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Theo James as Sidney Parker in Sanditon (2019)

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TASK I.

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐘𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃… 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑫.

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his jaw clenched and hands tightly around the edge of the counter, roman watches as the team turns his kitchen into pure chaos. it’s quite impressive really, considering the absolute order and cleanliness that had reigned here until earlier tonight. there was no denying though that he had prefered that state of affairs vastly over whatever the hell was happening now. hell indeed was quite the fitting descriptor, his own personal hell. still, he had no clue just what he had done to deserve it (though there were several ideas swirling through his mind). 

there was some part of him that had been considering just ditching the crew and his appartment for the night, leave to a nice bar and come back once the chaos was done with but he knew sera would be anything but pleased with that. it meant, however, that when eddie approached him with two glasses of wine in hand, roman all too happily took the one he was being offered. “ ah, trying to sedate me with alcohol, huh? ” he inquired, a wry smirk playing on his lips as twirled the glass in his hand. “ it was a surprise when we got the invite. i’ve had a couple of days to prepare now, i guess. ” clinking his glass against the doctor’s, he then took a sip. “ not that it helped much. ” taking a deep breathe, he looked at a particularly dangerous maneuvre kenji was attempting at the moment. “ i fear i’m not the most agreeable company tonight, eddie. you should probably go and join in on the fun instead. ” 

may 14th, 8:05pm roman’s apartment the doctor & number two (( @romcnesque ))

    eddie had arrived exactly on time, not just because of the last line on the invitation, but the idea of making people wait was simply something he could not handle. he of course had showed up with a bottle of wine, because you never show up empty handed to a dinner party, but what was set up in the kitchen was far from a dinner party. ❝ohh❞ eddie let out in a barely audible tone when the realization hit him, the invitation had been neither poetry nor riddle, it was actually a too many cooks situation, and they were actually creating the perfect slice. and people teased him about always taking things literally.  

   as the scene began to unfold in front of him, eddie could not help but think about the crew wrecking havoc in roman’s apartment, eddie was starting to become fond of them, but honesty was one of his better qualities, and he could almost smell the fire about to happen at any moment. making a beeline for one of the kitchen drawers, eddie fished out a corkscrew, forgoing the decanting he poured a couple of glasses and walked towards roman. ❝here❞ he said giving one to the second in command, ❝was this as much as a surprise to you as it was for me?❞ eddie asked with an apologetic smile, worrying about what the night had in store for the crew. 

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location: roman’s office.  date: may 14th, 9:10pm. with: booker wilson ( @bookerup )

the smell of pizza is already wafting through the apartment, the meal soon to be ready and the apartment surprisingly unharmed this far. at least as far as he was able to tell. wandering the hallway, he spots light spilling through the crack of the door belonging to his office. the office he’d locked just before everybody arrived in the hopes that for once decency might win over the constant almost compulsive need to misbehave that seemed to posess most of the members of the crew. he closes his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, before he walks up to the room, opening the door with a slight shove. 

“ you really couldn’t withstand the temptation of a locked door, huh? ” he questions as he steps into the frame of the door. it’s booker that sits in the chair behind his desk, looking like this was his office and not a room he had just intruded upon. looking like the damn king of the castle. while there was nothing here that he wouldn’t have wanted the other to find, the sight still bothers roman, though he hides that beneath a slight smirk. “ an admirer of interior design, are you?! i have to admit, there’s not much to show off with yet, i’ve only moved in here a couple of weeks ago after all. ” walking into the room, he let’s his fingertips brush over the sideboard carrying some non-descript decorative items. the bookcase, the armchair he has positioned in one of the corners. “ i haven’t quite found the time to give it a personal touch yet, if you understand what i mean.” there was nothing about him to be found here, that is what he meant. no hidden secrets, just a locked door. 

