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archer nathaniel rockwell (david c.orenswet)· 35 · firefighter/paramedic

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archer nathaniel rockwell (david c.orenswet)· 35 · firefighter/paramedic
You… will still be Buck, okay? And we will all love you.
closed starter for @theiressence
archer rockwell loves his job. he didn't think he would, didn't think he could, way back when he thought history and baseball were his only choices. he loves the community it gives him, everyone at the station feels like family, and he loves the adrenaline rush it gives him every day to, in some way, save lives. he loves the feeling afterwards, on the good days, and he loves knowing he can still feel something, on the bad days.
bad days often end with the crew at the may's, a couple of beers and a couple of rounds of pool, in, commiserating over what had happened during their shift. archer, lately, has found himself with a different bad day routine. He turns down the group invitation to may's on this particular day, dealing with the taunting from the rest of the crew, so he can duck out, head home to clean up, and run a few errands.
by the time he's standing outside her door, he has a brown paper take-out bag in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other, and an endlessly exhausted look on his face, that flips into a smile when she pulls the door open. "want some company?"
open starter ( @marinastarters ) ! located in gibson's bookstore
there was something about spaces like this that softened the world a little, bringing with it a sense of comfort. if left to his own devices, tomas could easily spend entire afternoons wandering the narrow aisles of gibson's, pulling familiar titles from the shelves just to feel the weight of them in his hands again. today was no different. by now, he'd accumulated a small stack of books now balanced carefully in the crook of one arm: several translations of the same classic novel he had taught more times than he could count, but the intrigue was in the variations of phrasing and therefore meaning, which fascinated him in ways he rarely tried to explain to anyone outside of the classroom.
he had just reached out to return one of them to the shelf (only because he recognized it as one he already owned) when his attention drifted sideways, where someone nearby was thumbing through a book. the cover caught his eye immediately, recognition sparking. he hesitated for a moment, clearly debating with himself, his fingers adjusting slightly around the books in his arms. then, with polite caution, he allowed himself to lean slightly closer. "i'm sorry, i don't mean to intrude but," his gaze flicked briefly to the book in their hands before returning to them, offering a shy smile, "i feel obligated to tell you that's a wonderful choice... one of those books you don't want to miss. you should get it."
archer is pretty sure he spends more time in gibsons than he does at the family farm. it's part because his best friend owns the place, and occasionally he'll stop in before, or after a shift to check in, have a coffee, whatever. but there's the other part, the part of archer that thrived when he was away from marina, in college, that loved to learn, that hoarded new information like it was currency, and maybe it was, in a way.
but today is one of those days where he's got a thirst for knowledge, and perhaps the kind of refuge only a good book can offer someone. he's flipping through one a guy at the station had suggested, and from what he's seeing, he'll probably buy it. "you know, you are the second person to tell me that today," he passes the book from one hand to the other, looking at the stack the other hand in their arms. "you look like you know your'e stuff, can i uh, bother you for some more recs?"
"c'mon, man. you telling me this place still isn't up to code?" amari asked after giving archer the whole tour of his ranch. the warning he'd previously been given had been warranted. but this one? well he thought he should be let off a little easier given the work he'd finally gotten around to putting in to the place. // @sztellites
"Look, man, I can see all the work you're doing, and that counts for something." Archie hates this part of the job, where he has to give bad news, where he has to disappoint. "it's looking great, really, just make sure you have proper egress before i have to sign off, you know? hell, I'll drag on the paperwork, give you some more time."
closed starter ( @sztellites ) 📍 tower hill
It wasn't like Joselia knew the firefighter all that well beyond a last name and a preference for early morning runs. It began by accident about four months ago, when Joselia found herself setting her pace against the hard-to-miss man who often ran at the same time and place as her. He offered a bit of silent competition, and Jo welcomed it-- hell, it even helped her shave almost a minute off her mile time. But then about a month ago they walked a cooldown mile together and Joselia decided Rockwell was genuinely nice-- Which is exactly what led to this, Joselia and Archie meeting at the end of the street for a late night run.
"Thanks for coming," she breathed when he was within earshot. Jo finished stretching her hamstring-- a habit she'd picked up as she inched closer to thirty-- and flashed a grateful smile at him. "I know some jiu-jitsu, for the record, but I would hate to get a reputation," she joked. When spring was inching into summer and the days were warmer, Joselia preferred to run after dark. There was a therapeutic element to the way the cool evening breeze blew in off the water. It was the closes to zen she'd gotten in years, and Jo wasn't exactly eager to give it up because of safety, not even with her brothers' warning voice in her head. Inviting Archie to run with her was the compromise, she supposed. "Long day?"
he’s often told he has a friendly demeanor. much like a golden retriever, his sister had said once. he's not exactly sure he agrees with that (though, there could is a cuddling argument to be made.) but still, he supposes it’s a good thing that people take kindy to him, that they feel safe with him, given the nature of his job. Imagine a firefighter you didn’t feel comfortable approaching? It was part of the entire persona
It’s a combination of soft blue eyes, an easy smile, and a personality that can be described as a gentle giant, he is sure, that prompts joselia to ask him to go on her nighttime run with her. It’s his love for running and his need to people-please that makes him agree.
It's a long shift, one that requires a late-night run, so when joselia thanks him, he waves it off with a smile, "Please, you're doing me a favor by keeping me motivated; if I didn't say yes, I would've skipped my run altogether." he stretches his shoulders out a moment, standing there, letting a laugh escape "i think if there's any reputation to have, it's that one, actually."
a hum, a shake of his head "always is, it's not always cats stuck in trees, you know? what about you, though? running for the therapy of it?"
"for you." ayanna said, offering archer a bottle of the newest lotion she'd received but hadn't yet to put on the shelves. so maybe he was the guinea pig, didn't mean it couldn't be beneficial to him too. "let me know what you think of it, yeah?" // @sztellites
he blinks at the bottle that's been placed in his hands, turning it over and reading the label, blue eyes lifting to regard her again, an eyebrow quirking. "Is this to avoid the 'stop lighting sage without proper ventilation' lecture you're about to receive?"
⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ Welcome to Marina, Archer Rockwell ( cis man, he/him ) ! They are a thirty-five-year-old who resides in TOWER HILL. They work as a/an FIREFIGHTER/PARAMEDIC and are said to look a lot like DAVID CORENSWET. People around the island find them to be +LIONHEARTED and +CHARISMATIC, but also -HEDONISTIC and -RESTLESS. what do you think?
DAVID CORENSWET as CLARK KENT SUPERMAN (2025)
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