Chasing the Sun [Ronan; Day 1]

The race towards the sun had already begun as soon as Severus had taken off.

None of them would beat Ronan at a silly race. Despite him believing he's more mature, he still wants to win this race. Not because he's invested into it, but this is part of the show. The show that the capitol would want. A test of skill, a test of trust, and a test of wit. He could navigate these lands better than anyone else would be able to. Confident in his ability to be in charge of himself and survive, even if he had to go at it alone.

The land around him has patches of grass and the looks of holes beginning to form, but he can see the sheriff's office in the distance still. Far enough away from the blood to feel less on edge, but close enough to still feel the lingering weight of fuckers still on his skin. Jessica Braun was going to fear him, he swore by it. Exover and them would leave them alone, he's sure of it. Berlin and them would back down at the sight of him. Ronan was positive that his show has already created a spectacle of everything. A smirk on his lips before he pushes a little faster until the sound of a package rings in his ears and the silver gleams at him.

Inside the package is armor to further protect himself from the others who will want to come for him and he'll be ready. A smile on his face until the sound of a chirp hits his ears. The perfect thing to create more mayhem among the dirt and grass and sand in this arena. Barren lands that would become his playground and no one else's.

The lasso whips in the air, once, twice, thrice, until he launches it at the word trying to catch the burrowing animal that now surfaced.

"Come to me, fucker!"