The man that's torn to shreds. He opens his mouth to speak, blinks a few more times, before his mouth clacks shut.
Is this his business? Probably not. Is this also the only guy he's seen for miles since he'd been dropped off? Yes.
"You... alright?"
So much for a convention.
There was supposed to be a convention in town- key word, supposed to. Unless Ryland had gotten the address wrong, but the taxi took him all the way here, and the only sign of civilization had been the bar, which, in hindsight, hadn't been very bright.
( OPEN . )
The train pulls into the depot. Exhausted from this wild goose chase, Court uses every last drop of energy to slide the train car door open. Blood spills from his lips as he kicks the two lifeless bodies out of the car and into the dry dirt. +
No service, no people, just a dead end town with nothing around- it's a miracle that taxi even brought him here in the first place.
When the front door to the bar wings open, the bell above rings, and Ryland peeks over at the new guest.
Immediately, he blinks at the man.
"how longs the drive, by the way?" his hands pause on the keyboard, and he looks to his phone, as if looking to driver himself. "should i, ah-" he stutters on his words, not.. quite thinking through the implications before starting his sentence, "..expect you tonight?"
"they did great!" he marks a few students wrong on the test in front of him, his confident tone faltering as he notices more mistakes than correct answers.
"..some of them. hey- science isn't for everyone, you know?"
astrology. driver hummed into the phone, feet shifting against the floorboard. he cast a brief glance down to the speedometer, checking all of the little gauges. he'd need gas in another seventy or so miles.
you say? er... boring? repetitive, i guess. don't get me wrong, i love teaching the same stuff every year, but i'd like some variety every now and then, you know?"
he sighs after his rambles, tapping his keyboard as he researches some current astrological phenomena.
✧ THIS IS A COLTLAND TWINS ACCOUNT, NOT A COLTLAND GENTRY ACCOUNT. COURT IS NOT INCLUDED IN THE BROTHERS, THEY ARE SEPARATE MEN WITH SEPARATE LIVES.
✧ I DO NOT SHIP INCEST. I DO NOT PARTICIPATE IN INCEST. FUCK OFF
✧ this is a canon-divergent, independent portrayal of RYLAND GRACE from PROJECT HAIL MARY. i often pull from both the movie and the book, so some information may align and others wont.
✧ soy <3
✧ 20s, he/they
✧ EST, usually busy
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