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Roman Solak | 35 | Trainer ❛ ———Hey, hey, my playmate; Let me lay waste to thee...❜

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daviddoll‌:

David simply didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know the rules of this game yet. He stood tall, shirtless, his hands folded behind his back. He looked good enough, but that was never the problem; David knew he was handsome, knew people tended to look his way, but he’d never gotten to the part of life where he fully understood that realization. He was still shy, still desperate to please, still blushing and feeling the goosebumps erupt on his arms as the trainer approached. That much David knew, if only because the other dolls beside him whispered it. 

“No, Sir,” he said quickly. “I’m right where I’m supposed to be.” He wasn’t sure that was true, but he did know that this was the game he was to play now, that pleasing was the name of that game. Serving. “I can get on my knees, Sir, if you prefer.” 

Admittedly, Roman is a huge exhibitionist. Publicly training dolls on the gallery floor certainly serves to help establish his authority with the other dolls, but in truth, he simply likes to show off. “Are you really that dense?” he questions rhetorically, not truly caring for an answer. ‘Shy’ he can work with, maybe. Possibly. In truth, JJ would probably be a better fit for a doll with a milder temperament like this one, but he’s not a man who’d ever admit to being less-effective than a subordinate. Roman starts by inspecting the doll; gripping his cheeks to manipulate his face and study his features, feeling up his body to get a feel of the boy’s physicality---nothing he hadn’t undergone at some point during his transport to the neighborhood. When Roman feels satisfied, he wraps an arm around the doll and pulls the smaller frame into his own. His opposite hand grips a clump of the doll’s hair and yanks his head back. “We’re practicing seduction, not servitude. And I can assure you, I’ll be your harshest judge on that subject.” Though in truth, he finds this particular doll’s beauty quite enamoring. “Start with your name,” he says, practically demanding eye contact despite the obscure angle.  “And say it correctly. Tell me your name as if you want it to haunt my dreams.”

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preteenager-deactivated:

*makes eye contact with security cameras to assert dominance*

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madamclaire‌:

So this was the person whom trained those dolls she seen deep in the gallery and those she have already rented. Needless to say the dolls she was with were good that she liked someone who knew how to do their job, she was one selling them after all so having to know someone that did their job well was a blessing to her hear. “Confidant I like, seems like you know what you’re doing. My name is Claire, Claire Rodgers. Pleasure to meet you Roman. I have not seen many staff members are you short of hands?” She asked curious what the population was like here. Shrugging her shoulders as she hears him and nods her head, appreciating that he would take some time for her. “I work within selling the dolls here, it’s always been wild but I do enjoy and take my job really serious.” She smirked remembering how many people she sold already and would keep selling. “Could you recommend some dolls than, now that I know I’m talking to the big man in charge of training.”

He does his best to hide his surprise at hearing she trafficks for a living, though his eyebrows raise a little. "Really, the pleasure is all mine. I’m sure that you may see the faces of at least a couple of your captures around here. I hope you’re pleased with their progress as dolls. I know I’d be glad to finally enjoy the fruits of my labor if I were in your shoes.” Of course, due to his partiality towards women, he’s not entirely convinced at how effective a little lady like Claire could be at acquiring fresh toys, but he keeps such thoughts to himself. “Any of our silverbands would be spectacular choices. Daisy is the obvious choice----she used to be number one, you know. Fido is Furé’s current pride and joy and I must say, for a mindless puppy he sure does have a diligent tongue,” he quips, unable to stop himself from chuckling a bit. “Many of the employees are just returning from their sabbaticals as I am, so these halls should be filled and active in no. As a clear indicator of that fact, I guess I’m going to be playing matchmaker for you today. Maybe if you told me your type, I could help direct your eye a little better.”

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niighttimestorm‌:

✎   She nodded. “Yeah, I… That would be correct.” She took a deep breath, chewing on her bottom lip as she tilted her head. God, Margot had so many other questions but they all seemed to have faded. She was still trying to make sense of what she did know. “So what? Someone other than myself gets to decide when I’m no longer a virgin? Seems kind of unfair. Besides, I’m only nineteen and my career is just taking off. Or was. Being in any type of relationship isn’t exactly on my to do list for the next couple years. I want to make a name for myself first.”

Fucking hell Mouth, are you stupid or what? Don’t you get it yet? Roman manages to crack a brief, humored smile despite his temporary frustration. “Luck may be on your side then if waiting is what you want. You’ll find that there’s much about this place that’s unjust, but at least whitebands tend to keep their colors longer than most.” Seeing an opportunity, he decides to fish for some more information. After all, her empty file is useless to him. “I admire a young woman who can see her future spelled out before her. What path are you pursuing?” he inquires before stopping himself. “Gosh, I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be answering questions and helping you however I can. Guess I just got a bit curious by accident.”

