The Archer;

Roman. make it interesting. building 2: apt: 103

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gottharttt:

“Did you know that if this was Colonial America, there would have probably been an event before this one or competing with this one that would’ve encouraged the immorality of masquerade balls and the foreign influence. In fact, they bothered people so much that there was a whole anti-masquerade movement that grew from it. Interesting, huh?”

“Did you know I really didn’t ask?” Roman snarled looking around the bar. The place was filled with loud and drunk people, not that it was never like this, however, because of the even it was unusually loud with drunk people. The place seemed a lot more crowded and he was waiting on a guy to make one of the biggest deal of the year. Not this guy who sat next to him giving him facts about a masquerade ball. “Why aren’t you drinking and getting wasted like the rest of these dumbasses’ out here?” he questioned not knowing why the young man chose to sit there. He couldn’t tell who he was sitting next to from the mask the young guy wore, however, compared to Roman, everyone was young.

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dvrciie:

the sudden voiced startled darcie, causing her to let out a high pitched squeak. clearly she was more tipsy than she thought, especially as she slightly stumbled into the front of her car. there he was, roman, or the homeless stalker as bellamy infamously called him. roman, roman, roman - the brooding man who most likely sold body parts on the blackmarket or occupied his time stealing candy from babies, or so darcie had come to think. his appearance was that of a bad boy she had been warned about her entire life, his body language showed off his masculinity and his voice was always rough sounding, as if he had just finished smoking and entire pack of cigarettes. normally, a man so rugged would have darcie panicked, fearing someone like him could easily overpower her small frame. yet somehow, the brunette never felt fearful around him. he voice was unusually soft when he spoke to her, as if she was a small kitten he was trying to coax to him. 

“you,” she said, “pointing her finger at roman, “come to complain about my bakery again or to kidnap me and sell me to the highest bidder? well, not kidnap, i’m an adult, so i guess… adultnap?” darcie could feel her cheeks growing hot and she wasn’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the man standing in front of her. she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find him attractive. he was a mystery to her - so manly looking yet unusually sweet to her, even choosing less inappropriate words just to cater to her. he mad her heart race and also knew how to push all her buttons just to get a reaction out of her. every time he would come to her bakery, she would spot him even before he reached the door. his cool demeanor as he walked to the front door and she would stare long enough before he caught her. she ‘d occupy her time decorate cupcakes in the back while bellamy handled him. she was never brave enough to talk to him without him instigating it first. darcie was too awkward, too clumsy to ever play it cool in front of him.

trying to balance her drunken self, darcie folded her hands across her chest as she tried to suppress another alcohol induced laugh. “do yourself a favor and do not buy a mini cooper. i think the british are trying to get back at us for throwing all of that tea in the harbor 300 years ago. any chance you want to use those nice arms and help me with this  — “ oh gosh. did she just tell him he has NICE arms? darcie had half the mind to sprint out of there, but then she’d look like she was absolutely insane. nervously, she played with the hem of her dress, trying to somehow cover up her tracks. “you know what? i’ll just call the 24 hour mechanic. I’m sure you have much better things to do that stand outside with me this late.”

Roman couldn’t help but laugh at everything Darcie was doing. She was probably going to wake up completely embarrassed and that was honestly the last thing he wanted. Or maybe she wouldn’t even acknowledge their meeting in the morning and this was something he was expecting her to do. He wouldn’t be upset if she did choose that route, by now he was used to everyone thinking he was a creep or a monster and it didn’t bother him one bit because deep down, he was a monster. He wanted to stay away from her as much as he could, no matter how bad he yearned for her presence. She of all people didn’t deserve to be around the negativity Roman brought, especially since she was filled with love, warmth, and sunshine.

“Is that what you think of me?” he asked his thoughts quickly shifting away as the brunette spoke. Of all things, she thought he would harm her? In any way? “Is that what you think I do? Sell women to the highest bidders?” Maybe he looked the part. with his long locks and the way he dressed. However, that was something he could never do or even think about doing. “Well like half the other people around here, those assumptions are wrong. Sweetheart.” His voice steady and calm. If it were any other person who had made those remarks, he would have left them there to figure it out on their own. This was Darcie, the girl who was too sweet and pure for this cruel world, she wasn’t anyone else.

