so absurd

yeah, i've been catching planes for the fun of it. then i've been watching fame turn to punishment. the weather's only sunny when i'm under it. then i haven't really changed, yeah i'm just confident. i'm just fucking lucky i was born with it. a hundred million people couldn't deal with this. i've been trying grow cause people kill for it. this mental pressure got me popping pills and shit, but i'm into it, i'm into it. say she wanna fuck me later, girl, i'm into it.

[chillryland-blog]

cagedxxbird:

Annabelle by now felt like she was going crazy. People were telling her that she couldn’t leave, that there was no way to get out. For the past hour, she’s been trying to break out, anything. Though nothing seemed to be working and she hated being confined. By now she found a random room, not sure who’s it is or what room it was, she had her back pressed against the corner with her knees hugged to her chest. This was crazy, absolutely insane. When she heard the door click up her blue eyes snapped to the person. “What? I’m fine.” She said in a squeaky, high pitched voice.  

“... you look fine,” Ryland responded, clearly with a sarcastic tone as he moved closer to him. He didn’t really want to interact with her, but he had found her in his own room, or the one he’d eventually claimed, so he didn’t have much of a choice. “It’s best to get your melt... downing out early, probably. It’s no use, but,” he shrugged, “maybe it’ll make you feel better. What do I know? You should ask someone else about it, the ones who’ve been here for decades.” He moved towards the bed, falling onto it and letting out a long, drawn out sigh. “My biggest annoyance at this very moment is that I made all that money, and now I can’t even waste it all away. Stupid.”

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dylankingston:

This is day number 23 of refusing to leave my room. I have some books that I might have borrowed from the library last night, and returned the ones I had borrowed beforehand. I do sneak out every night to grab something to eat, but besides that, I shall remain here. I tried everything I could think of to get out of his hell for the first month, and now I’ve given up hope. Maybe I should start socializing. Eh, maybe not. I am hungry again, however.

Dylan closed his notebook. He had been writing in it almost every day since he had gotten trapped, deciding that if he did die here, maybe somebody would find it and it’d be his last words. Then again, dying didn’t seem like it was happening, what with a lot of people having been trapped for decades and never aging. Fuck.

Dylan quietly snuck out of his room, trying not to alert anyone that he had finally left it again. He snuck down to the small kitchen, careful to tiptoe through the house. Maybe he could make a sandwich or something, and be back in his room before anyone realized he was there.

Barely a week inside the walls of that place, and Ryland was a pathetic, whiny mess. Unsurprising, considering his upbringing, and surrounding himself with strangers left him in an uncomfortable state of... well, he wasn’t quite as charming as he typically forced himself to be. When he was first stuck, he tried to avoid being too talkative, not wanting to give a bad impression if they did manage to get out. Now, however, he started to lose his will to care, sitting on the counter in the kitchen with the entire container of ice cream, his legs dangling off the side as he heard footsteps. He was unsure if it was real or another ghost, letting out a low sigh until he saw an actual face. He squinted at him for a moment, before shaking his head. “... are you new here? I don’t recognize you,” he muttered. “If you are, please don’t have your freak out moment with me. I don’t have the energy.”

[chillryland-blog]

Hi, this is Ryland! I haven’t made a bio yet, but there are a few things about him under the cut!

He’s a child actor. His fathers put him into commercials as a baby, and from then on he was in everything they could shove him in, mostly on childrens networks ( like Disney Channel, basically )

As he got older, he never really went through his ‘rebellious’ teen years. He always seemed like a good role model and did his best to stay that way. Once he left kids networks, he transferred to a lot of movies, but rarely ever the main face of the movie.

He isn’t SUPER well known. He’s more like the face you see in a movie and it bugs you trying to figure out what you know him from.... and it bugs him if you ask. He’s pretty conceited and likes to think a little more highly of himself than he should, wrongly expecting people to know his name.

As he reached his twenties, he started to realize he’d missed a lot of his childhood, and that’s when he started to fall into not so great crowds. he didn’t do anything terrible, but it was then he showed his more cocky, messy sides. Rumors after rumors of him being with tons of different people, leading to bad publicity and alongside that his constant partying didn’t help, and soon he was taking a small break from the screen.

He was talked into going to the house by a few of his friends. He’d always been pretty fearless before, but as soon as he got into the house and realized how real it all was, he began to panic - thus getting him away from his friends and forever stuck in the house.

He’s a spoiled boy. He’s always had money and people doing things for him, so though he doesn’t mean to be that way, it comes off a lot, and can be pretty annoying. but he’ll learn eventually. Hopefully.

That’s all the basics, so if you want to plot, just send me a message!