Wipeout; Open

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

The minute the scoreboard flap went to twenty one, Ronan felt a huge weight tackle into him just as the crowd roar went up as well. He flopped onto the sand without much of a fight, laughing his head off at the victory that he and his teammate claimed. Blake was yelling his head off now the minute he got up, leaving Ronan himself to lounge in the hot sand for a moment before he glanced over to the crowds. Girls were there, lots of girls. Flashing their smiles as they cheered causing him to only grin before finally he got up to shake hands with the team that they just beat. Quick and simple and it was then that the crowds began to come towards them. Blue eyes searched for a moment before spotting his mother and quickly, he ducked around people and headed over to them, “Did you see that last spike? I nailed it. And here it’s only the start of the season.” It earned him the typical eye roll now from her before she smiled, “Yes, of course I did. Are you coming home right away or are you going out? Because your father is cooking tonight.”

Never before had words terrified him until then and he felt several questions ran through his head. His father was cooking? Did this mean that he was going to end up with some dish that was only famous in the cold lands or something? These thoughts must have been clear as day across his face now as his mother reached up and ruffled his hair, “Please be home by six. It’s a wonderful meal, I promise.” Ronan ducked away from her hand now, “Mom! You can’t just…ruffle my hair; I’m not like…Simba or anything.” But automatically, he regretted it at the look she wore on her face. And just as quickly as he moved away from her, he pulled her back into a hug, “Sorry.” A small laugh escaped his mother now as she shook her head, “It’s okay, Ronan. Believe me, I didn’t like my mother doing that to me either and here I swore I was never going to be her. But go have fun now, just remember, six.” Ronan grinned, nodding his head as he backed away now, his friends calling to him although, they were already half way down the beach now, taking the longer way to the pier via sand rather than board walk.

Ronan took off after them now, his feet sinking into the sand as he pushed off with each stride. It burnt down his energy a little, but it was well worth the run and he could catch up with them no problem. After all, he was a werewolf. As far as he knew, other than his dad, they were the only ones. Well, there was his brother but he knew that they were never meeting. Apparently there were other types of werewolves according to his dad, but they weren’t worth their time. Ronan never entirely understood this concept that his dad laid out yet somehow he knew that he was better off than a lot of the others. All of this time, his mind caught up in thoughts rather than paying attention to what he was doing, and of course, just like that, the world took it’s revenge. His foot hit something now, perhaps a human leg, or maybe a sand castle, but something ‘jumped out’ at him now and gravity took it’s told. A yelp actually escaped Ronan, caught off guard as he came crashing down and barely managed to save his dignity as he rolled on his shoulder and end up on his back rather than belly flop on his stomach. Did that really just happen? Blue eyes stared at the sky for a moment before he quickly rolled over now, glancing at the damange he had done, “Uh, sorry, I totally wasn’t paying attention at all…clearly.”

I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Open.|

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

Dastan Riley was really enjoying the sun, it had always seemed a little strange to go away in the summer when the weather actually got warm but well, the lakes in Minnesota were still cold and he felt like getting out of town. So, since the team had been knocked out of the playoffs he had nothing else to do for the next two months but just hang out. Training started against in August and until then he had rented a house here with Mess just to enjoy the summer sun and sand. They were sitting together on the ground building a sandcastle. Course, he was the one doing most of the building and she was mostly just throwing sand or sticking her shovel into the ground but her mind he was sure she was doing all the work.

Suddenly before he had a change to move he felt a foot right on him. He didn't let out a cry but there had definitely been a bit of a gasp of pain when he felt someone landing on his leg"Fuck..." Dastan muttered but rubbing his leg but his pain, what little there had been at least was quickly distracted by the wide eyed shocked look of his younger daughter's face. His eyes followed her little blue ones to where her 'castle' had been and it was now a pile of sand again and he could almost see her lip starting to tremble. "No no no" he started. No crying she'd been good all day and happy. "It's not a big deal Mess look he moved quickly to lift her onto his lap and using her little hands to reform some more sand. He saw he getting a little distracted by this idea and her sad look turn to angry pretty quickly. He watched her get up and just walk right through the castle again to which he had to sigh.

