Rocks in your shoe

Occupation: Actor. Drama/Comedy: I always do drama. It's just that some people laugh at it and some people cry. Known for: 7 Psychopaths,Charlie's Angels, Moon, Iron Man 2, The Way Way Back, Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, Sleeping with your mom.> Message me, I do bite!> (I am not the real Sam Rockwell, I don't own any of these images. Some may come from his gf's twitter account. This is an RP, just a game!)

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[sandrockwell]

"Like hell man, either you tell me what you want or I choose for you. And just cause you asked, I like boxing and jeet kune do, so…yeah thats a threat baby. A threat!!" He didnt give her the chance to keep on insisting in accompanying him, "You stay put M! " he yelled from the…

[sandrockwell]

"Pink? Nah i like purple, leslie liked pink. She said she liked blue but everything she bought was pink." He rolled his eyes amd swapped their drinks. "Women right? " he opened his water bbottle and drank almost half of it in one jug. "So what do you do man? Who are you anyway besides a bombshell?" He asked gaining confidence again.

[queenofanythingsd]

[sandrockwell]

”Yeah there is a reason that guy didn’t move in with you hon, he’s a fucking loser, he doesn’t deserve a woman like you, you know what? I think he deserves his mom.” he welcomed her hug and held her tight against him. It still wasn’t too late to say no, but her warmth, her...

[sandrockwell]

The actor laughed and shook his head at his girlfriend's dance. "Woah, woah, first thing we're doing is giving you dancing lessons." Fuck. Can't they skip all of this? Fast forward to a year from now where things either work or don't ...preferably do. Preferably do. Preferably calm the fuck down.

The actor rubbed his neck and inhaled 1...2...3...Sam exhaled. He ordered himself to look at her, he stared; the actor imagined living there with her, listening to her play the piano, forcing her to rehearse a script with him, cooking, drinking.

Beer. "Sara would you hurry up man? " he yelled at her trying his hardest not to sound rude which resulted impossible with such an order.

[sandrockwell]

What!? Who!? Ill go all kung fu on their ass man, shit dude you look like a cool guy don’t let any bitches get you like that. Geez!

[villevalocsd-deactivated2014050]

Just ask any of my ex lovers!

[sandrockwell]

Hey no screw them man, its their loss. You can pick up any one you want man, yeah? Okay!

[sandrockwell]

Hey, from one dude to another with that face you can belong anywhere.

[villevalocsd-deactivated2014050]

Thank you, Mr. Rockwell. Unfortunately there are some who may disagree with you.

[sandrockwell]

What!? Who!? Ill go all kung fu on their ass man, shit dude you look like a cool guy don't let any bitches get you like that. Geez!

[villevalocsd-deactivated2014050]

Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying somewhere you don’t belong.

[sandrockwell]

Hey, from one dude to another with that face you can belong anywhere.

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[sandrockwell]

Sam laughed and looked up as they walked, “I studied French in my head, you know? Like in the matrix movies where you just program yourself to learn something and yeah, no, I dont know french but you already knew that. I also dont know Japanese, I do practice martial arts...

[sandrockwell]

"Like hell man, either you tell me what you want or I choose for you. And just cause you asked, I like boxing and jeet kune do, so...yeah thats a threat baby. A threat!!" He didnt give her the chance to keep on insisting in accompanying him, "You stay put M! " he yelled from the counter not caring if he embarrassed her. "Yeah, lets see...give me something pink and sugary and shit for girls. And Ill have...a beer." He told the person on the other side of the ccounter who gave him a incredulous look. 'We dont serve beer sir." "Yeah I know, but see if you did, if you were smart, well not you. Your boss, if he were smart you'd have beer and a new costumer. So Ill have a water."

Back with Miranda he gave her the bottle of water and he set the strawberry frapuccino on his side of the table, though he didnt drink from it and aawaited her reaction.

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[sandrockwell]

He gave, the people Miranda yelled at, the finger and smiled. ”Yeah sure, 711 has some great coffee…or not. But we can always… uh, there’s a coffee shop in every corner so yeah. The park, shall we?” Sam bent his arm for her to hold on to as they walked.

”So tell me about...

[sandrockwell]

Sam laughed and looked up as they walked, "I studied French in my head, you know? Like in the matrix movies where you just program yourself to learn something and yeah, no, I dont know french but you already knew that. I also dont know Japanese, I do practice martial arts though. " He led them inside rhe coffee shop she pointed oout and sat her down in the table farthest from people. "Uh normally Id tell you to get tje coffee but uh, I owe you one. No, not really, I wouldn't do that." He shrugged and gave her a Im-insane look as he circled the side of his head with his finger.

"Im Sam, and Ill be your waiter for today, what would you like to order...uh? " he left the sentence unfinished so she could remind him of her name.

[queenofanythingsd]

Little pink houses || Samra

[queenofanythingsd]

  She was slightly disappointed by his first reaction, yet she couldn’t say she was surprised. Sara did understand. That was asking a lot, very soon. Soon in their entire relationship, soon after loosing his fiancée. It was all too much, probably. Waiting was probably for the best. She was about to pull away when his words brought her back. “You… you would?” the brunette stammered, taken aback.

