#rcmandaniels

[liloumilani]

closed starter to @rcmandaniels

One day they told Lilou that the body never forgets the sensation of drugs or alcohol flooding its system. She disagrees. The body might forget, but the mind doesn't, and that's where the problem lies for her. Even after years of keeping her life on the right track, in difficult moments, her mind pleaded to remind her body of how the sensation felt. That's when Lilou decided to return to the meetings of the addicts' group, which she had discovered when she moved to the city. She knew her sobriety needed a bit of maintenance, and she decided to do so to continue keeping her life in place.

Nevertheless, it was hard. It was hard to enter a place like that again because she knew exactly the stories she would hear, and she didn't know if she wanted to step into that zone again. Lilo sighed, taking a cigarette from the pack she carried and placing it in her mouth while searching for a lighter. Pockets? None. Purse? Nothing. Damn. Her eyes finally noticed the people around her, looking for someone who might, by chance, help her with her non-illicit vice. ❝Hey. Excuse me, do you have a lighter?❞ she asked a man not far from her, who seemed to have just come out of the same building she would enter in a few minutes, with a cigarette in his hand.

#tw: drugs mention #tw: alchohol mention #rcmandaniels

[mctildatautou]

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : holy spirits 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 : @rcmandaniels Matilda had shed a few habits over time, like the nightly routine of partying that had become a staple, no matter what the day was. She'd stopped reaching for the small baggie and even quit the habit of picking at her split ends when she was bored. But one thing she couldn't let go of was her craving for a glass of red wine after a long day. She was still settling into the town, and part of that process included a personal mission to explore every nook and cranny it had to offer. When someone at the grocery store mentioned a speakeasy tucked away in a church basement, she knew she had to check it out and she just so happened to be passing by it.

As she walked toward the bar, she was surprised to find it nearly full for a weeknight. Only one barstool remained empty in the corner, so she slid into it and settled in. Placing her purse against the wall, she leaned forward to catch the bartender's eye. He nodded in her direction, and she took it as her cue to order. "Glass of Merlot, please," she said with a small smile, sitting back in her seat.

Then it was time to indulge in one of Matilda's favorite pastimes: people-watching. In the dimly lit room, she shifted her gaze from one end of the bar all the way to the person seated next to her. But when her blue eyes landed on the profile of the one person she wished she could avoid in Providence Peak, the air was knocked out of her lungs. "Merde," she muttered, exhaling the breath she'd been holding. She could pretend she hadn't seen him, but that would lead to yet another embarassing situation she would much rather avoid. "I'll leave once I get my drink, I promise," she said out into the air, just in case he noticed her too.

#rcmandaniels #interactions ft. roman

[atlaswilliams]

location — the vinyl countdown.

character — @rcmandaniels

There had been a time where the record store felt more like a second home to him than any other place in the world. He'd all but asked for a job there, if only to get first dibs on the best records and the discount along with them. In the day's find, he'd been flipping through the C's when he stumbled upon a CCR album with a cover that barely looked touched. Did he have a copy of it? Probably more than one, but nothing as clean and new-looking as the one he'd put aside to purchase. The construction worker continued to flip through stacks, his focus shifting every so often to the only other customer in the store. "So, you're a fan of the classics? I don't see too many of those anymore," he greeted, holding up his vinyl with a smirk resting lazily on his mouth. It seemed like the only time the shop was full was during big sale weeks. "Don't think I've seen you around before. You new to the area, or new to record collecting?"

#rcmandaniels #character: roman daniels.

[kayaduboiss]

who: Roman Daniels where: The Daniels Residence, Summit Lake

"Putain!"

She couldn't help her expletive as she burnt herself against the rim of the pan where the veggie bacon sizzled away. She always used to bitch about it because it just wasn't like the true thing, but she had to admit, the last time she tried it five years prior it most definitely didn't sizzle. Science. Culinary one at that. So much so that she'd apparently lost all motor function and decided resting against a burning hot iron cast was the way to go.

She moved the pan out of the fire almost as an afterthought as she rushed towards the sink, sticking her hand under the cold stream of water. This is why she hated cooking, bloody hell, that hurt. She cursed again as the water started numbing the area; this was so not how she wanted this morning to go. She'd not slept that well, nothing new there, and decided last minute maybe cooking the birthday boy breakfast might be a nice gesture to add to the whole speech of 'hey, thank you for letting me invade your house for three weeks and fill the living room floor with toy horses' she'd get around to eventually.

Nevermind that there'd been no eggs. Or milk. She'd found one of those terrible British baked beans cans she had judged Roman for putting on toast on multiple occasions, and the veggie bacon. So she was making due, with bread in the toaster, judging the blue can standing in the counter, and an arm stuck under the running sink.