His eyes lifted then to the culprit then and blinked in surprise to see a kid there apologizing. The part that unnerved him wasn't the fact that it was a kid though, there was something else, the same strange feeling he'd had that night in the alley way when Kierran had made himself known to him. He was a wolf. That, Dastan was certain of and it was making him frustrated. Why, after all these years were they popping up all over the place, everywhere he went he seemed to be followed by one or run into one which had him thinking this was no accident.

He moved to get Messier but she was already out of reach as she toddled quickly over to the kid. BAD! She said and smacked him in the arm with her little fist. BAD BAD BAD! she repeated with her little arms now crossed and her pouty lip out staring up at him with her blue eyes looking up under her dark baby lashes.

"MESSIER RILEY!" Dastan said in surprise. "We don't hit..." except in hockey but she was still too young to really differentiate the two. It was the first time he'd ever seen her really get mad like that, and he knew that she certainly hadn't learned it from him...well, off the ice at least he didn't throw punches. "I'm sorry... I don't know where she learned that" He said. Standing up shaking off the pain in his leg to scoop his daughter off the sand and offering his free hand to help the guy up.

"You alright?" he asked. After all She's just lost her sandcastle, the guy had been the one to actually go flying through it. "She's normally...friendlier, I guess she's hanging around the team too much" he hadn't really thought about that before. He spent the majority of his free time with his team, and if she wasn't with him she was with a nanny, but most of the time if he could help it, she was with him, maybe spending too much time with a bunch of athletes was beginning to be a really bad influence on her.

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

He had heard a distinctive ‘fuck’ when he went down, so apparently it had been a leg that jumped out and attacked him, along with what seemed to be the remains of a poorly made sand castle. Ronan still found himself trying to figure out where exactly he stopped paying attention on the beach since considering its one big danger zone. In the background, some guy was talking to a child and it took him a moment to fully realize that their voices belonged to the very people that he was attempting to apologize to. Glancing to them though, Ronan couldn’t help but to feel incredibly small all of the sudden cause the man was a giant. No wonder he tripped over him, he practically took up the whole beach. But when their attention finally focused in on him, something else went off in his head. Not human instinct but animal instinct. Light blue eyes simply stared at the man: another werewolf! But something else seemed to hang in there with his instinct. A werewolf is a werewolf but this almost felt like it ran deeper than blood, that and the fact that the man kinda looked like his dad which was beyond weird. Ronan was quick to shake it off though despite that nagging feeling. After all, people looked like famous people all the time, so that must mean that random ass people could also look like his dad.

During this whole thought process, he barely noticed that the guy’s little girl had managed to escape his grasp until she was upon him, “BAD!” The loud and high pitch caught him off guard, and more importantly caused him to cringe. Nothing had prepared him for the little fists of steal though as it smacked into his bicep with a deafening thud. A loud yelp escaped Ronan now, he couldn’t even control it and his fingers curled into the sand like an animal would with its claws as if that would help deal with his pain. Quickly, he scrambled away with her repetitious words following him, putting a good few feet between him and the girl before flopping back into the sand now. Light blue eyes watched her carefully for a moment, as if where was a gremlin waiting to attack him again, “I said I was sorry,” he replied again, almost sounding dejected and hoping it would carry over to the minds of a two year old. It didn’t seem to matter though since her dad just about freaked out, “Messier Riley! We do not hit…” Funny, she didn’t seem to be aware of that rule in her code of conduct but Ronan decided that it might be best to just stay quiet in that very moment and simply observe, “I’m sorry…I don’t know where she learned that.”

