R R I - REHABILITATION & REINTEGRATION INITIATIVE

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Her room, morning

( for Revenge )

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Her room, late

( a rare glimpse of it )

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Her room, mid/late morning

( Because self-restraint only gets you so far. )

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Evening, her room

( Can you be kindred souls if you have no soul? )

Characters: Ryan and OPEN
Setting: Courtyard, around 2:30 p.m.

Ryan grabbed the football from his room, where he’d stashed it after he found it the other day. While he was completely comfortable with having his circle of acquaintances so far being female, he knew it would look odd in the long run, and besides, he couldn’t afford not to have male ‘friends’ in this place. So one of the best bonding things he knew of was football, which he’d played through high school. Team things weren’t his favorite, but he’d done it, and he’d fit in.

He headed down to the courtyard, wondering if any of the people who commented on his journal would show up. He tossed the ball up, letting it rotate and catching it again easily. He had been a decent sportsman. He headed over to one of the benches, waiting to see if anyone was going to join him for a pick up game of sorts.

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Cafeteria, Kitchen, her room, dinnertime
Warning: NSFW

( Rock my world, baby! )

Characters: Ryan and Susanna
Setting: Kitchen, around 11a.m. or so.
Warnings: Somewhat NSFW

Ryan dug around in the fridge. His hair was still wet from the shower, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. He liked to sleep in, though he woke to the disappointment that he’d missed biscuits and gravy. Well, there were still biscuits and gravy, but the gravy would have to be warmed up. But he could do the biscuits… with butter, and jam, maybe.

Or honey. Or all of the above, he thought, his stomach rumbling audibly. Among so many other things, he did miss his mother’s cooking. She’d often cooked for him even after he’d gone out on his own.

He took out the strawberry jelly and the butter, and he would look for the honey while the biscuits warmed up. He grabbed three to start with, halving them and putting butter between them. He grabbed some paper towels, wetting them and squeezing them so they were only damp before spreading them over the biscuits on the plate, humming quietly in anticipation.