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bristolkay‌:

Much to Bristol’s chagrin, tears fill her eyes when Roman brings up how she’d spent her first few months as a doll. She’d been defiled so many times by so many different men. She lost count within the first couple of days, but that’s just as well; knowing the real number would make her feel even worse, so ignorance is bliss. Bristol sniffs and wipes at her eyes as she tries to collect herself. She doesn’t want Roman to see her cry. She doesn’t want anybody to see her cry. Her heart sinks when he tells her that he’ll be overseeing her training, however. That’s not good. Not for her, anyway. “Wh-what’s going to happen to me, Ro—er, Sir?” Bristol asks shakily.

That dejected, traumatized look is what he’s been waiting for and Roman can’t stop himself from smirk as she caters to this particular desire of his. At that moment, he silently vows to destroy any ounce of pride Bristol may begin to nurture so long as he has the power to do so. “Naturally, I’m going to somehow find a way to make you profitable. That’s my job after all.” Of course, Roman intends to have a grand old time creating a Hell for Bristol that will make her time in the Basement seem like a dream. His eyes are alight with a child-like glee as he relishes in her pooling tears. “Let’s just agree to work hard, together. With me in your corner, you’ll be cleared for service and chugging dicks again in no time at all. That’s a guarantee. Come to my office first thing tomorrow and we’ll get to work. Do you understand me, redband?”

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@daviddoll

Only the brave and the ignorant dare to even look Roman’s way when he’s seated in the Gallery. From a distance, he doesn’t appear to be doing anything but lounging yet a more scrutinous eye can see the predatory glint in his eye. He’s searching----catologing really. Every doll spotted gets a score, a category, and a few notes for later training, but he doesn’t directly acknowledge any of them. Roman is on the hunt and his entire demeanor changes when he makes his mark. Tall, slender but fit, and new, the apparent flavor of the day. God, I’m so bored. Will you be able to spare me from monotony, boy? He’s already moving across the floor, his path perfectly charted to cut the meandering doll off before it has a chance to scurry off. “You look lost,” he states bluntly, offering no introduction. After all, why would he? His authority in these halls is absolute. “Coy attracts fewer residents than you think. At the very least, you can try your hand a seduction. A boy as pretty as you should find fliriting to be trivial.”

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ofmyfury‌:

She’s a task oriented person, always has been, likely always will be. Furè does great on tests, there is a certain high that comes with performing. Having her skill tested, compared to others - been deemed better, winning is addictive. So there is a little flutter of excitement to have Roman play with Fido. She’s confident in her pup’s delivery.

Laughter bubbles on Furè’s lips, quick and sharp. “Of course I am.” The restaurant she’s chosen is less than minutes away, and she leads them towards. “And I doubt you actually can take more time off work. After two weeks you’ll be clawing at the walls going mad with boredom.”

The mention of the Board doesn’t lift her mood, but Furè’s more curious about Abel’s name tossed in the conversation. Reaching the restaurant she offered her coat to the help, tossing Roman a curious eye.

“Abel?” Furè wondered idly if she was being pushed off the prime spot of being Roman’s  protégée. “Am I the only one that doesn’t see the dots connecting here?” She held one hand on her hip, chip tipped up. “Since when are the Von Maur brothers anything but guard dogs. And if them, then why not the other one, at least he’s got some spine.”

He laughs along with her, though there’s something hollow about its tone. The reminder that Strauss won’t be approving any more vacation time and Furé’s astute prediction of his unavoidable boredom take Roman out of his head briefly. His hands furl and unfurl a few times before he returns to the present. Following her lead, he hands off his jacket as well so they can take their seats. “There’s too much work for me to do to allow boredom to affect me. I’ll find ways to keep myself engaged,” he tells her. He’s typically one of the employees quick to abuse his position for a little unsanctioned fun with the dolls when the job gets too monotonous. “I see potential in Abel. His talents are wasted under Greene’s tutelage. I think he’s ready to trade in that uniform of his for a suit.” Roman doesn’t want to delve too deep into the subject of Abel’s promotion with anybody, so he certainly doesn’t like Furé’s keen mind inquiring into the situation. “With so many changes, the trainers need more hands to keep up with the workload. As for the selection, I need a diligent worker, not a wild dog. Ernest is only violent, Abel at least has some wits about him.”

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vidya-gadhavi‌:

Trusting him completely…the idea of that was just as terrifying as the rest of the dolls finding out what she did… 

“Oh, I don’t know…What does it entail?” Vidya inquired. The thought of giving herself completely to him in trust, seemed unbearable. When was the last time she had trusted herself to someone and it didn’t blow up in her face? 

