r , bradford

(archived RP account)

[chef-vince-deactivated20160502]

“No don’teatthatdon’teatthatdon’teatthat!!!” But his warning was too late as they took a bite of the pepper. “Oh no… that’s a ghost pepper,” Vince said to his taste-tester, where he was making up a spicy Southwestern dish for them to try. “It’s only… the hottest pepper in existence!” He quickly poured a glass of milk and put it in front of them. 

[rhbradford]

Ryan quickly dropped the rest of the pepper in her hand , eyes popping wide . “Why would you put this in here !?” She shouted , before yanking the glass of milk and guzzling it down. Her mouth was on fire , little licks of flames scorching her tongue. She’d seen the ghost pepper challenges in the media , her brothers had done it once during Thanksgiving. She’d thought it was the studiest thing ever, because why would you purposely inflict such horrors on yourself? And now, ironically, she stood – horror intact. “Oh my god, I need more.” She gasped, shoving the empty glass of milk in his face.

[kxlehenderson-blog]

With the bachelor auction on the following week, Kyle hadn’t gone to a fight in days. After all, he could not show up at the gala with a bruise on his face–– or anywhere else, for that matter… The lack of a way to work off his anger was killing him and it seemed as if the whole universe was conspiring to do so too. He was far beyond just stressed out. He was near the point of snapping at anyone that was slightly annoying to him. So, when he was about to head home from work, he decided to take the long way home and go on foot instead of in his car. Perhaps the cold breeze would allow him to clear his mind. Upon walking, he noticed a familiar face in the distance. Ryan. Slowly, he made his way toward her, not making any sounds. That was, until he noticed a drunken man grab her fiercely by the arms…

Most people would justify their actions by saying that had been the result of a rush of adrenaline or just some reckless attempt at finding a bit of adventure. Kyle, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing and he knew for a fact that he could beat the guy with just a few punches, which was what he did. First, he pulled the man away from her, then his fist went straight to the man’s face and to his stomach, which lead him to fall to the ground with his eyes shut and moans of pain drooling over from his mouth.

[rhbradford]

It had all happened so quickly. One moment she was prepared to fight her attacker off if she had to, and the next –– well, he was no longer on her. Instead, he was flying further away from her, pulled by a familiar face, that even with her slight buzz she recognized. “Kyle?” Her brain took a moment to catch up to what was going on, but her eyes saw it all. She saw the way Kyle’s fist met the man’s face with a sounding crack. Then his stomach, –– The ribs, –– which explained why the man soon toppled over onto the floor. Seeing the anger seething in Kyle’s eyes, Ryan didn’t have to be a genius to realize he was no where near stopping. “K––Kyle!!” This time she yelled his name, stepping forward hesitantly, her arm aching with the bruise she was sure would have form by tomorrow. 

Unsure whether or not she should touch him in his state, she only stepped in front of him, making sure to block his view. “Kyle, Stop, you’ll kill him!!” Glancing around, Ryan wanted to get Kyle away before someone saw him. They weren’t too far from the bar, and Ryan knew all too well that cops would cuff him first before hearing his side of the story. “C’mon..” She pleaded, meeting his eyes, hoping and praying he would listen.

[thelucas-harrington]

Lucas looked up as he heard the woman cry out, frowning deeply as he recognized Ryan. He set his wine glass down calmly, made his way over to the man, and grabbed his arm. “Sir,” he said politely, “if you don’t let go of this young woman precisely at this moment, my friend over there–” He paused to gesture at the rather burly man sitting at a nearby table, one of his bodyguards. “–will be more than happy to remove you from this bar. I can’t promise that he’ll do so gently – in fact, I can’t promise that I won’t specifically ask him not to do so gently. If there is even one bruise on her skin, I will personally make sure you are behind bars for assault. Are we clear?” The man glared at him hatefully, swaying like a stalk of wheat in the wind, but let go and stormed out of the bar. Lucas turned his attention to Ryan. “Are you alright?”

[rhbradford]

Ryan could do nothing but watch as Lucas gripped the man’s arm, speaking quietly into his ear with a voice that was far from pleasant. She could feel the man’s nails begin to dig into her skin through her shirt, but she grit her teeth, embarrassed enough to have caused a scene as it was in front of Lucas. She’d felt weak under his gaze, and she found herself looking down, just as the man released her arm roughly, and stalked off. Her eyes remained on the ground, the spirals in the glazed wood gaining her full attention as Lucas addressed her. “ –– I’m fine.” She placed her hand on her arm, and then heaved in a breath, glancing in the direction the man had left. "Comes with the job, I guess... Thank you.”

