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The Ley Lines / Lego-Las
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 I fucking DARE you to.

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 With the new guest in the shower, Ronan didn't know what to do with himself. Part of him was nosy and wanted to check in on him. Part of him was afraid of what he'd find. Part of him thought both those parts were ridiculous. Instead of obsessing over the new guy, he decided maybe he ought to try and be nice and make something for him. Tea, maybe. Everybody seemed to like tea when it was cold out and they'd just come in from bad weather.

As he prepared the tea, he wondered about Gun's life out there. Whenever Ronan's father or Rory brought it up, they made it sound awful. That he was lucky to be where he was. Ronan admittedly took this at face value. Now, more than ever, he believed it. If that was what the Outside did to a man...

With the tea finished, Ronan wasn't sure what else to do with himself. He moved around the small kitchen restlessly, before deciding he would make a couple of sandwiches. Not for himself; he ate at the cafe while doing his work.

He was halfway through putting away the sandwich components when Gun made a sudden reappearance. Ronan's heart leapt into his throat at the sight of Gun.

"Whoa," he said before he could catch himself, as he was wont to do. "Uh... you clean up, don't you?"

Wait until Rion got a look at him now.  

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Oh. Hey. He had a nice laugh. The kind that made a man smile just hearing it. The kind of laugh that sounded like it might be rare to hear. Even Gun himself looked a little surprised at the sound of it, which was kinda... cute.

"Shower it is."

Ronan turned the water on, making sure it was nice and warm before he turned the shower-head on. Moving away from the shower, he looked Gun over, assessing his side and build. He was pretty thin looking from the way his arms appeared but he could still fit into Ronan's things.

"Towels are here," Ronan reached around Gun in the tiny bathroom, to the cupboard attached to the wall over the toilet. He pulled a clean towel out for him and set it down on the sink counter.

"And I'll grab you some clothes to change into. Hang on."

He slid past Gun into the hall and into his bedroom so he could gather together some things from his wardrobe. Nothing fancy, just a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, clean socks and underwear. Anything to replace that junk he showed up in.

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 "You don't have to lie. We know it's a mess."

That soft smile was infectious. Somehow, Ronan found himself smiling back as he closed the door behind them.

But personally, Ronan liked the mess. Although he knew Rion didn't, Ronan derived some comfort from all the things around him. Even if it all looked like junk to Rion, everything meant something to Ronan.

All right, maybe not so much the garbage or the snack wrappers that he forgot to throw away. Those could go. But the papers, he could always use those. The books. The electronics, especially. So many electronics. In Ronan's bedroom, there was an entire stack of them in a corner of the room. Electronics that lost their juice because of a little joltik sucking on them.

"But thanks," he said, because it was probably a palace compared to whatever dump poor Gun came from. He had to remember that. He kept forgetting somehow.

Looking down at the holes in Gun's filthy socks, Ronan shook his head.

"Yeah, we're really gonna have to clean you up. Come on. Bathroom's this way."

He entered first, flicking the light switch on and going over to the tub/shower combo.

"Are you more of a bath man or a shower man?"

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Another hand wave. It was fine. Dead ends were par for the course when it came to codes. The ones he intercepted weren't coming easy to him, either, which meant it had to be something important. Dangerous. Even the thought of it made his fingertips tingle a little bit in discomfort.

And good, they were on the same page then, about cleaning. He wondered if Rion told him to do that, to offer to clean if he ended up in their apartment. Ronan swore he tried to keep his mess to his own bedroom but... some of it did end up leaking out into the rest of the apartment. He couldn't help it; it just happened when he had a lot of work and needed a bigger spread than his room could provide.

"Yeah," he finally said. It was warm. For the first time, he realized... Gun must be cold. His clothing was patchy and worn; it probably did little for keeping the heat in. The clothes didn't even fit him right. Ronan could see his skinny arm halfway out of the sleeves. Yikes.

And then another, "Yeah?" with a slight questioning lilt to it. An escape? From... what? What happened to you out there? He almost blurted the words straight out before he caught himself. Maybe now wasn't the time for that.

The walk down the hall wasn't a long one and he unlocked the door and pushed it open so that Gun could enter first.

