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[romanxkincaid]

nico

    “Listen, if you touch your god damn fork to my god damn plate, I’ll cut your fingers off.” He threatened, but there was a lightness to his tone. “Don’t touch my bacon, don’t touch my eggs.”

“Quit your crying, I’m not gonna touch your food, man.” He shot back with that easy laugh, “Least not until after my smoke.”

[romanxkincaid]

althaea

As soon as Althaea walked out of the two story family home that she shared with one other person, she saw that dreaded motorcycle. That horrible bike that she said she was going to trash. And, hell, there was no time like the present in her mind. So she went back up the stairs and grabbed the first thing she could find. It happened to be a bat which was good enough for her. When she got back down the stairs, she kicked the bike as hard as she could onto the ground. To be honest, it was a little heartbreaking hurting a precious motorcycle like that, but she was too angry to care right now. Next thing she knew, she was slamming the bat down onto every part of the bike over and over again until it started falling apart. After a few moments, the bike was almost a pile of junk on the ground and the bat was starting to slowly break. So Aly sat down on the curb next to it and let out a sigh. Hearing someone walking by didn’t divert her gaze away from the broken piece of junk in front of her though. All she did was hold up the bat. “Wanna take a swing?”

“Was wondering what that fucking noise was,” he muttered as he walked up onto the scene, eyeing the bike. All too soon his gaze was shifting to her, “Bike looks a little familiar.” He spoke the words despite the grin that curved one side of his lips. Hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans as he reached her, “You doing alright?”

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jackie

“Oh trust me, I did. He told me to go somewhere that I won’t repeat.” The lack of offense on her face spoke volumes of how the staff at The Alibi Room would tease one another, especially during hectic nights. “Nah don’t compromise yourself with the boys just for my sake. I’m just annoyed that you had to wait since you’re one of my favorite tables. Why aren’t you over there with the others?”

“Sounds about right,” he mused with a chuckle. Most days he wasn’t working, Roman was likely to be found at either the clubhouse or The Alibi Room. He was far too predictable. “Trying to butter me up for something?” He grinned while leaning back in his chair, gazing up at her. “Needed a change in conversation,” he spoke with a roll of his shoulders. Though it wasn’t exactly the truth, he’d needed to step away, to let his mind have a break from the unending conversation with the boys.

[animalkingdomdaily]

[frenchquarter]

[romanxkincaid]

frenchquarter:

the quarter welcomes ROMAN KINCAID the THIRTY year old WELDER. Roman has been living in New Orleans for SIXTEEN YEARS and he is said to be known around town for being PLAYFUL and RELIABLE but can also be DISTRACTIBLE and IMPATIENT.

SEVEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

Do you believe in love at first sight: Hell fucking no.

Have you ever broken someone’s heart: Shit, probably. Who fucking knows anymore.

Are you afraid of commitments: I’ve got tattoos.

Have you ever had a secret admirer: Probably when I was a kid.

Have you ever broken your own heart?: Nope.

What’s your ideal date: Taking a ride on my bike, finding somewhere to eat and grab a drink.

Do you think you’ll ever get married? If so, how do you imagine your wedding: Shit, maybe. I don’t know, in a church somewhere?

SIX CHOICES

Love or lust: Lust.

Wild night out or romantic night in: Wild night out.

Day or night: Night.

Summer or winter: Summer.

Morning or afternoon: Afternoon.

Books or movies: Movies.

FOUR HAVE YOU EVERS

Been caught sneaking out: Couple times when I was a teen. Mom didn’t much like it.

Fallen down/up the stairs: Fallen down a couple times, mainly when I was plastered.

Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt?: Nah, usually just take what I want.

Wanted to disappear: Nope.

♜ — Pride, honor, respect; these were the morals taught to a young boy by a father that was gone more often than not. Fighting for his country, fighting for a better life for his wife and son; the reasons were plenty, but those didn’t satisfy a boy that only wished to toss a football back and forth with his father, to learn how to ride a bike by the singular man he looked up to. His childhood was spent receiving letters in the mail from destinations unknown, waiting for a holiday to show up so that he could see his father once again. It was a struggle during those early years, of knowing that his father was doing his job, but yearning for that bonding he saw other boys getting in his neighborhood. Those were hard years, but the ones to follow were only going to be harder.

The protocol when a Marine dies is for two uniformed servicemen to show up at one’s door, to notify the surviving family of the untimely death and provide the next steps. Though the young boy was present during this time, the ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing the words of comfort that left the servicemen. He was eight years old when his father was killed in action, killed doing what he needed to protect a country that he loved. Roman never understood it, hated his father for leaving him. He was young, and could only think of all the things he’d missed out on due to his father’s profession. But he never voiced any of it, saw the struggle his mother went through each day without his father.

The struggle only continued as Roman grew older, becoming more of a handful than his mother had wished for. He was diagnosed a few years after his father’s death with a case of ADHD; Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. He was a whirlwind of thoughts, consistently shifting from one topic to the next, unable to remain focused long enough. The following months consisted of one doctor’s appointment after the next, learning all that they could of his condition and how to treat it. In the end, his treatment consisted of medication that would inevitably keep him numb to the world. Roman became a zombie, a drastic difference from the boy that he had been. And eventually, unknown to his mother for the first while, he stopped taking his medication.