[laurelxmoore-deactivated2016052]

Laurel sat alone at a small table in the cafe, attempting to take notes on a lecture she was going over but it had quicky transitioned into some doodling. The cafe was pretty crowded and she noticed someone standing near her who seemed to be scanning the room for an empty seat. “Do you need a place to sit?” She asked after she cleared her throat.

[rhbradford]

Glancing to the side, Ryan caught sight of the girl, realizing quickly she was speaking to her. “Oh, uhm ––” Taking one final look around the cafè, she gave a quick nod. “That would be great, thanks...” Taking a seat beside the girl, she tucked some hair behind her ear. “Sorry about this, I won’t be here long. I’m just here for a coffee.”

[finnhthurssel-deactivated201602]

Sitting on a bench near Mount Royal, Finn absent-mindedly continued to play whatever tune he had in his head. With band practice being finished not so long ago, Finn was now only avoiding going back home. He hadn’t realized he left his guitar case opened, until someone dropped a dollar bill in it. Noticing this, he stopped strumming on his guitar, calling out to the person: “I, uhm, I’m not a street performer,” Even though he did look like one. He reached for the dollar bill and handed it back. “Here.”

[rhbradford]

Ryan turned at the familiar sound of an ‘excuse me’, stopping once her eyes landed on the guitarist she’d just tipped. Back home in Texas, street performers were something she constantly came across. After all, everyone always wanted to be the next big country star. So it must have been instinct when she stopped to drop the dollar in. But for some odd reason he didn’t want it. Realizing her mistake, she pressed her lips together. “Oh, –– well, keep it anyways. Think of it as my ... good luck or somethin’. You’ve got talent.” 

[rhbradford]

“Hey––” In all of her years of being a young ADA, there were a couple of death threats. Of course all of them fell flat when she had legal documents in her hands that confirmed the person would be behind bars, to a length that they’d never fulfill those acts. But tonight that had appeared to go differently. Because tonight, she’d been at the bar after work, and someone had noticed her. No, not the person behind bars –– his brother, and Ryan could tell automatically that he wasn’t there to congratulate her on winning her first case in Montreal. So, she’d downed the rest of her drink, gathered her things, and subtly made her way out of the bar, in the hopes to find a cab and go home. That didn’t happen, –– instead, she found herself face to face with the drunken guy, spitting anger and disgust onto her rouge painted cheeks. “Get off of me!!”

[rhbradford]

a masterlist of prompts and sentence starters

[ SEND A SYMBOL FOR A DRABBLE ABOUT OUR MUSES ]

☂: our muses get caught in the rain outside without an umbrella

★: our muses stargaze together

✈: your muse is going away for a time and says goodbye to my muse or vice versa

❤: one of our muses says the first "i love you" to the other

✿: your muse asks my muse to dance with them or vice versa

☤: my muse visits your muse at the hospital

☢: your muse tells my muse that they need to break up

☯: our muses have their first kiss

❅: our muses have a snowball fight

☠: my muse visits your muse's grave

▲: how our muses first met

➳: how one of our muses asked the other on a first date

✌: our muses' wedding

⌚: my muse proposes to your muse or vice versa

[ SEND ONE OF THE FOLLOWING SENTENCES FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

"Please don't leave me."

"I don't want to lose you, okay?"

"Because I love you!"

"And I thought I could trust you."

"I can't believe you forgot."

"What did you do this time?"

"We're going to get caught!"

"Kiss me."

"I'm sorry, I screwed up."

"I might be drunk."

"You look beautiful."

"That smirk is annoyingly hard to ignore."

"Stop staring at me!"

"Please go away, you can't see me like this."

"Come on, dance with me."

"I need you. I need us."

"You can't just lead me on like that!"

"I can't do this anymore."

"Oh, I'm nothing special."

"Just don't forget me, okay?"

"You have to let me go."

"We'll get through this together."

"You're not alone, you know."

"Shut up! I hate you!"

"I wish this could last forever."

"Maybe I was right in thinking that I should never have even fallen in love with you."

"What would the world be like without you?"

"Why do you like me so much?"

"Are you okay?"

"Shit, what did I do?"

[ SEND A TEXT FOR MY MUSE'S RESPONSE ]

[text]: Fuck you.