The idea hit her fully finally. Living together. Every night, every morning. Morning hair, morning breath, fighting for the last shelf in the bathroom (or one of the bathrooms)… “Not if you get sick of me first.” she muttered, her hands leaving his to grab his side and pull herself closer. “I know I’m asking something huge. I’m probably not the ultimate housemate 100% of the time. I just don’t want you to say it because you think I want to to say yes. I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t want to. I mean, there must’ve been a reason my ex still didn’t want us to move after 6 years. I know I can be a bitch, I actually look like a troll 80% of the time… Just… please tell me you,re not doing this for me.” She finished dropping her head against his chest.

[sandrockwell]

''Yeah there is a reason that guy didn't move in with you hon, he's a fucking loser, he doesn't deserve a woman like you, you know what? I think he deserves his mom.'' he welcomed her hug and held her tight against him. It still wasn't too late to say no, but her warmth, her scent, her childlike demeanor made Sam realize that she needed him as much as he needed her. ''Sara, kiddo, you're not a bitch, you're perfect. Fucking perfect, and this house with the piano and the Japanese curse and a fucking adult water park in the back yard, is perfect too. For us.''  Sam gave her a kiss on the forehead and let her go, ''Now go do paperwork and all that boring shit, shoo shoo, go.'' he shoved her playfully. 

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  Miranda chuckled."Yeah, we can go to a park or something. And do you know any good coffee places?" She asked.

She looked round at the few starers. "Have you never seen two people stop outside a building before!"

[sandrockwell]

He gave, the people Miranda yelled at, the finger and smiled. ''Yeah sure, 711 has some great coffee...or not. But we can always... uh, there's a coffee shop in every corner so yeah. The park, shall we?'' Sam bent his arm for her to hold on to as they walked. 

''So tell me about yourself and why the hell do you know french..too?'' he said with a more lively tone, walking away from the busier crowd made it easier to be himself again. 

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[sandrockwell]

Finding trouble

Finally outisde the building the fresh air seemed as fresh and renewing as it felt inside the elevator. “I…” he shrugged and gave out a nervous laugh. No one had asked him that particular question since it all happened, it usually was reassuring phrases or...

[sandrockwell]

"Shit man." He replied to her not wanting to talk about her situation. "Yeah, uh, coffee sounds nice. Irish coffee, without whipped cream...or coffee." He joked and gave her a playful nudge in apology. "But really, can we go to the park or some place with fucking benches or shit we can sit on? Or we can just sit here but people are already staring. "

[queenofanythingsd]

[sandrockwell]

Maybe he had exaggerated a little with his hollering out to her, “A jacuzzi. Sara! In the fucking backyard! Sara! Just like that!”, but what had caught his attention seemed like a deal breaker to him. He already imagined them having a two person party. “I think you and your...

[sandrockwell]

What was she saying? What the fuck was she insinuating? This could mean anything, she wanted to get the place with a couple friends but needed his approval? Sam looked at her calmly, he tried to decipher her message, he read her body language: pleading. Pleading? She wanted something, her hands held his, her head tilted sideways as she looked at him...him. Thats it! She wanted him. "Wait...sweetie you want me...to live with you? "

Yes.

Yes was the first answer that popped up in his mind, without hesitation his head took the decision for him. The actor almost blushed for a second and looked away and sighed before returning to his girlfriend."I...Really? Its just...shits really complicated honey. I don't sleep and I'm ...you know. And you'll just end up kicking me out- shit man i dont know..." he knew, for her sake, he should say no. For her well being he should say no, but neither of them were going to accept nothing less of a yes.

He was ruining it, all their precious most important moments will always be tinted with his hesitation of going on with his life. "Sara I...would love to fucking move in with you. Let's do this shit." What he meant,and what his face was probably showing, was Im so fucking scared of taking this step I hope I dont screw it up. "We can have a sex room, 'cause fucking five rooms for two people gives way to a sex room."

[queenofanythingsd]

[sandrockwell]

Sam shrugged he hadn’t moved from his initial position next to their guide, “Well the piano sounds good to me. You sound good to me. The bedroom sounds good to me. But I need a smoke.” He gave the woman next to him a pat on the shoulder, “You girls have fun okay?” Sam walked...

[sandrockwell]

Maybe he had exaggerated a little with his hollering out to her, "A jacuzzi. Sara! In the fucking backyard! Sara! Just like that!", but what had caught his attention seemed like a deal breaker to him. He already imagined them having a two person party. "I think you and your lover would really, uh, you know, enjoy it. " he said less excitedly, moments ago he was pondering over who knows what and now he was practically jumping up and down over nothing. Sometimes even he worried himself. He worried others might be on to him, on to his bullshit facade of being okay. "So what have you thought? " he asked Sara trying to mimick her feelings, this wwas after all a serious decision.

