spend less time yelling at the same ones if you just let them be.”

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 rattlingstcrs:

          “ AT LEAST I won’t be getting them alone. “, he replied, a half grin tugging at his lips as he turned to face his ( probably eldest ) friend. john was one of the few people he could sit in silence with, without it being awkward. john wasn’t a saint – like he said, people still looked at him too. but jim was convinced that he had a good heart. part of him felt that john and him were the same in a lot of ways, somehow. so of course he knew the man was going to get it. get h i m. “ so – how’s life, man ? i feel like i haven’t seen you in a hot minute. “, he asked, deciding to not dwell on the rumors. 

⇌ John was glad to have Jim around; for the sake of himself and his daughter. Jim was one of the few people who was a good man at heart and they were hard to come by. Sure, he had his flaws and made plenty of mistakes but John knew that his intentions were generally good. “Not too much..” He admitted. “Tried an art class the other day.” He told Jim with a laugh. “What about yourself, keeping busy?” Joh nudged him with his elbow, a smirk on his face.

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“Hintcrgalactics:

 ╰ · ☾ › AFTER AVOIDING THE topic for as long as she could, guilt was starting to eat away at morgan. every passing hour left her biting her nails in anxiety and twiddling her thumbs restlessly. she couldn’t imagine what jim was feeling and going through, all because of her. she had contemplated coming clean and telling everyone it was her fault, but that would have just sky rocketed her back to the top of the suspect list, which she had finally gotten free from.  the sound of heavy footsteps on the deck of the boat startled the young girl, causing her to come back to reality momentarily. “ hi. “ she greeted her father once he had walked down into the cabin, she had been sitting at the table waiting for him. “ can i ask you something? “ that was a question, but she didn’t give him time for any dad jokes. “ if you did something bad and let someone else take the blame for it, because they didn’t want you to get in trouble … does that make you a bad person? ” she was sure that the last thing her father wanted after a long day of doing whatever it was he was doing all day was to come home to morgan’s hypotheticals but it was gnawing at her, effecting her mentally and she needed to lift some sort of weight off of her shoulder. “ and what if the bad thing you did was for a good cause, does that take away all the bad? “ 

⇌ John had just finished grocery shopping and was returning home. Coming through the door of the boathouse, John was one of the people who refused to make a second trip. He had bags hanging off of both arms as he pushed the door open with his foot and walked inside his rather small and peculiar house. Walking in the door he saw Morgan sitting at the table, a somber look on her face. “Hey, kid.” He replied back with a smile, walking closer to her and setting the bags down on the table. Emptying the contents of the grocery bags and putting them starting to put them away, he didn’t have time to respond to Morph before she was already speaking again. John wasn’t facing her as she spoke, but he turned around after the words had come out of her mouth. John had a puzzled look on his face, unsure about where all of this was coming from. Stopping what he was doing, the older man walked back over to the table and took a seat across from his daughter. “You are not a bad person.” He said to her with conviction; he didn’t want Morph to think that about herself for even a second. “Doing bad things can make you a bad person if you are doing them to purposely cause harm. But the Morph I know doesn’t like to hurt people.” John knew about bad people-- even about being a bad person and he couldn’t fathom why this was on her mind. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

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rattlingstcrs:

            WHEN HE TURNED his head to gaze up at the person who’d been staring, jim couldn’t suppress a sigh of relief which pushed its way through his lips. he was glad that, out of everyone, a familiar face was walking up to him. someone who had taken the time to get to know him and someone he knew wouldn’t judge him. “ good. i don’t like being on pictures. “, he replied dryly, a half smile tugging at his lips. “ i, erm… i’m glad to see you. i could do with a familiar face right now. “., jim muttered.

⇌ John offered a sympathetic smile back to Jim as he moved forward a few more steps to take a seat next to him. “I thought you might,” He replied honestly, a chuckle coming from his lips. “But I can’t promise you’ll get fewer looks with me sitting by you-- more than likely, you’re going to get more.” The older man wasn’t going to pry any information out of Jim or even really ask about the situation. He knew if Jim wanted to talk about it, he would talk about it. But he certainly wasn’t going to be the type of person to try to get out every bit of information and obsess over what they did and didn’t know. Some people liked to talk, to barely absorb and just relay every single bit of information that they picked up.. But John Silver wasn’t a gossiper- just a listener and occasionally, a good friend.

