House of the Rising Sun

Ryder Thomas. If you need to know more than that, just ask

[drfairchild-deactivated20160611]

“Is that an invitation to go out? Because most people would say that there comes an age where people should stop doing it, I, however, like the sound of doing something just like that.”

[ryd-her]

Of course it is. I honestly think your age doesn’t matter unless you make it matter. But please, you are like 25. That’s not too old.

[ryd-her]

I honestly think I’m the only person down to party tonightaround here. 

[thomashaines-blog1]

I guess that makes sense. What do you talk about? Well, I thank you for the respect. I’ve had my fair share of run ins with people who didn’t. I’m a gym owner, actually.

[ryd-her]

Anything that comes to mind. But my show is more marketed to men, so you can only imagine. There are plenty of available men and women for me to get out here, I don’t need to chase after someone taken. You own a gym? Which one? I’ve been looking for a gym actually.

[sudaul]

[thomashaines-blog1]

That’s pretty cool, then. Do people recognize you often? I always assumed DJing was more recorded and stuff as opposed to people watching. Oh, uh, thanks. I’ve got good genes. But, yeah, taken. Just taken, though. One of the two.

[ryd-her]

Depends. Most of the time no. Not really. Radio is pretty live. The only thing that isn’t is the music. Hmm, well then that gives me a little hope. But out of respect I won’t say anything more about that. What do you do, Thomas?

[thomashaines-blog1]

Gotta have money spend in order to camp out. Oh, sick, really? That’s a pretty cool gig. Do people tell you you’ve got a radio voice often because of it? I’m Thomas. It’s nice to meet you, Ryder.

[ryd-her]

It is, way better than older one’s I’ve had. I actually don’t get told that. The only time people mention my vioce is when they recognize me.Thomas. That’s my last name. Nice to meet you. You have a really cute face. So I’m guessing you’re taken, gay or both? 

[thomashaines-blog1]

It’s frustrating as hell, but it’s true. That… is crazy. Though they’re probably the same people who go shopping on Black Friday and camp out in front of stores for huge game station releases. Station? What kind of station?

[ryd-her]

I don’t see the point honestly, but you’d never catch me camping out to spend my money. Oh, radio. I work over at 90.3. I’m a DJ, personality if you will. I’m Ryder. 

[thomashaines-blog1]

That is capitalism at it’s best, isn’t it? On the real, though. People are insane for paying that much for a football ticket. I don’t understand.

[ryd-her]

Well, capitalism is what makes the world go round. I can’t understand that or the people that camp out for days when they just play their cards right and get  a pretty good seat. I mean,  the station gave away like 10 tickets or something a few weeks ago

[rach-summers-blog]

“You dropped this!” Rachel hollered as she took off jogging in the person’s direction. In this moment, heels were not her friend. She had half a mind to leave the item there, but knew she would feel guilty later. So, there she was running down the sidewalk in five inch pumps, praying she didn’t trip and fall on her face.

[ryd-her]

Ryder on her morning walk, headphones in. Only focusing on the world in front if her. She didn’t even notice that she lost her keys that were hanging off her side. She kept jogging through until, during the song change, she heard a commotion behind her. She stopped, turning. She saw a woman running in heels behind her, so she stopped, taking one ear bud out. “Are you okay?”

[thomashaines-blog1]

“I’ve heard tickets for the Superbowl are going for just north of five grand now. I don’t know about you but my mind is blown. That’s so incredibly insane.”

[ryd-her]

You know what they say, the more expensive something is, the more people want it. 

Originally posted by allmypeaceishippie

[theemeraldcityrp]

[ryd-her]

theemeraldcityrp:

“You’ll never understand me, but I’ll try once and then give it up.”

OVERVIEW. FULL NAME: Ryder Thomas. TITLE: The Siren. AGE: 28. OCCUPATION: Radio Show DJ. SEXUALITY: Bisexual. FACE CLAIM: Emmy Rossum.