Ronan sat up now, brushing sand off and leaned back to actually crane his neck up to look at the man, “You alright? She's..normally friendlier.” He wanted to take it back, the man wasn’t a giant but indeed a freaking mountain. If he kept on looking up at him like that, he might actually get dizzy, “Dude, can’t rebuild a sand castle if we’re standing up.” The teenager informed him now, ignoring the helping hand now as he glanced around at their supplies, which honestly looked very minimal. What kind of people was he dealing with here? Well, other than the werewolfie qualities. Tourists? “But I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse and have done it on purpose,” he answered truthfully now, thinking about some of his saves during the games. Speaking of volleyball or more importantly friends, it seemed as if he had gotten ditched. Something had told him that Blake was too preoccupied with getting laid tonight than to pay attention to the fact that he was missing now and left on the beach. His gaze moved to the water for a moment before finally glancing back up at the guy, “Wait, did you say team? I don’t remember volleyball being that violent that it requires hitting. Man, what kind of guy do you hang out with?”


I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Dastan Riley|

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

As the kid reacted with pain he heard the most surprising sound a hysterical giggle escaped her simultaneous to the yelp. He'd heard her laugh before of course, but never at someone's pain. Kids were easily amused he figured, physical comedy never really got old “...great my daughter's a sadist” he muttered half jokingly but her giggle was so cute he couldn't be annoyed with it for very long, in fact it was taking everything in him to try not to smile.

“Fair enough...that's true” he admitted kneeling back down into the sand. “look Mess he's gonna help you fix it a new better one” he assured her. What the hell did Dastan know about building sand castles? Nothing. What little time he'd spent at the beach he'd had to cross over to Quebec and his parents had stopped doing that a long time ago, and he'd always spent most of his time in the water rather than playing on the sand. He was however still trying to do this whole Dad thing best he could figure it out and that included building things in the sand with his kid, even if he wasn't all that good at it.

“Well as long as you're fine” he stated. “I'm Dastan Riley” he said introducing himself. “My daughter...Messier, who apparently packs a punch” He added semi-jokingly though it was evidently the truth. He looked at her now and she seemed to have forgotten her anger so easily. It was true enough they said they could only remember two or three things at a time and were easily distracted, apparently the idea of him helping with a sandcastle was distracting enough because his daughters blue eyes were watching the stranger expectantly.

“Volleyball?” he asked confused had he said anything about Volleyball? Though admittedly he supposed with his height he was potentially idea to play every sport and his high school had made sure he knew it, but he'd never really had interest in anything other than hockey, and he'd done well enough for himself with that.

“No, hockey” he stated simply. He wondered if later in his career he would train to a team in a warmer state, LA Kings, Tampa Lightening. Course Typically, LA aside the warmer teams didn't tend to be the best, because the fan base wasn't there and if the fan base wasn't there, tickets weren't sold and the teams couldn't afford decent players or a winning team. “I'm a hockey player” among other things that he wouldn't mention.

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

Kids were weird. That was about all that he learned from this encounter. Although maybe in their defense, this is Ronan’s first time destroying one of their sand castles. For the moment though, he didn’t trust her to not hit him again, not with that laughter coming out of her, “…Great, my daughter’s a sadist.” Light blue eyes glanced over to the guy quickly, almost questioning for a moment before he realized it was a joke, or at least, he would assume it was a joke. Not to mention, Ronan know just realized that babies probably didn’t even know what sadists were. The dad seemed to be enjoying this anyways; he seemed to fail at maintaining a straight face. Shaking his head slightly, he reached to the closest bucket and pulled it towards him now, figuring they were just going to work with sand rather than make everything complicated by looking to the water for resources, “Fair enough…that’s true. Look Mess, he’s gonna help you fix it, a better one.” The need to inform the man that he was putting a lot of responsibility on him now jumped into Ronan’s mind, but then thought better of it, “Why’d you name her Mess? It seems like a name of torment for when she goes into school.”

