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Roman was always blessed with tremendous luck.
He never got caught. He never got any serious injuries in matches, only the inevitable sore muscles from rigorous training. So it could be said that he let his guard down at times. He didn’t think that anything could get the upper hand on him if it really came down to it. But he was obviously wrong.
The sound of waves crashing invaded his senses, the supposedly soothing sound loud and cruel and only worsening the persistent pounding of his head. It took a while for his entire system to seemingly catch up with his condition, an excruciating ache coursing through his body, stiffening his limbs and causing him to gasp for air, only to inhale a salty liquid that flooded his lungs. The shock of not being able to breathe caused his eyes to open, vision hazy and thoughts disoriented as all he could see was a vast and endless blue. No people, no airplane seats. Just blue.
Where was he?
Maybe it was the burning sensation as his lungs seemed to scream for oxygen or the extensive pain that seeped all the way into his bones but his brain suddenly went into overdrive, a state of panic that caused him to inhale - a bad choice given the fact he was well on his way to drowning. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as Roman willed his sluggish limbs to move, fighting against the heavy weight of the water. He wasn’t going to die like this. He was going to live out his natural lifespan on this Earth after achieving all the goals he ever set out for himself and he couldn’t do that at the bottom of the ocean.
The surface came closer and closer, Roman holding his breath as he pushed himself even more. Drenched blonde hair, turned brown from the water, appeared above the water. Roman breathed in and out, taking long and exaggerated breathes, never appreciating air as much as he did in that moment. His eyes burned from the water and his throat felt scratchy and dry but he couldn’t focus on that. What was important is getting to safety. His blue eyes were almost blinded by the sun, the heat burning his skin as he crawled onto the shoreline, sand sticking to his skin. His body collapsed from fatigue, back hitting the sand and head tilting to the side. It was only then he noticed the scene before him.
Debris scattered all over the beach, suitcases and large pieces of jagged metal buried in the sand. The most noticeable thing was the entire wing of the plane that jutted out from the ground. His mind was slow to the uptake, gradually putting together the pieces and connecting the dots until he came to a conclusion that only made him realize more he was in deeper shit than he could ever have imagined. The plane crashed. The plane crashing meant that he was stuck here. Being stuck here meant that there was no sure way that he would ever make it home.
Fuck.
He closed his eyes again, wishing that this was just a dream that he was having and that he was actually on the plane right now, taking a nice nap and well on his way back to life. Go back to annoying the shit out of Ren for simple kicks, hanging out with Winnie and trying his best to ignore Mateo. That’s what he wanted to believe. But everything was too real - the pain was too intense, the heat of the sun was too hot, his labored breathing was too loud. It was sensing everything to such a high degree it couldn’t be fake and that meant he was currently living a nightmare.
It was probably not a sane decision but he didn’t try to get up. He needed time to digest what was going on. He needed a minute to calm down and try to get past the shock of how suddenly things have changed, how quickly things went to absolute shit. But he couldn’t really have that minute because he heard shouts in the distance, the voice familiar and almost haunting given the fact it was very possible that everyone he actually knew died from the crash. A groan slipped from his lips as he sat up, an elbow digging into the sand as his other hand wiped away a trail of blood that trickled from above his eyebrow. He staggered as he stood up on his feet, drenched clothes sticking to his skin from both water and blood from the scratches that littered his body. Limping slightly, he moved towards the direction of the voice, a little distance away from where he had swam to shore.
In all three years of knowing him, Roman could not say that he has ever been relieved to see Mateo. But it certainly happened in the grimmest of situations. Steely blue eyes took in the sight of Mateo sprawled out on the sand, body caked with sand and practically screaming bloody murder about his legs. With a puzzled look, Roman looked in the direction of his legs. There were definitely two of them and they looked relatively fine which made Mateo’s panicking amusing to him, an emotion he never thought he would experience so soon.
Roman took a hold of Mateo, grunting slightly as he pulled him further away from the water so that he was more securely on the shore and didn’t face the risk of being pulled in by the high tide. Roman then stepped in front of his teammate, a seemingly worried look on his face as if he was seeing something truly mortifying. “Shit Mateo. Your leg…” He gave him a convincing pitying look, stooping beside him and putting a hand on his shoulder as a means to comfort him. His words trailed off as if he was too anxious to say anything more but then he simply scoffed, placing a hand on Mateo’s thigh and squeezing it hard enough so he could feel it. “Is completely fine so no need to be a drama queen.” He finished off, sitting on the sand instead of stooping to stop straining his aching limbs.
