Ry Faye:

Hello, my name is Ry, and I am participating in the newest season of Total Drama Tumblr. If you're reading this, then you've ventured on to my blog. This is my personal space where I delve into dark and mysterious adventures. Link to Moondeertribe (the...

[the-skagemo]

The dining hall: 7 AM

Strewn about the table lay his corpse, cold and covered in a thick layer of browning blood. The legs of the victim were bent as if he’d been desperately scrambling across the table backwards, avoiding something in the process. One arm lay against his side while the other hung stiffly behind his head, the partial settings of rigor mortis showcasing he’d been like this for a while. His eyes wide open and his mouth still agape from the events that transpired--as if he’d tried to scream out for help or to just simply scream in protest. The neck was slashed open and blood coated the wound and skin like a disgusting tattoo, droplets were present on his face and the floor beneath him. 

His uniform surprisingly only had a small coating of blood wrapped around the collar, leaving his clothes mostly clean; however, it was clear: The Ultimate Macabre Classmate been murdered in cold blood. 

[totaldramacolors]

Put on your war paint! [Open RP w/ Ry]

The sky was starting to set into the colorful hues of dusk, leaving Ry with enough time to adjust after the challenge now. He could barely remember what it was like to relax. He was still feeling pissed off at his team, but he was less steamed about it and more focused on just leaving his mind to creative mixes; if he could find something to draw tonight, he might not snap the next day and get himself eliminated because of that sheer idiocy… Who’d even defend him from Kiki anyway…? Ry’s feet calmly tapped a foot along to the song that was currently blasting in one ear, his eyes slightly closed from the feeling of being enraptured by the sheer beat of the music. “Young blood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out?” He sang along, his hand formed up to snap along with the beat now. It was probably time for a change, but he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how he’d manage something like that without digging his own grave. He’d have to focus on how to get rid of his issues without trying to do something risky like–the Baroness’s words–causing a mutiny to fail. “Wearing our vintage misery. No, I think it looked a little better on me…” He continued to sing, watching the sun sink below the skyline. He’d chosen to sit on an abandoned playground’s playset, his feet dangling off the side. “Hey young blood, doesn’t it feel like our time is running out? I’m gonna change you like a remix. Then I’ll raise you like a phoenix…” He sighed, lifting his head up as the song ended, leaving him back in stony silence. As soon as he caught glimpse of the peson walking on the playground in front of him, he felt his heart leap into his throat from the sheer shock that he’d once more been caught singing. Mentally groaning, he jumped down off the playset and pointed at them while uttering, “Nobody who hears me sing ever walks away alive, you know?” The threat was barely there, but really he could use the company; maybe it was time to get another person trapped in a miserable situation with him again… He knew he fucking needed it.

[echoedgaze]

The Baroness had a need; a mighty need, in fact. It had been quite a while since she had gotten her hands on a boat, let alone actually been in a decent body of water. She had found a boat earlier into the competition, but rarely had she the opportunity to use it; at least, not without being interrupted in the middle of her ride.

As she walked, her ears were suddenly caught by the sound of a person’s voice. And not just any normal voice; she could definitely tell it was a singing voice.

“Bloody sirens…” She gritted her teeth, a disdained scowl forming on her face. She was quick to reach under her cap and pull down her hair in an attempt at covering her ears. After all, she didn’t want to be persuaded by the song to sail to her doom.

And so, she kept on walking, passing an abandoned playground that, at first, didn’t catch her eye. At least, until she noticed Ry. She paid him no real mind at first. After all, seeing Ry wasn’t that much of a shocking sight. They were allies; or, in her eyes at the least, friends. But the realization slowly donned on her that the source of the singing she was wanting to avoid… was coming from Ry.

Maybe he didn’t know what a siren song was? That had to be it; there was no way Ry of all people could be siren like. Feeling the need to inform him that his song could lead people to their doom, she spun on the heel of her boot, and slowly approached him.

Of course, it would so happen he would see her as well, hopping off of the playset he was acting as the king of. “Nobody who hears me sing ever walks away alive, you know?” He stated as a dull threat.

“Lad, most people ain’t be walkin’ by their own free will after listenin’ t’ siren songs.”

