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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 08:11 pm
somnioergosum) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 08:11 pm
The Secret Life of an Irish-American Nerd [Open]
who: Ronan Lynch and Open
what: The Butterfly Effect strikes Ronan. He sprouts hair and loses his tattoo and PTSD. Now he can no longer hide the fact that he’s a nerd. Reading Virgil and playing bagpipes by a river happens. Ronan has no clear memories of his stay in Riverview but will remember how he feels about people he’s met here.
when: June 15th-24th
where: Communal floor one, Buttercup Farms, by a river like the magical creature he is, the library, and with his boyfriend
warnings: He’s rattled from almost being killed by a demon but nothing other than that.
Also as always, can switch to brackets
a. Library
No longer oozing black goo, Ronan needed a day to calm down. After a night spent listening to Gaelic music and struggling against nightmares, Ronan headed to the library. His predecessor-- him-- God, that was confusing, hadn’t left behind any books.
He grabbed some works by his favorites, Virgil and Seneca, adding Marcus Aurelius’s Meditations later. His last addition came as a surprise to him. Books on demons didn’t belong in the Lynch family household and certainly not at Aglionby. Ronan hesitated, running his fingers over the spine of one book before taking it. Just in case.
When he finally found a place to sit, he went back and forth between books, but the one on demons remained untouched for a good while.
If anyone who’d previously met him ran into Ronan, they could be forgiven for not recognizing him what with the curly dark hair, lack of tattoos, and the books.
b. Communal housing floor one
Ronan had lived with his parents and two brothers. He had also, basically lived with his best friend Gansey and a ghost, when he and either his father or Declan (or worse, both) kept butting heads. But this did not prepare him for sharing a whole floor with other people, even if one of them was Adam.
He moved as quietly as possible, worked even harder to keep control of his dreams, and did everything he could not to attract attention. Unfortunately, he was still Ronan Lynch, which meant that aside from being a messy eater, he radiated magical energy without even trying. But even if one didn’t notice that, the fact was that the angry eighteen year old with a shaved head and a tattoo was replaced by a amiable if anxious eighteen year old with dark curly hair without a tattoo in sight. Whatever his roommates thought of it, it unnerved his raven Chainsaw, who’d taken to flying away from Ronan and screeching at random intervals.
c.In a van Down by the River
Even without the trauma of his father’s death, Ronan was still different and, some would say, difficult. For instance, his hobbies could be considered incredibly annoying. In the case of bagpipes, Ronan had learned that the sound was something of an acquired taste. Back at Aglionby, he’d used that to his own advantage several times just to piss people off late at night. Here, he wasn’t keen on having his embarrassing hobby discovered.
Sitting by the river, tempting fate like all the heroes in the fairy tales his parents told him, Ronan serenaded anyone who came close with the unmistakable sound of the uilleann bagpipes. Even out of practice, he wasn’t bad. But not many people appreciated the music of his people, especially when he played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” just for kicks.
d. Wild Card!
[OOC: Ronan’s all over the place. Your character can find him checking out Riverview and also working at Buttercup Farm with a very distressed raven watching from a distance.]
what: The Butterfly Effect strikes Ronan. He sprouts hair and loses his tattoo and PTSD. Now he can no longer hide the fact that he’s a nerd. Reading Virgil and playing bagpipes by a river happens. Ronan has no clear memories of his stay in Riverview but will remember how he feels about people he’s met here.
when: June 15th-24th
where: Communal floor one, Buttercup Farms, by a river like the magical creature he is, the library, and with his boyfriend
warnings: He’s rattled from almost being killed by a demon but nothing other than that.
Also as always, can switch to brackets
a. Library
No longer oozing black goo, Ronan needed a day to calm down. After a night spent listening to Gaelic music and struggling against nightmares, Ronan headed to the library. His predecessor-- him-- God, that was confusing, hadn’t left behind any books.
He grabbed some works by his favorites, Virgil and Seneca, adding Marcus Aurelius’s Meditations later. His last addition came as a surprise to him. Books on demons didn’t belong in the Lynch family household and certainly not at Aglionby. Ronan hesitated, running his fingers over the spine of one book before taking it. Just in case.
When he finally found a place to sit, he went back and forth between books, but the one on demons remained untouched for a good while.
If anyone who’d previously met him ran into Ronan, they could be forgiven for not recognizing him what with the curly dark hair, lack of tattoos, and the books.
b. Communal housing floor one
Ronan had lived with his parents and two brothers. He had also, basically lived with his best friend Gansey and a ghost, when he and either his father or Declan (or worse, both) kept butting heads. But this did not prepare him for sharing a whole floor with other people, even if one of them was Adam.