Hell, even he got heckled a little but maybe it was always because his mom had to call him ‘little ronan’ in front of everyone. Parents were clearly weird. This guy was no acceptation, “Well, as long as you’re fine. I’m Dastan Riley. My daughter…Messier, who apparently packs a punch.” It was in that moment, and Ronan hadn’t even realized it, that he had been holding his breath, but the moment introductions were over, he felt himself breathe a sigh of relief, “Thank god…” Probably because in the back of his mind, for two seconds, Ronan had thought that this might have been crazy Logan due to similarities of looks although when he thought about it, the idea was just simply crazy. After all, he was in the cold lands and Ronan tended to believe that people from there didn’t want to come here. Not to mention, by the sounds of the limited story that his father had told him, his father technically is ‘missing’ by all means. Taking a break from packing sand in though, light blue eyes glanced back up at Dastan now, “Ronan Monroe. Or Ro, if you’re just feeling lazy.” Feeling eyes on him though, his attention went back to the little girl, whom he still was keeping a wide area around, “I’m watching you,” he commented now before getting back to work.

The confusion that quickly came about though only confused Ronan even more though, “Volleyball?” Well, duh volleyball, what other sport was there? As the young man glanced up to say this, the other continued to talk, “No, hockey. I’m a hockey player.” What the hell, now he was confused. Ronan just sat there, trying to figure out what to say, “But hockey’s…a girl sport.” Naturally, he was referring to field hockey because what other hockey was out there? Unless…no, why would he? Why would anybody play…ice hockey? It was cold, and people slammed you into walls, and you lost teeth, and there was just a million other reasons to just not play that sport. He was right about one thing though, if that were the case than these people were tourists, “You’re really not referring to ice hockey, are you? Cause that’s like…the cold peoples’ sport. Like the northern territories…and shit, hell, easterners, mid westerners. Those people. Unless you suck. Is that why you’re here? Cause you know man, I don’t know if they told you anything but cold here is like 70 degrees.” That was when he actually felt like he had to wear something like jeans instead of shorts, “Besides, why would you play that? Volleyball’s better, beach at least. I hate court.” And with that, he turned the bucket over and pulled, revealing a perfect tower.

I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Dastan Riley|

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

“It's a nickname” he stated about Mess, short obviously for Messier “short or Messier, besides if anyone gives her grief I think we can both see she'll know perfectly well how to defend herself” he pointed out. The truth was though he had renamed her when she'd been left on his doorstep, he had no idea what name her mother had picked for her, how could he know she'd never so much as left a birth certificate. So, he'd taken it upon himself to name her and what better name for a man to choose than after his favorite sports player.

It made him wonder about his own name. He knew his mother had chosen it because she liked the sound, it was Persian and the Riley's were Irish so really, it didn't make a lot of logical sense but he'd never really harbored any negative feelings toward it just curiosity, he couldn't help but wonder if his real parents had bothers to gift him a name before dropping him off with strangers.

“And here I thought beach volleyball was a girls sport” Dastan joked. “But if you want to jump around in the sand in your bathing suit who am I to say anything” he added with a shrug he was still jesting. He really didn't freaking care either way what this kid considered to be a sport, they could agree to disagree and it was obivous he was completely foreign to cold weather.

“Yes Ice Hockey...the horror” he joked again. “I'm from Ottawa...that's in Canada” he added, Americans had a tendency in his experience to be ignorant to their Neighbours geography despite the fact that he'd had to spent the entire 7th and 10th grade memorizing their states and capitals, the amount of times he said Ottawa and got a blank look from people still astounded him, it was the fucking capital city for christ sake. “But I play out of Minnesota currently” he admitted and shrugged gently at the next question.

“I play cause I love it... and I'm good at it and it pays a ridiculous amount of money” course in the long run, unless he had a career like Brodeur or Alfredsson and played until he was 40 his career would be short lived which meant his million dollar salary would vanish when he retired, which was averaged around 34 especially for players in his position. He needed more savings than anything else, but luckily despite his income he lived relatively modestly so he figured he would end up being fine. Besides he could always just retire to a warm team and play willy nilly for a while like all the great players did to wind down their careers.

