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[ heart's on the line - open ]
« on: August 31, 2019, 11:50:44 AM »

roman had done a lot in his life. he’d constantly prided himself on being the jack of all trades, excelling in many things people could only dream of conquering. his parents had always wanted their kids to be well-rounded, able to be whoever they needed to be in order to get by. the darrow siblings could assimilate and adapt well, better than most.

that being said, once he had come to bluestem, he felt like he suddenly wasn’t the jack of all trades.

guess his parents had never felt a need to teach him some rather unique requests for city life. such as hunting bison. or even chopping up some firewood. roman was determined to excel in it, though, while still not quite willing to put his pride aside to have someone accompany him. he’d figured it out - it wasn’t that damn hard - but someone could’ve told him how grueling it could be to get firewood.

wiping sweat from his brow, he took a long pause before eventually raising the maul above his head, sending the maul to break the wood with a satisfying crackle. manual labor had never particularly been his thing, but he supposed if he wanted to stay on silas’s good side, he might as well do what was asked of him.


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Re: [ heart's on the line - open ]
« Reply #1 on: September 04, 2019, 08:44:59 AM »
      Silas had a soft spot for Brock. It was evident in the way Silas would willingly bow down and kiss Brock's ass if that was asked of him - Brock assumed that perhaps insecurities led the younger man to seek such assurance from Brock. That, or he never really had a secure father figure in his life. Brock wouldn't complain, however. Whilst Silas was glad to boss people around, Brock had the fortune of simply sitting back with a cigarette, feet kicked up as he watched the hustle and bustle of a working day around him. Treated like a king he supposed - just where Brock wanted to be.

Cigarette lodged between his fingers, Brock wandered through the camp, following the sounds of logs being chopped, until he found himself heading towards Roman. He slowed as he got nearby, silent as observant eyes followed Roman's movements, smoking quietly to himself. Roman was standoffish, not very open to Brock. A tough nut to crack, Brock presumed, yet it'd only be a matter of time until Roman realized that there was nothing to be concerned about. Allowing Brock into his life would be the greatest decision Roman would have ever have made.

Tipping his chin up, Brock paused briefly before commenting carefully, ❝ Fantastic job, my friend. Your hard-working nature is quite respectable. ❞ Word sounded so genuine. Like a father proud of his son. ❝ If there was another maul, then I would've gladly have joined you in this task. ❞ Oh, dear God, Brock hoped there wasn't another maul laying around.

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 // plot
♘ 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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Offline roman.

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Re: [ heart's on the line - open ]
« Reply #2 on: September 07, 2019, 09:18:15 PM »

brock had found his way over to roman’s work. funny, seeing as the hardest work roman had seen the man do today was tap ash off of his cigarette. silas had a weird relationship with brock, one that ro couldn’t decide was balanced or unbalanced in its ways. on one hand, it seemed like silas would give the man the goddamn moon if he so much as asked for it- while brock would sit there on a work day, leaned back casually smoking a cigarette. indifferent to anything silas might ask for in return. it was easy to say that roman was a bit biased, so perhaps his own scope was a bit blurred on this subject.

the man compliment him and it seemed so- real. genuine. he glanced over his shoulder at the man, gaze lingering for a moment before looking away. he tended to take compliments that were fairly important to him and pocket them, save them… he didn’t do the same with brock’s. “thanks,” he said simply in reply, not willing to give the man too much of his time-- until… the man paused for a moment in his work.

“actually,” he said, turning to look over at brock. “i saw another one back there.” he held the maul out to brock, a smug, smug look gleaming in the depths of his blue eyes. “take this and i’ll go grab the other one. friend.” he said all the words the same, but the pause between ‘friend’ and the rest of the sentence only truly sent it home. a nice touch, he’d like to admit.
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Re: [ heart's on the line - open ]
« Reply #3 on: September 11, 2019, 05:56:58 AM »
      Brock was quite enjoying the life that he got to lead in Bluestem Prairie. The relationship between leader and marshal was a twisted one - corrupt. Whilst together, Brock and Silas appeared to get along like a house on fire but beneath it all had been subtle manipulation. Slowly pushing Silas into doing things that perhaps he'd not be readily willing to have done before. But, Silas trusted Brock - everyone trusted Brock. After all, he gave people a family to belong to. Now Silas without Brock would make no sense. Sure, perhaps Brock was controlling but Silas was coping with it like a champ. So much for disregarding authority.

