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❝always hard to see passed the surface, when it looks so perfect but our eyes will disguise dirt on purpose, you listening?❞

[xessicah-deactivated20160409]

“Shit, really? I heard about that show, from magazines and the radio and stuff while I was moving around, but I never got a chance to watch it — do you think I can sue? Because they clearly ripped off my life? Except for the earmuffs part, but I can totally play that up. And the rich part… okay, do you think I can claim money in a fraudulent way?” Jess laughed at her elaborate story, shaking her head lightly as blonde curls fell down around her face. Taking a moment to brush them back again, she moved her arms to fold them across her chest, nodding her head as she listened to him continue. “Well… that’s some… interesting advice. I’ll be sure to get right on that… pregnancy train. Is that what you two plan to do here? Is that too personal to ask?”

[davenportryan-blog]

“You can totally sue,” Ryan laughed at the thought, “And if you wanna make extra bank just wear ear muffs and act like you’ve worn them your whole life, and basically the show just ripped off your persona.” He nodded smiling as she laughed and humming some as she asked if he and Fox were working on getting pregnant. He scrunched his face up some at the idea, head shaing. Kids were the last thing they needed right now, but the thought of Fox plump from carrying his child wasn’t something he didn’t think of from time to time, but just not now. “We’re just here until we can get money again,” He explained shrugging some and unable to not look a little upset, “We uh, we come from very rich families and they cut us off… so its really different, and god knows what would happen if I knocked Fox up.. She’d kill me.”

[calsthunder-deactivated20160625]

Oliver had spotted the pair of legs sticking out from underneath a truck all the way down the dirt road, and had immediately headed toward them. He’d thought it would be easier to find a mechanic in this part of the park, and had been right. As he approached the truck, a man slid out from underneath, covered in grease and sweat. The man stood up, and Oliver cocked one eyebrow for a second at his height. He was tall, taller than Oli even. And despite all the grime, he was gorgeous. When he lifted up his shirt to wipe his face, Oliver smirked. 

“Yeah, actually,” he replied to the man’s enquiry. “My parents’ truck has seen some better days. They insist there’s nothing wrong with it but the thing groans like a banshee whenever it starts up. Could you take a look?”

[davenportryan-blog]

Another job, good. Ryan smiled as he explained what was wrong with his parents' car laughing some at the details of it all and nodding his head, "Yeah sure man." He agreed quickly, turning to reach for the rod that held the hood up so he could lower it down, "I'm all finished here for the day, this thing is a piece of shit but the owner just doesn't wanna give up on it." He explained smiling over at him before reaching down to gather up his tools.  Just by the other guy's description of the truck he had a good idea what was wrong with it, which made this hopefully an easy fix that could get him money for that day, Fox was starting to to get anxious without the constant reassurance of money coming in and he really needed something to show her to help her feel more at ease.

"I'm Ryan by the way," He remembered that it's always best to introduce yourself to your customers, tugging his tool bag up over his shoulder and holding out a hand, before realizing it was still covered in grease, so he curled his fingers in to create a fist for him to bump instead and laughing some, "Mind the fact I look like shit, but where we heading? Once I see the truck I'll be able to come up with the expenses for getting it fixed."

[davenportryan-blog]

It felt like all he did lately was work. Wake up, fix the microwave that Fox broke, shower and find out the pipe was busted, spend a good twenty minutes learning how to fix a busted pipe on youtube, then work on fixing it, get dressed and finally felt like he had a minute to breathe but nope, Fox was screaming in the kitchen sitting on the counter because of a stray mouse running across the floor. Ryan was exhausted, mentally, physically, emotionally, if he could just pass out and never wake up again he’d be thankful, but he couldn’t do that. He sighed as he sat up after pulling himself out from underneath the old worn down truck. He was actually working now, making his money by fixing his neighbors vehicles, the only thing he knew how to do to make money. As he was wiping off the grease from his hands in an already dirty rag he heard the sound of approaching feet, glancing behind him and looking up the figure, “Can I help you with something?” He asked as he stood up pulling the bottom of his shirt up to wipe the sweat from his face and looking over at them again, “I’m really only helpful if it’s car problems though, i’m still working on knowing how to be a real handy-man.”

[callidimonstri-blog]

She looked at the cut and nodded. “Can I come inside? This needs to be washed, it’s easier for someone else to do it.” Cassie shrugged. “I could help, I mean.”

[davenportryan-blog]

"Yeah you can come in," Ryan said smiling over at her, "It means alot really, I'm not sure where my wife has run off to so i'm kind of on my own until she gets back." He laughed sheepishly, walking in the direction of his trailer, "It's kind of messy... We uh, we've been busy."

