CLOSED TO RONAN [ Jesse comes to a slow stop on the gravelly road and as he adjusts the strap of his pac disc on his shoulder, he looks around him, lost. The bustling Kauto metropolis he'd come from, with its claustrophobic noisiness and city smells, is far behind him; the city had melted away into lush greenery and sprawling hills when Jesse had set off towards the agricultural districts that lay beyond Region 1.
Now, deep in the heart of Region 2 somewhere, he's on a windy, deserted road cloistered in by a thick tangle of trees looming overhead. The damp coolness of the forest is heavy with the scent of moss, and Jesse is wondering if he's completely fucked up the direction he was supposed to be heading in.
Jesse looks down to fumble for his TAB. What had Ronan said the place was called? Mon…something. Swiping the screen, he brings up Ronan's message - a message he'd been dubious as hell about when he'd first received it: Ronan, with his raging phone hate boner, messaging him? - and freezes when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Jesse darts a sharp look up, and he hurriedly ducks with an exclaimed, "Whoa!" as Chainsaw swoops down low over Jesse's head in a playful, mischievous greeting.
Possibly means Ronan is nearby. Little does Jesse know that the building Ronan had dreamed up is just beyond the bend of thick trees, anyway. ]
OPEN TO MONMOUTH RESIDENTS [ Jesse absolutely knows he doesn't deserve to be here. After Ronan left him in his room, Jesse had sat down on the plush sprawling mattress by the huge windows for a long time, listless with guilt.
For the first few days following, though, he sleeps like he hasn't slept in years. All those weeks of travelling across a desolate planet in cramped, uncomfortable tents, fear always loitering in the background whether Jesse was awake or asleep, has caught up cruelly with him. In the safe security of a building rather than camping out in the open or in caves, it's the first time in ages Jesse has felt safe enough to sleep.
He's a sleepy mess when he finally emerges from his room. His hair, which is the longest his hair has ever been, is a floppy tangle, and the t-shirt and jeans he slept in are rumpled. He wanders barefoot through the hallways, feeling like an asshole that has way overstayed his welcome as he explores his surroundings. He can't help being amazed and mystified and enthralled by what he sees, however - the vastness of the building, the rooms that burst with sprawling trees drooping with leaves, the stained glass windows.
He can be found anywhere: wandering through the rooms lined with books, inspecting the fridge in the kitchen like a sneaky, sheepish asshole while his stomach growls with hunger, maybe accidentally bursting into someone's room in an urgent effort to find the bathroom before his bladder explodes, or out in the garden standing barefoot on the grass while smoking a cigarette. ]
OPEN TO ANYONE?? [ Jesse has been here about a week, maybe more, now. He keeps telling himself he's going to leave - he really doesn't deserve to be here, and knowing Adam is living in this place, too, leaves Jesse feeling like an intruder.
He selfishly can't bring himself to give up the security of his room, though. So, when he isn't holed up in his room, he ventures out into the garden and out into the farmlands and the woods. The animals are what take his mind off things for a little while - it's where he has begun spending a lot of his time, in fact.
He can be found trying to coax a lamb to him by crouching down with a bit of food in his hand, and he can be found smiling quietly to himself while a white horse tentatively nuzzles a slice of apple from his palm, and he can be found hanging over the fence staring at the cows while twiddling a long weed between his fingers… and mooing at the cows, trying to make the cows moo back at him. Hell, maybe he'll get bored enough to even start singing to the cows. A very off-key, bored-out-of-his-mind rendition of… something.
He can be found inspecting a weird ass plant, too. He's stumbled across the thing deeper in the woods, and after having stared in curious bewilderment at it for a long several moments, he is slowly extending a finger towards one of the closed flower heads to poke it - and reels back in fright, snatching his hand away with a, "Whatthefuckaahshit!" when the thing suddenly moves and opens its jaws to reveal teeth. Like a Venus Flytrap on steroids. ]
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[ Jesse comes to a slow stop on the gravelly road and as he adjusts the strap of his pac disc on his shoulder, he looks around him, lost. The bustling Kauto metropolis he'd come from, with its claustrophobic noisiness and city smells, is far behind him; the city had melted away into lush greenery and sprawling hills when Jesse had set off towards the agricultural districts that lay beyond Region 1.