ROMAN CAMPION + 21 + MAIN
( us soccer player ) british
”What exactly do you believe in?”
Roman couldn’t afford to care too deeply - or maybe he simply wasn’t capable to. It was an aspect of his jaded personality that he had acknowledged but it only really became so clear to him when his mother’s tears spilled instead of the expensive Chardonnay she was drinking. That night was the last night he ever saw her, his father already prepared to separate him from her after he broke the news of his intent to divorce her. The innocent and naive mind of a ten year old thought in that moment that she would at least fight for him. He expected to be wanted. Yet, he had a price - a hefty sum of money his mother exchanged for the right to see her son. That night was the last time he saw his mom but it was the first time he realized that everyone had their own first priority - themselves.
It was something that he noticed as the years went on, an acknowledgement that only caused his heart to harden and his lack of belief in others to increase. It was only after he moved to America for college that he seemed to loosen up a bit - away from London and his father’s expectations of a perfect son.Three years have passed and he’s enjoying life as a junior, going against what he had originally planned, and deciding to put his soccer career as a top priority on his list, instead of going into business like his father. Being independent was a big step for him, especially since he definitely lived a life of luxury but it only made him more resourceful yet it only fueled his sardonic and manipulative nature towards those he thinks aren’t worthy of his time. They say all’s fair in love and war but doesn’t that only benefit the victor?
”Nothing - not even myself.”
6'3" lucky blue smith blue eyes dirty blonde
Roman had been dying to go back to America after a soccer tournament in Sydney. Of course, it made him feel no less than amazing that their team won but their victory only caused tension to rise between someone that he shouldn't even have tension with - at least not this kind. So he planned to sit through this flight and keep to himself and read a book or something, maybe even get a nap but plans changed for the worse and for once, his own personal drama seemed like the least of his problems.
omggggg winnie talking to roman about her relationship with mateo and then roman actually has to try and keep his chill just like “i wouldn’t know what to tell you. i haven’t really talked to him unless it’s about the team”
definitely something he would do and then he's there watching the aftermath of it all
DIΛΠΛ wrote: "Sʜɪɴʀᴀ ➢ 표류자 wrote: "DIΛΠΛ wrote: "hehe if mateo and roman found each other first it'd be awkkkk afff"roman definitely trying avoid him but at the same time confirming he's alright because i mean..."
mateo flinching hardcore and roman honestly thinks it's because he hurt him or something
E M M A wrote: "shinraaaaaalets have them hate each others guts. me and di pulled this from our skam rp buttt like initially ren hated romans character bc a, they are competitors for the team captain position an..."
okay definitely
because roman literally thinks everyone is beneath him because he was raised by cutthroats so he's always striving to be the best at everything. also i can see him being mean to mateo especially since he doesn't sugarcoat things and manipulative when it suits him.
lmao i mean if winnie and roman are friends, roman would def hold that above ren since he can probably tell that ren likes winnie but then winnie's dating mateo so he finds all this drama and complication amusing
maisie wrote: "i want somebody to start freaking out cuz they think their leg is dismembered, but really it just fell asleep cuz they landed weirdly"that's the content i'm here for
DIΛΠΛ wrote: "hehe if mateo and roman found each other first it'd be awkkkk afff"roman definitely trying avoid him but at the same time confirming he's alright because i mean, there's a conscience in there somewhere
LMAOfor some reason i remembered the iconic mate(hoe)
roman ready to yeet and get on top of this confusion
wait emmagiven the fact roman is gonna hate renny's guts
we gotta talk about this tea
DIΛΠΛ wrote: "Sʜɪɴʀᴀ ➢ 표류자 wrote: "DIΛΠΛ wrote: "Sʜɪɴʀᴀ ➢ 표류자 wrote: "okay so like i'm ASFGHJKL rni was typing roman's thing and literally had like two sentences left and it's gone so fml"
NOOOOO was it the ma..."
just hating on my brit for some reason smh
DIΛΠΛ wrote: "Sʜɪɴʀᴀ ➢ 표류자 wrote: "okay so like i'm ASFGHJKL rni was typing roman's thing and literally had like two sentences left and it's gone so fml"
NOOOOO was it the mac"
in-fucking-deed
okay so like i'm ASFGHJKL rni was typing roman's thing and literally had like two sentences left and it's gone so fml
i'm always here for the dramaroman being conveniently unbothered by the storm brewing just from one drunken night
i-
i mean he's going to be a lowkey wildcard given the fact that the most important thing to him is himself. but allegedly mateo and him have beef in more ways than one
g. wrote: "shin let's fucking collab"but we must
