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[ fell from the peak - open ]
« on: August 05, 2019, 12:18:01 PM »

rome preferred the quiet nights. nights where, after people were done eating and they all filed away from the campfire, he sat on one of the logs all alone. staring up at the stars. stargazing. there was something about it that brought him peace of mind. he'd never been the sentimental type, but he was the type to store memories. he'd pocket them to look back on whenever he needed the boost in morale. and, so many of those memories he'd pocketed over the years always started with staring up at a clear night sky. someone sitting there with him. talking about anything and everything.

tonight, he was a bit more contemplative. there were so many things on his mind, yet so little he could do to remedy them. looking up at the sky, he'd think about his family, wondering if they were looking up at the same night sky. wondering if they still thought about him the way he did. he leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs as he turned his gaze to the campfire. most would dread the quiet nights where they were left alone with their thoughts. roman on the other hand embraced it.

he breathed out a deep sigh and with that looked back up at the starry night sky.

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Re: [ fell from the peak - open ]
« Reply #1 on: August 06, 2019, 09:15:16 AM »
      The evenings in Bluestem Prairie were peaceful, there was no doubt about it. The crackling fire was slowly dying, as well as the voices of once lively people throughout the course of the day. It was a time to settle down, for people to have some time to themselves before finally heading to bed to get some well earned rest. The soft sound of a gramophone played gentle tunes from Brock's schooner, the older man comfortable at rest as he sat back in a chair, sucking on a cigarette. Eyes closed, untroubled in that very moment, as he quietly allowed the quiet music to filter through his ears. The music player was quite possibly one of the most valuable items in his possession, an heirloom which had survived generations of the Van Den Bergh legacy. Although the gramophone had seen very much in its time, all worn and scratched, it was still very clear just how much Brock took care of it.

Fluttering his eyes open, he searched across the camp, gaze landing on Roman who appeared to be in some contemplative haze. Cocking his head to the side with curiosity, the older man slowly rose to his feet with a soft grunt before wandering over. He wondered what could have Roman in such a peaceful state of mind - an almost infectious way of being at this time of the evening. Taking one last puff of his cigarette, Brock finally stomped it out before taking a seat on a nearby log around the campfire. ❝ A penny for your thoughts? ❞ He finally questioned, raising a brow as he peered over before finally turning to look into the fire. ❝ It's quite the evening; very tranquil. ❞

Spoiler: tags :: updated 07/18 • show
basics.
♘ brock van den bergh // no known nicknames
♘ male // he/him
♘ forty seven // ages real time // born third january
♘ member of bluestem prairie // formerly traveled with family and confidants
♘ led a gang with his closest confidants and colleagues before his wife died
♘ group unraveled during his grief, so he and his son soon left for BP
♘ joined BP april 2039
♘ promoted to marshal

appearance.
faceclaim - jeffrey dean morgan
voice claim - jeffrey dean morgan [tw. violence]
♘ 6'0ft // strong, well-built frame
♘ dark chocolate brown eyes and salt and pepper hair
♘ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♘ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
♘ has anarchistic worldview // wants a world free from rules and regulations
♘ very well educated and therefore eloquent in his ways
♘ pro-individualist idealism forms charisma that attracts following of deviants
♘ has a kind, caring and playful disposition // very encouraging
♘ confident and sees himself as a sort of mentor
♘ shows a genuine compassion for allies // full of compliments
♘ his fearlessness often overlaps into recklessness
♘ very driven by vengeance and his own ego
♘ scarily charming and charismatic
♘ behavior has grown more aggressive, violent, and erratic recently
♘ often gaslights people to have things his way
♘ gets under people's skin using his charm to control them
♘ acts like the group's father and mentor // it's merely manipulation
♘ there is no ❝ real ❞ brock // he changes based on who he's with
♘ hypocritical // every ideal he preaches, he ends up breaking in some way
♘ he cares for himself over everyone else // driven by his own ego
♘ distances himself from conflict unless he knows he’s well guarded
♘ every decision of him is for self-preservation first and foremost
♘ terribly selfish // he only genuinely cares when it's convenient
♘ he would martyr anyone for his cause and has no shame in it
♘ takes in those in need of it, but not without his own ulterior motives
♘ only helps people as he knows these people will ❝ owe ❞ him after
♘ carries himself with the vigor of a much better, and mentally stronger, man
♘ picks pretty words and weaves them together, but is shallow all the same
♘ fashioned himself into something of a robin hood-like figure in the past
♘ he still thinks of himself in this manner // a vigilante