“we're here on Vacation, got knocked out of the second round playoffs so I've got time off now til training season starts in August, heard the temperature is pretty consistent out here, not sweltering humidity and ridiculous amounts of bugs like back home.

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

And here he thought that celebrities gave their children weird names, “It’s a nickname. Short for Messier, besides if anybody gives her grief I think we both see she’ll know perfectly well how to defend herself.” the other stated. Well, nobody could argue about that, “Yeah…although if she punches somebody in the face, doesn’t that mean your parenting skills will be questions?” Ronan asked now. He tended to stick out of trouble when he could, so his principle office time outs have been rather nonexistent. He didn’t even know what kind of name Messier was but figured he wouldn’t even bothered questioning it since he didn’t even want to find out if she could fully understand the language of adults. All what he needed was another punch to the bicep since Ronan found himself rather certain that the first one was already bruising. Just thinking about it made his hand automatically reach his bicep again now and rub it, as if still remembering the crack to his skin. Funny, during the full moon he could rip anybody to shreds, that is if he really wanted to, but during the day he was a pretty big wuss. Not that Ronan really minded too much, using werewolf abilities was cheating anyways unless caused by blackouts. Then he couldn’t even control that.

Somehow, he should have seen the next comment coming, “And here I thought beach volleyball was a girls sport. But if you want to jump around in the sand in your bathing suit who am I to say anything?” Dastan asked in a joking tone. A sigh escaped Ronan; somehow he couldn’t believe the situation that he had gotten himself into: Wiping out on some child’s sand castle only to have her father shooting jokes in his direction like they were brothers. Obnoxious brothers, “Hey, it’s in the Summer Olympics. And I get wonderful cheerleaders during my games,” Ronan said with a grin now. He bet hockey players didn’t get cheerleaders, just beer guzzling fans. Or so that is how he imagined it for the sake of his sport being wayyy color that this guy’s, “Yes Ice Hockey…the horror.” The sheer mention of it caused a mild shiver to run down Ronan’s spine, purely because of the very idea of having to play in something so…well, cold, “I’m from Ottawa…that’s in Canada. But I play out of Minnesota currently.” He actually shot Dastan a look for that Canada comment, knowing fully well where it came from, “I know Ottawa’s in the Northern Lands. My dad’s from…uh…St. Johns? In Newfoundland.”

Something told him that he might have just massacred that last part, but he didn’t care since it meant he just took a bite out of Dastan’s jest which felt like somewhat of a triumph for the teenager. Not that he would ever admit to such a thing, but he was beaming on the inside currently. It wasn’t’ too long though he saw inside the mind of a signed athlete, “I play cause I love it…and I’m good at it and it pays a ridiculous amount of money.” Ronan rolled his eyes, funny, he would have called that romantic if it hadn’t been for the last two reasons as to why he would even bother playing ice hockey. Although, he wouldn’t lie, he could see where the money would come in handy, “You should have just left it at ‘I love it’.” Funny, that reminded him of a song. Regardless, if the man played out with Minnesota, he clearly was a tourist. No wonder he ran over their sand castle. They were outsiders to the beach! “We’re here on vacation, got knocked out of the second round of playoffs so I’ve got time off now til training starts in August. Heard the temperature is pretty consistent out of here, not sweltering humidity and ridiculous amounts of bugs,” he explained now. Ronan just stared though, wondering if he should tell him to not lean up against certain palm trees because of said bugs, but then decided against it. The fondest memories are the lessons learned from experience. Funny how he said we though which made him wonder if there was a third party, “So…are you just a baby daddy or do you actually have some bombshell girlfriend milling about and just not socializing with you?

I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Dastan Riley|

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

"They can question my parenting skills all they want" he muttered though honestly it was a bit of an insecurity with him. Not that the kid could have known the fact that his daughter had just been dropped on him without warning without preparation and that he'd been trying to bpaly catch up with the whole Dad thing since then.

