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[securedsilas]

[ oscar isaac, male, he/him ] - was that SILAS MORALES i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the FORTY THREE year old who has been in nightrest for TWENTY YEARS and works  as a SECURITY GUARD AT SIRENS has a reputation of being RESOURCEFUL but also STOIC. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with A SCAR ON HIS CHEEK, QUIET MORNINGS, AN ALL BLACK WARDROBE, AND WARM TEA. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next.

BASICS:

full name: silas gerard fontaine  nickname(s): none ( preferred lmao he hates nicknames ) current location: nightrest, massachusetts pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual occupation: security guard at sirens

HEADCANONS:

silas isn’t much of the social type, so if he doesn’t say much to you when you actually manage to have a conversation with him, don’t be discouraged— that’s just how he is.

with that being said, he’s a bit of a grump. and by a bit, i mean he’s pretty much has resting bitch face on at all times. he has no time for silly shit so don’t expect him to entertain anything like that he’ll immediately be like ok bye. kfjngdj

but don’t let the stuff above fool you, he’s HUGE on family. especially his sister and his mother. would quite literally take a bullet for them for anything.

as of the time he’s been in nightrest ( twenty years ), he’s completely and happily sober. he finds it to be very centering to be able to be on your best game unshielded from substance. he likes to be ready for whatever is handed to him.

there’s an inch and a half scratch-like scar on his cheek from an accident he had as a young adult when he fell down a flight of stairs.

while silas isn’t a coffee drinker, this man LOOOOVESSS tea. 24/7 tea drinker no lie. in any form too— iced, warm, boba style, any way.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

his sister (obv mssg me first)

fwb

idk anything for anyone who’ll deal with him dfgkjfd

[securedsilas]

julia!

If you asked Julia a month ago if she’s ever been so happy to be at work, she’d probably laugh and say absolutely not. However, ever since they found the first body her opinion of her eight hour shifts completely changed. It kept her mind from wandering into the constant fear and anxiety she felt. She really hoped this psycho will be caught soon, she was tired of looking over her shoulder every five minutes. Julia had a wide smile on her face when she saw Silas approaching the counter, “Peach tranquility and one muffin coming right up, go on and take a seat somewhere, I’ll bring it to you,” Julia took the rest of the orders and moved back to prepare them, when she was done with everything she placed Silas’ order and her coffee on a tray deciding there was no better time for her break. “I’m so happy you liked the tea, see — you need to trust me more with these things. After all the best barista makes them,” she took a seat across Silas, warming up her hands with her coffee cup before she took a sip. “How are you after this horrible storm? You stayed home?”  

ever since his first interaction with julia, it was obvious she was practically his polar opposite, as he could tell from the insanely big smile on her face when he approached— not USUALLY the reaction he gets. silas gave her a nod and walked over to a two seater table away from the crowd and by the window. he wasn’t much of a social type, but he did like to people watch every once in a while. with things going a bit ROGUE as of late with a killer on the loose and this odd accident happening, his attention was on high alert. when julia came over with his drink and muffin, he was about to mutter a thanks when she instead decided to take the seat across from him. his eyes rose from the tray to her. he wasn’t EXPECTING company, nor did he really care for it, but he chose to say nothing, allowing her to sit there with him. the man sipped at the drink she made, sighing contently because damn he forgot how good this drink was. “fine. nothing i haven’t dealt with before, so i stayed home.” he said a bit blandly, at least in comparison to her much BRIGHTER attitude. could you tell he wasn’t one for small talk? “—did you uh.. get stuck in the academy?” 

[securedsilas]

marissa!

Marissa’s eyebrow rose when she’d clocked on that Silas was in a bar. It was a somewhat unexpected, unusual sight - but perhaps not one she was going to argue with. He had quite the aura about him. She chuckled at his response, the dig of his words doing absolutely nothing to cause he to back down or change her opinion on the matter. “Ah, every week is a fucking long week these days - I’m just saying when have you ever heard of a murder case where the conspiracy theories turned out to be true? Doesn’t happen, because we don’t get to know the evidence. That’s the whole point of the Police, isn’t it? I hate the system as much as the next person, but at least let them try to do their jobs before we all become Sherlock fucking Holmes. If nothing out of respect for the human being laid up in hospital right now.” She took a sip before batting the same comment back. “Just saying.”

silas let out a dry laugh at all this— this elongated freak out that this erupted from her. he’ll give it to her, though, it was much more THEATRICAL than he expected her reaction to be. his eyes darted over to the bartender, then back at her, one brow quirked up now. “does it LOOK like i’m reporting directly to the damn cops?” he asked her, waving him over for a refill on his glass with a still lingering chuckle. after he finished pouring, silas grabbed it with his thumb and middle finger, lifting it a mere inch from the bar counter. “i’m not trying to play detective here, just voicing my opinion. so i’d suggest you take it down a few notches.”

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[securedsilas]

marissa!

post event open starter | @nightrestmaster​ 

Marissa was fucking glad the snow storm had passed over. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy the company she had had during the storm, but she just didn’t really do well locked up - even if said prison was her own home. Too much time to think only led to bad things for Marissa Harrison. So, pretty much the moment she was able to get out, she did - straight to a bar, of course. It seemed she hadn’t been the only one either, everyone coming out to either celebrate the passing of the storm, or forget about the young man laying in hospital. Someone nearby made a comment about the whole ordeal, about how the news had said it wasn’t being treated as an accident. Then she heard a ‘what do you think?’ and when no-one answered she looked up and realised they were talking to her.

“Oh, I don’t know– it’s probably not helpful to the Police if we’re all becoming budding conspiracy theorists though, just saying.”

while silas was usually the LAST person you’d see in a bar, he came by to have a conversation with the bartender, a long time ‘acquaintance’ ( as he’d call his version of mild friendship ), about the recent accident that went down the other night. it was all too.. peculiar— something felt off to him. though his conversation with the him was suddenly opened more to the public, which was NOT so much to his liking. but he turned toward the girl anyways to see what earth-shattering commentary some drunk might have on the matter. her snide response toward the bartenders question caused silas’ brows to FURROW together a bit, his body turning in the chair to face her direction more. “if you’re planning on telling off everyone who’s got an opinion on that crooked statement that was given, then you got a LONG fuckin’ week ahead of you.” he lifted his hand to grab his glass of water, rising it toward his lips. “just saying.” he shoots her own words back at her before taking a sip. 

[securedsilas]

closed starter for @julesdavis​

location: the daily dose

silas always felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb walking into the daily dose. at least it was past the whole pumpkin spiced latte era so he could escape a bit of the madness. but there was this ONE drink julia had made for him a few days ago, and being someone who almost never veers away from his constant way of things, this might be the one exception. because damn.. it was good. he didn’t get a chance to come back for another for a while, given that HELL of a snowstorm that’d come through, but now the roads and sidewalks were paved and here he stood. next in line. he approached the counter. “that uh— that drink you made last time.” the man paused, closing his eyes to try and file through his brain for whatever the fuck it was called. he grew a bit frustrated, hearing a few annoyed sighs behind him for holding them back from their PRECIOUS lattes probably. so silas dug into his pocket for his wallet. a twenty was pulled from his cash, the rest of the wallet stowed back away in his pants. “another one of those.” the cash was placed on the counter in front of julia, his eyes peering into the display case. “...and one of those muffins, too. please.”

[z-ndjenja]

[firefox-official]

“youre so mean” if you guys werent fucking stupid i wouldnt have to be mean to you. change starts with you

[bob-belcher]