Russell Torrance

Russell Torrance Stage Dad / Manager for Ruby Torrance ------- It's a kind of spiritual snobbery that makes people think they can be happy without money.

[russelltorrance]

txtumsgrace‌:

tatum didn’t drive–and since moving to la, she really didn’t see a point in changing that. between uber and lyft and actual fucking taxis, there was no reason to have your own car unless you were a self-entitled douche-bag who needed a way compensate for your shriveled up dick.

case in point: russell fucking torrance. 

the parking lot was uneven, the driver’s door giving way to gravity and slipping from her hand as soon as it was opened. still in her own seat attempting to put on her heels, tatum paused at the sound of a familiar voice straining to be heard over the sound of his own ego dragging along on the pavement behind him. she grimaced, considering staying put, then letting out a heavy sigh before climbing out of the car and walking to the other side. tatum was quick to step in front of the driver–some sweet old hispanic lady that was totally unprepared for russell’s rage, telling her to get back in the car and that she’d handle it. only when esmerelda was inside the car with the door shut behind her did tatum turn back around, a hand on her hip and attitude on her face. “look, it was a fucking accident. you’ve got insurance, she’s got insurance. it’s handled.” 

tatum tried to cool his temper, though she knew better than to think he’d let any of them take the easy way out of this. she was just hoping to get through this before he put two and two together and realized who she was–russ wasn’t exactly the most observant man she’d ever met. 

She was a familiar sight, but her name? Candy? Thumper? What stripper name fit best? Russell hadn't cared enough to remember in the moment when he was using her services. Whores were a dime a dozen. "You think an illegal like her has insurance? Let's stop dreaming here, sweetheart. How's she going to pay for all the damage she's done? Look at that goddamn scratch." Russell's hand swiped over where the other door had hit it, a minor damage that could be touched up, but everything was magnified under his eye. "What are you going to do about this, huh? If it's not her, looks like it's on you to figure this shit out before I get the cops down here and have her shipped off to Tequila."

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mrvandaan‌:

“Iemand is vandaag in een pisarme bui?” Tammy’s first thought was what the hell is Russell Torrance doing parking up outside a gay bar? It might have something to do with the strip club across the road, but – stranger things had happened. Besides, Tammy wasn’t due on stage for another hour, and the chance Russell presented was just too good to resist.

“Come on, it’s just a scratch.” He hopped up on the bonnet of the Corvette, giving Russell a saucy wink. “What are you gonna do? Spank me?”

There was a tickle of temptation that Russell would never admit to, not even to himself. It was a bodily pull, a little ripple within the veins, that made his eyes shift to the bar across from where he had come out of, but that wasn't anyone's business. It wasn't even something he'd give a second thought to, not now, not ever. He was already too distracted by the other jumping up on his car, that damn wink and shit-eating words coming to bite him. All he could conjuring in his mind was what he had already done with Taliesin, the scenario too similar for him to take lightly.

"Goddamn twink, get the Hell off," he growled before grabbing for his upper arm, literally shoving him off of the hood. "You're gonna get this fixed, or so help you, you'll be wishing I was only beating your ass."

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luciansola‌:

Lucian had spent a long time and a lot of money making sure he could bring at least a few of his favoured cars over from England when he had hopped across the pond. But his pride and joy, his favourite, at least for the moment was the car he had just stepped out of. A dark lavender McLaren Speedtail. Only 106 had ever been produced, his was the only one he knew of with his colour. Wasn’t technically perfectly street legal in the States… but then again he had found a work around. No more than 2500 miles a year, no problem. When the door started to open out and up, as all McLaren doors did, he was shocked as the car he had pulled up next to was hit by it. Staring at the Corvette, he just shook his head and looked over at the man who was yelling at him.

“Oi wanker, if you confuse me Speedtail with a piece of shit, I may have to ask to get your bloody prescription checked.” The chuckle that left the Englishman’s mouth as he answered was dry and humourless. “You’re the one driving a car for tiny dicked gits who can’t tell the difference between something mass produced and something that is exclusive. So get your Alans out your arse, stop being a James Blunt, and get a Duncan Goodhew before you try calling me car a piece of shit again.”