[the-skagemo]

Ry had been looking for something or someone to distract his mind or keep him from focusing on the challenge, yet here was Baroness in front of him. It wasn't a bad sight to see her, but it wasn't the person he'd been expecting to see... He'd not really talked to anyone in a couple of days--excluding the challenge--and had begun to think that he'd lost touch once more with people and been fooled. The first words out of her mouth, surprisingly, caused Ry's eyebrows to lift up in confusion. "Siren...?" He asked, wondering if she meant what he thought she did. "Are you saying my singing sounds like a tornado siren?" The sheer thought of the disturbing sound he'd only heard once before caused a slight blush of embarrassment to creep along his cheeks. "Well, fuck me; if you thought it was bad, you could have just stated it." Moving away from that quickly, he cleared his throat and shoved his iPod into his pocket and removed his earbud. "What the fuck are you even doing here anyway? I thought everyone was off at the hotel...eating or...something..."

[totaldramacolors]

A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.

[the-skagemo]

Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.

“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that’d always been his friend’s job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn’t really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.

“I’ll try my best,” Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. “So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people.”

[the-skagemo]

As they walked down the road, Ry expected it to go on in an almost serene silence, but he quickly realized that was a misdirection on his part… Of course, he’d be the only one who enjoyed silence as opposed to talking, so when Derby asked him a question, he felt a vague sense of deja vu erupt through him; nobody had really casually talked to him in a long time… The only conversations he’d had were with a pranking ass and his teammates…and none of those encounters could be considered ‘casual.’

“Huh… Draw, paint, make sarcastic quips, and almost get killed by nearly everything and everyone on this show.” He told him, half of it serious. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve only done that twice in this damn city; one time on you and one time when I was at the abandoned theme park down the way…but…that was because I didn’t want to lose a dare I made while drunkenly hy–drunk…”

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby took down mental notes about Ry’s interests, considering he didn’t have his notebook for once. He nodded as they continued to walk. “So you’re a sardonic artist,” he proposed with a small smile. “He sounds like he could be an interesting character,” the writer thought. Derby then paused, waiting for Ry to ask him a question in return. When that didn’t happen, he tried to keep their conversation going. 

“What kind of art to you make? I mean, what’s your style like?”

[the-skagemo]

Ry paused in thought, never truly taking into account what his art style was like. He’d never actually described it before, because nobody really asked about it in the first place. The only one who’d cared didn’t anymore… 

Contemplating it further, he glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows knitting together. “It’s…rustic? No…morbid… It has a lot of darkness…or…blacks and grays…” The idea of describing his work left a sour taste in his mouth since he couldn’t seem to do it. When he’d described it when he was younger, he used to say unique; now he couldn’t even begin to comprehend how he’d even subject it to one work.

“Well, it’s like my personality: confusing, conflicting, depressing….macabre, as the coconut head of my team refers to it.”

[scificaughtmyeye]

“Hm,” was all Derby could say in response. It sounded interesting, to say the least, if not a bit abnormal. But abnormal certainly wasn’t a bad thing.

“Maybe I could see it some time..” he suggested, before deciding to maybe look at their surroundings and actually find something to shoot at. As they wandered on, Derby squinted into the sun as they approached what appeared to be an abandoned convenience store.

“Compressed air in chip bags might be fun to shoot,” he offered up as they got closer. The windows were covered in dust and dirt, and the boarded up doorway had already been broken into. Derby wondered how much stuff would be left.

[the-skagemo]

Ry turned his head to stare back at Derby in confusion when he offered to look at his art. Really, this was the third person to show interest in his art on this show; anyone online wasn't really noteworthy, because they often could look at anything...but actual people in person? It was just... strange, even weirder than the things he drew. "Right... I'll believe that offer when I see it," he muttered bitterly, biting the inside of his cheek as they continued to walk down the road. Slipping his fingers into his hoodie pocket, he gently gripped the gun and stared forward, wondering if Derby was just trying to distract him long enough to run off. However, that thought was broken when the pale white boy pointed out a convenience store to Ry. Lifting his one good eye to the store, he made a low noise in thought and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, but if my bullet ricochets and hits you, I expect you to have a note written out disclaiming me from murder."

