#ryder001

[danieleansworth]

(Open Starter)

Date: Late March, 2023 Location: KBW - Observation Room

So far, working on a smuggling ship was shaping up to be a deeply confusing experience. It was quite thrilling (in a terrifying sort of way) to be able to say now that he had been to Earth, though the trip had hardly seemed focused on smuggling at all - instead, the crew had gone to see... a concert? Daniel had never heard of My Chemical Romance prior to joining up on the Prosperity, but he could now safely say that some of their music was a little frightening. He’d quite liked some of the theatricality seen on stage though, so it had been a good experience overall. Until the subsequent realization that the crew had accidentally smuggled a human, somehow. That had led to several days of solid panic, during which Daniel’s primary focus had been getting through the day with his work done and sanity in place. Knowing that there was some sort of plan that seemed likely to keep everyone out of jail had helped on that front, at least enough that he was able to start enjoying life somewhat again alongside being terrified of the turn his had taken.

Being at the Kuiper Belt Waystation again helped as well. It wasn’t solid land, not even close - but still, it was quite nice to have a bit more room to move around as compared to the typical living and working space on the Prosperity. With the plants on the ship tended to and the cleaning that was his responsibility done, Daniel had a bit of time to himself, and so he made his way over to one of the KBW’s observation rooms - viewing the galaxy was one of the activities at the waystation that was in the range of what he could afford (free). Better still, there was a good amount of open space - and with the smuggling event over, he had the observation room to himself for the time being. After looking out at the stars for a bit, he got out his comm and began playing some of the Taylor Swift music that Ryder had shown him, through his earbuds so as not to be a disturbance. Truly though, there wasn’t anyone around... maybe now would be a good time to get some dancing in. With space limited on the Prosperity, he’d have to take his opportunities when he could find them.

The downside to having his earbuds in was that he didn’t notice as quickly as he otherwise might have when he was no longer alone - he jumped, startled when he saw a fellow crew member, and promptly stopped dancing. “Oh - sorry! I hope I wasn’t in your way,” he said sheepishly. He had been between them and the observation window, technically, though there was still plenty of space to see around him.

[sawyergraves]

Location: No Names; August 2021

@ryderxaeron​

One, two, punch— it was the steady rhythm he'd come to lean on more than his own heartbeat and yet to anyone else who didn’t fight, it seemed entirely counterproductive. What could possibly be gained from slamming fists into another human being until the final bell tolled? Nothing, or at least that was how it appeared from the outside looking in. But the truth was that whenever he was jammed up tight with nowhere to put his thoughts and their never ending spin, that steady cadence of swinging punches gave Sawyer somewhere to shove them. Over the years, whether it took shape between tattered ropes or a chain linked cage, a fighting ring had always been somewhat of a sanctuary for Sawyer— the one place where he managed to scrape up a moment of peace despite the way chaos seemed to rage all around him. He wondered how many people actually understood that— the way fighting wasn’t so much of a choice, but a necessity. He didn’t know that he’d ever be able to explain it, but when it came to people like Ryder, Sawyer knew he’d never have to.

After what had happened at the warehouse, Sawyer needed to blow off steam, needed to somehow make it make sense— and luckily for him, Ryder had been willing to move around in the ring with him. Though he wasn’t so sure it was lucky for Ryder. Ordinarily, Sawyer was a decent sparring partner who could rein himself in and show some discipline. But in his current headspace, he’d lost all sense of that word and had thrown series after series of frenzied punches until he finally found himself backing into the ropes, out of breath. “Fuck,” he shouted through gritted teeth as he dropped his hands, momentarily calling for a ceasefire. Running a set of taped fingers through his hair, flattening the unruly blond strands against his head, he shot Ryder an apologetic look, “Sorry, man.” But it wasn’t as though the younger man hadn’t held his own— he’d done that and more, just as Sawyer had predicted he would. He’d seen how talented Ryder was. Sawyer just felt bad for coming at him like a bat out of hell without even so much as a warning. “Prob’ly not what you were expectin’ when I asked ya to train.”

[bowieleblanc]

Status: closed @ryderxaeron​

Location: The Harris House

Bowie has an affinity for old places loaded with magnetic history. It’s why they love New Orleans so much. Sure, they were born and raised there, but there’s such a deep history in the city that’s stunning. Their family always said they were one of the most gifted amongst the LeBlancs. And Bowie can pick up on energies, feeling the weight of it at their core and the buzzing tingle just under the skin. They love it, knowing that history is very much still alive and well despite the fast, forgetful pace of everyday.