"What the Hell did you just say to me?" Literally. He caught every other word, but the gist of it was enough to still make Russell's blood boil, ready to punch a hole in the other's head. "You're driving around in a purple turd, and you're telling me to pull something from my ass? I already got a good idea what's up yours, you goddamn bastard."

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neither-then-naor-now‌:

Joseph had almost no time to process the sight of Russell Torrance sitting casually on the couch with an open newspaper. His response to Joseph’s entry is near instantaneous. It’s smug, too. Joseph almost drops everything in surprise. Instead, he manages to keep that much in check, the shock of it only manifesting on Joseph’s suddenly long face and wide eyes.

When he speaks again, he doesn’t quite respond to what Russell actually means. “Her monetary trusts?” he asks, unable to help his sarcasm. This can’t be real, this can’t be real, this can’t be real, he thinks, in spite of all reality. “You’re not gonna waste it all on Miss Pam from Bootycall?” 

He can have that one. Russell's in a good mood, and it's going to get a whole lot better when he sees that long sad face of JoJo's hit the floor when the bomb gets dropped and rocks his worthless little world. "Yuck it up, boy, go on. Enjoy it," he encourages uncharacteristically before that smirk sprawls as much as Russell's arms do over the back of the couch he's sitting on. "Wonder if they're hiring over there. You ought to take a good look at that since you'll be needing a new meal ticket."

[russelltorrance]

pathof-eyeris‌:

Ordinarily, Iris tried – and, if they were to admit it, occasionally fail – to abide by a principle of not judging a book by its cover. But, there were exceptions. Notable ones. Frequent ones. It was something Iris had learned long before they had thought to sign on with Prometheus, and it was a tendency that was serving them well more often than not.

So what was Russell’s cover? He was large, brutish, white, grown man with a gruffness that, for all the money earned, belied a lack of sophistication. He didn’t seem too bright in certain ways. Nor did he seem like he had much patience. When he spoke in reply, Iris quickly assumed he made the worst possible interpretations of what anyone else said. And in this case, it revealed only further awfulness about it.

Why do you jump to that, Mr. Torrance, Iris wanted to ask, but held her tongue. Do you have a strong enough track record of kidnapping to warrant such suspicion?

“How many points?” Iris asked instead. “I do keep track, and I would like to know if she works out.”

"You'll know. Don't you know basic math? It's not like anything else is going to be coming in for you," Russell replied, already steps away from them before turning his head back to face the new girl that would be added to the collection, a collection he was leeching off of every time they got their own points.

[russelltorrance]

It was time for a trade-up. For once, he didn't mean with people; Russell had released his last year's model car for the newest, and all without using a dime of his own money. Slick black. 2020. Chevrolet Corvette. American made, like God intended. The car hadn't been officially out for the public consumption, but with Prometheus' pull and Russell's own ways it somehow happened. But like all good and stolen things, they had to come to an end the moment he stepped back outside to see someone pull up right beside it and slam their door into it.

"Get your goddamn foreign piece of shit away from here or learn how to drive!"

[neither-then-naor-now]

@russelltorrance

The finishing touches of the script were done and ready to submit. Now, Joseph just has to do move all of his shit out of Thomas’ apartment.

Not that he’s making any steps to do that. Despite promising Thomas that he’d move out for good, he still left quite a few boxes of crap in the corner of that small living room, butt lamp and all. He’s not quite sure why. Maybe he just likes not having all of his shit in one place. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, right? If one set of crap goes missing, he still has his other boxes. Just in case Thomas decides he wants his key back. Or, in case he decides to quit his job.

Joseph isn’t sure what to expect with Ruby back. Maybe she’ll find the house to her liking, or maybe she’ll pick up old habits and yell at him for slight mistakes. He takes a deep breath before he unlocks the door to their shared house. He’s not quite sure what state he’ll find Ruby in what he gets inside, but…

…he’s sure in Hell that he didn’t expect Russell Torrance to be back.

