ryder

drummer boy

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colbyisms‌:

colby shot a pointed look towards the other boy her eyes narrowing, “and you never will,” she puffed out as she stood to her full height. she finally began to regain her breath and feeling in her legs. she watched curiously and scrunitinzing as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, “i’ve been good, just taking it day by day,” she answered with a shrug, “what about you, ya’ know besides getting one step closer to lung cancer with each puff, kid” she gave him a look eyebrows raising up. she knew of his nickname for her, and liked to use it right back to him, considering he was only a year older then her. 

“WELL, YOU KNOW ME. i like a little mystery.” a smirk toys at his lips, and he wiggles his eyebrows at colby. 

“day by day, huh?” he inhales and lets out a puff of smoke. ryder shrugs at her slight guilt trip. “eh, gonna die one way or another. who cares if a knock a few days off, anyways.” then, realizing the morbidity of his comment, the drummer lets out a dry laugh.

“nevermind. anyways, what are you up to tonight? wanna grab a drink and catch up?” of course, it wasn’t him asking her out in any way, shape, or form. (he knew from day one he had no chance with her; she was always leo’s) but he hadn’t spent much time with her, and truth-be-told, he missed the feisty brunette.

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lconardos‌:

“REALLY?” he’d suggested it only half jokingly, so to hear ryder all game for it definitely brought a smile to leo’s lips. “sick. i’m holding you to that. i’m gonna be so fuckin’ pissed if i end up doing it alone with like, a bunch of high school kids.”

“yeah, yeah, sure.” he waves it off with another puff from the cigarette. changing the subject, ryder asks, “so, are you ready for the performance?” the drummer himself tended to ‘play it cool,’ so to speak, but internally, he always got extremely excited before each show. it was a natural adrenaline high, and ryder loved it. 

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lunaxpark‌:

she turned her head to the voice that had interrupted her and she was about to give them a piece of her mind for being so rude when she realized it had only been ryder. “miss? why are you calling me that? i’m not that old.” she smiled up at him as she got up from her chair, “holy shit, what? i want it, get the bunny, whatever you want i’ll give it to you for it.”

“thought it’d be fun to surprise you,” he answers with a shrug, the ghost of a grin on his face. then, playfully, he adds: “besides, i’d be calling you ma’am if you were older, smartass.”

“whatever i want?” he smirks to himself, thinking this over. “are you sure you want to offer that, park?” 

ryder winks at her before turning towards the booth worker. they exchange whispered words, and then suddenly, the worker’s making a big deal of congratulations. he asks luna and her sister which prize they want. ryder crosses his arms triumphantly as he watches them pick out the bunny they wanted.

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aureliaking‌:

“ haven’t you been listening !?“ she cried out, throwing her arms up in exasperation. well, as well as she could given her current position. “ i saw it in a scary movie, and the opening credits said it was based on a true story. and you know i’m … sensitive to sudden surprises.” she rolled her eyes at his comment, adjusting herself so that she could flip him off. she smacked his back after he smacked her ass, snorting in distaste. “ does forcing girls to go into haunted houses usually get you laid ?” as she was lowered she took a few steps back from the entrance. “ i can’t believe i’m gonna have to pay luna to kick your ass. “

“wow. i wonder how our followers would react if i posted this new bit of information about miss aurelia king on our band instagram page...” he chuckles. “no, but it does lead to them getting scared and cuddling close, which then eventually leads to the same outcome,” he answers smugly. “so, do the math.”

“eh, you won’t need to pay her. i’ll take the money though.” ryder then pauses. “wait, you’d hand a fight off to someone else? you feeling okay there, king?”

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aureliaking‌:

“ you know that’s probably perfectly valid advice, however, i have this mantra that i should always run away from potential serial killers. “ she retorted, letting out a tiny yelp of disbelief as she was tossed over his shoulder. “ this is so un-fucking-cool. “ she whined, smacking his arm for his flirtatious remark. “ don’t hit on me when i’m about to die.”  

“who said anything about serial killers, lil mouse?” ryder retorts with a roll of his eyes. “oh, babe, you know just as well as i do that there’s never a wrong time for me to hit on you.” and with that, he playfully smacks her ass. 

they arrive at the entrance of the haunted house. ryder hands the worker two tickets. “now, if i let you down, you can’t run away. promise?” the boy lets aurelia down gently.