“Nawh, you don’t have to do that” he added towards her comment about calling a mechanic. “Me and my nice arms will do the job” he joked walking over to her drivers side of the car. “Want me to show you so the next time you know what you’re doing instead of waiting for the car to just magically work?” he asked laughing at his own comment. He could already tell what was wrong with her car, she had unintentionally left her lights on and most likely her battery was dead. Roman’s vehicle was parked a few parking spots across from her car where he had car jumpers in the back of his trunk, like every car should for in-case emergencies. 

Opening her driver’s door, he lifted the small handle before walking out pulling the hood up quickly attaching it to the hood prop. “I need you to turn your car on when I ask you to do so. Can you do that for me?” He asked turning around to look at the brunette who tried to keep herself together. 

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Roman Davis: Masquerade attire.

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FINE. I won't throw your mail away, but I'm also not going to deliver it to you. I will leave it at your doorstep on my way out.

Why not come in for a drink? By drink I mean Orange Juice?

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Hot or Not - that cockroach under your bed

Hot or Not- the cockroach that works in your bakery?

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The hood of my car is NOT a bench.

So, I should probably quit imagining you sitting on top of your car with a sexy outfit?

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rxninsummers:

“ on the night i’ve come to ask you if you wanna have a drink too. ” ronin replied walking up to the other as he grimaced at the smell. “ what died in here? ”

“Sorry you had to smell this shit....literally. “ Roman shook his head not understanding why it smelled like this. “I’m always down for drinks man. Could probably make the smell a little tolerable”

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noelmoorehq:

“God if you bother that easy by a smell why bother moving to an apartment building?”

“When I moved here 15 years ago, this place wasn’t filled with disgusting smells or people ....kind of like your age.” 

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bennydecavalacante:

“ fucking ripe man. ” he covered his nose with the back of his hand. “ what the hell happened in this place. ”

“I don’t know man’ you tell me. Did you see anything pass by? Or an animal? I need answers.”

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clairexbennett:

“Oh, don’t bother. I’m leaving anyways. I think you’re being a bit generous with your choice of metaphor there…I would even go as far as to say it smells like something died in here.”

“God, you are absolutely right. It smells worse than a pigs pen in here. Who let the God damn animals out in here? I can’t wait to find the person who did this”

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amaliasummers:

“It’s probably just you. You look like the kind of guy who forgets to shower on a regular basis.”

“You think I would be hurt by now with those snarky comments, but I deal with 15 year old girls as yourself on a daily basis”

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dvrciie:

— @romandaviss​

Just one drink, that’s all. One drink and then I’ll go home and, put on my favorite baggy shirt and binge watch Netflix. What a lie that turned out to be. Those words were repeated in Darcie’s naive mind until an hour into hanging out with Erin. One drink led to another and soon enough, the brunette was dancing around Erin’s apartment courtesy of the new feeling of being tipsy. Vodka and Sprite  —   a new favorite drink Darcie would have to remember for the next rare occasion when alcohol hit her lips. Giggling, as if she was a fifteen year old meeting Justin Bieber, Darcie said goodbye to Erin and headed out of her apartment building. 

Pushing open the glass doors, Darcie clutched onto her dress, unhappy about the sudden temperature drop. Still, the extra pep in her step didn’t die down as the alcohol continue to run through her veins. “The moon is so beautiful,” Darcie’s cheery voice rang out for absolutely no one but herself to here, “but screw you wind. I want summer weather.” Growing closer to her apartment building, Darcie’s heart began to sink as she noticed the headlights to her mini cooper shining brightly in front of her.