[jacobwildenmems-blog]

Jacob looked over to where the blond was pointing, spotting the slightly beat up trailer and nodding some. “Thanks man,” he murmured, noting the trailer beside them. “Old Man Riley huh? Word of advice, don’t let on that you’re hungover around him. He just becomes more of a dick,” he warns, using his hand to block the rays of sun and prevent an even bigger headache. “I’m Jake by the way. You were at the rave last night yeah? You going today?”

[davenportryan-blog]

“Old Man Riley yeah,” Ryan chuckled his eyes rolling some as he looked towards the elderly mans trailer, “He uh, he hit me with his cane the other day, cause I stepped on a fucking dandelion in his yard.” He grumbled looking back at Jake when he introduced himself, offering up a big smile as he nods, “Ryan, and yeah I think so. Fox has been eating it up, it’s been awhile since we actually got to party.” Ryan held the door open for Jake, letting the guy walk in before he shut the door behind them, “Feel free to close the blinds if you want man, you want vodka? Whiskey? I think we have some fucking wine coolers if that’s the shit you're into.” He teased as he walked into the kitchen.

[jacobwildenmems-blog]

“Look, I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be a dick, but if you can talk more quietly that would be ideal. Or you could help me out here and get me a shot of anything you got in your booze stash to help out this hangover.”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan laughed a little looking the guy with an obvious hangover before shaking his head some, "I get it man it's cool," The blond spoke softly tossing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his trailer, "My wife's got a pretty good collection of expensive shit we had before we uh, moved here." He muttered some, thinking back to the nights they spent in Vegas after their wedding, "I'm sure she won't mind if I share."

[awfulenergy]

[pantheoi-deactivated20200217]

“Oh, good.” She smiled. “I thought it was the result of a mob hit or something. Not that I can think of any reason why that would happen around here. Still,” she continued, as she poured drinks for the both of them, “sort of secluded, isn’t it? It could definitely work. You should stay away from metal, dude. That shit is hazardous. I totally have a scar on my knee ‘cause I fell on some when I was five. And it’s huge.” This was a lie. The scar was unimpressive. 

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan laughed lightly at her original assumption, "The mafia yeah, they're going around just slicing the right hands of everyone that wronged them, it's how they keep track of all the people they have t come back alter and kill." Ryan gave a firm nod watching as Jasmine poured them drinks, his head tilting some, "Yeah? Let me see that badass scar then, we can compare, I bet I win though, this is gonna be pretty ugly once it's all healed up." He muttered holding his hand out to take the glass once she was done pouring it, "But I can't really stay away from metal to much, I'm a mechanic so... metal is a pretty daily thing in my life."

[foxdavenport-blog]

“Yeah well some people don’t give a shit, he’s one of them,” she murmurs as she sets the bags down on the counter beside him to go look for the first aid kit. Retrieving it from the the cupboard under the sink and walking back over to her husband, Fox sat the box down against where he was leaning on the counter, taking his hand as he held it out to her. She tries hard not to roll her eyes when he mentioned the food, saying she didn’t have to buy any because they already had some at home. “Yeah, and it’s uncooked,” she mutters, feeling his free hand brush through her hair after he pulled off the beanie while she wiped the drying blood from his hand with some paper towels. She goes about fixing up his hand, getting it cleaned and bandaged up nicely before she pulls back to reach for the bag of food. “Plus this is quick and cheap, it’s not like I went down to Red Lobster and ordered the most expensive thing on the menu,” she muttered, aware her tone was a little sharp and sighing some, looking up at his chastised face.

Fox bit her lip, feeling bad for the tiny outburst. She knew Ryan was doing his best, and living off so little money was stressful. They could use every extra penny they had but it was a moment of weakness and a tiredness that she couldn’t quit explain. She was going to cook, she really was, but when she looked from the fridge to the stove, she was brought back to a time where she didn’t have to do these things and it made her chest tight. So she pulled the last few bills from her wallet for this week and went to splurge on some half assed fast food. She sighs though, leaning up to kiss him before taking the food to the table. “It’s just lunch okay? I’ll make dinner tonight.”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan bit his tongue as she explained why she had decided to get them food rather than make a few ham sandwiches in the kitchen. He knew it was hard for her, Fox was spoiled growing up... she had maids and she had cooks and she had nannies, she always had people who catered to what she needed and wanted but never had the experience of really taking care of herself or another person. Now she had to know how and she wasn't doing that well, not that she was horrible but she just.... she was struggling. He smiled some when she got defensive, his head shaking a little, "Red Lobster actually isn't that high class and you know that." He said lightly, tugging at her hair playfully before dropping his hand down to her arm, sliding it down to her hand.