relationships.
♘ horatio van den bergh x tanya van den bergh // both deceased
♘ two sisters, one older and one younger
♘ heterosexual, heteromantic
♘ widowed when his wife, alexandra, was shot and killed
♘ father of jamie van den bergh
♘ once owned a dog named baron who has since died
♘ owns a horse named prospector // adores him

interaction.
storage // playlist // pinterest
♘ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
♘ very insensitive and brutal when it comes to harming others
♘ he'd even harm/omit to help his own allies if it does not benefit him
I HAVE A PISTOL PARTY AND I KILL 'EM ALL
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Re: [ fell from the peak - open ]
« Reply #2 on: August 09, 2019, 12:02:47 PM »

“a penny for your thoughts?”
he turned his head to see brock van den bergh sitting down at a nearby log. brock. one of the people here that roman found difficult to truly decipher. at first there had been moments where he figured the guy was relatively harmless. simply a man, a father figure, doing his best to get through this new day and age. too nice to be true, but not quite a bad thing. however, the more he hung around the guy, the more he felt a certain unease prick at him. after all these years, he figured he shouldn’t ignore all of his preconceived beliefs about how someone acted-- because, more often than not, they were all-too true. penny for his thoughts… he’d have to get a whole lot more than a penny if he were to exchange any of his thoughts with brock van den bergh.

still, he figured that while he debated the nature of most of the people in bluestem, he would remain the same when interacting with the somewhat-shifty characters in bluestem. nodding his head absently to brock’s words, he took a deep sigh before looking up at the sky. “just crazy how shit happens.” the most vague way of saying what was on his mind. but still fitting, nonetheless. he turned his gaze back over towards brock, staring a moment longer before asking, “d’you have any cigarettes?” of course he did. he could still smell the smoke- it just mattered if brock would give him any.



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Re: [ fell from the peak - open ]
« Reply #3 on: August 14, 2019, 12:15:54 PM »
      Brock was a people-pleaser, it was clear in his suave smile and sickeningly amicable ways. Charm was attractive and charisma helped Brock in finding a good group of people who adored his company, saw him as the father to all those who did not have a father. But, it was all lies. Nobody could be that generous and unconditional with their affection, and it didn’t even take a genius to figure that one out. But, when it came to Brock Van Den Bergh, he quite simply had a way to lure people into a false sense of security with him, the superficial kindness which was seemingly so real.

Not many people thought to contemplate Brock’s ways, often misguided by his nurturing exterior to ever question any other side to the older man. He most certainly didn’t expect Roman to find any fault in Brock’s questionable intentions or notice that unsettling sensation whenever he was in the room. Brows bunched up together, eyes narrowing curiously as peered over towards Roman, thinking about his words before following the other’s gaze to look up at the sky, too. He pursed his lips in thought, before softly humming in agreement.

❝ Oh, I agree... Life is supposed to be a journey of self-discovery yet all it truly teaches us is how to die. Everything in the middle has very little meaning ultimately, if we were to look at the bigger picture... It's just strange to think about this life. One day it'll expose us all and after that we will be nothing but dust. ❞ He paused before chuckling to himself. As usual, he picked pretty words and wove them together, and yet his words were shallow all the same. He was always one to try come across as wise, even though he as a human being was about as superficial as it could get. And then, silence.

He sighed, and then turned to look over at Roman. ❝ You may not want to speak about anything to me now, but know that I'm always here... If you ever want to talk. ❞ And with that he lowered his gaze, raising a brow and patting around at his jacket. ❝ I'm afraid not, my friend. Didn't realize you smoked. ❞ He questioned, hand hovering over the lighter and box of cigarettes in his jacket pocket.

