keep cool, stay tough

"all day, all night, i got the stars in my eyes." Roman Fisher-Brooks. Thirty something rich asshole. Art collector. Also deals with little blue pills of your liking.

[romanfisherbrooks]

sibelerdcgan‌:

LOCATION: SAFEHOUSE & CAR AVAILABILITY: @romanfisherbrooks EVENT: YOU CAN’T ALWAYS WIN [ PLOT DROP 01 ]

Sibel wasn’t a fighter and she wasn’t a killer. There was a world being dealing and holding a gun, aiming at someone and trying to defend your life. Her hands were shaky as she held the firearm and tried to get as many bullets as possible out, in the hopes of making their escape possible. In retrospect, the should have fled as soon as they saw who was at door and not let Roman try to handle it. Later, when the dust would have settle, the dealer would wonder how people like Gabe do this, on a regular basis. But as she flees the scene, her only thoughts are for herself. Her survival. “Go,” she shouted at the man, urging him to exit and struggling to follow as quickly as she should while still trying to cover for them.

Not how it was supposed to fucking go. Roman was supposed to be able to handle the situation. When the cops came knocking to their door, he was surprised. Nobody knew of this little secret, but obviously someone did. He had tried the whole squatter schtick; answering the door in his underwear and unbuttoned shirt, yeah officer, been livin’ here the entire year, you know...gonna win that pony ride big and move out of this place. Only, they hadn’t fallen for this. And then Sibel had a gun, and he was scrabbling to put his trousers back on and making a run for it out the back. “Shit, shit, shit! Where’s the fucking keys!?” He grabbed them, and the knapsack he had brought with him. “Sisi, let’s fucking go!” They weren’t on nickname bases, and Roman was high, but he wasn’t dumb enough to give the cops their real names, anyway. 

[lvsfunniest]

people of las vegas + onion headlines - 1/?

@romanfisherbrooks // @sibelerdcgan // @mateovicario // @olivia–sullivan // @dtctvbeefcake // @dilcnadin

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kyra-ascher‌:

Open Starter

“Are you looking for someone, or… what?” she asked, hard pressed to hide the annoyance in her voice. People were always wandering around the hospital, something that always set her on edge, even though it had yet to turn into a bad situation. She had just seen too much television to trust the hall wanderers. “I can point you in the right direction or even escort you, if you would like,” she offered, her eyebrow dangerously close to arching as she waited for the person to reply.

“Uhh yeah...do you which way is the...uhh...” Roman usually knew the hospital like the back of his hand. He used to come around a lot as a kid, the perks of having a sick parent. But right now, holding a bunch of flowers while he was searching for the opposite thing then what he used to come for. “Uhh...a friend of mine just had a baby. I heard it’s a girl, and I just wanted to say congratulations...So I guess, the pregnant people ward is what I’m looking for?” 

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olivia--sullivan‌:

Open Starter

“Excuse me, have you seen an angry brunette charge through here? About my height, answers to Charlie?” This was not the first time she had lost her in a club, and would undoubtedly not be the last. She always made an attempt to find her at the beginning and if she did not resurface in a few hours, but for now, she was not too worried. It was not like Charlie could not handle herself, anyway. Resolving herself to at least start the process of getting drunk, she made her way to the bar and flashed a smile at the bartender and person next to her. “Alright, what are we drinking tonight?”

“Why talk about Charlie, when we could talk about you and me, chica?” Roman sidled up to Olivia, an arm on her shoulder as he steered her away from the dancefloor. He too, wasn’t worried about Charlie’s whereabouts. If anyone should have been worried, it would have to be the person Charlie was with. “Whatever you wanna drink, sweetheart. Put it on my tab.” Gesturing to the bartender, “Keep them coming, good sir.” And with that, Roman turned his attention to Olivia, fully. “How have you been? I don’t know if my dearest Charlie has been passing my messages, but I’ve missed seeing your face around, Livvy.” 

[mcavoy]

ANCHORS AWEIGH dir. George Sidney

[romanfisherbrooks]

@mcntoya

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mcntoya‌:

Great. This was the last thing the Delphines needed —- a rich boy that bit more than he could chew. “I didn’t come because of you.” If he were to say what he was thinking, Rafe wouldn’t have minded coming to the scene only to find Roman’s bloody body on the floor. If it were only up to Rafe, Roman would be found in a ditch somewhere, along with every loose end that he created. He looked around the room, seeing the unconscious man on the floor. He made a mental note to question that one later before throwing him in an unmarked grave. Although he was annoyed, the Capo remained on alert —- things seemed calm, almost too much so. He put his gun back before he looked “Wanna tell me what the fuck happened?” 