[text]: Where are you?

[text]: I'm sick.

[text]: I love you.

[text]: I wish I could be with you right now.

[text]: I'm at your door.

[text]: Is that all you care about?

[text]: Please stop talking about her/him.

[text]: Just come over, watch a movie, and cuddle with me.

[text]: Don't even start.

[text]: Is that all I am to you?

[text]: Help me.

[text]: Wait, what happened?

[text]: I can't go to sleep because you're on my mind.

[text]: I miss you.

[text]: Good night.

[text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you.

[text]: Tell me you didn't forget.

[text]: I've had such a bad day.

[text]: Don't talk to me ever again.

[text]: I have nothing if I don't have you.

[text]: After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.

[text]: Breaking up over a text? You've stooped that low?

[text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?

[text]: Sometimes I worry that you won't know how much I love you.

[rhbradford]

Just a PSA that if your character falls under any of these categories, they would probably know Ryan longer then the time she’s been in montreal ––

Law ;  Ryan would have met you during her visit to Montreal for her interview to be Assistant District Attorney. She had gone out to dinner with a few people from the following branches and therefore probably has met you. So far I know she knows Lucas and Layne Harrington.

Lawyer

Cop

Detective

Government

other assumed connections

Texas ; If any character has either visited Texas, or lived in Texas prior to Montreal, they probably know Ryan seeing as she’s lived there here entire life up until now.

assumed connections.

New York ; Ryan went to Colombia Law School in New York City, where she studied for 7 years. Meaning, if any of your characters are from New York , or visited New York a lot, you also probably know Ryan some way or another.

assumed connections

I just wanted to make this post because while Ryan is very new to Montreal, that doesn’t mean she’s a complete stranger to every person she cross path’s with. If your character doesn’t fall under the categories above, then yes, that probably means they haven’t crossed paths yet. But Ryan has been in Montreal for a week, so she’s visited a few public places and therefore if you’d like to assume you’ve met her somewhere else that’s fine with me as well.

I just didn’t want all of my threads to be “hi nice to meet you” threads. Yano?

Okay, hope this helps. Still working on my connections page, but here’s something for now!

[joel-castillo]

“Yes, is this Mr. Connor Maxon? This is Sheila Haynes; I’m a nurse down at Montreal Hospital. Sir, your mother has been in an automobile accident. She is in the intensive care unit but she has now been stabilized  Is there any way you can come by the hospital to fill out some paperwork?” Connor’s face had frozen, his skin instantly growing more pale and clammy by the second. With his hand tightening around his cell phone, he carefully lowered himself into the nearest chair, completely unaware of what was happening around him. “My mother,” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

[rhbradford]

Ryan had never been one to listen to other people’s conversations. Okay, so that wasn’t true. She always, listened to other people’s conversations. But most of the time it was intentional. Most of the time she needed to listen to others to take notes, or gain information for a case, or to allow herself to be one step ahead of whoever was speaking. It was a rare occasion that she stopped to listen in on a complete stranger’s words, in a public place where she’d just been visiting for the prospect of visiting. But today was different. Because when sitting there, eating her lunch, and looking through her files, she had heard something. A voice –– a broken voice. Barely above a whisper, but she still heard it. Because she knew that sound. She knew that sound very well. The sound of loss –– The sound of receiving the news that someone you knew had passed on. She’d heard that sound many of times, in court, and –– a month ago in herself. The day she lost her brother was still fresh in her mind, and hearing the boy’s voice shake beside her, rang like a distant memory in her brain. So, no, she hadn’t meant to over hear. And no she hadn’t meant to continue listening after that, but to put it simply –– she did, and once she did, she found herself unable to stop. Remembering what she’d felt that day, the feeling of absolute helplessness, her heart ached for the boy, and she found herself standing and walking towards him without much sense to stop. “ ––...” She arrived speechless, and instead decided on standing, waiting for his call to end before speaking. “Everything okay?”

[itslayne-harrington-blog]

“Indeed I do! Waverly is the place to go. It has the best beer choices i’ve ever seen and I don’t even drink beer.”

[rhbradford]

“Waverly ––” Ryan typed the name into the GPS on her phone, finding that her cellular device was slowly becoming her saving grace. “Got it. Thank you.” Finally getting a good look at the girl, she squinted a bit before realizing who she was. “Oh! You’re Layne, right?? Lucas Harrington’s friend? –– I met you at his office the other day.. I’m Ryan? Ryan Bradford?”

