" no need to apologize, " wymon insisted. he found himself using a particular voice that he often defaulted to when talking to locals around town — specifically when speaking to those he didn't know well. tenor ached with a need to be believed, and he wondered, was he being genuine ? the male smoothed his hand over the top of the dog's head, peering up to look at his owner. ronan, at the very least, was easy to be authentic around. " seems like he probably knows what's best for his owner. animals can be very intuitive, i think. sometimes my cat does the same. like, he'll bother me to wake up if i'm trying to sleep in. "
ronan nods in quiet agreement, eyes focused upon his dog with a fond expression. it was true — despite his hyperactivity, jack was incredibly intuitive; reflective in the way he could seemingly read ronan’s every mood and act accordingly (forced stranger interaction aside). “ it’s funny — a lot of people view cats as being cold … i think they just take a little longer to warm up. ”
roman’s scared expression doesn’t deter ziggy, not even registering within her loopy brain. he’s listening to her hurried words, supplying some of his own in exchange … that must mean he’s also having a wonderful time, right ? right ! her fingers locate his temples and begin wiggling right beside them, occasionally bumping against a stray curl or warm skin — imprecise, fueled solely by excitement. thoughts stick to them like webs. “ except you do - oooooh ! ” her face is uncharacteristically serious as she harnesses all her power into the 'reading'. when she stumbles upon a certain flavor of memory, a loud laugh or gasp bursts free from her lips. thunderous sounds. “ your brain matter is beyond happy that i’m in there … tells me it’s been waiting to see my face for many lifetimes. jeez, what a charmer ! though i think it could really use some light dusting — nooffense. that’s an easy fix … i’ll just set the cleaning bug loose ! ” she takes hold of his cranium now, speaking directly to his forehead, mouth’s movements overly exaggerated ; doesn’t want any misunderstandings, not with her first client. “ you’re … not … ticklish … are youuuu ? ”
ronan blinks, frozen momentarily as ziggy’s fingers skate around his temples. typically, he’s not the type for invasion of his personal space, but he can make an exception just this once. “ ... are you sure you speak the same language as my brain ? ” he half-smiles as she continues her work with unrestrained enthusiasm. he’s mostly still, though the mention of tickling has him instinctively flinching and itchy. her breath against his forehead feels strange, almost as unusual as the words leaving her lips. “ what does it say ? ” he reluctantly plays along.
rusty grins back, just socially unaware enough to be totally convinced that they have him hooked. “not much else they could be. whatever that thing was on the beach didn't look like any kind of normal fish i've ever seen.” he shrugs — never mind the litany of explanations that would make more sense than sea monster. or the fact that he hasn't actually seen anything bigger than a seal on that beach. or how that answer doesn't really answer ronan's question. he shakes the bag again, making the shark teeth inside click against each other. “curious?”
“ … what did it look like ? ” he tilts his head, 99% sure that the other is full of shit, yet his own interests in the deep blue and what it hides leaving him still that little bit intrigued. his attention is brought back to the bag once again and he shrugs, “ sure. are you gonna let me see ? or is there going to be a last minute pay wall ? ”
closed starter · for ronan @farewelld
location · the cliffs
he felt the creature's presence before he could see him, rustling through the foliage with a zealous curiosity, perhaps much like it's owner. suddenly wymon, open book in his lap, was not alone. a border colie stood before him, ears perked as they billowed in the wind. " well, hello, " the male chorused with surprise, peering around for the dog's holder as he held out a welcoming hand. " are you here alone, puppy ? "
it’s not uncommon for jack to run loops around his owner; the dog confident and excitable where ronan is mostly the opposite. it makes for many awkward encounters while out together, ronan pushed into conversations with strangers more often than he’d like — though he’s happy to struggle through for the sake of his trusty four legged friend. he huffs as jack takes off, mentally preparing himself for the usual small talk with a wonky plastered upon smile when his eyes land on wymon — shoulders relaxing instantly. “ sorry — he loves making friends. ” he smiles softly, tucking his hands inside his pockets.
𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄, @kilmerstarters ! capping at 0 / 4 .