It wasn’t long or hard for his mother to determine what was happening, especially when Roman became a handful and so much more. With the struggle of keeping them afloat, she was at her wit’s end when it came to dealing with a child who couldn’t sit still, who refused to take medication she believed would help him. In the end, after much discussion with his uncle and aunt, it was set that Roman would move down to New Orleans, to live with them and be better looked after while he finished out his teenage years. His mother thought it was the best option for him, to succeed where she had not. It was almost expected that he go against that as well.

Feeling left out, feeling different only followed Roman to his new home. He acted out in brand new ways, seeking any form of rebellion that he could get his hands onto. With a new high school to attend, he found a new group of friends. It didn’t help that these kids were otherwise labeled as the wrong crowd. From petty theft to breaking and entering, Roman did what he could to find entertainment, to keep the adrenaline coursing through his system. It was almost like fate that Roman found himself in the midst of the Black Wolves, roped into the life that he found exhilarating. With a mind that wouldn’t quit buzzing, and the notion that he likely wouldn’t complete high school like a normal student, it was almost expected that Roman obtained his GED and found himself joining the Black Wolves as an established member.

1. WHAT’S YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR FAMILY LIKE?

“Dad died when I was a kid, haven’t seen my mom since I was a teen. Had a pretty decent relationship with my aunt and uncle, but they stopped trying to see me when I joined up with the MC. Can’t blame ‘em, they had their hands full with me. Now I got a better family to deal with my ass.”

2. WHO WERE YOU IN HIGH SCHOOL? WHAT WAS THAT EXPERIENCE LIKE FOR YOU?

“The fucking problem kid. Couldn’t keep myself still long enough to learn anything. Then I was too doped up to even care. Never got to graduate with my class, was shipped down here then teachers thought it’d be better if I got my GED. Least I graduated earlier. A fucking whirlwind, that’s for sure.”

3. WHAT WOULD YOU SAY YOU’RE KNOWN AS AROUND TOWN? HOW DO YOU THINK OTHERS PERCEIVE YOU?

“With or without the cut? People probably think I’m that loud asshole, never keeps his damn mouth shut. Not sure most people care to take the time to perceive me, or are probably just too scared to; whatever, doesn’t much matter to me, not gonna change anything.”

4. HAS ANYTHING HAPPENED TO YOU IN YOUR LIFE THAT HAS DRASTICALLY CHANGED WHO YOU ARE NOW AS A PERSON?

“When my dad died, things got real for a while, turned my house upside down. Then my mom struggled with raising me, don’t blame her for what she did but damn did that fucking suck. Guess a lot of shits happened in my life, changed me in one way or another. Got locked up for a few stints, fucked around a bit, the list goes on, man.”

5. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE CURRENT HEADLINES OF ANANYA LAGHARI? DID YOU KNOW HER? DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON WHO WAS BEHIND HER DEATH?

“Shit sucks, but people die. Fucking circle of life and all that bullshit. Town’s in a fucking tizzy though, and that shit ain’t good for business.”

roman kincaid is portrayed by ben robson.

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[romanxkincaid]

starter for @mcnixajcksn​

“What time you getting done with this shit?” And by shit, he meant her time at the shop, where he’d come to meet her like he so often did. “Heard about this fucking thing going down tonight. Got some party favors, too. You in?” He questioned expectantly.

[romanxkincaid]

baja

“I’m not sure I worked the other night.” Yeah, she did. She was the only one who closed early out of her and her mother, her mother always sticking to the times. “Well, you’re here now right before I lock the doors. So, good timing on you… But you’re here for a reason and I’m no mind reader, so what is it?”

“Tends to happen when the shop’s closed up early,” he lifted his shoulders in a half-ass shrug. Though he hadn’t actually come by the shop, not for a while now at least. “One of my many good qualities,” he quipped with a grin, straightening himself up now. “Came by to get some more tea.”

[romanxkincaid]

Roman Kincaid + Aesthetic

"FORGET ABOUT PRINCE CHARMING. GO FOR THE WOLF. HE CAN SEE YOU BETTER, HEAR YOU BETTER AND EAT YOU BETTER."

[animalkingdomdaily]

[romanxkincaid]

animalkingdomdaily:

Where were you last night, man? I texted you, like, 10 times.

[romanxkincaid]

baja

“—-I’ll have you know I always stay open t’ill close. Today’s just a day where I thought, ‘mmm I don’t think anyone else is going to come in, I can close shop’.” She commented, watching the man.

“Always, huh? Pretty sure I came by the other night, good hour or so before close. Door felt pretty locked to me,” he stepped up to the counter, easily leaning against it. “Lucky you, I know just when to show up.”

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jackie

“Sorry that took so long, apparently we’re prioritizing the hooligans at the pool tables before everybody else. It’s dumb, but what can ya do? I don’t make the rules, I just follow ‘em.” Placing the requested drink in front of the individual, she offered them a semi-apologetic smile before glancing up at the sound of glass breaking across the bar in the direction of her aforementioned patrons. “Some guys just can’t hold their liquor…”

Heel tapping at the floor, leg bouncing up and down from an impatience not due to the long wait for his drink. This Roman could be patient for; it was the length between jobs that had him jostling his leg up and down, back and forth. “Should have a word with whoever makes ‘em,” he quipped, glancing at the drink as it was set before him. “You want me to have a word with them?” He questioned, tilting his head in the direction the noise had come from.

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baja

         “Store’s closed, come back again tomorrow.” It wasn’t, not for another hour at least. But she was tired, her mom left to meet her dad and it had been dead all day.

“Bullshit. You ever actually stay open till close?” He countered before proceeding into the shop, glancing around only momentarily.

[demelzahcarne]