[russelltorrance]

"Well, look what the cat dragged in: JoJo the clown," Russell's words of greeting are rife with their usual care--in the sense that they're devoid of it. He's sitting on the couch, newspaper open before he folds it back and tosses it against the coffee table to give Joseph the biggest shit-eating grin he's seen, enjoying himself on this fine day. "Ruby hasn't told you, huh?" he asks, seeing the surprise litter the other's face. That just makes it all the more sweeter. "I have her trust again. No thanks to you, you little shit."

[russelltorrance]

neither-then-naor-now‌:

miranda-ellis‌.

There were a lot of people that would have paid good money to be where Miranda was now, watching with interest as Tomas stripped down to barely anything. If the rest of the dares didn’t hang over her head, she might have more time to enjoy it too. At least Joseph decided to let the poor boy live a little longer without the world knowing what his junk looked like in HD. Hard not to notice his ass when he bent over though. 

It was her turn and she stared blankly at the sponsor as he read from the card her next dare. Miranda blinked a few times before laughing. “That’s it? Screw it, call me Pepe and give me those easy points.” If she didn’t have to get naked or spill any deep, dark secrets then she was going to do whatever it took to gain those points. It was only 25 but she’d take them where she could get them at this point. Plus Pepe Silva was hardly the oddest name someone used for her lately. Theo was case in point with the whole Randy thing. She heard Tomas say something about the luggage he was inspecting and she moved to join him. 

“What the hell should that have to do with anything? Maybe we have to find the code from something else in the room?” She tried real hard to keep her eyes on his but the man looked good. The actress moved away from him to inspect a framed picture on the wall to see if there was anything strange about it. “You think they’d care if I cracked this open to see if there was anything inside?” Her hands moved along the frame before pulling it down off it’s nail carefully while they waited for the next dare.

@neither-then-naor-now​

“Twenty five points to Pepe Silvia!” Miranda’s points counter changes on Joseph’s account, and Joseph moves on to the next card in his deck. It was meant to be for Tomas. But Miranda and Tomas were busy rummaging through luggage, likely trying to find a key to the way out (not even Joseph knew how to get out – he came in through the ceiling!), and in any case, this dare was too good for Joseph to not just take up himself.

Besides, Tomas was already half-naked. 

“The Fool,” Joseph read. “Prank call Russell Torrance. For 30 points. Hey Tomas! How about I do this one for you, huh?”

Not even giving Tomas the chance to answer, he dials Russell’s number into his phone. He gives it a ring. At first, he’s at a total loss of what to do, nothing forming in his head as he waits for Russell to pick up. Then, he hears a click. And an idea pops up in his head.

“Russell Torrance,” Joseph says in his most feminine possible voice. I should have been a voice actor. “Bootycall sex line coming in, calling in to let you know that the card you submitted for your last payment was declined. Do you have an alternate card to use for payment?”

@russelltorrance

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Russell's voice rumbled over the receiver before the sound of something being knocked over was heard, an unintelligible slur heard vaguely afterwards. Drunk or hungover, which one was it at 10 in the morning? "Give me a goddamn minute," he groaned. "Do you take AMEX, sweetheart?" He paused. “So, what are you, huh? Are you one of the girls or just part of the bill collectors?”

[russelltorrance]

pathof-eyeris‌:

“Whatever you say, Mr. Torrance.” Iris had a strategy for dealing with men with puffed up egos. For some, it was a matter of a complete takedown. Reducing a man to size, making him think of just how unwelcome his words and thoughts were. For others, like Russell Torrance, all one could do was let them have the last word, and tell yourself that your time, your energy, your anger wasn’t worth it. It was one that Iris had mastered in her dealings with egotistical writers and directors. Funny thing, it didn’t even take her that long to learn.