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : oddities museum !
eyes that could have easily belonged to a strange bug in a past lifetime twinkle behind ridiculously - oversized sunglasses, overflowing with guileless amusement as she inhabits the top of the counter she should technically be working behind — an unheard - of occurrence. long legs are crossed one over the other, twisted in an almost impossible fashion, like colorful clay that’s being pulled and bent every which way. it’s simply unreasonable to ask the moth to stand or sit still for more than a couple of seconds, batteries always charged to their fullest capacity — and then some more.
free of any notions of what’s right or wrong within the complex realm of boundaries — or the occasional importance of abstaining from physical contact — ziggy holds onto the other’s shoulders and rattles them, transforming them into a human salt shaker. desperate to put her newly discovered knowledge surrounding the art of mind - reading ( courtesy of one of her aunt’s books ) to the test ... a fact very apparent. “ nonononono, you gotta give me another chance ! ” there’s a playful desperation jumbled with a sprinkle of snorts that splatter across her words, i’m a love bug pin rocking with the intense movements of her body. “ now ... it’s time to connect our brainwaves. oh, pure - hearted mortal, bring forth your thoughts ! ”
ronan is unsure of how exactly he has landed himself in this predicament, and subsequently, is unsure of how exactly he is supposed to remove himself from said predicament. instead he opts to simply let it happen; body limp and unresistant to the shaking that causes his brain to rattle against his skull. " how ... " his question trails off as he considers whether he actually wants to hear ziggy's idea of how he should go about 'connecting their brainwaves', the sheer expanse of her imagination something to be both admired and feared. " i don't know if i want you inside my brain. "
OPEN STARTER | okay to assume connections, capping at 0/5 !
LOCATION | the oddities museum information booth
“i'm being so serious, i've got actual sea monster teeth.” not that anyone can actually understand a word he just said, with his own cheap glow in the dark vampire teeth half falling out of his mouth as he talks. rusty digs around in his pockets for a few seconds, eventually coming up with a small drawstring bag. “from right here in the cove. they said it was a whale, but you know. didn't wanna freak out the public.” he leans over his booth, spinning the little bag around his finger by the strings and grinning back at them. “now i'm not really supposed to show anybody. but you seem trustworthy enough.” and it's a good advertisement for the museum. so long as he doesn't get called out for actually having shark teeth.
ronan blinks at the other, torn somewhere between letting his incredulity be known or playing along just to avoid an awkward encounter. " ... really ? " he settles upon; a safe, pleasant middle ground. " how do you know they're from a sea monster, exactly ? " grey eyes follow the small bag tangled around rusty's fingers, imagination conjuring visions of enormous, serrated fangs -- ridiculous, but intriguing.
logan lerman, twenty nine, he/him ⟡ — is that RONAN GREER i just saw walking around kilmer’s cove ? i heard they’re a RESIDENT who’s been here for TWO YEARS it slipped my mind, since they just tend to hang out at THE CLIFFS. at face value, they’re said to be GENUINE and INTUITIVE, but i don’t know… some people have said they can be quite RESERVED and MALADROIT. just don’t get on their bad side, i guess ! don’t tell them i told you this, but i’ve heard they DO believe in all the ghost stories around town. who knows what the future holds for them !
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴
name : ronan daniel greer . date of birth : dec 27th 1994 . place of birth : new york . occupation : entomologist aka bug expert . language(s) spoken : english . orientation : bisexual & biromantic . familial : one half of the greer irish twins, aka born within twelve months of his older sister, naomi . has a mostly healthy yet distant relationship with both of his parents . pets : border collie called jack .
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦
faceclaim : logan lerman . height : 5ft 10 . hair : brown, overgrown & due a cut . eye color : blue - grey . scent : jasmine, seawater, oakmoss, & cedar . markings : small, faded scar above the eyebrow . piercings : none .
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵
zodiac : capricorn . flaws : self-critical, stubborn, & finicky . strengths : hardworking, pragmatic & imaginative . drug / alcohol use : social smoker & drinker, no drug use . likes : nature (particularly insects & other animals), photography, herbal tea, reading, walking aimlessly, documentaries about space & history, being alone . dislikes : formal events, being underestimated, small talk with strangers, public speaking, unpredictability, feeling observed . mannerisms : compulsively scrapes nape of neck, wears knitwear even when it's not cold, frequent pacing (& resultant tripping over feet), speaks too quickly when talking about something he's passionate about, struggles with eye contact .
𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘
( tba in full ! )
ronan relocated to kilmer's cove in an effort to chase a quieter life, aided by the intrigue of discovering more about the mysterious town. with his dog, jack, in tow, ronan packed up his small apartment & waved goodbye to his fast-paced lifestyle in new york to further pursue his passion for entomology.
when he's not at the museum he can be found either walking with jack along the cliffs or coast, with his nose nestled in a book, or fussing over his personal collection of six legged friends .
personality wise, ronan has never really been the social type. although friendly enough, years of mostly enjoying his own company has left him a little out of practice when it comes to making conversation. he's very warm hearted & empathetic, though he's not the type to readily share how he's feeling, but is definitely a great listener. 100% has a dad joke sense of humour. as a man of science, he isn't proud to admit it but he does believe in the spooky happenings of kilmer & finds himself very interested in uncovering the town's history.
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