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roman kane 36 second-in-command A I M for the stars and i shouldn't have missed but i was ridin' on fumes so i stopped by the moon now i'm sittin' on the hood of this bitch like T H A N K S for the V I E W

[thaliapblack]

“So, you’re saying you don’t fancy sending me pornographic snapchats? Shame.” Her eyes wondering over him for a second, in turn taking in his reaction to whatever he was shoving into his mouth on this round. Obviously something far more interesting than anyone else around here, considering that seemed to be taking up the majority of his attention span. However, at least she got some kind of a reaction from him when she mentioned giving the old guy a blow job, even if it did nearly result in him choking on said orgasmic food. Alas, creating a small smirk upon her lips, taking a win for herself considering he mentioned he wouldn’t find himself even really listening to anyone at this point. “I never said he had to pay. You just assumed as such, so if I kill him, that’s not gonna hurt my business, at least not logically. Besides, you can’t deny it’d be a good way to go? — I mean, I do own a mirror, after all.” Her confidence was high, that was obvious. However, it was mostly to keep up the charade of being an escort. Nobody wanted an escort with self-worth issues or insecurities. Talk about a turn-off.

[sicromankane-blog]

Roman couldn’t help but shake his head and roll his eyes at Thalia’s words. Sarcasm rolled off her tongue like food went onto his. “Yeah, I know how much you would have appreciated those snapchats, but I just can’t have that going public. I have a reputation to upkeep. Not that I’m packing a little mini gun.” He wasn’t sure how they had gotten into this topic of conversation specifically, but he wasn’t really going to question it. If he looked like he was having an orgasm from eating food, then he looked like he was having an orgasm from eating food. It wasn’t really something he could control considering he did in fact love food. That wasn’t going to change even if someone was talking to him. Roman’s eyes lifted away from his food for a second to look up at her. His eyebrow raised along with it. “You know, for some reason, I just don’t think that old man is gonna love dying even if it’s by a pretty face. I also doubt killing him is even remotely necessary for you to do. There would be no reason to.” After all, the Brass Wolves were all about protecting people. Even if some people were very difficult to protect.

[parkerxbrooks-deactivated201702]

“Are you saying you don’t want to share with me, Roro?” Her head tilted, body leaning forward as her arms crossed on the table before her. Eyes narrowed for a split second on the man across the table from her, seconds before a grin split across her face. Leaning back in the chair she sat on, she chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No, I’m alright. – Actually, yes to the tacos. Cause I can never say no to tacos.” She gave a definite nod, grinning the entire time.

[sicromankane-blog]

“Yes, I believe that is exactly what I’m saying. I would give you a nickname, but I’m not calling you Park. Maybe I’ll call you PB and J.” Sharing food was never something he was fond of doing. No matter how much he may have liked a person, there was no way in hell he was going to give them any of his food. He would have chosen buying something for them rather than giving them something of his. Even though he liked Parker, he wasn’t giving her any of his food. That was for damn sure. No offense would be taken, he was sure of it. “That’s what I thought,” he said with a chuckle and waved down the waiter. As soon as the waiter got to them, he placed an order for tacos and then went back to eating. “You know I wouldn’t offer tacos if I knew you were going to say no. And when do you say no to tacos? Never.”

[leonwildthorn-deactivated201710]

        shaking his head lightly javi continued to gobble up whatever was on his plate. food always went away quickly growing up, with three siblings it was a race of who could get the most FIRST. for the most part javier lost that little race, but it didn’t stop him from eating the most after all he was always the one cooking. a soft chuckle escaped his lips only moments later, ‘ mhmm– I’ll take what I can get. so what is your favorite food actually? I mean you seem to generally eat uh– everything? ‘

[sicromankane-blog]

a chuckle left his mouth as he noticed how quickly the man in front of him was eating. he’d applaud him for that for sure. then he raised an eyebrow at the question/statement. “i actually do eat everything. i don’t think there’s anything i don’t like if i’m being honest. my mother used to make these five course meals and, since i was never home for them, they just used to go in the fridge. then i’d eat them when i got home. sometimes without even heating it up.” roman was too bust with that memory to realize that he didn’t actually answer the question. “my favorite food is steak though. i have a special night for it almost every week.” 

[kimxconnwellerx]

“Sure you were. ” A small smile forming on her lips, she watched as he ate his food. As much as she hated to admit it. She was the same. She rarely listened to anyone really speak too when she ate. “I was saying though that if you ever want a home cooked meal, let me know. I have no problem making something for you.”