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location: roman’s living room. date: may 14th, 8:30pm. with: safiye aden ( @griftcrs ).

he takes a deep breathe, escaping the busy kitchen and thinking himself safe for the moment. as he had predicted, as anybody could have predicted (it didn’t take a strategic genius for this one), the pizza night had already devolved into sheer chaos. and as every interested spectator might deduce from the minimalistic interior of his apartment, roman despised chaos. he liked things to be in order, he liked people to behave orderly and he hated the coat of flour that was already settling on his kitchen appliances like a blanket, covering them for eternal sleep. so he does what he tends to do in these situations, he slipped away in search of just a little bit of peace. preferably somewhere where he’d be able to hear his own thoughts. 

upon entering the living room, he doesn’t dare sitting down, too aware of the possibility of somebody else coming to look for him any second. instead, he leans against one of the floor to ceiling bookshelves and without looking picks one of the closest books, his gaze still fixed on the door to make sure nobody noticed his silent escape. his hopes are, however, crushed a second later, as safiye’s figure appears in the door. 

“ ah, i guess i it was foolish of me to think that in an entire group of career criminals nobody would realize i left,”  he muses with a wry grin as he watches her step into the room, filling it with her presence as she somehow managed to do every single time. maybe it was something about the smell of her perfume. leaving that thought behind, he follows her gaze to the book in his hands and can’t help but laugh as he reads the title for the first time. “ stealing rembrandts — very fitting, you must admit. ” putting it back into the shelf, he sighs slightly. “ alright, are you just here to drag me back to the others or is there anything in particular you were looking for? ” 

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Theo James as Ivan Warding (Lying and Stealing, 2019)

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- seraphina.​

where: roman’s apartment. when: 14th of may, 5:00 pm. who: closed to @romcnesque​

It’s a cheeky move, declaring the location of a dinner without first informing the supposed host.

But isn’t that just her brand of boldness? Always a boundary pusher, always a limit tester, always nudging others into growth—regardless of how uncomfortable it may be. Besides, once everything gets properly started—once she starts drawing targets on the big fishes, the ones with teeth…and guns—Seraphina will be demanding more from Roman than just one impromptu gathering in their home. Much more.

So, might as well start small. How small? Two large coolers filled with sauce, dough, and toppings, small.

They knock and the door opens.

A smile spreads, warm like the summer day. Warm like the kitchen will be in a few hours time. “Good afternoon, Roman. I’m here to set up for the dinner.”

They take a step forward and push into the apartment—no response needed. As they navigate towards the kitchen they call back to their Second, inky locks falling over their shoulder in waves.

“You should start hiding the things you don’t want anyone to find. I’m sure at least one of these rascals will go rummaging through your drawers.”

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the sigh escaping roman upon the knock on the door is indication enough, indication about the way he’s dreaded this moment ever since sera had distributed their invitations. as second in command, he had known rather little (to be precise: nothing) about her plans for this particular team building exercise and throughout the last four days, he’d tried convincing the boss that every other apartment would be a much better choice. no need to say that he hasn’t been very successful. 

getting up from his desk, he closes the buttons on his suit jacket as he walks over to open the door. part of him had hoped for a couple more hours of quiet before the storm but apparently sera didn’t plan on extending his solitude for even just a minute longer.

“ good afternoon. ” there is little for him to do but watch her walk into the apartment, past him and over to the kitchen. the kitchen that she had redecorated especially for this event, roman hardly being able to recognize it as the functional work space it has been before. 

closing the door, he sighs one more time before following her into the kitchen. looking at the watch on his wrist, he shakes his head. “ what preperations are you planning on that will take us three hours? i thought you wanted them to bake the pizza themselves. ” 

leaning against one of the counters and watching her movements, he chuckles at her warning. oh, he certainly wouldn’t put it past any of the other crew members not to be able to keep their hands to themselves. “ i’m locking the office and my bedroom, though i’m quite sure that won’t stop the more determined ones. sometimes i look back rather fondly on the days where i was working with people who had absolutely no interest in messing with my personal belongings. ” 

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the doctor and grifter

The Doctor — Are you good at taking care of people? Or would you leave someone behind in pain?

he swallows, eyes searching the room, looking anywhere but back at the person who had asked him that question. “ history would suggest i’m not very good at it, i guess. “  swallowing, he leans back, squinting his eyes as he thinks through the question another time. leaving people behind, not seeing their pain or not wanting to see it. it seemed rather like a pattern in his life and yet... “i wouldn’t say i’m bad at taking care of people per se. i do try to help those i care about, those i’m responsible for.” he sends his parents money, every months. he had brought home gifts for elaine regularly, thinking that would make him a good husband. he always tried, he truly did. “i guess, you could say there is no way for me to help people whose problems i am unaware of.” getting up, he walked over to the bookshelf. it was always the books, his eternal safe space. “i try to help people but sometimes i just can’t give them what they want from me. next question.”

