kill our way to heaven |ronan&rex|

A deadly spark is all it takes to piss him off.

A moment of just irrational anger that can pass through him in almost seconds. Moments where he can not control his hands, his feet, his body, and all he can do is watch himself spiral into the pit of his anger until everything is ripped from himself. Anger that goes unchecked by others, but he's got more control over himself. He can stop whenever he wants to. He can stop before he bleeds from his knuckles. He can stop before he smashes glass to pieces like his heart had been years ago.

Ronan was in control of himself, always has been and always will be.

"Pay attention, Ronan. We didn't teach you to be like that."

No one has the right to control him in this place and no one will. A silence fills him as he stares blankly across the room at tributes learning skills to live. Learning ways to kill. Learning ways to give up emotions and compete in death or life. Tributes wanting to not burn alive at the first moment of a deadly world. If only others could be like him, burnt already. A grimace pulls on his face as he watches Teddy Ursa move across the room into an elevator back to whatever the fuck her name was that comforted him.

Eyes catch Eleven on a sleeve, not that it matters too much, but he saw the name Rex. Rex, a cool name that had to belong to someone cool, but from the way this guy looks, Ronan was wrong. Ronan's arms crossed as he watched Eleven from the wall, glancing from Rex to trainers across the room. A silence filling his mind before he pushes off the wall gently stepping front of Rex with a blank stare before speaking.

"Huh. Thought you'd be bigger with a name like that."

Eyes glancing to Eleven's form before staring at his eyes.

"So Rex. You volunteered for a Rhodes. Got a game plan here? Or are you just a useless pawn for Harbinger to save his family?"