“Take a look at that line-up over there,” Iris said, pointing to a huddle of girls waiting around for make-up. “Observe. Which ones are chatting each other up like crazy?” One olive-skinned girl with ombre hair kept throwing her head back, busting out in cacophonous laughter. She would annoy the shit out of Russell, so, obviously she was out. And so was her beach-blond friend. “Which ones look like they think they got this shit in the bag?” Iris hoped Russell could pick up on what she was talking about. Some bold ass brunette who was already treating some production assistant like shit. And then, finally, a girl who Iris thought Russell might like – a pretty red head with slight freckles on her face, one who’d do wonders for film, but would do nothing for Iris’ ratings. Iris was glad to let her go. “And, then, which ones look like they got the slightest bit of humility? I’d say her. Raina Heart. Early twenties. Go chat her up and see if she warms up to you. But after that, it’s all her choice.”

Whatever Iris wanted to tell themself, that didn't matter to Russell; as long as they kept their mouth shut and played by the rules he set out. He was here to conduct business, not to be lectured on how to do that business. If they didn't want to help him, he would go someone else. End of story.

Still, he didn't like the tone they were taking with him. Observe. It garnered a strong look, but he gave a passing look at the girls. The redhead caught his eye immediately, even before Iris talked about her. He always had a thing for redheads, and it wasn't a surprise that it would come down to Raina. "What the Hell do you think I'm gonna do with her, huh? Kidnap her?" he shot back. "You'll get the points if she works. You get nothing if she doesn't," he reminded as he took his steps away, in the direction of the girl.

[russelltorrance]

Mmmwhatchasay Joseph spent all the money he scammed from you by donating to the Democratic party in your name

That little shit better get on his hands and knees pray Biden doesn’t win. I’ll throw him straight the terrorists.

[russelltorrance]

Mmmwhatchasay Joseph Naor turned Ruby into a socialist

My angel isn’t a goddamn commie.

[russelltorrance]

rubytorrance‌:

It had taken a lot of work, but Ruby was at a point where she could forgive her father. Before it had seemed like nothing in the world could make her forgive the man, but now things were different. Letting go of a grudge had been the worst thing she’d had to work through. She had been taught from a young age to bottle things up, to hold onto the past and remain unforgiving and cold, but that wasn’t healthy. Russell was the first person she had to forgive, and then her mother, and then herself. Forgiving and moving on felt like the world being lifted off her shoulders.

She shifted a bit, taking a sip from her milkshake before folding her hands one on top of the other on the table. A part of her deep, deep down told her not to let Russell back in. She’d had a good month or two of seeing him for what he really was, but that was over now. He just had a way of drawing her in, and she could never truly hate her beloved daddy.

“Oh - no, of course not.” She shook her head. Ruby wasn’t about to tell him that she’d been put on medication, even if it was just one pill, because she knew how adamantly he was against it. “I would have loved for you to come see me but… I know how you disapprove of that kind of treatment,” She reached out again, placing both hands over either of his this time. “I think some time apart was better for both of us.” It felt good to be open and honest with her father for once, like she didn’t have to hide anything. The worst was already behind them, what else could go wrong? Nothing she couldn’t handle. “I’ve missed you so much, daddy. And I’m sorry, really sorry, for everything I did. I wasn’t in a good place and I should have asked for help instead of acting out, especially against you. Can you ever forgive me?”

He never trusted doctors. It was fitting for a man that didn't put much faith in science in general. Russell had been young once, a boy with a deranged mother that was flying off the rails more often than she was ever on them to begin with. It happens when you're born to that and a father you understood later on in life was one of her clients that she had intentionally trapped herself with his baby. What good was a shrink if you couldn't unpack all of that garbage? A waste of time and money.

Ruby was listened to as she explained herself, but what was filtered through that brain of his was a cold distrust, built upon a foundation from the rubble of a burnt bridge that could never be reconstructed in his mind. On the outside, though, she took his hands and he didn't move away from them, only letting his eyes level with hers. "I disapprove of my little girl threatening me, too," he amended. It was good for her to sense his displeasure. It made her work harder to overcome it. She deserved that. She deserved to feel as though his trust was the only thing she needed to gain. "It's going to take a lot more than a bunch of worthless sorries to make up for what you did to me."

