Detective Roderick Black

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.' - alice sebold, the lovely bones independent oc rp blog sideblog to ohthosepoorunfortunatesouls

[vicebuilt-a]

CONTINUED FROM ♛  @adisorderedmind

❝ funny enough, the heat’s the only thing about this place that actually works most of the time. if it were summer, we’d be under the mercy of a few cheap fans, since the AC refuses to stay on. ❞ a smile tugs at dani’s lips as she leans down, attention turned towards the slender, green eyed cat now nudging up lovingly against her legs. ❝ hey, petey. you know, i’m pretty sure this is the only cat in the world that doesn’t hate me, rod. ❞ 

fingers brush over the grey fur for a few moments more before she straightens and looks back up at roderick.  ❝ so. chinese? pizza? indian? i was about to order in for dinner, but i have no idea what i want, and obviously i can’t starve you to death while you’re here. well, i could, but again. a saint. ❞

[adisorderedmind]

“Garfield will love you too if you feed him, but Pluto,” Roderick’s attention briefly drifts to the cat crouching by his head. Lifting a hand, he strokes Pluto’s neck and is rewarded by a little pur and a sharp bite to his knuckles. “Pluto hates everyone and everything.” He lowers his hand. “Thanks for letting me bring them along, too. I know you’re not usually much of a cat person. I brought food and their litter box.” He gestures vaguely toward a small cardboard box he had kicked into the house and left by the door.

“Chinese would be wonderful. Let me pay. It’s the least I can do.”

[vicebuilt-a]

It’s the middle of winter and my heater went out and you let me stay at your place so I don’t freeze to death. God bless you. (Maybe? Rod and Dan?)

NEIGHBORS AU PROMPTS.

                  ❝ i know, i know. i’m a saint, aren’t i? throw your crap anywhere. i’ll be right back. ❞ the brunette steps back, making room for him to step through the doorway and into the small apartment. there are clothes draped over the arm of one of the living room chairs, and a few empty takeout containers litter the coffee table. she moves to yank them up, disappearing into the kitchen for a moment to throw them away. her voice calls out, not at all muffled by the wall between them ( paper thin, they are. ) 

             ❝ sorry for the mess. if you’d have given me a bigger heads up, i might have… well, no, that’s not true. i still wouldn’t have done anything. ❞  there’s a few moments of rustling sounds and the clanking of dishes being placed into the sink before she steps back into the room. ❝ on second thought, don’t thank me yet. pretty sure the only time you’ve ever crashed on my couch, you were drunk. it’s a lot less comfortable sober, trust me. ❞

[adisorderedmind]

“You really are a saint.” Roderick agrees readily. His shoulders are weighed down by a duffel bag on the left and a pair of cat carriers on the right. The bag is tossed to the foot of the couch, but each cat carrier is set down with care. When he opens the first, two cats scurry out into the room. One of them, a black cat with one milky grey eye turns to Rod and hisses before settling on the back of the couch. “I’m sorry, Pluto. I’ve never had to carry all three of you at once.”

From the second carrier a round orange tabby waddles into the room and promptly finds a place to curl up. Roderick straightens and glances in the direction of her voice. “It’s fine, Dan. You’ve seen my apartment and it can’t get worse than that.” He lowers himself onto the couch and releases a long breath. “You’re right this is pretty bad, but I guess I can’t complain too much. It’s better than freezing.”

[vicebuilt-a]

❝ damn, rod. i didn’t even… shows how bad the lighting in here is. ❞ now that she’s closer, the bruised eye is noticeable. she leans in, a frown tugging at her lips.  ❝ tell me the other guy looks worse. ❞

[adisorderedmind]

“the other guy... got away,” he murmured, nudging over the now empty glass. “i’m supposed to be wearing a patch over it... but a bruised face attracts less attention than a giant white bandage on your head.”

[vicebuilt-a]

❝ well, you’re not dead, so i’d say that’s a win, right? ❞ she slides another drink to someone else before her elbows  prop on the surface of the bar, leaning forward.  ❝ do i get details, or…? do i even want to know? ❞

[adisorderedmind]

he took a deep breath and tilted up his head, gesturing toward a bruised and swollen left eye. "got hurt.... was in the hospital for a while." he downed the drink in a few quick swallows.

[vicebuilt-a]

❝ i don’t know. can you? you don’t write, you don’t call… ❞  she’s only teasing, of course. she slides the glass over, having already started pouring it the second she spotted roderick walking into the bar.                                 ❝ FAVORITE, huh? ❞

[adisorderedmind]

"sorry," his fingers tap the sides of the sides of the glass. "it's been rough lately. got neck deep into a case and... it didn't send so well."

[adisorderedmind]

@vclvtile

“How’s my favorite  bar tender? Think I can get the usual?”

[starsweptnight]

Ryan Gosling for Esquire

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[nicholashoulty]

[hooopers]

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

          ℳeme

    She looks up from the depths of her plate, blinking up at him. She hadn’t even noticed that she hadn’t eaten, at least not yet. Her mind was far, far away from here, far from the current scene in front of her. She shrugged, picking up a fork and moving some peas before turning them into mush. “I suppose I’m not hungry…”

[adisorderedmind]

“I know that my cooking it’s Master Chef levels, but I didn’t know it was that bad,” Roderick said weakly, offering her a tiny smile. It faded as he reached out a hand to rest over hers. “What’s going on, Molly? You can talk to me about anything, you know...”

[immaculateshelley]

     “—Well, if it’s any consolation, I miss you,   Uncle Rod, and I wanna talk to you.”

[adisorderedmind]

"I want to talk to you, too.  I've missed you so much. How have you been?"

[immaculateshelley]

     “I dunno,” Shelley shrugs. “I…think he’s okay and     everythin’ but I don’t know for sure…have you talked     to him lately?”

[adisorderedmind]

"I... I haven't talked to anyone lately. Not since... Evelyn. I'm trying to get back in touch with everyone."

[immaculateshelley]

     “Do you honestly think that Daddy pays         any attention to what I do to my hair at all?”

[adisorderedmind]

"I just know that if Riley came home with somewhat blue hair... well... I'm not sure what I would do. How is your dad?"

[immaculateshelley]

@roderickblack

      “—So what if it’s blue? It’s my hair, not yours.”

[adisorderedmind]

"It's your hair, but I still think maybe you should have talked to your parents before you did it. It doesn't look bad, though. I kind of like it."

[vicebuilt-a]

❝ oh, sure. like i haven’t heard that one before. you’re teetering on the edge of your barstool, rod. if you fall off and crack your skull open it’s on you. ❞ 

[adisorderedmind]

"I can't go home... it's too quiet there. Riley's with a friend and... I can't go home now."

[adisorderedmind]

I'm slowly getting Rod's blog back up and running. His new bio will be up soon! Any questions feel free to ask! AND LIKE FOR A STARTER

[vicebuilt-a]

OPEN AF  ♛

     ❝ hey, it’s like that song goes. you don’t have       to go HOME, but your ass is not passing out       in my bar. or, y’know, something like that. ❞

[adisorderedmind]

"It's a while 'til closin' time. I'm not gonna pass out. I'm fine. It's fine... everything's fine."