As for Roman... He was far less trusting of Brock, which was funny because Brock hadn't even given him reason to dislike him yet. Oh, but he really truly could give Roman a whole list of reasons to dislike him. Hate him, even. But, Brock would save that list for another day. Instead, lips curled up into a wicked smile towards Roman before sucking on the cigarette quietly.

But then, his plan had backfired. Make it seem like he would've been a good man by helping, but Brock really didn't want to get his trousers all dirtied from all the chips and shavings of wood flying about. He stiffened, shifty eyes darting over at Roman, almost glaring at the other man. What the hell was he doing? Surely, he didn't even want Brock around to help. That god damn smug look; it made Brock sick.

A smile which resembled more of a grimace found itself settling on his features, tapping the ash off of his cigarette before countering, ❝ I'm afraid no can do... I... Um- ❞ He paused momentarily, gesturing in the silence as he tried to come up with a white lie on the spot. ❝ My carpal tunnel syndrome. ❞ He finally announced, pursing his lips. ❝ Plays up when chopping wood - I'm really showing my age, huh? ❞ He began chuckling nervously, before taking a step back. Oh, Brock was gonna make Roman so sorry for humiliating him.

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 // plot
♘ 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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« Reply #4 on: September 12, 2019, 01:58:04 PM »

roman was used to working for his recognition. when he was a young kid who didn’t contribute to the family’s enterprise, there was a certain guilt that came with it. when everyone sat at the table counting their money, he would stand on one side of the tall table on the tips of his toes, peering at the dollars sprawled over the surface. he would watch as his brother was patted proudly on the back, or as livvy was fondly kissed on the forehead. sure, money might not have earned happiness, but it earned recognition. and money didn’t come without hard work.

 cas had been exceptionally good at finessing people, making them feel sympathy so that they’d be begging him to take their cash. his parents would pretend to be big people that they weren’t, conning people into buying into large estates that didn’t exist. he could remember his father constantly bragging about how he’d convinced a man that he was selling the eiffel tower – and the man had been so embarrassed he’d fallen for it that he never went to the authorities. and roman wanted to be so much like them… roman found his niche pretty quick in the art of pickpocketing. the hard work that came with it was admirable and he earned just as much praise as the rest of them. he would be damned if he ever stood on the sidelines while others of the group worked their asses off.

and there he was again, tapping the ash off of his cigarette. roman watched the action with a certain indifference. the man was left gesturing in silence while he looked for an excuse. a lie. he lifted his gaze back up to the man. ”come on old man. you’re better than this. give me something.” there was something hard to distinguish gleaming in rome’s gaze. smugness, a certain enjoyment from seeing the seemingly infallible brock van den bergh humiliated.

he might not have cared to pocket the man’s seemingly genuine compliment, but this? this was worth trying to remember forever. “yeah. right.” he stared at the man a moment longer before he lowered the maul back down to his side. the smug and joy seemed to have faded in his gaze, replaced then with a certain satisfaction. he should be thanking silas for giving him this job, else this would’ve never occurred. it had been far too long since roman had gotten to watch someone else squirm, especially someone of the likes of brock.

 with that he turned back to the wood, seeming indifferent to whatever had occurred even while he was anything but. “you should head back, brock. i think your seat’s getting cold.” casual. but the words didn’t need much emotion to do the talking for him. easily one of the most blatant remarks roman had made towards someone in a long while. there was a message there, though, not meant to be overlooked. brock could go and have his ass kissed by silas, but roman would be out there doing actual work like he'd always done. let’s see who gets farther.


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