[wesley-stevens]

“Yeah, it’s no problem at all.” he smiled before starting to head in the direction of Waverly. “So, where are you from?”

[rhbradford]

Ryan watched him walk ahead for a second, before realizing he was beginning to start the way. After that clicked, she hurriedly walked to catch up with him. “Thank you for this again, not many people would go through the trouble,” She smiled, and then upon his question, began to fiddle with the sleeve of her shirt. “Dallas –– Texas. What about you?? –– Is this going to be one of those moments where I quickly find out you’ve been a native here your entire life and that was a really dumb question for me to ask?”

[estellathorne-deactivated201902]

“Can’t say I do - beer isn’t my cup of tea. But if your skirt’s short enough, then the men at Muzique will go find your drink for you.”

[rhbradford]

The girl didn’t like beer, and she was implying that she should degrade herself for the prospect of getting a man’s attention. Hm, how do you pull off a poker face that says ‘i’m totally not judging you’ again? Ryan thought, and then tucked her lips inward. “ –– Thanks for the advice but uh, well , lifting my skirt isn’t really my cup of tea.”

[kxlehenderson-blog]

How lucky could he be? Kyle didn’t even believe in such a thing as luck. Yet, he was starting to reconsider the possibilities. She had spare shoes in her car, which was great. She wouldn’t have to walk around with her feet smelling–– and feeling weird. “There’s a hose, just outside that store…” His eyes went straight for it. “You can wash your feet there,” He accepted the fallen meat and bread with a nod, “Thank you.” A soft smile spread across his lips before he continued attempting to make up for the damage. “I’ll just put those in the car and then I’ll go help you out, okay? About the milk… I think the cats will eventually take care of it.”

[rhbradford]

He was suggesting for her to go on and hose herself down? Perhaps Montreal wasn’t that different from Texas. Laughing lightly, she pulled her bag further up her shoulder. “You’re the villian and the hero all in one package –– how do you manage that?” She joked, “Well good luck.” With that she was prepared to walk away, but his voice stopped her, and she found herself turning to face him. “ –– Oh, you,” Shaking her head, her curls shook around her face. “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure I can handle a hose.” She assured, placing her hand up, even though she could see the guilt in his icy blue eyes. 

[rhbradford]

‘ lawful dinner ° r + l

@thelucas-harrington

“Sorry, I’m late –– I got held up at the office..” Were the words that escaped Ryan’s lips as she stumbled into the Harrington household. She and Ryan had met a couple of days ago, he being a previous lawyer, had been stopping by the District Attorney’s office, when she was introduced as the girl who knew absolutely no one. Lucas, surprisingly, had invited her over for dinner. She was surprised to find such hospitality in such a big city, but nevertheless it had reminded her of home. So, she’d said yes. Being from a family of 5 children –– 4, now.. she was used to large houses, but never ones to this extravagance. “Oh.. holy cow, your house is really freakin’ nice. I would have dressed fancier –– I feel like an intruder.”

[emilyastor]

Coffee? I promise I didn’t do anything to it, I just ordered one too many when I was getting some for my family.. So now I have extras. It’s good, I promise!

[rhbradford]

“ –– Are you sure?? I really don’t want to take your money’s worth –– I mean, believe me, I’m not opposed to free coffee, but I just wanted to check.”

[princessemxlia]

“No, no, my goodness. That’s more than fine. Months ago, that was me, so I totally get it.” Emilia smiled, shrugging. “Where are you from originally, if you don’t mind me asking?” Emilia asked the red head. God, she was secretly jealous of her red curls. Emilia always wanted red hair like that, like Ariel from the Little Mermaid. 

[rhbradford]

“Oh cool, so I don’t sound too much like a lost puppy. Good to hear.” Ryan laughed lightly, dropping her hand back to her side. “ –– Oh, it’s no problem, talking about home is easy. I’m from Texas. Dallas, specifically. I lived in New York for a few years as well for school though..” Ryan never had been that good at adjusting, but she was learning, slowly. “But what about you –– Is the English accent a give away or..?”

[darcynixon]

“I was actually just heading out to this pretty good restaurant that has a more than decent bar, if you wanna join me.”

[rhbradford]

Ryan was either having really good luck, or people were just really nice in this town. “Oh, wow, that’d uh –– that’d be great. Food and alcohol. How could I say no.”