#captain-jhawkins

[justcallmejolly]

5 more minutes...

She'd been quiet when she crept out of bed to go flip the coffee pot on. Stuff was actually passable by now, and she had promised. Would have been awfully rude of her not to make it. And he had been oh, so tired, when he stumbled in the night before. Tired enough that he fell right back to sleep before she made it back to the bed. A light smile pulled at her lips, crawling back in beside him. Fingers delicately brushing over that fringe that tainted his brow before hand slid down; finding his middle and giving it a light scratch. "Might want to wake up, Sleeping Beauty, before all my hard work burns and becomes undrinkable."

[steptothelight]

captain-jhawkins replied to your post: “I don’t think you understaaaaand. Graham is about to either stab Jim...”:

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I make no promises.

[justcallmejolly]

"...I’m a creature of fathomless grace."

The door had been left open, he probably could have been standing there for the whole time for all she knew. But as the sheet fluttered down she saw his tall form leaning in the door way before the statement flowed from his mouth. Eyebrows rose, and the ship continued on, tucking fabric into bed corners before she crossed the room and looked up at him quizzically. "I...what?" There was no doubt he moved well for a man of his height but grace?  "Is that some odd dancing request?" she quipped with a grin, "Or just common knowledge you wished to share?"

[steptothelight]

captain-jhawkins replied to your post:I want to answer my asks, but there are 69 of...

//Is this because there are too many or because the inner thirteen year old boy is going, “Teeheehee, sixty-nine!”?

The latter. |:

[justcallmejolly]

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Send me a Ø for an inner monologue my character has had about yours.

Jolly had been in many a harbor, docked at ports a plenty and had seen many shores. She might have been anchored to the shores of Neverland for three centuries but not any...any, of that had felt like home. She'd spent her entire existence being a home to others, she never found home for herself...

Until now. 

Jim was home. He was safe and warm and comfortable and where she wanted to be at the end of the day. Who she wanted to share pointless stories with and quiet moments where they could just --be. Shame she didn't have the courage to tell him, but maybe he could see that longing to be needed- wanted, in her eyes. Someday she would find the words. Someday she'd hope it was reciprocated. Until then she would continue to shoot him those bright smiles and wait.

[justcallmejolly]

"Thought I might never see you again."

Jolly let out a heavy sigh, but the smile that followed was as bright as the ones he always managed to pull from  her, even if it was a bit tired. "Thought I might not make it back." A small shrug and a bite to her lip. "For a few moments, anyway." Jolly's head shook and her hand tugged on the bunched sleeve at his elbow. "Besides, I really missed your cooking--" 

[justcallmejolly]

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How long have you been rp’ing?

May? I believe will mark it a year...seems like such a baby compared to all these people on here...

Song you’re listening to right now?

A combination of "Where the fuck are my keys?" and  "Sound of a/c unit with featured fans." 

[rpconfessionsouat]

"captain-jhawkins is an absolute amazing take on what an older version of Jim Hawkins could be. So much so, I'd be disappointed if any other version ever showed up on the show. A wonderful rp partner, nothing but a joy to write with and the mun just a delight." ~ Anonymous