His grin is warm, though it’s mostly to hide the cold look in his eyes. “You, some questions, and a favorite tool of mine. It will help you to open up to me, and then from there, our relationship will begin to mold you into the perfect doll you’re meant to be.” It’s pure luck that he’s one of the first to run into Vidya since her release, and Roman won’t let this golden opportunity slip away. Files having been completely forgotten, he reopens his office and begins to lead her into it. “I promise, you’ll learn and have fun while doing so. Shall I explain the rules of the game?”

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bristolkay‌:

Bristol wants to tell Roman that he’s wrong, that she’s just as much of a human as he is — if not more so. Truth be told, though, she hasn’t felt very much like one lately. Not since she’d been branded like livestock and tossed into a cage in the basement for the guards to use as they saw fit. When Roman reminds her about the former, her fists curl at her sides. Even in a situation like this, Bristol’s just as vain as she’d been on the outside. As such, the once flawless skin of her neck and chest being permanently marred had dealt a pretty big blow to her self esteem. “Bold of you to assume that I want their eyes on me in the first place.” She says with confidence that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I will never be yours.”

He sees Bristol now as he always has----just another stuck-up slut who believes she’s actually worth something. This conversation is utterly pointless... Roman stands up straight to peer down on her again. “If I wanted to determine the amount of cum you swallowed in your short time as a doll, surely I’d have to measure by the gallon,” he deadpans, clearly growing tired of their back and forth. The reality is that no matter how she feels, he’s the one with the power over her life. “You won’t address me by my first name again, redband. I’ll punish you for your slip up later. For now, I just want you to focus on being a little less of a useless cunt.” Roman’s smirk returns as he reels in his temper and begins to imagine all the ways he can screw with her life now in the name of his job. “Tomorrow, your training begins. I’ll be personally be overseeing your progress. We need to get you ready for engagements as soon as possible.”

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daisyismynamenow‌:

Daisy felt a pang when Roman told her that her number 1 spot had been taken by another girl.  Her full bottom lip jutted out a bit, but she nodded and said, “I hope to be able to proove myself soon…of couse, we’re all here for the pleasure of you and the staff and residents. I shouldn’t be concerned with my standing as long as I’m serving.”

He beams. For all intents and purposes, Daisy seems to be back to her more agreeable self. “You’ll have the opportunity to show off your skills in our first training session. Work before pleasure, remember?” However, Roman is most in his element when he’s training a doll so in a way, he’ll have a good time all on his own. “I’m glad you have your priorities straight, but a little ambition won’t hurt,” he says, knocking her chin gently with his knuckle. “Let’s work hard to make you the best little whore in the Gallery once more, okay?”

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madamclaire‌:

Claire leaned herself back, back against the wall as she heard the employee talk. It was quite obvious what role this handsome man was and she was getting interested in him as she heard him talk. “Knowledge is power? Well if I had a problem or something I like to ask, would it be wise to turn to you?” She questioned flipping her hair as she glance over at the papers he’s holding. “My time has been well spent, after all. I do like exploring around and going down to the Gallery to see all the dolls this place have on display. I would say my time is well spent. How much paper work do you have I wouldn’t want to waste your time if you have to leave quickly.” She said knowing full well how busy she could even get and she was curious what information she could get out of this man before he resorted. 

“Well, I am the Head Trainer. I come into contact with more dolls than anyone else.” His new title is a point of pride, and his tone is almost bragging as he discloses this fact about himself. In an instant, he warms up to the interaction. “As I said, there’s no one more suited to help you than I.” Of course, if her needs end up being dull, Roman will do only what’s required per his charge and hand her off to someone else. “Nonsense. I, like the rest of the neighborhood, am here to cater to you. I’m sure looking them over will take up less time than I’m anticipating,” he says, flashing a smile. With so many new residents coming in, Roman knows for a fact that first impressions are at the top Mrs. Strauss’ priority list. He can’t afford to be labeled ‘rude’ so soon after returning. “Roman Solak. Not entirely in charge around her, but definitely a major player. I didn’t happen to catch your name, miss.”

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niighttimestorm‌:

✎   Sure, she had heard rumors - well other people had told her - but they also had collars and she wasn’t sure if she could truly trust them. Not that she could trust this guy either. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Roman. I’m Margot.” She stated as she sat down on the chair opposite him. “I’ve seen different colors. What do they all mean?”

“Silver for the best dolls, blue for those in training...” Roman lists off the colors of the bands effortlessly, giving him plenty of focus to objectify Mouth by her features as he sits. “...tan for the fresh, red for the trouble makers, and then there’s you, a whiteband.” He leans forward on his desk and taps the side of his neck. “You’re a virgin, I assume? At some point since your ... arrival, a doctor would’ve given you a check up to confirm.” He tries to keep is verbal ques in line with a person who’d struggle to discuss the nature of Goldenridge so openly.

