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un_wir_greywaren ([personal profile] un_wir_greywaren) wrote in [community profile] alternate_university2019-11-06 07:39 pm

[Action | Open] Tennis anyone?

Who: Ronan Lynch, OTA
What: Ronan's first day.
When: Before Halloween, after the start of the semester because he enrolled late.
Where: Around campus, between classes, tennis practice, food court, pick a place.
Warnings: Cursing, mostly. Will add as needed.

~*~

The only color Ronan is wearing other than black is the rainbow scarf Noah gave him. Black boots, black jeans, black t-shirt, black jacket, black gloves, black tattoo peaking out from under the scarf. Feathers that crawl up his neck and wrap around his shoulders, the edges of a $900 tattoo he says he got to piss off his brother, Declan. He has his earbuds in, music screaming against his eardrums, drowning out the world while he studies the map of the campus and locates buildings. A single bag strapped to his back, also black, filled with what few books he deemed important enough to carry around and a notebook with all of his notes written in Latin. His current declared major is Agriculture. But he's testing the ground he's walking on because it's the first time he's been away from home and it's the first time he's dared to dream a life outside of the Barns and Henrietta. He doesn't give a shit about school, to be honest. Not when he can dream an entire world for himself. But Gansey and Noah are here and so this is where he needs to be.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-11-22 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Porrim's goth sense is tingling as she passes Ronan in the courtyard. She's wearing a jade green dress with matching shoes and a black coat and black socks with white speckled stars on them. She hovered near Ronan until she got his attention and waited for him to take at least one earbud out.

If he won't do that, drastic measures will of course need to be taken.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-11-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Porrim looked at Ronan with narrowed eyes. Then, her eyes looked just to the left, behind him and suddenly widened!

She put a hand up to her mouth, opening in surprise and horror!

If Ronan fell for her feint, she would reach out and pluck one of the earbuds out of his ear.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-11-26 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh! So difficult.

Frustration gets the better of her and she yells. "Take your earbuds out! I'm trying to say hello!"
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-11-30 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
It definitely worked, she was starting this interaction off rather flustered and aggravated. Her lips were pursed and her fists were just starting to ball up. She doesn't even know quite hot to respond, since the smile makes it obvious that he was messing with her.

"Asshole," she finally mutters.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-11-30 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Porrim," she replied, her tone still sharp. She made an attempt to regain her composure and her next words were a little more measured.

"I just moved into Residence Hall 2. I noticed you over here and figured I'd say hi."

She was starting to regret said decision.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-12-01 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You make being anti-social out as some kind of positive character trait," she replied, unimpressed.

"But there's something to that, I suppose, since I'm still here." He wasn't terribly unlike Cronus, before Cronus decided to do his whole 'greaser' thing. Smug and self-assured and lacking in anything resembling consideration.

"I've had more luck getting along with people that are harder to get along with." Social outcasts, as it were.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-12-11 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hardly," she said, possibly lying without realizing it. "Call it me following my intuition."

Something drew her to him, that was worth following up on. But then he says 'tennis courts' and she may have to think twice.

"You place tennis?"

All the same she reaches out for his map.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-12-22 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
"So this is the kind of relationship where you try to embarrass each other as much as possible until the other one dips out?"

Maybe she's being unfair. Maybe Ronan loves tennis and sweaters. She can't imagine why, but they exist. Someone must like them.
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[personal profile] femalepresenting 2019-12-24 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
Porrim was unconvinced, but she studies the map all the same. There was nothing specifically labeled 'tennis courts' on the map, hence the obvious initial difficulties by her difficult companion.

"There's the Rec Center here," she said, pointing it out on the map. That sparked something she maybe remembered? She handed him the map and pulled out a pamphlet for the campus from her bag. She opened it up to the fold with the rec center, which showed several racket-ball tables setup.

"It's not a tennis court, but maybe they'll be able to point us in the right direction?"