"We'll worry about what you do later. First, we're getting you cleaned up."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Ronan shrugged. Or however long it took. If he was from the Outside and he looked like this, then he probably wouldn't have anywhere else to go. Judging by the short exchange between him and Rion, Ronan was guessing that Gun was only taking him up on his offer because he couldn't find anywhere else to go. Anywhere safe, anyway. There were places for a man without an Elysian education around here but... they weren't the best places and the last thing Ronan wanted to do was push the guy into living out in the slums.

"Eh," Ronan waved a hand through the air. "It's not a bother. I was just hitting a bunch of dead ends with my work, anyway."

He looked Gun over and laughed, not an unkind laugh. Just amused that this unkempt guy was offering to clean up the place--and right after Rion bitched about how Ronan left things everywhere.

"You're not cleaning anything," he said. "Rion says we're having a big cleaning day but what he really means is he's going to try and toss out all my stuff because he doesn't like how I keep it."

Which was messy, to be fair.

Opening the door to the apartment lobby, he tilted his head toward the direction of their apartment.

"We're here on the ground floor, so you're lucky. No queasy elevator rides."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 "It's fine," he lied. Maybe it would be fine though. Once they got this guy to the apartment and cleaned him up and he didn't end up robbing him at gun point. (Har har.) He wisely didn't crack these jokes in Gun's presence. Somehow, he got the feeling by how Serious he was earlier that he maybe didn't understand how things worked here.

Probably from being Outside.

"Hey," Ronan said in a softer tone as he gently touched the man's arm briefly, his own version of trying to reassure him. Should he be? Yeah. It was hardly fair to look at this guy like he was a killer just because he came from Outside. Ronan didn't know much about it out there, just that his dad came from there and his brother was fucked up by it. Outside... didn't seem like a good place to be.

"Sorry about that, earlier. I swear I was just... you know, surprised." He gestured for Gun to follow him to the apartment building.

"That guy's always bringing people home but they're usually of the fun variety, if you get my drift."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
Because Ronan totally bought that story. It looked a lot like Rion was getting so desperate that he was going around picking up hobos from off the street. Or... from Outside. Which was a little intimidating, Ronan wasn't going to lie (to himself, anyway). He was still wary of anybody that looked like he slept in a garbage dumpster last night.

"Hey-what?" Ronan stood up as Rion merrily announced he was off to work. "I thought you wanted to ditch work! I was going to break your legs! Isn't that why you're here?"

Or was this all an elaborate setup? Fuck. He was really leaving him all alone with a vagrant? From Outside? With who knew what kind of bad habits? Ronan side-eyed the guy. As soft spoken as he was, he did seem kind of harmless. He was probably just down on his luck. No need to be so wary.

Still! What the hell, Rion?!

"I'm not a jerk!" Ronan protested as Rion reassured the hobo. And he wasn't! He was thinking of helping him before Rion came along!

"Rion! RION! You asshole!" Ronan shouted at Rion's disappearing back.

Turning back to the guy... Gun, was it? Gun. Even the name was something to be worried about. Was it a nickname? Ronan closed his laptop and stuffed it into his satchel and then hefted it over his shoulder.

"I guess this means you're coming with me, then." As he stood and moved toward Gun, he extended his hand in greeting.

"Ronan. Although I guess you figured that out by now."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Wait--what?! Ronan blinked. Rion knew this guy? Of course he did. Rion was a weirdo magnet. First that weird boyfriend of his, then that guy that apparently turned out to be his worst enemy, and now this guy. Ronan turned his head away to hide a growing grin, using his shoulder to disguise a sound suspiciously like a laugh. Of all the people to attract the weird ones, it was definitely Rion.

It had to be his line of work. Being out there--Outside--had to change a man. It had to give him a different perspective and therefore, a different... overall everything. Chemistry or something.

Never mind that all this meant Ronan was also one of those weirdos attracted to him. Not like that, tyvm. After a moment, Ronan cleared his throat and straightened back up, setting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hand, fingers threaded together.

"Yeah, you told me about him," Ronan said, amusement still in his eyes. "Never told me you were bringing him home."

Oh, he was judging a little. A lot. He was judging a lot. He mouthed the word desperate at Rion, grinning.