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pathof-eyeris‌:

“Like I need you to tell me what it takes to make it here, Mr. Torrance. Do you believe you’re that good of an agent? Tell me one other client you’ve had besides your own daughter. I would love to here it from the horse’s mouth himself.”

Iris drew in a deep breath, if only to keep herself in control. There was plenty Iris heard about Russell Torrance’s personal character. For one, that he was somewhat of an ass-face, without even the tact required to hide it. The only benefit to that was that Iris immediately knew what she was dealing with.

“That depends on what sort of pretty you’re going for. Are you looking for a little blond to compete with Hairspray’s new breakout star? An exotic beauty? Or someone with a harshness to oust the likes of Eila Levitt? What are you looking for, exactly?”

"I don't need to tell you jack-shit," he answered, words full of bile and flopped off of his lips with a casual dismissiveness, as if she wasn't worth the extra effort. "Who has the points here, huh? Let's not test our luck here by being stupid for no goddamn reason."

He could take her points or he could give her some for lending him the help. It was up to her which route she wanted to go down, and Russell didn't mind the former one bit.

"One that sells," he told her back. "She's gotta be the kind that won't think two weeks down the line she's got the whole world by the string and gets herself cancelled next month cause she thinks she knows every damn thing. Who do you have for that?"

[russelltorrance]

cor-thorne‌:

Corrine could go on all day with apologies and the like, it was what she was used to. Apologizing to her ex for being late, not having dinner on the table, whatever he could come up with to be pissed off about - and she had to protect her children on top of that. He could be a bastard of a drunk and she had to learn to handle it while keeping Clara and Fritz safe. A smile spread across her lips, though, because she didn’t have to deal with that anymore and there was nothing stopping her from inviting someone over for dinner. “Oh, no sir, I don’t have a husband,” She shook her head. “Just me and the kids. We just moved from New York, actually, so the house is still a bit of a mess, boxes and whatnot. But I can make a good dinner, I promise you that.” She said with a grin.

New York, huh? Funny. She didn't look like some kind of liberal yahoo, but Los Angeles was drenched in them already. It was a miracle that Russell could stand it for so long, but as long as it paid to stay, he'd take it on the chin. "All right, I'll join you," he accepted, a grin teasing against his face before his eyes ran over her once. "What's a girl like you doing without a husband?" Obviously there had been someone in the picture once upon a time given the children. "What happened? He run off somewhere?"

[russelltorrance]

clearwvter‌:

she couldn’t tell if he was purposely trying to intimidate her or not. if he was it was working, if he wasn’t he really needed to work on his motivational speaking skills. be on her game all the time? thinking back on the quite illegal things she’d done while she was here, breaking and entering, drugs, dealing… maybe she’d be thrown out faster than expected. did he know about those things? she nodded in response, her mouth dry and her brain unable to force the words ‘i understand’ out. she sipped her drink, hoping the fizz would snap her back into place.

liana could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t believe her, at least not completely. “it is in the game. if i’m asked to do something like that i know i’m smart enough to find a way around it.” she was bluffing. he probably knew that too. she was smart enough sure, but under pressure? “i don’t have a choice. i know that. i’ll have to put on my big girl panties or i’m the one that gets killed.” and she didn’t want that. 

Obedience. Russell liked that out of a person, especially of the opposite sex, especially if they so happened to be working under him in any sense of the word. So, why was Liana only giving him scraps of it? "Get around it?" he repeated, giving her a look as if to say that she was the idiot in the room. "Who do you think you are, huh? There's no finding a way around any of the crap Prometheus throws at you, and that's by design. Don't think, just do." A hand raised, snapping for the waitress to get her act together and come and take their order; in spite of being shooed away by him several times before. "You lucked out with who you're up against. That kid's as dumb as a box of rocks." And God help her if he earns more points than her.