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hapoppy:

“𝗜 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗜'𝗠 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗧 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚, but i know i’m not really that good at it. but y’know? that’s okay!” paint had managed to splatter everywhere possible     –     on her chest, on her face, on her hands and on her shirt, but poppy didn’t mind. in fact, wasn’t that what made painting a little more fun? getting down and dirty with the tsunami of colors splattered along an abstract canvas with no real meaning!     she was more than happy to be there, no real image of what she wanted to do in mind but hey, who cared about that sort of thing in the first place?      leaning back on her stool as she created a little frame with her fingers, her tongue gently poking out on the side of her mouth, she observed. “what d’ya think? needs more pink, right? i don’t think i’ve got anymore left either but that’s okay!” leaning over, poppy casted a look at the other painting. “whatcha trying to make?”

John didn’t know what the hell he was doing at a painting class. He knew it was good to branch out and try new things but this was so far out of his realm and at 49, he didn’t really feel like there was anymore growing to do. But.. he had promised Morgan could use the boathouse for the day, so he had to find something to do. It was too hot outside to just hang around and the art studio was cool and would maybe keep him occupied for a few hours. John really hadn’t been aware of the people around him until he heard a voice that was extremely close by. Snapping out of the concentration he was in, he quickly looked over to Poppy’s painting. “I mean-- if you’re happy with it, then that’s all that matters right?” John looked through his colors quickly until he found a pink. “Here. Might not be the exact shade you need but it should do the trick.” He handed it over to her before sitting back down in front of his. “A ship on open waters.” He replied with a shrug. It didn’t really look like much so far, certainly not a piece that would be hanging on his wall. 

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           THE NEWS ABOUT the badge – and consequently, the robbery – was spreading through town like a wildfire. as if people didn’t have anything better to do than gossip all damn day. it wasn’t the first time jim was being related to a criminal offense, so he’d learned to ignore the whispers behind his back or distrusting glares. he kept repeating to himself how people didn’t know a thing – like a mantra. “ why don’t you take a picture – those last longer. “, he said steadily, though with a hint of irritation in his voice, as he looked up from his sketchbook. he didn’t like being stared at.

If John was an expert in a certain area, it would certainly be in the specialty of knowing that things were never quite what they seemed. There are always two sides to every story and he liked to get a good grip on both sides before making any judgments. It had been hard for him to adjust to the small-town life of Sunnyside; all the gossip and rumors, everyone wanting to know the business of those around them. But.. he also, unfortunately, heard every story that passed around and the rumors that were currently flying around about Jim weren’t something he was very happy to hear. John had wanted to talk to him but he figured he’d let the situation mull over for a bit beforehand. “Can’t say I’ve got a camera on me.” He replied with a shrug as he walked closer to Jim, a small but sympathetic smile on his face.

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pcssiblykim:

Kim thought about the others question for a moment. “People who are allergic to gluten, I guess.” The girl had always been one to talk out loud without thinking. Sometimes it led to trouble but otherwise she hadn’t learned from it just yet. “Is it wrong of me to order a dozen knowing I’ll finish it by the end of the week?”

⇌ John shrugged his shoulders, the issue of allergies had never even crossed his mind. “They probably make gluten-free donuts now though.” He pondered. The world certainly had been changing from when he was a kid but for the most part, he was okay with it. “That probably won’t help your case of minimizing the propaganda against cops.” John replied, laughing just a little. 

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pcssiblykim:

“I’m done with this ‘cops only eat donuts’ propaganda. I eat salads just like every other person trying to lie to themselves that they’re healthy in Sunnyside.” Kim smirked as someone sidled up next to her while she was in her new uniform. She wasn’t a full cop yet but she did get a badge and that was pretty exciting. “You like donuts?”

⇌ John hadn't been completely aware of his surroundings as he walked towards Kim; completely lost in his own thoughts. In fact, he wasn't even positive she was speaking to him at first; as he took a quick glance behind himself to make sure there wasn't someone else nearby. “Yeah.” He replied, shrugging his shoulders slightly. “Are there people who don’t like donuts?”

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