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Everybody lives here, he was going to say but the man was already leaving again. Okay... He seemed really off. Something was off about him, and it wasn't just the way he looked. Ronan half frowned, not sure if he should call the guy back and help him or just let him go off on his own. It wasn't as if Ronan wanted to be an asshole to a stranger who needed help. But before he could make up his mind, a familiar voice called out his name and Ronan looked past the strange man to see Rion coming up behind him.

So he was really coming to get his legs broken, was he? Ronan's frown twisted into a grin. Well, he was willing to oblige him.

"So you're really here," Ronan said, cracking his gloved knuckles. "Well, let's get it over with, then."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Oh, yes. They were that important but he supposed a random deadbeat off the street wouldn't understand. Ronan wasn't going to tell him, either. It wasn't any of his business. Going back to stuffing papers into his bag, Ronan looked up when the man spoke again. Was he still here? Ronan thought he left. Straightening up, Ronan looked over at the apartment building that the man was pointing at.

"...Yeah," he said, somewhat warily. He lived there. Not that it was any big secret; half the place lived there if they weren't in the dorms or rich off their ass. Ronan didn't look like a rich person and he wasn't a student so... Yeah, it wasn't like it was super telling to say as much.

But why was he asking about strangers entering? Where did this guy even come from? Did he live there? No... he said as much just now. Stranger. Well, he wasn't young enough to be a student. Not rich looking. Who the hell was he? Where did he even come from?

"What's your business there?' he asked instead of answering the question.

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Somebody caught the pages! At least they weren't lost forever, in the hands of the wrong people. (Not that they could read his chicken scratch, shorthand, and homemade codes but... really, he never knew.) The man who handed them over took his words literally-- closing his eyes as he handed over the papers he'd managed to catch. Ronan furrowed his brow slightly in confusion, then reached out to take the pages.

"Uh, yeah," he said, not sure if he was being played with or if the guy was sincerely doing his best not to look at the scribbles all over the papers. Before the wind could pick up and steal more of his work, Ronan stuffed them into his old olive green satchel, which was propped at his feet.

"Thanks." He still wasn't sure what to make of this guy. If there was anybody he could call scruffy, it was this guy. "You're a lifesaver."

Residential Sector / Paper Nest
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 Since the coffee shop was in close proximity to the apartments, it had become a favored location for Ronan whenever he needed a break from the apartment itself. Or Rion, who was a nice enough roommate but there was only so much of the guy that even Ronan could take.

Yawning, he placed the back of his hand against his mouth to try and stifle it. He was sitting at a table near the middle of the shop, annoyingly enough, his favorite spot had been taken by a giggling couple. So he took what he could, not wanting to head back to the apartment.

Some of his work had gone with him and he had a laptop on the table, along with a handful of rumbled papers with random thoughts and scribbles covering them.

As he went to pick one up, however, the rest of the precarious pages went fluttering around him and right in the oncoming path of a passerby.

"Shit," Ronan muttered before looking up. "Sorry! Could you hand those to me? Without looking at them?"

Archives / Want ad for Ronan's friend
« on: December 31, 1969, 04:00 PM »
 I'm sure there will be more things here in time, but at the moment, I'm looking for a specific character for Ronan Fawkes and that is the best friend mentioned in his history. Basically, Ronan has a lot of shitty friends that he ran around with during his younger years and they're either in prison or they're in gangs or they're in compromised positions. But a friend Ronan made around when he was maybe 12 or 13 (before his first shift, because the friend was there for him when it happened), was introduced to him by his father. He is the child of a friend of his father's.

The friend has been Ronan's voice of reason, even through his delinquent years. Not that he needs to be a goody-two-shoes or anything like that but he's a reasonable guy. I for some reason imagine him to wear glasses and he's kind of a smarty pants (which is why I noted that glasses wearing assholes are an "annoyance" to him). He loves his best pal but you know, they've grown together so they can take the piss out of each other too.

I'm looking for somebody around his age, maybe a year or two older or younger, but definitely wiser. Probably grew up in a more affluent family than Ronan, parents probably don't care much for Ronan but they tolerate him for the sake of Ronan's father.

He doesn't necessarily NEED to be male, I just imagined him as a male. But it's not really that important to the character.

ANYWAY, if interested, feel free to PM me here on my OOC account. I'll get back a lot faster that way, or if you let me know you're on discord, I can hop on and chat.


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