Now, deep in the heart of Region 2 somewhere, he's on a windy, deserted road cloistered in by a thick tangle of trees looming overhead. The damp coolness of the forest is heavy with the scent of moss, and Jesse is wondering if he's completely fucked up the direction he was supposed to be heading in.
Jesse looks down to fumble for his TAB. What had Ronan said the place was called? Mon…something. Swiping the screen, he brings up Ronan's message - a message he'd been dubious as hell about when he'd first received it: Ronan, with his raging phone hate boner, messaging him? - and freezes when he spots movement out of the corner of his eye. Jesse darts a sharp look up, and he hurriedly ducks with an exclaimed, "Whoa!" as Chainsaw swoops down low over Jesse's head in a playful, mischievous greeting.
Possibly means Ronan is nearby. Little does Jesse know that the building Ronan had dreamed up is just beyond the bend of thick trees, anyway. ]
OPEN TO MONMOUTH RESIDENTS
[ Jesse absolutely knows he doesn't deserve to be here. After Ronan left him in his room, Jesse had sat down on the plush sprawling mattress by the huge windows for a long time, listless with guilt.
For the first few days following, though, he sleeps like he hasn't slept in years. All those weeks of travelling across a desolate planet in cramped, uncomfortable tents, fear always loitering in the background whether Jesse was awake or asleep, has caught up cruelly with him. In the safe security of a building rather than camping out in the open or in caves, it's the first time in ages Jesse has felt safe enough to sleep.
He's a sleepy mess when he finally emerges from his room. His hair, which is the longest his hair has ever been, is a floppy tangle, and the t-shirt and jeans he slept in are rumpled. He wanders barefoot through the hallways, feeling like an asshole that has way overstayed his welcome as he explores his surroundings. He can't help being amazed and mystified and enthralled by what he sees, however - the vastness of the building, the rooms that burst with sprawling trees drooping with leaves, the stained glass windows.
He can be found anywhere: wandering through the rooms lined with books, inspecting the fridge in the kitchen like a sneaky, sheepish asshole while his stomach growls with hunger, maybe accidentally bursting into someone's room in an urgent effort to find the bathroom before his bladder explodes, or out in the garden standing barefoot on the grass while smoking a cigarette. ]
OPEN TO ANYONE??
[ Jesse has been here about a week, maybe more, now. He keeps telling himself he's going to leave - he really doesn't deserve to be here, and knowing Adam is living in this place, too, leaves Jesse feeling like an intruder.
He selfishly can't bring himself to give up the security of his room, though. So, when he isn't holed up in his room, he ventures out into the garden and out into the farmlands and the woods. The animals are what take his mind off things for a little while - it's where he has begun spending a lot of his time, in fact.
He can be found trying to coax a lamb to him by crouching down with a bit of food in his hand, and he can be found smiling quietly to himself while a white horse tentatively nuzzles a slice of apple from his palm, and he can be found hanging over the fence staring at the cows while twiddling a long weed between his fingers… and mooing at the cows, trying to make the cows moo back at him. Hell, maybe he'll get bored enough to even start singing to the cows. A very off-key, bored-out-of-his-mind rendition of… something.
He can be found inspecting a weird ass plant, too. He's stumbled across the thing deeper in the woods, and after having stared in curious bewilderment at it for a long several moments, he is slowly extending a finger towards one of the closed flower heads to poke it - and reels back in fright, snatching his hand away with a, "Whatthefuckaahshit!" when the thing suddenly moves and opens its jaws to reveal teeth. Like a Venus Flytrap on steroids. ]