“No, no, no. I left my lights on? Please don’t be dead. I have stupid inventory to do in the morning. ” Running towards her car, she yanked open the drivers side door and slid in. Her cold hands fumbled for the keys in her small purse, finally feeling some relief as she felt the familiar metal. Yet again, the relief was replaced by disappointment as her car only replied back with sputtering. Dead. Her car was dead in the middle of the night where she was all alone. Pushing open her door with great frustration, she headed for the hood of her car, popping it open to take a look inside. “What the hell am I even doing,” she mumbled to herself, firmly placing her hands on her hips, “i literally have no idea what I’m even looking at!”

It was an absolute coincidence when Roman walked out of building three apartment 203. He wasn’t here for a hookup as some would assume, he was here for serious business. A girl on this floor knew how to get into anything that was secured wisely. He had a file to decrypt and the only person he knew how to do it was Sophia. This is why he was around building three, when he spotted the brunette who made him blush intensely every time he saw her he couldn’t help but hold his breath. He watched her for a few minutes, eyeing her movements. Her coordinates were off and seemed a lot slower than usual. Was she? No, the sweet, innocent Darcie was drinking? “Erin” he rolled his eyes knowing it had to be her of all people to corrupt such an innocent soul.

Eyeing her carefully, he placed his hand on the back of his neck wondering if it was a good idea to approach the brunette. He loved seeing her around, he often came to the bakery to see her even though she would pay no attention to him. Most of the time the employer he got was the brunette who lacked a happy bone in herself and had an insult prepared for every time she saw him. Shrugging his irrelevant thoughts away he quickly glanced at his watch then back at her. It was late, he didn’t want to approach her yet he did not want to leave her stranded and for once he felt stuck.

He didn’t want her to think he was stalking her. That was the last thing he wanted to do, to scare her away. He watched her puzzle look as she placed her hands on her hips and he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. If he walked away, this would have haunted him for the rest of his night. Was she okay? Did she get home? Did she get kidnapped? Murdered? What? His mind often rushed to negative thoughts as he was so used to seeing the bad. “fuck..” he mumbled as he clasped his hands together walking towards her. “Hey sunshine” he smirked crossing his arms. “You look like you need a little help. I assume, you need some help?” he asked cocking an eyebrow. His voice was low, and his eyes were steadily fixed upon her. She was different. Pure, innocent, and he wanted to be just as good as she was when he was around her. 

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dvrciie:

“No, you’re arrogance is not on my list of things I love. That’s reserved for things such as flowers and chocolate chip cookies. I guess you better clean up after yourself before the landlord does his rounds.”

“I can be chocolate and flowers...er’ if you’re into all that kind of stuff.. I mean. Fuck the landlord, he needs to control whoever is letting the hallway smell like shit. I for sure aint’ gotta worry about shit...I mean stuff. Cursing around you is kind of hard. I admit.”

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dvrciie:

“I figured it came from you. The smell matches your attitude.”

“You know I love it when you get a little feisty like that. It’s a complete turn on, plus, I thought you loved my attitude.”

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@romandaviss

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isabelleharrris:

Isabelle’s slight internal panic attack halted the second the message said read. Her phone began to ring loudly, and she quickly pressed decline. And of course, Roman, being the most stubborn and hardheaded person in the universe, continuously called her. “No calls only text” she wrote him. Finally, the older man got the hint that she couldn’t talk on the phone. However, Isabelle didn’t have a clue as to what hotel she was in right then. However, she remembered there was a time, when she and Roman were on good terms, that she checked her phone one day to see that he had shared her location indefinitely with himself. Isabelle never said anything about it to him – it was both sweet and psychotic. And if anybody should be aware of her whereabouts, it was definitely Roman. But thank god he did. Isabelle’s heartbeat began to slow down when he confirmed that he was coming to get her. Roman, no matter how hard things go between the two of them, was always there for Isabelle. Every single time.

