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[b][u][color=de3b49]Location;[/color][/u][/b] [color=dc7880]Parking Lot → Dorm Lobby → Dorm 4 - I[/color]
[b][u][color=de3b49]Interacting With;[/color][/u][/b] [color=dc7880]Laurel Price (Serial Baker)[sup][@McHaggis][/sup]; Honey Emerson (Sinnamon Bun)[sup][@Apokalipse][/sup][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Everything sat in a middle ground; nothing moved during the summer and things refused to change. After the first year, the respite was welcomed, yet the subsequent years dulled the thud of contentment. Complacency. Ranefer hated that word. It sent chills and raised his skin for reasons unknown. Maybe he didn't like moving too much, or at all, really, content to sit about. Refusing to change, though? To not do anything but sit around and fiddle his thumbs? That set him on a low simmer, volatile in his apartment not too far from the academy. His father had set it up after whisking him away from Dubai. A bank account had been establish, though he refused to use the money provided (Ranefer had his own means and by that, he stole from his mother's company on a daily basis. Out of spite and with a boat load of malicious intent, enough to cover his tracks well).

As the days passed by, a dull itch covered his arms and back. His scalp felt dry and tingly, not realizing the response had come out of a dire urgency to get into a class. To be doing something other than laying in bed angry at the world. When the day came, Ranefer threw his prepacked bags (often times he never even unpacked) into his beat up Civic and broke various speeding laws just to get into his desired parking spot.

Moving forward, moving on, however, didn't mean socializing with anyone he didn't care for - that seemed unnecessarily pompous. He refused to socialize with anyone that triggered a panic attack or turned him into a volatile mess. That usually meant most new people. Ronny found contentment in his little band of friends and while open to change in that direction, he didn't rightfully seek it out.

Grabbing his suitcases from the trunk and slinging his backpack over his shoulders, Ranefer made a brisk line toward the elevator in hopes of missing practically everyone. Once inside and alone, he went over the contents of his pack, making sure he had the printed e-mail with his schedule, dorm assignment, and team (which, of course, he dreaded; not a surprise). All the utensils and supplies he could ever need in a backpack stuffed to the brim and a pack lunch sack just in case he didn't like what any of the vendors or joints had on the menu. They never really changed, but like everyone else, he had his cravings.

Avoiding eye contact was a specialty of Ronny's and once he made it into the hallway, he ducked his head and shuffled along, watching the floor ahead of him for any feet he needed to side step. After almost colliding with a few individuals, Ronny released a breath and shoved his mailed key into the lock and fell into his assigned dorm for the year. The air inside felt crisp, kind of like opening a can. In this case that can's contents were air, but it felt fresher than his own (summer) apartment. By a mile, at least.

Not a single speck of dust out of place, tidy and neat from likely a rigorous summer cleaning by the janitorial staff. Everything seemed precise and put in place. If Ronny had anything to say about that, it'd probably stay exactly as he found it, with a few additions here and there. Likely a shit ton of upgrades to the various systems the house contained. Looking around a number of ideas assaulted his mind, taking in the surroundings like a sponge and letting his own system digest everything. 

His legs whirred in their place on the floor, reminding him of his own upgrade. Sometimes it was extremely easy to forget they were there until the idea pops with a small thought and suddenly the mind's free to hear and see the abnormalities of his prosthetic. The quiet hum of gears constantly shifting and realigning, pressure redistributed along what used to be muscle and sinew, now carbon fiber and metal. It would take a moment for his own trance to melt. His gaze glassy as he blinked the focus away and urged himself to move, despite the loud clank of metal hitting his eardrums. Only loud because he's listening for it and that irritated him enough that his resting face turned into a scowl. Luckily, Ranefer was the first to arrive.

After settling his pack and suitcases onto his bed, Ranefer forced himself to sit and breathe. Counting always helped when the anger started as an irritant, one on the dial to a stove. Heated, but not exactly approaching boiling point. A few more breaths before the calm washed over him and he allowed himself to dig through his backpack for his phone.

[quote][center][b][color=de3b49]To:[/color] [color=f37822][u]Serial Baker[/u][/color][/b][/center]

[color=de3b49]I feel like you smuggled in pot brownies. Would you be willing to share? Cool upgrades for your phone up for trade. There's this shade function I can install so no one can spy on you while you're watching porn in class.[/color][/quote]

With the text sent, Ranefer let himself fall into the soft cotton of his bed sheets, bringing the phone back up to his face to fire off another text. Laurel and he never really saw eye-to-eye with much, but they got along well enough to enjoy each other's company - in private, at least. To be honest, Ronny didn't exactly know what to call Laurel. They argued, bickered, yelled at each other around other people. Often times, Ronny had to wade off to cool down, knowing full well Price enjoyed seeing the red heat rise on his tanned skin. Knowing him, he enjoyed seeing that happen to a lot of people for various different reasons. Regardless, at least he found himself comfortable enough to confide in his company from time to time.

Even if Hunter took the spot of best friend and confidant. He much preferred the like mind of Honey over pretty much anyone else, especially since neither expected the other to talk. Their socializing could be coined as 'dull and uninteresting silence' by the majority, however, Ranefer enjoyed that companionable silence over the awkward fumbling for words when it came to interacting with anyone else. Even with Lauren, Ronny felt the eggshells crumbling under his fit as he tip toed around his own words.

[quote][center][b][color=de3b49]To:[/color] [color=darkolivegreen][u]Sinnamon Bun[/u][/color][/b][/center]

[color=de3b49]Wanna test out the flat screen in my dorm's living room? I can hack into a Netflix account and we can binge Friends... while potentially getting high on pot brownies before the big Spartan Race. That sounds like a good idea right?[/color][/quote]

Honestly, looking at it from a logical perspective, getting high during the first official day at the Academy wasn't the best idea. However, Ronny allowed himself to slip up from time to time. It wasn't fun always letting reason win out over enjoyment.