"Fucking vegetarians." she blew some hairs that had escaped her bun in annoyance, cursing the universe for her misfortunes.

@rcmandaniels

#threads #ft. amethyst #ft. roman

[tysingh]

closed starter for @rcmandaniels at the vinyl countdown

With far too many restrictions on her physical activity and little else of interest to do, Ty had been struggling to find ways to pass the time. There was only so much time she could spend lingering around Emmy's restaurant before her best friend had to chase her off. With Jasper at her side helping guide her walking around downtown, Ty found herself heading into the records shop to see if there was anything worthwhile to pick up. Since she refused to get with the times and get any type of music streaming device, a record player and an old radio were her go-to for any music. Walking inside, her head tilted a bit, brows narrowing in the direction of the clerk that was behind the counter. Something about him felt familiar, but that meant almost nothing to Ty, who remembered very few of the people she met. "Who are you," she called out. "You look familiar." Maybe she'd seen him on TV, maybe at some dumb celebrity event she'd been dragged to, Ty wasn't sure. All she knew was that something about him felt like she'd seen his face before.

#interactions #interactions ft. roman daniels

[fletcher-braley]

CLOSED STARTER for @rcmandaniels at Frontier Foods

The thing about Roman is that he'd always been a hard read. Not that Fletcher is into the art of prying. He likes his own privacy respected, thus returns that same grace to anyone and everyone around him. It still doesn't stop him from taking all the little mental notes he can.

Just as he has with Roman.

Never has Fletcher asked more than anything surface level — that smalltown politeness instilled in him by his mother makes small talk almost obligatory — but there is something there that draws him to conversation. "Hey, Roman," comes the simple greeting when Fletcher 'coincidentally' crosses paths with him in the soup aisle.

"Are you here for the Campbell's sale, too? It might be kiddish, but I'm a fan of the chicken and stars one, so I got to stock up while I can."

#٭ ❛ interaction 【 para. 】 #♡ ⁄ with. roman daniels

[elifalvey]

LOCATION — Peak Seasons Ballroom, Saints & Sinners event.

WHO — Elijah & Roman ( @rcmandaniels ).

Before the night even properly began, Elijah made a vow to himself to check his phone as minimally as he possibly could until he and Aslihan left the hotel room sometime tomorrow morning — at least. Not that he didn’t want to know about what the girls and all three of their cats were up to since they parted ways, but he had to admit that his parents were extremely excessive with relaying that information, down to documenting every little detail. Rightfully so, he supposed, since Rhiannon was their first and only grandchild, but the whole point of coming out and staying overnight at Peak Seasons was so they could spend uninterrupted time together, and the barrage of text messages coming through his phone wasn’t exactly helping. He’d appreciate it practically any other time except tonight, so he simply tried to stay away from it all together. It didn’t really work, though — Aslihan slipped away from him to chat with someone she knew and he peeked at his lockscreen to find three missed calls from his mother, which was . . . odd. At that point, he was unable to put the antics at home out of his mind and he headed away from the noisy ballroom to work out what was going on. He went farther out than the relatively quieter lobby, figuring that while he was away he might as well have a smoke. However, he instantly regretted it once the chilly outdoor wind whipped against his bare skin and he realized that his girlfriend still had his robe. He didn’t notice that Roman had been standing a short distance away from the exit either, otherwise that would have been enough to have the musician turn on his heel instantaneously and redirect back inside.

#INTERACTIONS. #ft. roman #i do apologize for the lack of dialogue #eli is a little bitch is all i can say :D

[carlavillanueva]

Characters: Carla Villanueva & Roman Daniels (@rcmandaniels) Location: Deja Brew Closed Starter

With Valentine's Day being so close now, everywhere was just a flurry of roses and hearts and red decor. It honestly gave her a headache, even if she was lowkey one of the people contributing to the marketing scheme that was the holiday. Nathan was away and with Freddie replacing him temporarily, she had subtly assumed a role as his PA for the time being. Which was just an excuse to spend more time in his office, really, but it wasn't like the people at the distillery didn't realize they were back together. She was out on errands and decided to stop for a coffee when the devious idea to get Freddie the sweetest and pinkest drink on the menu crept into her mind. She would make up for it with the darkest black coffee she could muster afterwards and he'd forgive her. After she approached the counter and placed her order, she saw someone glancing at her with a very judgemental look. "What? Aren't you interested in trying the white chocolate strawberry mocha with two extra pumps of strawberry syrup just in time for Valentine's Day?" She questioned with a teasing smile.