[the-skagemo]

"ANONYMOUSLY SEND ME AN ALTERNATE ENDING FOR MY MUSE" ry becomes famous for his morbid art and earns the money instead of going on tdco to win it

Oooo that’s actually a really interesting idea, because then he’d of never met anyone on TDCO. Thinking about it, the only problem that Ashley would have on that show would be Baroness, and that’d be because she holds a huge grudge over the whole ‘being mean to her’ thing. 

Ashley could have dominated the show had Ry not become royally pissed off at her over what happened in the kitchen, spread his (surprisingly accurate) information about how it HAD to be her sabotaging (which kind of sucks for her because Alice sabotaging things is just gonna get Ry thinking it’s Ashley) her own team, AND kissing her crush.

But don’t worry, Ashley, Ry’s only go so long before he has paranoia get the better of him and causes his own downfall; spring your trap card there.

[totaldramacolors]

A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.

[the-skagemo]

Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.

“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that’d always been his friend’s job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn’t really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.

“I’ll try my best,” Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. “So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people.”

[the-skagemo]

As they walked down the road, Ry expected it to go on in an almost serene silence, but he quickly realized that was a misdirection on his part… Of course, he’d be the only one who enjoyed silence as opposed to talking, so when Derby asked him a question, he felt a vague sense of deja vu erupt through him; nobody had really casually talked to him in a long time… The only conversations he’d had were with a pranking ass and his teammates…and none of those encounters could be considered ‘casual.’

“Huh… Draw, paint, make sarcastic quips, and almost get killed by nearly everything and everyone on this show.” He told him, half of it serious. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve only done that twice in this damn city; one time on you and one time when I was at the abandoned theme park down the way…but…that was because I didn’t want to lose a dare I made while drunkenly hy–drunk…”

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby took down mental notes about Ry’s interests, considering he didn’t have his notebook for once. He nodded as they continued to walk. “So you’re a sardonic artist,” he proposed with a small smile. “He sounds like he could be an interesting character,” the writer thought. Derby then paused, waiting for Ry to ask him a question in return. When that didn’t happen, he tried to keep their conversation going. 

“What kind of art to you make? I mean, what’s your style like?”

[the-skagemo]

Ry paused in thought, never truly taking into account what his art style was like. He'd never actually described it before, because nobody really asked about it in the first place. The only one who'd cared didn't anymore... 

Contemplating it further, he glanced over his shoulder, eyebrows knitting together. "It's...rustic? No...morbid... It has a lot of darkness...or...blacks and grays..." The idea of describing his work left a sour taste in his mouth since he couldn't seem to do it. When he'd described it when he was younger, he used to say unique; now he couldn't even begin to comprehend how he'd even subject it to one work.

"Well, it's like my personality: confusing, conflicting, depressing....macabre, as the coconut head of my team refers to it."

[the-skagemo]

The Kitchen Prince and the Busy Pauper (Ry/Jinta RP AU)

Ry sighed as he gazed into the mirror, his hands stroking through his entirely dyed-black hair. He’d never really thought it’d come to this, but he was at a loss for how to save more money beyond this point. Glancing down at his fingers, he watched the silky strands fall back on to his shoulder and another thought crossed through his mind: hair cost money to maintain, so the shorter the hair, the less he’d spend on products… Already his fingers were shaking as he picked up the scissors and lifted them to his bangs. His hair had been his pride and joy ever since he was small; it was something he made sure stayed healthy, unique, and… Well, just something he enjoyed looking at. Taking a deep breath now, he snipped at the hair covering his eyes and let the strands fall to the dusty apartment floor he’d called home for two days. Glancing in the mirror, he saw the disgusting way they looked and quickly began to brush them, swooping them to the side and letting him fall more naturally. Well, the style wasn’t too bad for starters… Now he just needed to get rid of his length… He had to grit his teeth as he brought the scissors to the hair that pointed to his sternum. This hair had been with him since he was five; he’d never once thought about touching it, until now… Grabbing one of them, he quickly snipped it off and dropped the hair to the floor before audibly gasping as he did the same to the other one. “There…you big baby…” He scolded himself, staring at his shortened and styled hair. Pushing back on side of his hair behind his ear, he glanced at the cross earring that finally showed itself to the public. Adjusting himself, he stared in the mirror and cringed at how he was different than he used to be. His eyes were both now brown since his contacts had just been a luxury he couldn’t afford now; his clothes were now the choice of his employer, which he just dressed himself in a plain pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his usual shoes for the time being; and now his hair was completely different…with no hat to cover the top. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for his first day of work. Groaning loudly, he reached over and grabbed his small backpack and quickly headed down to the street where his motorcycle waited to drive him to work.