BACKGROUND. Ryder was born in tragedy. Her mother, Katie, and father, Jake, were high school sweethearts, unable to look away from each other for more than a minute. They had bright futures together. But, a little mistake is all anything takes. Her mother was sick most of the pregnancy; it was hard on her, and her unborn baby. She went into labor two months early, mom didn’t make it. Jake, he tried, he honestly did. He was 17, taking care of a baby on his own. His parents wanted him to give Ryder up, right away. Not even a year old and she’s already caused so much destruction. But he couldn’t, because Ryder was the last thing of Katie he had. And so he didn’t end up going to college. He got a job right away as a mechanic. They let him bring her to the shop and play in the office with the receptionist. But when she was about 10, the beautiful brunette came from school one day to hear that the shop had closed, her daddy didn’t have a job. She found that out by asking her father’s friend why her dad was asleep in the middle of the afternoon with a bottle in his hand. Things weren’t easy after that. Unemployment only lasts so long and Ryder knew her father wasn’t even trying to find a job.  She tried to help, she tried to make some extra money tutoring and babysitting. But her father had taken up drinking as a hobby, she couldn’t keep up with his demands, but she never stopped trying. She was so focused on money that she couldn’t take care of anything else. She went from a straight A student, to barely a C.  Things continued on like that for years, Ryder not sure if they were going to be able to pay their rent, or their bills, going days without power or water. She wasn’t even sure her father noticed half of the time. Things got easier around 16, that was when she found out what she was made of. The summer of her 16th year was a big one. She had officially dropped out of high school, because she couldn’t afford to waste her time there, got a job at a super market, and met a boyfriend. Grant was 13 years older than her and owned a bar. After three months of being together, Grant offered for Ryder to come work at his bar. She agreed, but walking in the door, she realized it wasn’t about busting tables. It was a strip club. She tried to back out on the first night, but Grant sat her down with another dancer, she explained to Ryder how much money she could make in a night. It was more than she could make in an entire week at the super market. Within a week of that conversation, Ryder was dancing. She never minded it. It was hard to separate everything at first, but once she figured out how to remember that these were only customers and in no shape or form could they actually sleep with her, she was fine. Grant took her virginity on their six month anniversary.  Two weeks later, he brought in a girl, 16 years old as well, on his arm, kissing her.  Ryder went to jail that night for assault. She lost her job, her boyfriend, and a few chances, good thing there are other clubs. Ryder continued to strip for the next few years. It made good money, kept the nights on and her daddy liquored up, and it kept her in a steady supply of men waiting to step in to take care of her if she needed it. She never did. When she was 23, she came home to find her daddy dead, choked on his own vomit while passed out. Her life seemed to shift after that. She went back to dancing, but realized she was no longer struggling. Her bills were paid, she was fed, and everything was taken care of. Day by day, the reason she stayed at her job became fewer and fewer. One night, she let a customer actually take her out. He was a radio executive. He was in his 40’s but he was attractive.  They connected instantly and talked for hours. The next day, he took Ryder to his office and she impressed everyone. Within the next two weeks, she was living in his house and working at his radio station.  They couldn’t make their relationship last. It was an easy split with little feelings hurt. She got to keep her job and she loved it. She had found someplace that she was happy. There was no struggle. She was able to take care of herself and be happy. She intends to stay that way. PERSONALITY. Ryder is strong, often choosing to make jokes instead of talking about her feelings. She is the life of the party, but also a flirt. She will find someone she is attracted to and take them home without much of a second thought.  She is lustful and impulsive at times, due to her past of being so frugal. She tells things like they are when it comes to other people but will never admit when she herself is having a problem. She would rather take care of things than let anyone else help her. Although, she does take help when it’s offered. + loyal, independent, humorous, and realistic.

- crass, misguided, nosy, demanding. APPEARANCE. Ryder is of average height and lean. She has dark hair and hazel/brown eyes. She typically dressed more for comfort and function more than fashion. She is often seen in a beanie and boots, two of her must haves in her wardrobe. When she goes out, she tries to glam herself up fully. She almost looks like a totally different person. MISCELLANEOUS INFO. Ryder has a dog named Chewie. He is a corgi. She will hurt anyone that hurts her dog. She’s not interested in having children ever. But she has often thought about the idea of fostering. Ryder does not believe in hiding things and lying. She will oftentimes be way too honest for people’s liking Ryder started smoking when she was 16 at her job at the strip club. It was a way to bond with the other girls. She still smokes, but not as much as before.