[Action | Open] Tennis anyone?

[un_wir_greywaren]

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.

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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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[femalepresenting]

"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.

[un_wir_greywaren]

"It is a character trait." Positive or negative it has worked for him. Ronan looked doubtful that any kind of luck would make getting to know him any easier. "So do you consider me a challenge now or what?"

He checked his watch.

"Here's a challenge. Help me find the tennis courts."

[femalepresenting]

"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.

[un_wir_greywaren]

"I played tennis, yes. Now I'm playing tennis as part of a deal with my best friend. He knits sweaters and I smack a ball around a court. It's a fair trade."

He hands the map over easily enough, but he's also skeptical about her answer. She wouldn't have stuck around this long if she didn't consider him some sort of a challenge. Or maybe she just likes assholes.

[femalepresenting]

"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.

[un_wir_greywaren]

"No. Nothing like that at all." He says that with a completely straight face and flat tone. "You know where the courts are or not?"

Gansey will probably find he loves knitting and make him some hideously colored sweater which he will wear playing tennis just to make his friend laugh.

[femalepresenting]

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?"