He laughed it was true beach volley ball was in the summer olympics he also knew that it was always under scrutiny for it too mostly because of what he'd just stated people generally watched it for the half naked athletes, or so the word went around. "Well call me when you've got a Gold medal to back that up kid then we'll talk" he said. Dastan...did have a Gold medal under his belt from the winter olympics so there was something to be said for that and he hoped to have another one coming up.

"Well good for you then" he said not entirely sure how he felt about his home country being referred to as 'The Northern Lands' but he figured the kid at least deserved credit for knowing what the hell he was even talking about. "Most people don't" he admitted with a shrug before he realized the kid had said his Dad was from St. John's.

"Ah yeah honestly I've never been to the east coast" he admitted. At least not the Canadian East Coast. He'd heard it was beautiful but they didn't have any NHL teams out there, Montreal was the furthest east he'd played in his home country and Quebec was just a walk over the bridge from his home city anyway. "Heard it's beautiful there though" He admitted. He'd seen the videos, the photos, the rolling green hills, the cliffs over looking the ocean blue definitely scenic. "So he's a Newfie, accent and all?" he asked. He'd never been there but he'd met enough Newfies to know it was hard to know what the hell they were talking about half the time. The accent wasn't even the difficult part, it was usually the slang that had him staring at them dumbfounded.

It went one of either two ways, they either looked at him like he was insane for not understanding (which was how it generally seemed to go), or they Angloed it up for him. They had a habit of saying things backwards or the long way around like they had all the time in the world to have you guess what they meant. Just last month he'd had a fan say 'whatyar after doing now?' which apparently meant 'what just happened'

He shuddered to think of the fact that he'd probably need a special dictionary to even visit there, though he'd heard St. John's was more city like now and that it was the country where he'd need most translation. " I don't even know how to respond to that question..."He admitted other than the fact that he did not have a bombshell girlfriend. "No it's just me and Mess her Mom..." he started and just shook his head. "It's a long story but it's just the two of us" he stated. He couldn't anything really about his ex-fling because he had no idea where she was, or why she'd dropped their daughter off on his doorstep, or worse why she'd never even told him in the first place. He supposed it was sort of better this way, she could have tried to extort him for child support while giving him no visiting rights to his own daughter, at least he now had full custody of Messier.

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

Wow, looks like he struck a nerve right there, “They can question my parenting skills all they want.” Talk about mumbling, if it weren’t for his wolf hearing, Ronan had a feeling that he wouldn’t had even caught the guy’s words. There told him something else though and Ronan couldn’t help but to grin a little, “Do I detect an insecurity in your voice?” He knew he shouldn’t smile but it was hard not to, the idea of anybody famous having insecurities seemed like such a foreign concept even though they were the ones ended up in rehab centers all the time. Still, Ronan just shrugged a little bit, “I doubt child services is coming for you any time soon. My mom survived two years without my dad, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.” Of course, that was him assuming that this guy had a significant other to help him take care of his daughter, you know, like a wife or a girlfriend, hell, even a nanny. Something along the lines of that. It was the other who seemed to be getting the last laugh in the overall conversation though, “Well call me when you've got a Gold medal to back that up kid then we'll talk.” His words caused Ronan to roll his eyes, “Fine then old man, I will. And you’ll be jealous since you and your winter gold medal won’t be able to hold up.”

Ronan couldn’t help but to grin though at the whole ‘good for you’ comment, mostly because he totally just threw the dumb American idea into the sand. Or at least, a little bit. He knew how uninformative most of them where, hell, he’d be one also if it wasn’t for his dad, the teenager knew that, “It’s okay. Neither have I really. I have yet to visit.” Of course, half of the time all what Ronan could think about was how cold it could be, even though he knew visitation would only happen during the summer. Something told him though it wouldn’t be happening since well, there could always be that awkward moment of running into his crazy half brother over there. Not to mention, he really couldn’t imagine leaving California and its beaches behind, even if it would have only been for a week or two. Not to mention, luscious greenery just didn’t compare to…well, whatever it was this could be considered, “So, he’s a Newfie, accent and all?” Dastan asked now, drawing him out of his thoughts, quickly nodding before replying, “Yeah, he is. Hard to understand at certain points, plus he comes with food recipes.” He was almost tempted to offer up a joke that he’d sell his father to him, but thought against it at the last moment, can’t just sell your dad to a random stranger after all. Plus, his mother would kill him.