The Grifter —  Are you a genuine or fake person? Do you put up a front, or do you let people in?

he laughs, a rare occasion, nodding slightly at the words. “i get where this is coming from, you think i haven’t been forthcoming enough with my answers.” there is a bemused smirk playing on his lips as he takes out a book from the shelf, the illiad, carefully inspecting the edition. “have you considered that maybe i’m not putting up a front, maybe i’m not fake but rather just a lawyer?!” putting the book back into the shelf, his gaze still lingers on it, remembering just where it was standing within this magnificent assortment of literature. not like he was going to steal it but if he’d wanted to, he’d easily remember just where to look. “i can tell you one thing, that occupation teaches you to play your cards close to your chest. it’s better to be the one holding the secret ace than the one surprised by it.” walking back over to the desk, he sits down on the chair again. his grin is that of a cat playing with a mouse as he drums his fingers against his armrest, raising an eyebrow at the other. “not to sound like a cliché but knowledge is power and only a fool would deal too freely in that currency.” 

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“ their eyes were bars, and behind them was a fierce, unfed animal. when people looked at them they had the feeling of being shut out. they did not shut them out. they shut themselves in. “

okay, here we go, official intro post for roman. most information can be found in this GOOGLE DOC, though i still haven’t fully finished it. here is his PINTEREST board, which is way too dark academia heavy, sue me. below you can find a quick FACT SHEET bc why not. 

BASICS

NAME: roman theodore willard.  NICKNAMES: rome and a lot of very unfortunate ones given to him agains his will. CODENAME: hannibal (because he’s a big ol nerd).  AGE: thirty-five. BIRTHDAY: 11/17/1985. GENDER: cis-man. PRONOUNS: he/him.

FAMILY

MOTHER: emilia willard (née bianchi). FATHER: jonathan willard. SPOUSE: elaine milton-willard (deceased). 

APPERANCE

HEIGHT: 6ft / 1.83m. WEIGHT: 78kg. HAIR: kept short, slightly curly, usually well in place. FACIAL HAIR: wears a slight scruff most of the time. HAIR COLOR: brown. EYE COLOR: dark brown.  DOMINANT HAND: right. ACCENT: usually undetectable, if he get’s angry slight nyc dialect. ALLERGIES: peanuts. FASHION: wears suits almost 24/7, tailored to his specifications.  TATTOOS: none. JEWELRY: he always wears a wristwatch and cufflinks, another part of the disguise that makes him blend in perfectly.  NERVOUS TICS: drumming on the desk with his fingers, jaw ticks.

EDUCATION AND SPECIALIZATIONS

HIGH SCHOOL EDUCATION: trinity school (nyc). COLLEGE EDUCATION: stanford university (cal). MAJOR: business / law CAREER: lawyer for corporate law, former junior partner.  EMPLOYER: leverage consulting and associates. EXPERIENCE: 9 years. LANGUAGES: english, italian, latin, spanish.

RELATIONSHIPS

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: idk tbh my dude. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual (tho quite closeted tbh).  MARITAL STATUS: widower. CHILDREN: none.

PERSONALITY AND INTERACTION  

HOBBIES: reading, watching the stars, playing piano. QUIRKS: his eyes are very light sensitive, dresses meticulously and hates his clothes getting ruffled. SOCIAL MEDIA: has a twitter account (and ofc is the absolute king of likedin).

MISCELLANEOUS

MORAL ALIGNMENT: tentatively true neutral? maybe neutral good.  MBTI: ISTJ (the logistician). TEMPERAMENT: choleric. WESTERN ZODIAC: scorpio.  HOGWARTS HOUSE: ravenclaw.

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THEO JAMES by Ben Quinton | The Times UK, March, 2020

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Ann Aguirre, Hell Fire

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