[sicromankane-blog]

His ears perked up at her offer. Well, that certainly was nice of her. “Oh really? That’s sweet. I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. That makes me want to buy you something? Do you want something to eat?” He actually put his fork down to give her his attention now.

[tristandaniels-blog1]

“Look I said I’m fine, back the fuck off of me already.” Tristan was used to getting into some type of fight with whoever managed to get on his nerves that day. “I ran into a fist, and he ran into mine. Fun day.”

[sicromankane-blog]

“That’s an interesting shiner, my friend. You almost look like you were the only one that ran into a fist. Were you? I want to think that you got more hits in and can say ‘You should see the other guy’.”

[laurelsalexis]

[sicromankane-blog]

❝ who’s idea was it to do this again? ❞

“Why do you always ask that when you know it was my idea? You would never leave work without thinking about it for a few hours beforehand. I doubt they’ll need you. There’s a bunch of other doctors around.”

30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

[aquariusrpc]

shit my friends insist i said more than once sentence starters;

❝can you believe my sister commented on my last instagram picture that i look like satan?❞ 

❝listen… i may be tiny but my kicks can reach very high don’t try me. ❞

❝ actually, you’ve got it all wrong, darling. my middle finger salutes you. ❞

❝ i look like shit, this is exactly why no one wants to date me. ❞

❝ did you know in that in eighth grade i kicked someone’s knee and broke it? ❞

❝ he deserved it, no one fucking compares me to a semi-trailer and gets away with that. ❞

❝ do i look like my brother’s keeper to you? ❞

❝ the best thing that happens when couples combine their names on facebook is that you can block them both in one press. ❞

❝ you know, it’s so weird that the saying is butterflies in your stomach, it should me just flies because usually the person you fall for is a piece of shit. ❞

❝ you know you should all just break up with your boyfriends and just date me, we could be each other’s sisters wives. ❞

❝ yes it is morning, good however it is not. ❞

❝ why do birthdays happens only once a year? i want to get birthday gifts every week.

❝ i’m literally the biggest sinner in this city. ❞

❝ how does my grandma always sees me from her window, for fucks sake, there’s a building in front of hers! ❞

❝ i just hope my grandma won’t tell my mom she saw us kiss.. ❞

❝ if you piss me off one more time i will throw my phone at your face. ❞

❝ scaring people is kinda my thing. ❞

❝ what do you mean thanks? bow down to your fucking queen. ❞

❝ what do you mean thanks? lose your clothes. ❞

❝ why yes, throwing water balloons at our boss is a good idea. ❞

❝ well you see there’s thing thing called google, how about you use that instead of driving me nuts. ❞

❝ oh for the love of god, all i wanted was a bit of silence and rihanna’s voice is that so fucking bad? ❞

❝ we should watch porn together, that will be fun. ❞

❝ who’s idea was it to do this again? ❞

❝ i swear i’m a nice person once you get to know me. ❞

❝ i am not a midget! i’m 5′0 for godness sake! ❞

❝ when will the aliens save me from this awful planet? ❞

❝ do you think anyone will notice if i burnt down the school? ❞

❝ honestly, who cares, i mean if i break my leg then i will get babied by you so just push me off the bar i beg of you. ❞

❝ i wish i was an ice cream cone. ❞

❝ you can’t handle being punk rock, you can barely handle being cheesy pop. ❞

❝ if you punch me in the face i’ll give you a dollar. ❞

❝ honestly i’ll give everything for the hulk to fight me. ❞

❝ i feel as if someone is baking me in an oven. ❞

❝ do you think i’ll be a good wife? ❞

[parkerxbrooks-deactivated201702]

“No, no you are not. If you had been listening, you would already be sharing your food with me.” The words were stated with a huff, Parker dropping into the seat across from Roman as she eyed his food. In truth, the pair were probably equally matched as to their love of food and eating.

[sicromankane-blog]

“Sharing my food with you?” Roman couldn’t even consider himself surprised that Parker wanted more food. To be honest, she was the only person that loved it just as much as he did. For that reason alone, he respected her. There was also her incredible hacking skills that he had to commend, too. “How about I just buy you your own, huh? What do you want? Tacos? Hamburgers? Everything on the menu?”

[leonwildthorn-deactivated201710]

           ‘ mira, you don’t have to lie to me. ‘ javi shook his head ever so slightly before arching a brow at the other, ‘ I could have just taken your silence as a COMPLIMENT to my cooking skills– but you ruined that for yourself. ‘ the corners of his lips arched upwards into a boyish grin, not a single bone in his body was in fact insulted by the other, instead, he was rather amused by roman’s affection for food. 