"No yeah I know baby," He said softly, returning her kiss quickly and leaning off the counter to follow her over to the tiny table beside the window near their front door, pulling her chair out for her to sit, "As soon as I really get my foot into the door with this auto-shop we'll have alot more spending money." Ryan pushed her chair in once she was sitting, reaching for the drinks and handing her hers and placing the other one at his seat before going to the trash to toss the drink holder out, "I'll take you to the mall... I'm sure I'll have enough for you to go on a shopping spree at like, H & M or something." He knew he was reaching, giving her false hope that could possible land in just another fight, but he just wanted to keep her from giving up on this, on them. Ryan sat across from her at the table, pushing the little vase with the flowers he had bought her earlier that week out of the way so he could see her, offering a pretty smile as she hands him his food, "I love you okay? We'll get through this."

[xessicah-deactivated20160409]

Jessica’s lips formed a big grin when he spoke about Fox and their relationship. It was so cute. Any previous reservations she had about young love and marriage seemed to melt away after hearing his story. There was something so romantic about running away to get married, a Romeo and Juliet story, but with a happy ending — a better ending. “That is… adorable, I have no other words. At first, I was like… woah… married at this age, but look at your smile!” Jess beamed, gesturing to his face. “You’re so in love, it’s amazing.” The conversation took a sharp turn as he leaned forward to tap at her forehead, causing her to burst into a loud laugh. “Truthfully… Charles Manson probably would have been a better father.” Her eyes crossed slightly to look up at his finger against her forehead, her laughter slowly fading, followed by a small sigh. “Hell, maybe I could use that story and claim some kind of fame. I can see it now -” She paused to raise her hands as she displayed the headline. “Charles Manson’s adorable daughter finally speaks out. Amazing.” Shaking her head, she moved her arms back to her sides before gesturing over her shoulder towards her own trailer. “Five months is a lot longer than me, I haven’t even been here five days yet, but I’m excited. If everyone is as cool as you, I’m in for a treat, right? I wasn’t originally planning on staying too long, but who knows? What’s there to do around here, anyway?”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan was able to fight off the small amount of embarrassment he was feeling when Jessica started calling him out on his love for Fox, his smile getting bigger and the blush coming to his cheeks as he laughed, "Yeah, yeah okay." He rolled his eyes but couldn't stop smiling especially when she started to laugh about Charles Manson being her father again. He laughed at her news report headline his head nodding, "You can be like the girl in Scream Queens, it's uh, this show Foxy watches and the girl is the daughter of Charles Manson except she's disgustingly rich and she wears ear muffs." He laughed a little,  looking around the party some when she asked what there was to do around the park. He gestured around them shrugging some, "This is a special thing but there's alot of like trailer parties.... and then there's the lake... and there's working." He made a face head shaking, "Land yourself a guy get pregnant and have a family, that's the extent of what there is to do here."

[finnegone]

Despite the fact that it was the early hours of the morning, the rave was apparently still in full swing (judging by the deafening blare of Taylor Swift). Half an hour of drunken yelling the previous evening had been enough for Alfie to discern that he still hated parties just as much as he remembered; and he now sat against the side of his trailer, cigarette hanging from his lips as he chalked the Girl With a Pearl Earring onto the pavement. “If yer’ gonna’ try to offer me drugs, don’t bother,” the lad began with hostility as a shadow passed over his work. “Popping molly and gettin’ “randy” with some shitfaced lass is the last thing I want to do.”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan was just on his way home when he was stopped by the hostile voice, glancing down at the guy on all fours over a rather beautiful chalk drawing. He tilted his head deciding to take in the art before addressing the rude guy, "Well I don't have molly, or any other type of drugs to offer, and I'm also not looking to get randy buddy." He laughed moving out of the guys sunlight, "You gonna do a spin on that? Something to make Vermeer roll over in his grave for even thinking of?"