“Well...---can we move out of here? I don’t like the look of that guy.” Roman gestured to the body on the floor, clearly uncomfortable around the fact that he may or may not have killed someone. Besides, Roman liked drugs. But he didn’t like death. In his version of an ideal world, no one died over their happy pills. So he walked away from the kitchen, collecting his thoughts. “Uhh, so I come here right? Because Natalie is such a generous host, always makes these amazing lemon bars okay, you gotta try them...But yeah! Where was I...??” Roman could use a lemon bar right now. “Okay yeah, so I come over like I always do with her delivery, and the door’s open. So I’m like, “sweet, maybe she really wants to amp the romance”, because you really should see her, she’s pretty hot as well...ANYWAYS I come here and the door’s open...” His hands are shaking and he’s rambling; Roman doesn’t like this situation. “So...she’s not here. In the kitchen. It’s kinda scary because where the fuck are my lemon bars, right? So I go looking, and I find...tape on the stairs. Immediate hackles raised, bro. And next thing you know, there’s an asshole lunging for me. And...uhhh, I called you. Haven’t found Nat yet. Shucks, bro. I hope she’s alive.” 

[romanfisherbrooks]

matthcwgray‌:

“Dude, the number of times I’ve heard that joke,” He said, shaking his head. Matt tried to give him a chuckle, he liked Roman. He was one of the only people he could stand. “I’m thinking a nice old game of 21. I wanna win some money quickly, and we all know poker ain’t it. You down?”

“That’s the best part about jokes, you can tell them over and over, my guy!” Settling down beside Matt, Roman was quick to order his first drink of the night while his buddy thought over their options. “Twenty one, huh?” The drink was quick to come, and Roman was quicker to tip their bartender an extra amount to keep the drinks coming their way. “You know what? I’m feeling lucky. Let’s choose a dealer, because I know for a fact...” He moved in closer, voice dropping a bit. “...Marcelo over there, keen eye and too fucking good at his job.” 

[romanfisherbrooks]

cchcrliie‌:

Work had been stressing Charlie out lately. More and more dead bodies have been piling up around Las Vegas. While a few were tourists being dumb in the City of Sin, a majority of it was mob related meaning Charlie had to somehow cover their tracks. Roman’s presence was more of a breath of fresh air. His quirkiness and random perverted jokes kept her mind away from the massacres going on in Las Vegas. Arching a brow toward the man, Charlie didn’t bother replying as she knew the drill; he’d tell a joke and continue with it with or without her approval. Most of the time the woman would shake her head, blow air from her nostrils as a small smile would form, however this time Charlie actually laughed at the joke. “That’s a good one, Rome,” she complimented, falling on the couch. “Your jokes are finally getting better.”

“Why thank you, Charlie. I’ve going to these open mic nights around town, and trying my luck there. Most of them have been misses, but that’s how you start a career in comedy. You get heckled and then you get praised. Or at least, go viral.” Roman shrugged, going back to his phone as he kicked his feet up. He would have been an idiot, and not to mention, a terrible friend, if he hadn’t noticed Charlie’s less than jolly demeanour over the weeks, and while he wasn’t in the habit of asking questions, he didn’t do well under less than jolly. Life was meant to be light and breezy, after all. “So, I was thinking we go out for Taco Tuesdays. And you could bring that cute little piece of ass you call a best friend along, so I can finally get her number. Or check out this new Chinese place they opened here. I hear the duck’s pretty good.” 

[romanfisherbrooks]

“Hey there, my guy. Lookin’ like the opposite of grey, I see!” This was how a standard Roman greeting went; pats on the back, that glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and a smirk that looked like it was holding more secrets than accompanying a greeting. “So, what are lookin’ at tonight? Cards, roulette...a good old game of poker, perhaps? I’m feeling king size.” @matthcwgray

[romanfisherbrooks]

“Hey Charlie, wanna hear a joke? Okay here it goes...” He didn’t even wait for her to look up as he said this, for he was finding it too hard to contain the laughter that was threatening to erupt. “Okay, so...what do you someone masturbating into open water?” He wanted to wait for Charlie’s answer, but again, he could barely keep it together. “...a A Free Willy!” And with that, he collapsed into a fit of laughter. @cchcrliie

[romanfisherbrooks]

“Hey man, thanks so much for coming. Uhh, I knocked like one of them out with a saucepan but I’m pretty sure more are on their way.” Roman was good at this. He never had any problems delivering; he was good looking, and he talked the talk while walking the walk. Things like shootouts over his goods? Never happened. “The thing’s in the kitchen...” The gun in the other guy’s hand was scary, much scarier than Charlie’s taser. @mcntoya

[minkakcllyrps]

Matt Lanter in 03x03 Vision

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# grown siblings fighting over tamagotchis

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