cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Ronin

welcome to the playground, follow me
tell me your nightmares and fantasies

Ronin can only hmmm ominously at that, because yes, wait and see. "Good ol' Jim Carrey," he says with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "You know, I heard a rumour that he got turned into a vampire when the world all went to shit? Him and... shit, what's his name - Adam Sandler." He doesn't know if it's true, but he really wants it to be. As for being in on The Remiman Show, Ronin raises his eyebrows.

"So does that make me your best friend or your girlfriend? And is Isla the other one?" he wants to know, strolling between stalls at a ratty but pleasant enough open air marketplace. Boutiques are clustered beyond it, and he's reasonably sure all of their shopping can be done here given that it's where he goes if he needs anything.

"Mm, me? I guess there are always things in the apocathery that I can use, so we could drop by there. And I think I need a new sweater. One of them seems to have bloodstains on it." With a sly grin, he pauses to admire a few trinkets - handmade out of pieces of wire and feathers. "But you should think about yourself, too. Get some clothes or a deck of cards or a plant." He shrugs.

sink into the wasteland underneath
stay for the night, I'll sell you a dream

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!