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annavioletdollgoldenridge‌:

“Of course Mr. Solak. I want to be a good doll. “ She spoke as she traced the band around her neck. The band was a comfort to her. It meant thar as long as Goldenridge stood, she would be taken care of.  “ I most certainly will stay away from trouble. Why would you want to leave a place like this?”She shook her head. “ Is my file one of those?” She asked curiously.  

“It’s for the best that you don’t waste time trying to understand rule breakers. Simply do as you’re told, and you’ll flourish here.” He hopes, for her sake, that she takes his words to heart. “Most likely, you’re one of many new arrivals and I need to study up. Will I find anything interesting in yours?” 

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madamclaire‌:

Although Claire hasn’t seen many people since she arrived to the place. It almost felt like she really didn’t leave home. After all, there were still people after her due to her ties with her previous gang of assassins. She was fully aware of people after all she did run a little business of her own. A sex trafficking one in fact, if the people she was with were rude she shut them up, if they were deaf or blind she shock them. It was fun to her. Yet when she saw whom she could tell was not a doll yet perhaps a staff member as her eyes looked at what he was holding. “well isn’t someone in a hurry what caught you up in such a hurry? ” She sighed wanting to at least know what his hurry was.

“Post-vacation troubles is all. Nothing you need to concern yourself with, ma’am.” He’s polite enough at the very least, though his interactions with residents are often lacking. It’s no secret that customer service isn’t Roman’s strong suit, but he remembers his last chastizement from Strauss very clearly and does his best to amp up the charm despite his disdain at pandering to a younger woman. “There’ve been a lot of changes here recently. I just need to catch up on some doll files is all. Knowledge is power, after all.” Unfortunately, the information on many of the new dolls is scarce which will only make his job more difficult in the end, but he puts that worry out of his mind for now. “It seems you’re not in much of a hurry though. Are you enjoying your leisure time?”

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ofmyfury‌:

Furè batted her lashes impishly when her recent busy schedule was brought up. It was about time, in her not so humble opinion, to be recognized for being something more than Roman’s protégé. “I always have time for you.” She smirked. “Besides, is there really such thing as too much fun? Fido is shaping to be a most obedient puppy, you should spend a session with him to test my work.” She suggested casually, though her intentions were nothing but casual. The novelty of her pup was wearing off and she was itching for a new doll to train.

“Generous as ever, Mr. Solak. But it just so happens I am always in the mood for a little role reversal.” Furè joked nodding towards the exit.

It’s nice to see her coming into her own, and even nicer to see that she’s stuck with his methods instead of utilizing JJ’s. After all, if she ever wants her career to progress then she’ll have to learn sooner or later that his way is the only way. “Don’t worry, your good times won’t be coming to an end any time soon, not so long as I have something to say about it. As soon as I get a free moment, Fido will be the first doll I play with,” he says, returning her smirk. “Ms. Abdullah, are you flirting with me? Perhaps I should take more time off if this is how you choose to welcome me back,” he chuckles, walking with Furé to the place of her choice. It’s on her dime so he won’t be picky. “I meant it when I said that we’ll be working today, we have much to discuss. Now that I have to focus on getting Abel up to snuff, I’m expecting you to come into your own now more than ever. I may be confident in your skills, but between you and me, the Board still has doubts.”

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 lilacthedoll‌:

Though Lilac was trained to be a mindless doll, she recently had been having more thoughts about how things worked here at Goldenridge. And one of those was about how there was politics at play, even among the trainers. She knew that Roman and JJ didn’t care for one another and since she was trained by JJ, it was very clear to her that Roman didn’t like her either just by relation. At least, that’s what she believed. “I see,” She gave a nod, her expression not changing one bit even as he spoke to her the way he was. She could read his dislike for her all over his face, but she knew better than to push buttons or give answers that would displease the person she was talking to, even if they were talking about throwing her out with the trash like Roman was right now. “If that is what would please you, Sir….I suppose so,” She gave a nod to her head again, not quite answering perfectly with a ‘yes’ as she might have before. Not even realizing it herself as she stood there. 

Everything about her seems fake, and he hates that more than anything. In truth, his dislike of Lilac stems from his resentment of JJ, but he’s completely convinced that her non-traditional training will prove to be a problem despite her proven success. “Always so predictable, aren’t you?” Though his words aren't praising but critiquing. He’s so caught up in his own feelings about Lilac that nothing about her response registers as an issue. “You may have every other employee here fooled, but not me. That smile of yours, I’ll break it. And not just to spite JJ either. I’ll do it because I want to. I want you gone, and in time, I will get rid of you.” Roman is able to speak to her so openly because he thinks it doesn’t matter. He could tell her to forget this conversation and she would per her training. Most dolls would cower under such threats from him, so Lilac’s unchanging expression inspires rage. His fist curls but he doesn’t strike her. No, there will be plenty of time for that later. “So just remember, anything I do to you from here on out you deserve because you are an inadequate doll.”