[queenofanythingsd]

[sandrockwell]

"Oh my god!! A pee-aaah-no. " he screamed then whispered slowly, his eyes wide in shock though his lips smiled with mischief. He let his girl run up to the piano. "Hey Sara, what if its cursed? Y’know? Who leaves a perfectly good piano behind unless it’s cursed…maybe by some...

[sandrockwell]

Sam shrugged he hadn't moved from his initial position next to their guide, "Well the piano sounds good to me. You sound good to me. The bedroom sounds good to me. But I need a smoke." He gave the woman next to him a pat on the shoulder, "You girls have fun okay?" Sam walked out to the backyard, he checked if he wasn't being followed before lighting a cigarette. He found himself feeling uncomfortable if he wasnt alone or just with Sara, his patience there had expired and his thoughtless words were an indication of that. Did he really give, Candy or Randy or whatever her name was, a bro pat? He wanted to leave just as much as he wantes to help Sara decide on what would be best for her. The actor let the smoke fill his lungs, his eyes closed, he let it out slowy through his nose. Sam opened his eyes, he squinted, "Is that a...Sara!!! Sara come quick!!! " he yelled excitedly after her probably very busy girlfriend.

[filmsbooksandme]

Welcome to Collinwood (2002). Remake of the Oscar-nominated 1958 Italian film I soliti ignoti by Mario Monicelli.

[sandrockwell]

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[queenofanythingsd]

[sandrockwell]

Kids? Is she planning on having kids…ever? Will they even last that long? After days of avoiding his own thoughts, they were all at once bombarding him. What will you say when she asks? Would you do it for her? For her and not for Leslie?

Shut up.

”What?” he said anything...

[sandrockwell]

"Oh my god!! A pee-aaah-no. " he screamed then whispered slowly, his eyes wide in shock though his lips smiled with mischief. He let his girl run up to the piano. "Hey Sara, what if its cursed? Y'know? Who leaves a perfectly good piano behind unless it's cursed...maybe by some ancient Japanese shit." He asked Sara though he knew her attention was clearly not on him. "Were they? Japanese? The people who died here? " he asked Mandy with a serious tone.

"No one died here sir." She answered with annoyance. "Yeah riiiight..." he murmured as he walked towards the big shiny black box of music. "I can totally see you playing this...naked." the last word he said rapidly to see if she was paying attention or not.

[queenofanythingsd]

Little pink houses || Samra

[queenofanythingsd]

  It was a bit stupid, maybe she was reading too much into it, but the weight of Sam’s arm around her shoulders made Sara smile. It was such a casual move, normal. For a moment she actually believed that they were the most normal couple around, normally looking around for a house. No drama, no tantrums, no heavy baggage. It was a nice moment to be caught in, it made her steps a little lighter.

Somehow his save about Purple seemed even better than what she came up with. That was just a very awkward beginning. Probably more awkward for the lady than them. She knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon and for some reasons, she highly doubt it ever was in his life plans either. The poor woman was probably beating herself up for that serious case of foot in mouth. Lips tightly pressed together she led the couple inside. The first thing Sara noticed when she set foot inside was how large it all looked. The ceiling seemed to be higher above her head than she had ever seen for a regular house, and the little half story floor leading up to the kitchen and dining area. Yet the most sensible thing she could do was lean in against Sam and mutter. “Well now look at all those surfaces… how to put them all to good use?”

[sandrockwell]

Kids? Is she planning on having kids...ever? Will they even last that long? After days of avoiding his own thoughts, they were all at once bombarding him. What will you say when she asks? Would you do it for her? For her and not for Leslie? 

Shut up. 

''What?'' he said anything to snap him back to reality, back to Sara. ''Surfaces?'' The actor smiled at the woman in front of them who's name he had already forgotten, he positioned himself behind his girlfriend completely and hugged her close. To her ear he whispered, probably loud enough for the woman to hear ''We could always spend hours and hours banging- I mean hanging shit. '' Still holding Sara tight against his chest, he delivered his words towards the other brunette, ''We can hang shit on the walls. Like fucking...violins, she collects violins. She doesn't know how to play them but you know how eccentric artists can be, huh?''  Sam shrugged and hoped his absent mindedness had gone unperceived, he promised himself not to do exactly what he was doing, when around Sara and other people: making them feel uncomfortable. For Sara's sake. 

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[sandrockwell]

Her touch made the actor jump, ”Where are we going?” he shook his head and blinked himself back to reality. ”I mean, uh, I think our party’s ruined man.” he pointed out casually as if nothing had happened.

After being asked if they were alright, he returned instantly to his...

[sandrockwell]

Finally outisde the building the fresh air seemed as fresh and renewing as it felt inside the elevator. "I..." he shrugged and gave out a nervous laugh. No one had asked him that particular question since it all happened, it usually was reassuring phrases or you /will be/ alright, or countless other things, but an actual question of concern; no one.

"I guess...apparently...Im not alright." he finally answered with a child like air. A child thats reluctant to eat or follow oorders, a child just before doing a fit. No eye contact, arms crossed, this was the first time he so calmy admitted he wasn't fine. "You? How are you man? "