JGOB | Tuesday Afternoon

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Ronan had been on his way off island, lugging a bag of equipment and balancing the crown underneath his arm when he'd walked into the fog. It had been thick, choking and he'd shuddered. The crown just seemed...meaningless to him now. A piece of plastic. Crap.

He'd tossed it into a nearby tree and watched it shatter. And then he'd coughed several times before ducking into the nearest shop and sitting down. The bag clattered into a heap at his feet. What the hell had he been doing? Where had he been going?

Briefly, very briefly, Ronan felt regret. Ronan felt stupid. It didn't show in his demeanor but he felt it and it pissed him off. A lot. Big time. He felt the urge to go find that stupid shopkeeper and shake him until his ears bled and he drooled onto his fancy shirt.

Ronan's hands clenched into fist and he vibrated with the anger, with the feeling of someone having gotten into his head. He was going to have to punch something or someone.

And soon.

[Open place but occupant is Ronan so have fun]

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[nomoresportscars]

Jackson just chose the worst times to visit Fandom, didn't he? He hadn't shown his face for over three months, and today was the day he chose? This was bullshit. The fog was bullshit. The island smelled wrong to him.

He ended up ducking into the bakery just so he could check his phone without the fog interfering. Like perhaps he could call someone and demand an explanation.

His eyes were on his phone as he came in.

[ooc: FOR GREAT SP JUSTICE.]

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At the sound of someone coming in the door, Ronan glanced up automatically. And then he looked back down.

And then right back up when he saw what he was seeing. Sure, his hair was shorter than this guy's but that was about the only difference.

Now, he could have cursed but instead, he glared. Hard.

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson took a second to look up.

He did not glare once he had. Instead, he rolled his eyes. It was a little more passive-aggressive than a glare.

"What Fandom crap is this?"

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"What the hell are you?" Ronan snapped, slouching back in his chair and shaking his head. "What the hell are you?"

[nomoresportscars]

"Jackson Whittemore."

Yes, he knew the question had been 'what' and not 'who'. He didn't care.

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"Congratulations," Ronan said dryly. "This some sort of shit related to that stupid piece of plastic I've been carrying around for weeks?"

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes again. "Oh fantastic, you're new." Yes, Ronan, he could glean that from exactly that little. He could do so while ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that this was like talking to a mirror, too. "I have nothing to do with anything plastic."

Well, maybe credit cards.

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"No, you don't because I'd remember your face." Or his face. Or their face. "Where'd you even come from? Walk out of that stupid fog?"

[nomoresportscars]

"I came from Baltimore, dumbass." They were just ever so charming and well-mannered. "The fog was a surprise."

And one that really should have made him turn on his heels and get the hell away, honestly.

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"Oh please, call me names again," Ronan said, sitting up a little straighter. "I'm oh so eager to hear the extent of your creativity."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson rolled his eyes, because what else? What else.

"Look, kid," he said, turning more towards the counter, because he thought he should at least get a coffee before he went, "you should just scurry on back to the dorms while you can."

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"Oh, should I?" He snickered but he wasn't amused. "And why's that? The boogeyman gonna get me?"

He had enough of those lurking in his head.

[nomoresportscars]

"Island's most likely not safe right now," Jackson replied, sounding bored. "But you wanna get devoured by some pointless fog monster, go right ahead. Shouldn't damage my reputation."

Literally the only thing he cared about.

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"You're very kind -- " Ha ha no. " -- but I can handle myself. You're the old one. Shouldn't risk breaking your hip out there."

[nomoresportscars]

"I'm more durable than you could possibly imagine, kid."

Hey, he'd paid for that in murder and trauma.

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Ronan gave him a slow clap. He stopped himself from giving him a standing ovation. So nice, that one.

"And I'm sure you're well endowed and all the ladies love you," he drawled. "Keep compensating, buddy."

[nomoresportscars]

Jackson got his coffee.

"It's not just the ladies."

He was everyone's type. Duh.

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"Oh, boys too?" Interesting. "I should introduce you to a guy I know. He'd love you."

Ezra.

[nomoresportscars]

Well, he wasn't exactly wrong there. But he also could have said that about Ezra to just about anyone and it would have been equally correct.

"Fascinating," Jackson drawled.

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"I know," Ronan replied, nodding. "Show your face around town and he'll probably find his way to you."

[nomoresportscars]

"Well, I'm getting the fuck out of here," Jackson informed him. "The fog is creeping me out, and you're creeping me out." To Jackson's credit, it sounded more like he was offended by Ronan's existence than like he was unsettled. "But tell your little friend hi."

Dripping sarcasm, there.

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"Will do," he said, giving Jackson a flippant wave. "Pleasure to meet you. Really."

[nomoresportscars]

"Get to safety while you can."

It was sincere, but because this was Jackson, it also seemed o heavily imply Ronan was exactly the kind of idiot who couldn't figure that out on his own and would probably get eaten, and Jackson would laugh.

Yeah.

He left the bakery.