[sicromankane-blog]

with his fork, he pointed towards the man. “i would never lie? that’s just not in my dna?” the words were in question form simply to show how much he actually was lying right now. the food was as good as he thought it would be so the cook could have at least kept quiet while he was eating. even though, he guessed, that would be rude of him to not pay attention to what javi was saying. “it is a compliment of your cooking though. you should accept my unsaid thanks.”

[thaliapblack]

“Honey, that’d be because we’ve never slept together, or you’ve never recording your orgasm face. Either way, I’m not suggested either of the two take place — but I figured that’s about what it’d look like.” At the least, she didn’t think it was a far off reaction in the way he indulged in the food in front of him. Clearly this was not his first rodeo with his meal, so to speak. The way he took attention to detail and every burst of flavours that emulated against his taste buds. “And have the possibility of a very one sided conversation? No, thanks. I’d rather suck off Gramps over there, at least he’d be invested in the moment.” Granted, perhaps she wouldn’t wish to do so, but the idea of sitting there essentially talking to herself with a less than interested Roman, well, it wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. Even if he did have the pretty blue eyes that made most of Fairford swoon.

[sicromankane-blog]

“Damn and here I thought you were suggesting the sleeping together part if that statement. Filming myself is a little too amateur porn for my tastes.” He did have to admit that he probably did look like the food was orgasmic while he was eating. That was only because it actually was though. Every time he was eating food, he hated to be interrupted or talked to. Even when he had invited someone. Point in case at this moment, Thalia. Roman was just about to start eating again, he had actually put a piece of the fish in his mouth, when her next words came out. He choked slightly and tried to clear his throat by drinking his beer that was in front of him. “I’m sure Gramps would love to get a night with you if he’s willing to pay. Don’t give him any heart attacks. Customer service is key.” The least he could do was go along with what she said. Even though his larynx had suffered the consequences of the joke.

[rhiannonblake-blog]

“You really think I believe that?” Rhiannon asked him as she watched him gobble down some more food, and then even more food. “Enough about me, though! How have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!” She probably had herself to blame for that since she had been so busy with her training the past few days. 

[sicromankane-blog]

“I would like you to,” he said matter of factly. As soon as the words left his mouth, food was replacing them. “It’s probably because you haven’t seen me in forever. I am a very busy man, you know.” He wasn’t quite sure if it was her that was busy or if it was more him. Either way, he hadn’t seen her in a long time.

[thaliapblack]

“Yeah, I call bullshit on that one, actually. I think it might be the way you’re nearly having an orgasm at the table when you put that food in your mouth — safe to say your attention is elsewhere.” It was obvious that whenever food was involved, his attention was diverted to the very thing he was consuming. Though with that being said, she could hardly blame him. She found herself in a similar boat most days. Granted she had to watch what she ate sometime dues to her career, or rather temporary position.

[sicromankane-blog]

As soon as Thalia spoke, there was only one thing that caught his attention. Maybe it was because he was a guy, but he couldn’t help focusing on it. “An orgasm? Honey, you have no idea what my orgasms are like.” Then he put another bite of food in his mouth. Nobody was going to interrupt the food he was eating. That would just make him angry. Ruining food was a terrible thing to do to someone so he just wouldn’t allow it. Luckily, she hadn’t really said much in the first place. At least that was one thing he could count on. “I’ll try to pay attention this time. Maybe. You can repeat yourself if you want. I don’t guarantee an answer though.” Even though he would’ve liked to give her the time of day, it was food.

[embrywalker]

