CWs for violence and alcohol. Interacting with Ronan may result in talk of more violence, murder, and death. If you need that stuff to not come up just lmk, I'll accommodate.
REACH UP HIGH I
Ronan is looking for a place to blow off steam, but this is a pretty shitty joke, as far as he's concerned. He's alone for a few minutes, looking through the knives. He's not a stranger to weapons, though he prefers to just fight people with his fists if he's gonna bother. This is excessive. And it's hard the hell he thought of growing up. He doesn't really care, at least at the moment, if he deserves it or not. He's certainly been unrepentant enough in his life, hasn't he?
He can't seem to get out of the room, which just annoys him.
Eventually, someone else shows up - whether by choice or not, he doesn't know or care. He has a knife in each hand when they do.
The announcement plays over the speakers, or whatever.
Ronan wastes no time reacting. He throws one of the knives with pretty accurate aim, right by the other person. He's not trying to hit them, just shake them up.
"Just a warning," he says, and it is more than obvious that he means it. "You're gonna have a hard fucking time if you think you're cutting words into me."
REACH UP HIGH II
Ronan, still with blood on him from somewhere, hangs out in the hotel lobby, lounging in a chair, boots propped up on the end table. He looks like a degenerate in this setting, though of course that's preposterous since everyone here is in hell. But Ronan has to be Ronan about it, so here he is, sharp edges and sharp eyes.
Despite all of that, he notices someone come into the lobby. They're obviously uncertain about something (maybe just that whole being in hell thing). So he unfolds himself from the chair and half-stomps over to them.
"Hey. You need something?"
He's not a boy scout or anything, but after that last bit of bullshit, he's taking this good deed thing seriously.
FOLLOW ME DOWN I
Ronan can be found exclusively at the bar, drink in hand, thousand yard gaze plastered on his face. He's not entirely drunk, but he's close enough.
It's possible whoever approaches him may have caught at least some part of his fight with Kavinsky, so that's something to remark on. He looks about as approachable as a rabid dog, but don't let that stop you.
WILDCARD
[ ooc: pick your poison. I'm down for follow me down 2 with dudes only, but let's talk about it first? hmu on plurk here boywonder for a custom starter or to run things by me. Ronan is a jerk, but I am not! Promise. ]
Ronan Lynch | The Raven Cycle | ota (m/m for anything sexual)
REACH UP HIGH I
Ronan is looking for a place to blow off steam, but this is a pretty shitty joke, as far as he's concerned. He's alone for a few minutes, looking through the knives. He's not a stranger to weapons, though he prefers to just fight people with his fists if he's gonna bother. This is excessive. And it's hard the hell he thought of growing up. He doesn't really care, at least at the moment, if he deserves it or not. He's certainly been unrepentant enough in his life, hasn't he?
He can't seem to get out of the room, which just annoys him.
Eventually, someone else shows up - whether by choice or not, he doesn't know or care. He has a knife in each hand when they do.
The announcement plays over the speakers, or whatever.
Ronan wastes no time reacting. He throws one of the knives with pretty accurate aim, right by the other person. He's not trying to hit them, just shake them up.
"Just a warning," he says, and it is more than obvious that he means it. "You're gonna have a hard fucking time if you think you're cutting words into me."
REACH UP HIGH II
Ronan, still with blood on him from somewhere, hangs out in the hotel lobby, lounging in a chair, boots propped up on the end table. He looks like a degenerate in this setting, though of course that's preposterous since everyone here is in hell. But Ronan has to be Ronan about it, so here he is, sharp edges and sharp eyes.
Despite all of that, he notices someone come into the lobby. They're obviously uncertain about something (maybe just that whole being in hell thing). So he unfolds himself from the chair and half-stomps over to them.
"Hey. You need something?"
He's not a boy scout or anything, but after that last bit of bullshit, he's taking this good deed thing seriously.
FOLLOW ME DOWN I
Ronan can be found exclusively at the bar, drink in hand, thousand yard gaze plastered on his face. He's not entirely drunk, but he's close enough.
It's possible whoever approaches him may have caught at least some part of his fight with Kavinsky, so that's something to remark on. He looks about as approachable as a rabid dog, but don't let that stop you.
WILDCARD
[ ooc: pick your poison. I'm down for follow me down 2 with dudes only, but let's talk about it first? hmu on plurk here