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cywreck‌:

Sunday had not gone the way he wanted it to so far, finding himself trekking back toward his van at an ambling, slow pace from the haunted house and plucking his cigarette with half a mind to start smoking. When he heard Ryder’s voice as he passed by, he snorted faintly at the deadpanned comment, wishing he was in the mood for the humor. Lighting his own cigarette, he pushed his hands into his pockets and glanced back at it, scuffing his Converse in the dirt. “Yeah, no shit. I’ve been in there twice now. I think the closest I came to pissin’ myself was the killer clowns. Clowns are fuckin’ terrifyin’ in any context… Cut the town some slack though, man, I’m sure the budget was shite,” he drawled in his British accent, shrugging and flicking ash from the end of his cigarette. In spite of traveling often- and frequently- all around, Ryder might be one of the few he retained a decent connection with. Fixing the handkerchief tied around his neck, he leaned against the wall with him, making a ring of smoke with his mouth and tilting his head. “You ready to play tonight? Don’t worry, I’ll be there. Wouldn’t miss it.”

“yeah, they’re not the most pleasant creatures, are they?” he states with a chuckle. “you’ve got a point; it probably has the least amount of the budget of all the festival activities.”

ryder uses the lull in the conversation to his advantage: to take another drag from his cigarette. he lets the smoke out slowly. “thanks, man. i appreciate that,” is his reply, as a slight smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “ready as i’ll ever be, i s’pose.” 

another drag from the cigarette. “your performance was wicked yesterday. really great set.”

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aureliaking‌:

aurelia pouted immediately, shaking her head feverishly. “ i definitely vote we do not go inside the haunted house, oh my god. “ her words are rushed and breathless as she tries scrambling away from his grasp. “ clearly you haven’t seen the houses october built !! spoiler alert: they all get brutally killed by hired actors from a haunted house. and i’m too cute to die in a place like this. “

ryder huffs a playful sigh. “haven’t you ever heard that saying that you can’t run from your fears forever?” and with a chuckle, he picks aurelia up, throwing her over his shoulder, and marches towards the haunted house. “you’re too cute to die anywhere, so might as well be a haunted house.”

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lconardos‌:

“OKAY, TOUGH GUY,” leo murmured playfully, pushing a hand through his hair as he let out a chuckle. “we should volunteer for it next year. make sure it’s not shitty.”

“i...wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he replies thoughtfully, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. “would definitely make the time until we play go by quicker.”

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andyherrison‌:

“Well, I didn’t say it was the best haunted house I’ve ever seen.” Andy tried to redeem herself quickly, slipping her hands into her pockets as she shrugged. “But they did put a lot of detail into the inside - and it did almost make me cry so -  it isn’t all bad.”

ryder shrugs. “everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, i guess.” he tilts his head as he looks at the girl; she was pretty, in a down-to-earth kind of way. he knew they met briefly (maybe at one of his performances? was she a friend of leo’s?), but he wasn’t the best at names. “we’ve met before, right? amanda, is it?”

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( CHARLIE HEATON, MALE ) has RYDER CLARK been acting strange lately? i’m sure the incident still has the TWENTY-FOUR year old MUSICIAN on edge. they’re known around treeville as CHARMING & INTELLIGENT – but can be MYSTERIOUS & MOODY if you get on their bad side. HE couldn’t have done it, though, because during the incident he WAS PERFORMING AT A COFFEE HOUSE. ( hermione, 21, she/her, est) – filling the drummer wanted connection for leo’s band!!

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heynaomi‌:

NAOMI’S EYES WIDENED SLIGHTLY as he suggested that she simply go and find another pumpkin. if only if were that easy. “no, no, no.” she replied quickly, stepping even closer to the pumpkin and showing no signs at all of backing down. “i’ve been looking for the perfect pumpkin for about twenty minutes now. this one is it.”

“twenty minutes? don’t you think that’s a little too long for something you’re gonna carve out, let rot, and throw away a week later?” he rolls his eyes. “whatever. you can have it. i’ll find another one.”

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aureliaking‌:

“absolu-” aurelia started, a cocky grin spreading across her features. however, her few moments of feeling like a fearless, badass babe were abruptly cut short when she heard screams coming from inside the haunted house. “maybe it’s scarier on the inside. we should probably avoid it then.” she backtracked, stepping a few steps away from the attraction. 

“oh-ho!” her reaction is responsible for his change of tone. one eyebrow raised, and in the next moment, one arm slung over her shoulders, ryder steers the brunette in the direction of the haunted house. “well, since you’re so against it, little mouse, maybe i should give it another chance.”

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TIMESTAMP: sunday afternoon

“don’t let the name fool you,” he states calmly, taking a drag of his cigarette and letting the smoke out slowly. “it’s probably the lamest haunted house this festival has ever had.”