“You know when I liked going outside? When I was younger, anything was possible when you’re younger. You could be a king one moment and a firefighter the next. The energy level as a kid meant we were sent outside, that way when we came back it wasn’t so crazy. I don’t mind when it’s warm, it just can’t be too warm. Which is crazy when I think about it given the places I’ve been, but I love it when it’s just right. Not too hot or cold, when you can leave the jacket at home. I’ll go outside of course, it’s not going to cause me to shut myself away.“ She knows she sounds crazy, but she’s been like this since she was younger when it came to weather. Extreme heat always caused her attitude to change, and it was never pretty. “Of course I have to eat hospital food, I mean it’s right there. Though there are times when I manage to have enough time to bring something I’ve cooked.” Talking about cooking caused the memories of her learning to come flooding back. She was positive there was a memory with her almost burning down the kitchen. It was then her mother learned to never leave her alone while something was on the stove. With time, Embry managed to learn everything her mother knew and then some. “Don’t look so surprised, I mean it’s way too fancy but yes three courses. Apart from that, there was the breakfast lessons – those were my favorite. Being the first one up to start the day, a lot of time spent with my mother.” Roman raised another question that caused her to pause her actions, hating that he always seemed to know exactly what to ask. “Nope, I’ve made plenty of mistakes. I guess it’s all apart of becoming the doctor you want to be. We were in the field, and I did what I had to do. Even when I was an intern, it’s scary having that kind of power right out of medical school. There are still some days when I can’t believe what I do, how I could save a life and so easily take one with one mistake. I suppose that’s why I’m so good now, because of those mistakes I made.” It wasn’t like she didn’t want to talk about it, her time in the Army were the best years of her life but they were also some of the worst. Embry appreciated the fact that he tried to stir the conversation away from the topic of Afghanistan and onto something else. “Does that happen often? Other gangs causing trouble I mean.” Despite being from Fairford, she never understood the politics of being in a gang. Sure, her younger brother was in Brass Wolves but a lot of what went down was still unknown to her. Embry wasn’t even sure if she wanted it to stay that way, or if she wanted to know more. “The cutest puppy, I’m telling you. I’m an angel, Roman. Everyone thinks so, at least that’s what they always say.” Silence wasn’t her best friend, it often brought about memories that she’d much rather forget. Embry knew that was the real reason why she was always talking, never stopping because the quiet was never good. “Good, I’m glad they’re healing well. You should be able to take the brace off soon.” Placing her fork down, Embry let the silence settle between them. Somehow feeling more relaxed than she had felt in weeks. 

[sicromankane-blog]

“I was a different kind of kid than you then. I always caused problems. No matter if I was inside the house or outside the house. It didn’t matter to me. I guess that’s part of the reason my mother hates when I come over now. She just never knows what to expect from me. Some things never change.” Roman was starting to lose track of the things Embry was interested in. Or the things she said in general. “So you don’t want to go outside when it’s too hot because it’s too hot, but you’ll still go outside and not lock yourself in? We’re in the middle of the summer, you must be dying right now. I can only imagine how you are in the winter. You probably have heart palpitations right before you go outside.” He had always been the kind of guy that loved any kind of weather. No matter where he was, he was going to love it. Hot or cold, the weather made no difference to him. If he needed to bundle up, he would. If he needed to shed a few layers to stay cool, he would. Of course he wouldn’t go outside naked though. No matter how hot it was. “Okay, but you mostly talk about the hospital food. I can’t recall one time where you’ve actually said to me that you had some food you made yourself for lunch or dinner while you were at work. You probably just didn’t tell me when you did. Makes no difference to me.” He would probably never learn to cook, but it didn’t matter to him. If he didn’t learn to cook and she wasn’t around, it just meant he would go out like he usually did. Either way, he was going to eat what he wanted to eat. “You’re throwing too much at me here. You’re telling me, you always had three courses for your meals? Please tell me that’s not what you’re telling me. That’s just too much cooking. I don’t think my mother ever made three courses. Even though I wasn’t ever really there for dinner anyway. And breakfast, too? Forget about it. Makes me wonder why you didn’t become a chef. You could have, but I think helping people is too much of your thing for you to have done that. Even though you would have been helping me,” he said with a smile and a wink. Then he nodded his head as if he understood. He wasn’t a doctor, but it seemed about right. “Well, you learn from your mistakes more than your successes. If you don’t make mistakes, you’re not going to grow and learn. I mean, sure there are people who say they have gone through their life without making any mistakes, but that just has to be a blatant lie. Who, in their life, has never made a mistake? Honestly. At least you’re good now and that’s all that matters. You could be one of those doctors that’s just there to look good and fucks up more often than they fix anything.” Just when he thought she wouldn’t ask, which was stupid on his account, she asked. Leaning back in his chair, he sighed. “It doesn’t happen as often as people might think. It’s happened a few times lately, but not anything catastrophic. I think people here are more worried about just us being here. Like I said before, we’re not as bad as we could be. We’re trying to help people, you know? Nolan and I are trying to help people. But nobody ever thinks that’s the case. They can’t stray away from the past. I mean, you help people and they don’t appreciate it. It’s unreal.” Roman had been in the Brass Wolves for as long as he could remember. He had been there even before Nolan had taken over so he knew the change more than most. However, it seemed people just didn’t want to accept that there was actually a change happening. They weren’t trying to hurt people, but nobody could accept that. With the name Brass Wolves attached to them, most saw them as the same thing they were before when Vincent Gallagher was still running the show. “You’re literally a puppy. Like down to the puppy dog eyes and everything. You do that whole wide eyed thing when you want something from me or when you’re sad. I hate both reasonings for the puppy dog look you give.” Running his tongue over his teeth, he squinted at her. “This brace has been hell for me. It takes me away from doing so much. Just so you know.” He only smiled as she just sat there, not even eating. Against his own judgment, he broke the silence. “You want dessert?”