Canada though was not the only puzzling conversation though and thanks to Ronan, he may have just struck the awkward goldmine without even trying to, “I don’t even know how to respond to that question…No, it’s just me and Mess, her Mom…It’s a long story but it’s just the two of us.” Blue eyes just stared at the other man for a moment, uncertain of what to say. Honestly, when he had asked the question, he was just waiting around for a simple answer: yes or no. Not any of these sharing moments, not that he really cared. His mouth twisted, as if trying to figure out something to say and yet he was falling quiet short, “Well, you could have just said yes or not.” He commented now, a grin soon breaking out on his lips, “But hey, no need to explain. I technically shouldn’t be alive so, we all have those awkward moments.” He knew he was the surprise that nobody had been expecting but that’s what happens when you get caught up in the moment and have unprotected sex. Totally wasn’t his fault that his parents were beyond being logical that night, “But man, you just don’t know how to work it. Chicks totally dig single fathers you know. You get extra points if you’re a widower. I’m telling you, you can get a girlfriend in no time, bombshell or otherwise.” He took a moment break in his sand castle building now, scanning the beach, “I personally like blondes, fake or natural, doesn’t matter.”

I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Dastan Riley|

[DASTAN GERARD RILEY]

"well by that point I'll have more than one so we'll see" he stated in regards to Gold Medals, cocky maybe but in his mind it was true and he was all about visualization, seeing what you wanted and getting it. It worked with most things in his life, just unfortunately not always. "Recipes and all?" he laughed thinking about home actually for the first time in a long time made him a little sad, Ottawa was not exactly pretty but driving cross to Gatineau beach was close and beautiful, the trees, the hills, the shimmering lake where the water looked deceivingly blue, he'd only been there once or twice with school trips but somehow he still missed it. "You should visit... I mean since you're so adverse to cold I'd recommend July or August obviously" he stated "but it's beautiful" he said thoughtfully most of it at least "Saskatchewan is pretty boring... mostly flat nothingness but the west and east coast are wicked" he pointed out.

"Surprised your Dad's never taken you if he's from there" it wasn't really like it was that far away, he'd had friends who drove across the boarder every other weekend for shopping or a sports tournament. His own team had gone to Minneapolis, Buffalo, Grandforks several times through out the year for games. He figured California was a little further than that. "How'd he end up here?" he asked it seemed like a weird transition Newfoundland to California, lush green, cool island temperatures for sun, sand and surf.

"I don't really like to 'use' things to my advantage" he stated simply about girls being into single Dads or whatever, he already knew that was true, taking Messier out for a walk by himself was better than any bar. He usually ended up with a lot of numbers before he even realized that he had them. He wasn't however that interested in random hook-ups or other girls for that matter, he was trying to focus most of his attention on his daughter and well, there was another woman occupying his mind, even if he tried to deny it. "And whoa what's this I shouldn't even be alive stuff?" he asked that seemed like a random thing to say in passing. Disease or something maybe? Near death accident? Normally he wouldn't pry but it had caught his attention.

"Uhh yeah I guess me too" he said thoughtfully about being into blondes. He had never really given it a lot of thought but it made sense now, Lia had been blonde, Messier's mother and well... one particular girl was on his mind lately no matter how much he seemed to try and forget about her, Evanna was definitely blonde. Clearly he had a type and he had never even realised it, it was food for thought at least.