[russelltorrance]

rubytorrance‌:

Ruby didn’t expect herself to be so kind to her father, but she just felt so… Happy. Hospitalizing herself was the best thing she could have done to better herself, and she could truly tell a difference in how she felt. Everything felt good, she felt like a normal person, like she was different. She wanted to be better. Everything she’d done and said to Russell during her little-big meltdown, all the petty things she’d done, god, she felt so guilty about it. She didn’t know if their relationship could ever be the same, or if they could even have one, but she wanted to try - it would be good for her, she thought, to have a real relationship with her father.

Looking up at him, that smile remained on her lips and she placed her hand on top of the one he’d put on the table. “Sit with me. Please, daddy?” Those words coming out of her mouth felt so strange, so different now, but it was the only way she knew how to address him. Calling him Russell seemed odd to her, and father was much too formal. Dad would have been okay, she supposed, but the word didn’t feel right on the tip of her tongue. “I feel better,” She took a sip from her milkshake before continuing. “No, of course not. I just… Worked through a lot of things that I needed to get off my chest and off my conscience.” Some of the blame was on Russell, of course, but she wasn’t going to say that. It was inappropriate when she was trying to make the best of this and salvage their relationship. “I just, uh… I was hoping you’d come to see me, but I understand why you didn’t. I was a real bitch when I lost my cool. I’m sorry.”

Was there ever going to be a world where Russell could forgive his daughter? Of course. Somewhere out there there was a parallel universe that had a nicer, kinder, gentler Russell, but was that in this world? Of course not. He looked at her, and then looked at the hand that rested atop of his, feeling the warmth of it sink through his own hand. She was always going to be his daughter, but what did the word truly hold for him?

A smile was hinted against his face, placing it on at her calling him that term that would always seem to come so naturally to her. He took on the offer, sitting down across from her before both of his arms rested over the tabletop, listening to the rest of her bullcrap.

"Sounds like they did a number on you. Are they making you into a pill-popper?" he asked with a tilt of his head before sighing, slowly nodding his head with subtle movement. "I wanted to come see you," he went on, "but that didn't feel like something you wanted, too."

[rubytorrance]

It hadn’t been long since Ruby had gotten out of the hospital. Legit, like, a few hours ago. There had been paps there trying to get a glimpse of her, of course, but she’d kept her cool and gone to the car that was waiting for her without so much as flipping off the cameras. Her hair had grown back out a bit, thank god, and she felt a lot better than she had upon checking herself in. Things were different now, her demeanor had changed, she was no longer a scared child but a woman who was coming into her own. She’d fought through most of her trauma, discussing it and actually getting things off her chest rather than bottling them up, and it felt good to be free of the past. 

She’d re-signed her contract with Prometheus, something she had to do for herself, to prove that she could be better, different, no longer some bitch who everyone behind the scenes hated. After that, she’d asked her driver to take her to that little restaurant Ingrid had introduced her to a few months ago so she could have a milkshake. As she sat in the little diner, sipping away on her strawberry milkshake, she felt someone staring at her. Chancing a glance out the window next to her, the blonde saw a familiar face and cracked a smile. “Come in,” She said, exaggerating so they could read her lips, motioning for them to come in and join her. “Sit with me.”

[russelltorrance]

Of course Russell had heard about his own daughter being hospitalized, but between prepping Liana for the dare event and still holding a grudge against Ruby, he couldn't make the time to go visit her. Besides, what good was it going to do her? A bunch of whackjob shrinks sinking their claws into her was going to change her? It was in her blood. Catherine's blood. She was always going to be cracked in the head.

Though, by simple chance, he saw her in the diner's window. It was a surprise to him that she wanted him to join her, but a maggot never forgets a good meal. The bell rang with a rattle as he stepped inside before finding himself standing by her booth, staring back down ater as his hand rested on the tabletop.

"You look better." She did, but she'd never be cured. "What'd they do? Find a way to put all the blame on me?"