woke up in an awful state. dreamt i was at peter's gate.

[nightmarist]

Who: Ronan Lynch & OPEN
When: October
Where: The Moira
What: Day-to-day encounters with Ronan Lynch.
Warnings: Horror, violence, self-harm, rude language... Typical Ronan stuff.

the main hall (open)

[Causing disruptions may be discouraged in this area but Ronan either doesn't know that or doesn't care, because here he is, making a whole lot of noise. At first it may seem like he's merely punching the wall. There's something strange about the way he's doing it, though, and the closer one gets, the more obvious it becomes that he is in fact smashing his MID into the wall. Probably attempting to break it. Very much failing in the task. He has a remarkable amount of stamina and pain tolerance, apparently, because he keeps at it regardless of how futile it may be. SLAM and SLAM and SLAM until his wrist is so red that the skin breaks and bleeds. And still he doesn't stop.]

the lounge (open)

[At a time when almost everyone else is safe in their beds, Ronan is wandering. He doesn't trust himself to dream in the presence of a roommate, at least not yet. Thus, he finds himself entering the currently-unoccupied lounge. A recliner will suffice as a makeshift bed, he reasons, if only for a few hours before he's inevitably interrupted. He selects the chair furthest from the door and climbs into it, reclining until he's nearly lying down and then curling up his long, long limbs into a fetal position. Sleep won't come easy, but at least he's isolated.]

the gardens (closed to jesse pinkman)

(Continued from here.)

[Jesse is pretty fascinating in all his spinelessness. Ronan's left marveling at how fucking easy it is to push him around. It's no wonder, though, is it? Jesse's just an ordinary, regular guy with no connection to ley lines or magic or Welsh kings. And this ordinary guy witnessed him doing something extraordinary, which no other ordinary guy has ever been privileged enough to witness. And maybe that makes Jesse rightfully terrified, as Ronan is a mysterious and powerful creature.

He feels suddenly very Other.]

Where are we heading?

the gardens (closed to noah czerny)

(Continued from here.)

I could, but then it wouldn't really be us covering the song, would it? I might as well just make a vinyl if it's gonna be playing itself.

the observation deck (closed to joseph kavinsky)

(Continued from here.)

[If Ronan wasn't absolutely sure Kavinsky would misinterpret the action in the most disgusting way, he'd reach up and pummel Kavinsky's balls until the asshole was incapable of speech.

Instead, he straightens to full height. Which has him looking down his nose at Kavinsky. A position he much prefers.]

What're you gonna do now, K? Nothing left for you to threaten me with. It's all down to your charms.

[That said with lips tugged into a sneer, where the word "charms" might as well mean "teeny tiny prick". God Jesus Mary but he hates seeing Kavinsky's face again. He hates the queasiness in his stomach when he looks at that face because he doesn't know what it means, doesn't know what part of all this could cause such a visceral revulsion. Is it because he can still picture Kavinsky's lifeless corpse or is it because the living version is so fucking awful?]

( To encounter Ronan at the Colony, see here. )

Comments

[morethan084]

[Well, considering she's half alien...

Leaning back against the wall, Daisy cocked a brow.]

Are you saying you're an alien?

[nightmarist]

Do I look like an alien?

[morethan084]

I don't know, do I?

[nightmarist]

Are you an alien?

[morethan084]

[Surprise!]

Half alien.

[nightmarist]

[The most that gets out of him is a lifted eyebrow.]

Cool.

[morethan084]

Yeah.

[She needs to get ice because this was going to bruise like a bitch. Pushing off the wall, Daisy tried to walk as straight up as she could.]

It's awesome.

[That's obviously sarcasm.]

[nightmarist]

[Ronan, making no move to offer his arm or assist her in any way, merely walks beside her.]

Are your organs the same, or did I elbow you in the brain?

[morethan084]

[That earned him a look.]

Pretty sure if you elbowed me in the brain I would be brain dead.

[nightmarist]

Maybe you are. Maybe you have two brains. I don't know much about aliens. So far everything's way different from The X-Files.

[morethan084]

You're comparing me to the X-Files? Seriously?

[nightmarist]

Not just you. This whole situation. Abduction and all.

[morethan084]

...Yeah, that's fair. It'd be pretty cool if Mulder was actually here though.

[nightmarist]

It'd be a dream come true. For him.

[Though Ronan wouldn't mind the eye candy, either.]

[morethan084]

[Daisy gives him a slightly amused expression.]

Just for him?

[nightmarist]

Well...

[Is Ronan looking slightly pink? Or a redder shade of pale?]

He's a little old for me.

[morethan084]

[Ooooh, she got him]

You're allowed to appreciate older men. Besides, how old are you anyway?

[nightmarist]

Eighteen.

[morethan084]

So just slightly over jailbait age. See? You're fine.

[And also no longer bashing his wrist against the wall. Progress?]

[nightmarist]

By, like, ten days. Yeah. That definitely makes it not-creepy.

[morethan084]

What a great birthday present this is.

[And by this she means the whole being kidnapped on a spaceship thing.]

[nightmarist]

Just what I always wanted.

[Little does he know how much worse his life will become back home. Honestly, this is a blessing.]

[morethan084]

[And bruised ribs. Just what Daisy always wanted. Finally able to get some ice, Daisy wraps them in a towel before placing it against her side.]

You should probably get some too.

[nightmarist]

Not much point when I'm gonna be back at it soon.

[morethan084]

[Are they seriously going to have this argument again. Rolling her eyes, Daisy leaned against the wall with a wince.]

It's not going to come off. Seriously, just don't bother.