[RONAN DAIRE MONROE]

-Ronan Monroe-



I'm not BITTER anymore

I'm SYRUPY sweet

Honestly, Ronan thought that would be the end of the argument but then somebody just had to get cocky, “Well, by that point I’ll have more than one so we’ll see.” The statement caused him to roll his eyes in typical teenage attitude, “You Canadians and your hockey. Never count out an underdog, they pull the best moves in the end.” Hell, they had plenty of movies to prove that as well. Speaking of Canadians though, Dastan seemed to be laughing at his description of his dad, “Recipes and all?” Ronan nodded his head, feeling as if there were no other way to truly add onto that with words. His dad was weird some times, but what the hell, he still loved him all the same. Not to mention, he knew well enough that his parents probably deserved some medals of their own for putting up with him and his over abundance of energy sometimes, “You should visit…I mean since you’re so adverse to cold I’d recommend July or August obviousally, but it’s beautiful.” His blue gaze eyed the other for a moment, he just had to throw in that cold weather dig, didn’t he? “Of course you say it’s beautiful, you’re from there,” the young male replied now.

Then came the afterthought, “Surprised your Dad’s never taken you if he’s from there.” An honest thought, although Ronan already knew most of it. There were still people there that his father didn’t want to run in, well, his other son plus the whole hunter thing. Too many bad memories lingered there for his father, and clearly, the idea of going somewhere cold still bothered the teenager, “I mean…we are in California,” he replied now, figuring that it would be as good enough as an excuse as any. It was far away, plus his parents were moderate when it came to expenses. They sorta just drifted on through life even though their house was nicer than most. Dastan’s next question seemed to snap him out of his thoughts, “How’d he end up here?” Somebody was curious indeed, although Ronan knew he wasn’t a threat, the man had a child plus well, he was a werewolf too, that much he could sense about the other man. Although Logan was a werewolf too and his father had never made him out to be stable, “He’s here because of my mom.” Honestly, he was pretty certain that’s how most relationships word, one always gave up their home for the other’s.

The conversation took a slight turn though but that had mostly been Ronan’s doing, but it seemed like his new found beach pal had a different outlook on life, “I don’t really like to ‘use’ things to my advantage.” Well, somebody was a noble, that was a first. Then again, it’s not like he was from California or anything. Still, the young male couldn’t help but to stare at him curiously, “Never?” Maybe it was because he was a dad, that was usually the major change for most people, becoming a parent and everything. Ronan hoped that was never him, getting a kid unrepentantly. He didn’t need to end up on MTV any time soon with some crazy girl. “And whoa, what’s this ‘I shouldn’t even be alive’ stuff?” he inquired now. The question made laughter escape Ronan now as his blue eyes glanced over at the other man, already seeing the most wildest of thoughts fly before his eyes, “It’s not as dramatic as your making it your head. Uh…I’m an affair baby…my mom was the other woman. You know…people usually don’t want that happening and such, my mom was technically a single parent before my dad came back into the picture two years later.” God, now he sounded all boring. Oh well, Ronan still knew that not very many people could say that, as awkward as it sounded.

Hopefully the conversation would stay on this for long though, god, it was kinda embarrassing the more he thought about it. It would be really awkward if Dastan ever met his parents…wait, what? No, of course that wouldn’t happen, you don’t take grown men and NHL players home to your parents. Still, there was something almost of a connection there and not in the love way, that would just be weird and illegal on so many levels, “Uhhh, yeah I guess me too.” Thank god for the man interrupting his thoughts again, he seemed to have an impeccable timing with it. Although, his answer was less than stellar and the young male rolled his eyes, “You can’t just be like ‘I guess I like blondes’. That’s like, a half assed answer man. You either like them or you don’t, it’s very simple mathematics, I mean, if you say that you guess you kinda like cheeseburgers, people are going to look at you and then not give you cheeseburgers cause you didn’t sell them on it.” Okay, he might have digressed a little there but he felt like it still translated more or less, “Or are you saying that cause there is a girl involved and you just don’t know if you like her? Sexually or not.”

I'll ROT your teeth down to the core

If I'm really HAPPY

NOTES: |None.|
MUSIC: |I'm Not Angry Anymore - Paramore|
TAGS: |Dastan Riley|