[judedempsey]

At the tall lad’s comment on the blood of whores, Addie couldn’t help but raise a sculpted brow, her lips pursing in irritation at the message between his words. Whilst he hadn’t outwardly called her promiscuous, the undercurrent of an accusation was certainly there – unless of course Adelaide was just being paranoid about her habits since settling at the trailer park. “Whether or not I enjoy sex more than the next person is for me to know, and you to dream about, grandpa,” the redhead countered, the line of her brow furrowing as her finger traced along the hem of his shirt collar. “I want Sex on The Beach. Get me a cocktail, and I’ll do you a pill for twenty-five. Or are you after something a little harder?” She could feel his breath on her neck, the sensation strangely arousing, though she knew it was wrong. He was married – perish the thought – but maybe that was some weird king of hers. Her ‘teacher phase’ had lasted far longer than she’d dare to admit, and was probably one of her prime reasons for not having a boyfriend in high school, aside from her lofty academic goals. Alternatively, perhaps she was just too drunk, too high, too intoxicated by her surroundings to think in a logical pattern, her mind in that dangerous place where al strange, handsome strangers became the object of her desire. “–Because I can do harder. I got a whole bunch’a tricks up my sleeve.”

[davenportryan-blog]

He could sense his words had gotten under her skin some, but he didn't let it get to him, if it had upset her he'd just do what he could to right his mistake but rather than chewing his ear off like most girls, she simply shot back a comment, calling him grandpa and making him laugh.  He couldn't contain the shiver that ran through his body at the feel of her finger barely brushing against his skin when she traced the collar of his shirt, and he smiled nervously reaching to brush her hand away gently before nodding, "A pill is fine," He said keeping his mouth close to her ear still before resting his hand on her back so he could push her towards the bar, clearing his throat some at her words and glancing down at her with a small smile, "The pill is fine." He repeats, sliding his hand to her waist before pushing her in the direction of the bar. He had no interest of being with anyone but Fox, but letting loose and getting high really was such a nice idea, so once they reached the bar Ryan pulled his wallet out, flashing his fake ID he had made when he went to Anderson prep still and ordering the girl her drink after handing over the money. As they waited for the bartender to fix the drink he glanced down at her, leaning down again to speak to her, "Have you seen a blue haired girl around here? My wife. She'll probably want to go on a trip too, i think I can afford to get an extra."

[callidimonstri-blog]

Cassie had been sitting on the front steps of her trailer for a little bit, reading, but had looked up when she heard him curse. Cassie nodded and walked inside for a second, grabbing a first aid kit and bringing it over. “You think you need stitches or something?”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan thanked the girl softly when she came over with a first aid kit, his head shaking some at the idea of stitches, "No... No I don't think so? I've never actually had stitches before so I don't know how deep of a cut requires stitches."

[davenportryan-blog]

imessage: open

Addie: God You Are Such A Pervert

Addie: Plese do not tell your life

Addie: *wife

Ryan: I didnt know they were gonna be naked photos of you so that's on you not me.

Ryan: see if I don't tell her then she'll expect something is going on and I dont want that so ima just show her your nudes okay?

[davenportryan-blog]

imessage: open

Addie:[Image sent]

Addie: OH MY GFOD

Addie: WRONG NUMBRO PLEASE DON T OPEN THAT

Ryan: This is very not okay jsyk

Ryan: but lucky guy who ever was meant to get them?

[pantheoi-deactivated20200217]

Jasmine, in her dismay, thought for a moment he might be referring to a flu shot and shook her head. Then she stared blankly at the wall, nodded slowly, and went to fetch the drinks. And the glasses. Because she wasn’t a barbarian. “So, how’s it going?” She asked as she placed cheap whiskey on the table. “Not dead yet, I take it? How’d you even get that? Uh, not that it’s any of my business. Never mind.”

[davenportryan-blog]

Ryan glanced up when Jasmine returned in front of him a bottle of whiskey in hand as well as two glasses. "Oh no it's fine," He laughed some when she asked how he was his shoulder shrugging as he straightened up the messy bandaging around his hand, "I was trying to get the sliding on my trailer to lay flat, and I just move my hand the wrong way and sliced it on the metal." He explained, holding his hand to wiggle his fingers, "But everything is in tact, I just didn't have a first aid kit to help myself out."

[davenportryan-blog]

omgsh so i realize i never really introduced my baby ryan so ima do that now.

ryan is eighteen and he’s been at the park for a little over five months now.

he eloped with fox when they turned eighteen and the two of them ran away together and ended up here in the park.

they’re both from super rich families that cut them off when they ran away cause neither of their families approved of their relationship.

ryan is a sarcastic little shit but he’s super friendly and helpful.

he’s adjusting to his new life a lot easier than fox is, he does odd jobs here and there to make money and he’s also a mechanic.

he’s super protective of fox and pretty much anyone he starts to care about.

annnd that’s all i have so far so if you wanna plot just hmu!