#interactions || carla #carla & roman

[jeanieprabhakar]

location: the midnight bar

status: closed ( @rcmandaniels )

In Jeanie's defense (and contrary to popular belief) she did actually know how to control herself most of the time. She knew she could be a bit much with all the verbal diarrhoea and the intense enthusiasm about... well, everything, plenty of people had pointed it out to her, but really she could be so much worse. Take for instance when she was tired. Being chill was much harder when she was half asleep, it required way too much energy, and she was only human after all. Poor Roman just happened to have the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Hovering by his table she didn't bother to repress her excitement. “You're Roman Daniels.” Okay so the Cheshire Cat grin was maybe unnecessary, but it was the middle of the night and she'd used up all her good sense at work. If there was a slightly manic gleam to her eyes she couldn't help it. Sue her. “Man, I love your show. You totally make cleaning out the coffee filter bearable, even if you never play my requests. What are you reading, anything good?”

#━━ 「 ROMAN» interactions. 」

[foster-notmatty]

—Starter for @rcmandaniels Location: Wolfhound Pub

"Seat's open, if you're looking," he nodded to the barstool next to him, taking pity on the man who had clearly been searching for a seat. He blamed Phoebe for the fact he was even offering at all; something about general contentedness making him more generous and outgoing. It was a far cry from the first time he met her — when he'd been certain she'd mistaken him and was desperately looking for an out.

#c: roman daniels #//i stand by my small brain statement this is the best i could come up with

[sebvora]

LOCATION: The Vinyl Countdown.

WHEN: April 22nd.

WHO: Sebastian & Roman ( @rcmandaniels ).

The little bell above the Vinyl Countdown’s door chimed above Sebastian’s head, signaling his entrance — but if it hadn’t been for the bell, the piercing bark of his newly adopted dog, lovingly deemed King Charles, would have done the same. The fighter was holding onto him with one hand, tucked underneath his armpit. Treated like a real king, he’d say, because real kings didn’t need to walk on the floor with their own feet or whatever. Real kings were also allowed to go wherever they wanted, so while he wasn’t too sure if dogs were even allowed in the record shop, he didn’t really care. Besides, he promised Phoebe that he’d stop in the next time he passed it on the way home to see if they had a specific version of Taylor’s new album (because despite his aversion to the artist, he was still a good friend), and it wasn’t his fault that the next time just so happened to be with Charles in tow. He barked again, and instead of apologizing for it, Sebastian simply moved further into the store to browse the aisles. There was hardly anyone else inside, except for the man running the counter just a few feet away, and when he couldn’t find what he was looking for in approximately thirty seconds, he turned to him and asked, “Yo! You guys gotta have TSwizzle’s new album, right? Wait —” His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck? Why do you look so familiar?”

#INTERACTIONS. #ft. roman

[emelinecormier]

— rmoan roman daniels vinyl countdown stall, any day.

"If it isn't my favorite half-dressed man," Emmy greeted with a grin, recognizing the man's face almost instantly as she glanced up from where she'd been sifting through sale records to try and find one that her wife would like. She wasn't sure if it was appropriate to comment on his lack of clothing at a previous party when it seemed like he was working, but she always had a difficult time bothering to filter what she said and doubted anyone in that stall would mind. "You should've mentioned where you worked sooner, I would've been by a long time ago to cash in my I entertained you at a sex party discount card."

@rcmandaniels

#interaction.roman #interaction.all

[elifalvey]

ON THIS DAY 10 YEARS AGO:

TWITTER — AMETHYSTBAND JUST TWEETED NEW PHOTOS.

( @rcmandaniels )

#ROMAN. #AMETHYST. #KAYA. #SOCIAL MEDIA. #happy ...... 31st birthday romie 🥳 #since eli won't be celebrating your 41st hehehe

[tysingh]

closed starter for @rcmandaniels at the wolfhound pub

Looking for a quieter, calmer night, Ty found herself at the pub, where the atmosphere was more relaxed than some of the other bars she'd passed on the way there. She'd seated herself at the front, a glass of whiskey in front of her that she was nursing as she vaguely watched the hockey game that was on the TV in front of her. It was exactly what she'd hoped for...until it wasn't. As was sometimes the case when alcohol was involved, a group at a table behind started to get rowdy, a fight breaking out that sent a man stumbling into her chair. Without hesitation, Ty had turned and sent a punch flying to knock the guy out of her space, a snarl of annoyance coming as he stumbled away. "Fuck's sake, what'd you do to piss him off?" she snapped towards a more familiar face that was standing nearby. She didn't know if Roman had been involved whatsoever in the fight that had broken out, but he was close and she already thought poorly of him, so it just made sense to her that he was the instigator in some capacity.

#interactions #interactions ft. roman daniels