That’s why the Harris House is one of their favorite places to visit in town. They try to stop by at least twice a month. Simply being on the grounds, Bowie wonders what the Harris family thinks of what’s come of their once beloved town. The answer will come in due time, but in the meantime, they just love dwelling in the shift in energy on the property. 

Today, they sit on the steps in front of the home, taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, contently. It’s been too long since they last paid a visit to the historical site, doing nothing more than paying their respects. But then they see someone turning up the little sidewalk leading towards the House, someone they remember seeing from time to time when they moved back to New Orleans. “Ryder?” Bowie asks, almost uncertain.

[perryfrye]

WHERE: lily and sam’s halloween party. WHO: @ryderirving​ & perry.

Perry hadn't meant to be an audience to this. She'd simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. No one seemed to move or breathe as Ryder and Leslie yelled at each other and even Perry found herself holding her breath. She'd had a bit to drink but as the final words-- Leslie spitting a final fuck you-- vibrated like a gong through the crowd, she felt suddenly sobered, weaving and shoving through the throng of bodies to get to Ryder. She felt the gaze of far too many people at her back as she looped her arm through his and tugged him as best as her small frame could in the opposite direction Leslie had just gone. She dragged him as far as he'd let her, as far away from prying eyes as she could get. 

Perry spun to face him, bracing her hands on either side of his shoulders-- which wound up to be kind of awkward considering the height difference. The intention was to steady him, to steady herself as she looked him over, eyes narrowing. “Dude,” she breathed, shaking her head. “What the hell just happened?” And then, because he was the closest thing she had to family left, her voice softened. “Are you okay?”

[izzyrojas]

@ryderaeron​

Before the night began, Izzy made her way to Ryder’s house, letting herself in with a plastic garment bag in hand. She’d gone over her options for dresses over and over. Would she prefer to be bold and extravagant? Sexy and luxurious? Or maybe go for something unexpected but as always, over the top. Her closet was burning into her brain as she looked over her options. And now, even the night of the special event, Isobella Rojas was debating her options, hoping that she had made the right decision. Even with Ryder and Sutton’s help, paired with viewing the dresses a number of times, Iz wanted to be sure. But she’d made her choice and she’d have to stick to her choice because in a few hours, Ryder and Izzy would be arriving at The Harris House together for New Years Eve. The countdown awaited her, as did the promise of a new year. The past two years had been… something. Her Old Man died and left her essentially widowed from a Club that she continued to distance herself from. Her career became her focus and now it was actually showing promise. So maybe this year would be different. Maybe the dread of the last two years and the healing would pay off because it was a new year, a new decade, and a new dress to start it all off. And with Ryder by her side, nothing could go wrong—not if he had any say in it. Ryder was Isobella’s person, her confidante, her protector, and everything in-between. She approached him, laying her dress over his couch as she walked past, placing a kiss on his cheek from her tiptoes. “Hey handsome, you ready for this? New year, same us, but hotter, or something like that,” she smirked, wagging her eyebrows at him. “Think it’s gonna be a good one?” she asked, looking Ryder up and down. “You getting ready yet?”

[scthcarter]

@ryderxaeron​

Fight Club may not have been a real club that you could join but Seth and Ryder got as close to it as they could. While there wasn’t a whole lot to bond on considering their age difference, Seth liked the fire in Ryder. Honestly, Ryder was one of the few people that Seth didn’t mind in the town of Olympus. Although, that didn’t mean a whole lot in the grand scheme of things. But still, as they met in the ring time and time again, Seth never killed the kid, even if he did pull a few sketchy street moves. What did he expect anyway? Seth wasn’t going to fight fair if it meant losing, obviously. But they sparred frequently and today was no exception. Turning away from the redhead, he grabbed his towel to wipe his face of the sweat that was dripping to the floor.

“Ya know, one of these days you’re gonna beat me and that day is the day you’re fighting my dead ass corpse,” Seth laughed, trying to get a reaction from the younger fighter. “At least I won’t know because that sounds like a fuckin’ shame,” he shrugged, throwing his towel down on the floor and leaning against the ropes, huffing for air still. While Seth wasn’t the youngest man anymore, he tried to keep fit through boxing and lifting weights but 49 was no fucking joke when going up against someone 20 years his junior.