[embrywalker]

“Where are you from again? No one just likes going outside. Well I take that back, some do. As you can tell, I am not one of those people. I don’t do well with heat, and being cold. A big fat no thank you, though I don’t mind it every once in awhile.” A sigh escaped her lips at his words. “You say that like whatever I cook will be shitty, which will not happen. My mother taught me everything I know, and she was pretty serious about it. I wasn’t able to leave until I could cook all three courses.” At the time Embry thought her mother was being crazy, but it came in handy years down the line. Especially when she was in college, and was tired of the typical college food. “Of course I want to know, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” She kind of figured what would happen, but wanted to hear him say it. “Okay, so you do it on purpose but I never do it on accident. I mean a lot of the time it’s either because the trauma is too much, or the code on the table in the middle of surgery. If someone doesn’t know what they’re doing then it’s an accident, which is not my case.” She learned a long time ago that accidents weren’t acceptable. One wrong cut and a life is gone, a burden she wasn’t prepared to carry on top of everything else. “The fact that you mentioned having a high body count should bother me, but it doesn’t. This town certainly does something to you in the terms of what shocks and doesn’t shock you. Almost makes me miss Afghanistan.” Embry felt herself freeze at the mention of the country where she had last served, this happened more often than she’d like to admit. She’d get to talking and eventually something about her time serving would slip in. “Well at least I’d be a cute puppy.” Deciding to stay quiet, she continued to eat the food that was in front of her. She knew he was waiting for her to break, and deep down she knew it would happen sooner or later. Staying quiet was never something she managed to learn when she was a younger kid, talking was her release after a long day of work. “— How’s the hand?” She asked only after a few minutes had passed. 

[sicromankane-blog]

“I’m from right here. In Fairford. People like going outside. If you stay inside, you start getting stir crazy. Point in case,” he tilted his head to her to say he was talking about her. “So you’re not a fan of heat and cold. Which means you’re just not a fan of weather. What if it’s warm outside? Would you go out then? Or is that still a big no for you?” A chuckle left his mouth as he chewed. “Well, I don’t know if you can cook or not. You’ve never actually cooked for me and you always talk about how you had to eat hospital food. So you don’t even really talk about your own food that you’re eating.” Then his eyebrows furrowed. “Three courses?” He always thought there was only one. Two if he was feeling dessert. Which didn’t happen very often. Whatever else he was having was always enough. Roman’s mother was always the kind of lady that had to physically get him to sit down and eat one meal. She was still probably suffering from a lifetime of issues at the hands of him being such a reckless kid. “Of course you want to know.” He took a bite of some of the food that was left on his place and pointed the fork at her. “So you’ve never made a mistake? Ever in your life? Come on, that doesn’t even sound realistic. Everyone makes mistakes. Not like fatal ones, but you’ve had to have done something. Even I’ve fucked up before. I don’t know why I say that as if I’ve never fucked up before in my life.” He was the king of fuck ups. His mother would consider him the ultimate fuck up. Only because her gray hair came in early because of all the stress he had put her through when he was initially joining the Brass Wolves. “Fairford makes you miss Afghanistan? Wow, that is something. I mean, Fairford is a pretty messed up place, but it’s better than it was. You’ve lived here all your life, you should know that. Body count isn’t as high unless some other gangs want to come into town and cause problems that don’t need to be started. It gives Nolan way more than he needs on his plate.” Roman had tried to do his best to get their conversation to stray away from her bringing up Afghanistan. He knew it happened randomly for her to just let it slip into conversations and he didn’t want her to have that in her head right now. It could do more damage than good. Or that’s what he thought at least. Nevertheless, Roman chuckled at her statement. “Oh yeah, you’d be the cutest puppy to ever grace these here streets of Fairford.” He wiped his hands on a napkin as he shook his head. The quiet was good for him. If only it had happened towards the end of his meal instead of happening when he was done with it. He couldn’t complain now though. It had already happened so there was no use in him thinking or talking about it. And just when he thought she wasn’t going to say much else, she started talking again. It caused him to look down at his hand. “Oh, it’s fine. Could be worse, right?” He stretched out his fingers. It was still slightly sore, but there wasn’t much he could do about it until it healed completely.

[love-personal]