[Ryan is standing on the deck of a ship. He's dressed a bit like this. He gestures with the cutlass, stabbing at the video. He looks a bit puzzled though, brow furrowed. He also looks a whole lot doubtful]

Arrr?

[Yeah he sounds doubtful too.]

Yesterday was interesting. I spent most of it stuck to my punching bag.

I should have tried harder to keep her away from Volchek. I should have saved her.

[There's a long moment of dead hair before he switches the device off.]

Yesterday was better than expected.

[Ryan is sitting outside on a bench. He's got a cup of coffee in his hands and his elbows are on his knees. His expression is fairly thoughtful]I tend to adapt alright to most situations. It was part of growing up the way I did. Between my Mom, Trey, her boyfriends, the neighborhood and alcohol I was never sure what sort of situation I was going to ( Read more... )

[The device jostles and turns on of it's own accord. Ryan is jogging. Or he's attempting to jog. Really he's doing more starting and stopping to cough, wheeze and sniffle. He's dressed in a pair of sweat pants, tennis shoes, a long sleeved thermal tee shirt and a hoody with the hood pulled up over his head. He tries to jog through a coughing fit ( Read more... )

[There's a guy in a brown hoodie standing next to the carousel. He eyes the device on the ground warily then picks it up. Out of his hoodie pocket he pulls a small mostly white baby bunny. He gives it a once over, tucks it back in his pocket. His eyes shift back and forth as he examines the device.]

Great. I'm in alt world.

Again.

[He doesn't ( Read more... )