(http://i.imgur.com/hgaVQct.jpg?1)<br/><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Roland Axwater<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Stud (auto-mechanics specialty)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Lunch, August 21st<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Barn<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>N/A<br/><br/>Despite looking like a bad boy Roland was trying his best to be good. He needed this job and while his bosses were willing to over look some things in his past he was starting on thin ice. He wanted to change though and they were giving him that chance. So he wasn’t late when they were called to greet the arriving women. He made absolutely zero attempt to hide his extensive tattoos. In fact they seemed to set him apart from the other clean cut, no doubt upright guys. He was new here and hadn’t gotten a chance to really get to know anyone. He waited patiently, shirtless, dressed in black cargo pants and work boots. He knew this was a good time to flaunt himself to the ladies as all of them were present and he could show them a sneak peek of what they could expect. They often looked at him with a mix of fear and curiosity. He was always sure to smile and wink at any of them that made eye contact with him to show them he wasn’t so big and bad.<br/><br/>He half listened to Virgil give his spiel and took note of Devi. She was always stunning, yet quite intimidating in a way he didn’t quite know how to handle. She was like a tiger, beautiful, powerful, demanding of respect and yet so intensely captivating. He wasn’t use to being the hunted but that’s sort of how she made him feel every time she looked at him. However, he would only give her a cocky, slightly rebellious smirk in return, almost a challenge.<br/><br/>They finished up the greeting and he went back to tinkering with the combine for a while before deciding to take a break. He wrote down the parts he would need to order and then went and took a shower. Then he helped set up the BBQ and waited, this time with a white shirt on for everyone else to arrive, orange wrist band clearly visible. He wasn’t a fan of it, to be honest. It made him feel objectified. Like he wasn’t a real person but some kind of breeding stock. This wasn’t about his personal comfort though. His mother was dying. He needed the money and it was a really good gig.