The two pigs didn’t quite notice how her phone kept ringing, and it was probably a good thing that they didn’t. “its a hotel..penthouse so top floor. please hurry.” The last text that she sent him before putting her phone away. One of the two boneheads, man #2, slid his body up from sitting on the floor to join Isabelle on the couch. He subtly tried to wrap his arm around her shoulders, but Isabelle was a bit quicker than him. “Honey, no,” She waved her finger in his face, “This is dress is Saint Laurent – Saint Laurent. So keep your filthy fucking hands away from it.” She hissed at him. Man #1 joined in, and also took a seat beside Isabelle, “It’s okay baby, you won’t have to worry about it if you take it off,” He told her, his thick eyebrow raised. The smug look on his face made Isabelle want to slap the shit out of him, but she knew that would probably land her in a whirlwind of trouble. She wasn’t quite sure what the two men intended on doing with her, but she knew she didn’t feel safe. From the jump, Isabelle got a bad vibe from man #1, but found herself stuck with him anyways. Quick thinking, Isabelle made her next move. “Let’s do some more blow,” She said, hopping off of the couch. Just as she got off, she felt man #1′s hand grab her ass. She nearly jumped out of her skin before turning to shoot him the nastiest scowl her face could produce. “Couldn’t resist.” He told her with a wink. She attempted to play it cool, “It’s not time for all of that yet.”

After grabbing her bag to reveal her own stash of coke, she dropped the baggy on the table. She couldn’t think of a better way to distract the low lives than to shove more drugs down their throats. The table was already filled with cocaine, xanax, prescription bottles, and various other substances. She figured this could buy her some more time.

A few minutes had gone by, they were now blasting their shitty electronic music on a large Bose speaker. Weren’t they a bit old for this kind of music? Whatever, not her business. The three were still sitting around the table, and man #1 decided it was time for him to make a big boy move. He laid his head down on Isabelle’s shoulder, and then proceeded to start kissing her neck. Isabelle’s eyes widened before she shoved him away and bitch slapped him across the face. “Don’t fucking touch me you piece of shit.” She yelled over the speaker. Man #2 then grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. “Oh, this one likes it rough I see,” He cooed, a scummy smile spread across his face before he proceeded to grope her.

The speed he was going was exactly at 95 mph and at this rate he did not care who pulled him over, or tried to. His eyes were fixed on the road glancing now and then to the lit up screen that held the directions to the blonde. As he got closer and closer, his body began to pump adrenaline as he thought of all the possible trouble she could have gotten into. “Fuck” he mumbled under his breath as he received Isabelle’s double text. He pursed his lips not bothering to reply as he made it clear he was on his way. 

Taking his last exit, Roman raced through his last few turns he had left breaking the red lights that stood in his way, as he had only one goal in mind to get to Isabelle. When he reached his destination, he read her text where she endowed him of details of her exact whereabout. 

“ISABELLE” He yelled nearing her door, unable to keep quiet as he had only one objective and that was to bring her home safe. Stumbling upon her closed door, Roman did not hesitate to kick the door open. It wasn’t meant to be a heroic gesture, it was suppose to scare whoever was in there with her. What was up with him and breaking doors down now a days? He didn’t know, but it was beginning to become a hobby. 

His eyes shifted to the table which had different types of drugs laid out for the three then back at the scoundrels who were looking at Roman, yet still had their hands wrapped around Isabelle. This was enough to drive him off the edge, he didn’t think twice, he ran over to one of them, grabbing him by the collar, throwing him against the apartment wall before grabbing the other douche pushing him against the wall hard. He wanted to end their lives and make sure they felt a slow and painful death, however, sending them to a coma didn’t seem half as bad.

“Touch her again and i’ll break your fingers off” he hissed at the guy his hands tightly wrapped around his throat. “You hear me?” he scowled tightening his grip. He could feel him losing his breath and he knew he had to let go but he didn’t want to. His body was filled with rage but he knew he had to let go. Reluctantly letting go, he watched the man fall to the floor before grabbing Isabelle’s arm heading out. He didn’t give her a second to recollect her belonging, he wanted to get out and he wanted her out of that room quickly.

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finnsvntos:

“——-okay?”

“Why do you expect me to reply? How do you expect me to reply?”

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“Alright, I’m moving. It smells like shit in this hallway corridor. What a coincidence that it had to be my hallway. “