Spoiler: tags :: updated 07/18 • show
basics.
♘ brock van den bergh // no known nicknames
♘ male // he/him
♘ forty seven // ages real time // born third january
♘ member of bluestem prairie // formerly traveled with family and confidants
♘ led a gang with his closest confidants and colleagues before his wife died
♘ group unraveled during his grief, so he and his son soon left for BP
♘ joined BP april 2039
♘ promoted to marshal

appearance.
faceclaim - jeffrey dean morgan
voice claim - jeffrey dean morgan [tw. violence]
♘ 6'0ft // strong, well-built frame
♘ dark chocolate brown eyes and salt and pepper hair
♘ physical health - 100% // current injuries: none
♘ mental health - 100% // N/A

personality.
♘ has anarchistic worldview // wants a world free from rules and regulations
♘ very well educated and therefore eloquent in his ways
♘ pro-individualist idealism forms charisma that attracts following of deviants
♘ has a kind, caring and playful disposition // very encouraging
♘ confident and sees himself as a sort of mentor
♘ shows a genuine compassion for allies // full of compliments
♘ his fearlessness often overlaps into recklessness
♘ very driven by vengeance and his own ego
♘ scarily charming and charismatic
♘ behavior has grown more aggressive, violent, and erratic recently
♘ often gaslights people to have things his way
♘ gets under people's skin using his charm to control them
♘ acts like the group's father and mentor // it's merely manipulation
♘ there is no ❝ real ❞ brock // he changes based on who he's with
♘ hypocritical // every ideal he preaches, he ends up breaking in some way
♘ he cares for himself over everyone else // driven by his own ego
♘ distances himself from conflict unless he knows he’s well guarded
♘ every decision of him is for self-preservation first and foremost
♘ terribly selfish // he only genuinely cares when it's convenient
♘ he would martyr anyone for his cause and has no shame in it
♘ takes in those in need of it, but not without his own ulterior motives
♘ only helps people as he knows these people will ❝ owe ❞ him after
♘ carries himself with the vigor of a much better, and mentally stronger, man
♘ picks pretty words and weaves them together, but is shallow all the same
♘ fashioned himself into something of a robin hood-like figure in the past
♘ he still thinks of himself in this manner // a vigilante

relationships.
♘ horatio van den bergh x tanya van den bergh // both deceased
♘ two sisters, one older and one younger
♘ heterosexual, heteromantic
♘ widowed when his wife, alexandra, was shot and killed
♘ father of jamie van den bergh
♘ once owned a dog named baron who has since died
♘ owns a horse named prospector // adores him

interaction.
storage // playlist // pinterest
♘ physically: very hard // mentally: hard
♘ very insensitive and brutal when it comes to harming others
♘ he'd even harm/omit to help his own allies if it does not benefit him
I HAVE A PISTOL PARTY AND I KILL 'EM ALL
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Re: [ fell from the peak - open ]
« Reply #4 on: August 17, 2019, 11:49:47 AM »

his gaze lingered on brock as the man smoke about the meaning of life. a rather father-like thing to talk about, paired with a whole different path one wouldn’t expect a father to make. and paired with a chuckle, a stark difference to the ‘deep’ and ‘dark’ words the man had simply spoke. it happened to be things like that which made roman uneasy, question everything that he once thought he knew about the man. he’d never let his uneasiness show, however. he’d been around all kinds of shifty characters in his life. he, himself, happened to be a rather shifty character-- if this guy felt deserving of making him uneasy, he was barking up the wrong tree.

he still contemplated the man’s words before nodding his head, and turning his gaze back towards the fire. “you believe all that?” he questioned absently, a sort of way to beguile the man into going on further. getting deeper into the man’s thoughts. “what about leaving some legacy, a mark on the world?” even that had no meaning? if so, then what would the point be of brock being as shifty as he was, if not to leave an impact on the world in the grand scheme of things. it was the smallest way to pick away at brock. try and understand the ever-complex man sitting across from him.

i’m always here if you ever want to talk. nice try.

he looked at the man as he said he didn’t have any smokes. and he gazed at him with a certain look. A glance between his pockets and then locking on the man’s eyes type of look - the look that could very clearly convey that roman knew. he let it linger on brock’s gaze, unwavering (the confident little shit). he wasn’t afraid to let the man know- if anything, it was just to give the man a small glimpse into that head of ro’s. ultimately, though, he turned his gaze away from the man who smelled of cigarette smoke. opted not to speak aloud what they both knew. “that’s too bad.” a pause. said so casually it was almost believable. “been smoking ever since i can remember.”



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