He moved as quietly as possible, worked even harder to keep control of his dreams, and did everything he could not to attract attention. Unfortunately, he was still Ronan Lynch, which meant that aside from being a messy eater, he radiated magical energy without even trying. But even if one didn’t notice that, the fact was that the angry eighteen year old with a shaved head and a tattoo was replaced by a amiable if anxious eighteen year old with dark curly hair without a tattoo in sight. Whatever his roommates thought of it, it unnerved his raven Chainsaw, who’d taken to flying away from Ronan and screeching at random intervals.
c.
Even without the trauma of his father’s death, Ronan was still different and, some would say, difficult. For instance, his hobbies could be considered incredibly annoying. In the case of bagpipes, Ronan had learned that the sound was something of an acquired taste. Back at Aglionby, he’d used that to his own advantage several times just to piss people off late at night. Here, he wasn’t keen on having his embarrassing hobby discovered.
Sitting by the river, tempting fate like all the heroes in the fairy tales his parents told him, Ronan serenaded anyone who came close with the unmistakable sound of the uilleann bagpipes. Even out of practice, he wasn’t bad. But not many people appreciated the music of his people, especially when he played “Mary Had a Little Lamb” just for kicks.
d. Wild Card!
[OOC: Ronan’s all over the place. Your character can find him checking out Riverview and also working at Buttercup Farm with a very distressed raven watching from a distance.]
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Ronan pulled his hand away from Adam's and slid away. He rose to his feet.
"Yeah, because my opinion has everything to do with your schedule. Fine. We'll do one of those later."
He looked at the door. What would be more satisfying, going outside of the city and punching more things or playing that pipes that his other self left him. Probably the latter but the former sounded better.
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"I don't know why you're upset," he said, but then shrugged and stood up. "I'll be here, when you feel like it."
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Ronan. That's enough. Stop now, before--
Ronan looked at Adam. "Really? You can't figure that one out? You're the one who asked what was bothering me. I told you I don't like anything messing with someone's emotions. If you don't like the answer, don't blame it on something I never said. You can do whatever the hell you want with your time or apartment or anything. I'm fucking trying here. I--"
It wasn't an internal voice that stopped him this time but the knowledge that all of this was dancing around the real reason he was upset. That other Ronan had been embarrassing and insufferable and his previous dating experiences were both questionable and gross, but Ronan doubted he'd have this kind of trouble with his boyfriend.
No, the real reason was that Ronan had his parents. All this Ronan had was anger and hurt and a relationship with what appeared to be a looming expiration date.
Ronan realized that his nails were digging into his palm. He uncurled his fist, which he'd been bouncing restlessly against his leg.
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"Like it's any different than changing your mood with alcohol. Except it doesn't even make people do stupid shit, you're still completely rational through it." Adam, to his credit, refrained from making a comment about how Ronan would like it if it got him drunk. He'd figured out some filter.
"Okay, I get it, you don't like it. But what are you trying to do? I'm not the one who's pissed, I was having a good time talking to you." Logically, he knew Ronan's anger wasn't a rational thing. Ronan was angry to be angry or to stop himself from feeling another emotion. It didn't mean that Adam had to like it or support that horrible coping mechanism.
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"Trying to be more like-- someone who likes something modern."
Ronan heard that relationships were a compromise. The problem there was his father had dreamed his mother. Why would they disagree when Aurora was made to be the perfect wife and mother? How could Ronan even estimate what would be the right amount of give and take, when he'd never seen more than a minor quarrel.
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He settled, looking down to the floor for a moment. "That's not what I want you to be, though." He crossed his arms, wishing this were easier.
"I want you to tell me what you want and we'll figure it out. If you don't say anything, I'll pick what I like best and you'll just be―uncomfortable with it, or something. And then we're both not gonna be happy." He thought back to the small hint of what Ronan wanted, that had been passed off as a joke.
"You want somewhere huge and away from everyone, that's fine with me."
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Ronan wanted the Barns.
He rubbed his forehead. There was a fraint tremor in his hand from adrenaline and an emotion that wasn't anger.
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"We can afford it. My ideas are just things I used to think about wanting. I always imagined myself alone." Which didn't mean he wanted to be alone, only that it was how he imagined his life going. "But it's going to be our house, not just mine, so it has to be different, right?"
He reached out to take the hand on Ronan's head, examining his boyfriend's palm. "That's why I want it with you. You make things different."
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"That's an understatement," Ronan said. "I never imagined my own dream home. I thought I'd steal my father's."
He meant for that to be a light joke but uttering the punchline felt like a blow to the stomach. He'd already broken down so not much of his reaction showed other than the corner of his mouth twitching, desperate to form a grimace before Ronan stilled it.
"I'll make them different in a good way."
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He couldn't understand. But he knew that any thought about Niall being the thief wouldn't be appropriate, so he was glad when Ronan added to it.
"You always do. Usually do." He pulled Ronan off to the bedroom, then, thinking they could both use some sleep.