@sarcasticdevotee

[devotedroleplays]

“Have a good day!” “Don’t cut your fingers off.”

The voices of Jinta’s sisters always rejuvenated him, even if Mai wasn’t always the most encouraging person in the world. As he stepped out of their small home, he began to make his way to work. On foot, of course. He never was a big fan of vehicles, after all.

Jinta had slid back into his old ways in more ways than one since they moved back to America from Canada. Checking his phone for updates on one night stands, taking care of his younger sisters, and of course, trying to make a name for himself.

The Kitchen Prince was an odd title to Jinta. He preferred his title to be something much more along the lines of “The Radiant Sun,” or “The Cooking God of the Sun.” But he’d take that. Being number one in that restaurant was definitely his business.

He noticed someone walking towards a motorcycle and scowled slightly. Motorcycles were death traps to him and he wouldn’t be caught dead riding one. Regardless, he continued his walk towards the restaurant.

[the-skagemo]

“The job’s low-paying, but you’ll make it work…” Ry mumbled to himself as he slipped the helmet on to his head. He’d spent DAYS on that accursed show cleaning up other people’s problems, so how hard could it be to clean tables and dishes? With one final glance over his shoulder at the apartments dubbed “Falling Apartments,” he hopped up on to the motorcycle and kicked the stand from below, balancing himself perfectly on it–something he’d practiced many times in the past. Taking a deep breath, he started up the noisy contraption, wincing at the guttural noise, and headed off down the road. “If not, just…tell someone to send the place a pet rat…” The ride wasn’t long at all–merely five minutes down the road, but he’d noticed that some clouds were rolling in in the distance; so he wouldn’t be caught dead–metaphorically speaking–walking down the road if it was bound to storm. Once he’d managed to arrive at the establishment he’d just been at a couple days ago, he quickly parked his bike and threw the helmet off his head and on to the handle. Without even bothering to check to see if the doors were opened yet, he sat back on the motorcycle, crossing his legs and removed a small sketchbook from his bag, quickly beginning to doodle in it to pass the time as he waited for fifteen until to strike.

[devotedroleplays]

Jinta’s walk remained in peace. He watched as others either drove or walked their way to work as well. In a way, it was an interesting thing to see. You wake up, you go to work, you work your shift, repeat. 

He was probably one of few who enjoyed that.

As he made it to the restaurant, he looked over to notice that very same motorcycle from earlier. Someone sitting on it was currently… doodling in a sketchbook?

He scowled slightly, making his way over to the person on the motorcycle.

“Hey,” he spoke up, crossing his arms, “We don’t condone loitering at this establishment. Unless you’re waiting to be the first customer, I suggest you…. ‘doodle’ somewhere else.”

[the-skagemo]

Ry's shoulders, which had been resting peacefully as he drew his sketch of a dilapidated road, suddenly slid up and down as he sighed a breath of annoyance. Snapping his sketchbook shut, he turned his head so that he faced the person now interrupting his muse and found himself resisting the urge to glare. The way the guy next to his motorcycle stood reminded him of a certain locket-wearing girl he'd met on that stupid show...but that was just in attitude and posture; he already knew who this asshole was just by looking at him with a passing glance. "...Actually, I'm waiting for my shift to start here," he told him a hint of annoyance resting in his voice. "But I really didn't expect to see you here, Jinta..." He honestly thought this guy would be working at a place where he could give out happy endings, so to speak, but there was no way he'd say that out loud....until he knew he could actually slap him with a verbal frying pan. It was probably a relief to know there was no way this guy would know who he was; he doubted he watched anything that didn’t have his face in it at least once...

[the-skagemo]

The Kitchen Prince and the Busy Pauper (Ry/Jinta RP AU)

Ry sighed as he gazed into the mirror, his hands stroking through his entirely dyed-black hair. He’d never really thought it’d come to this, but he was at a loss for how to save more money beyond this point. Glancing down at his fingers, he watched the silky strands fall back on to his shoulder and another thought crossed through his mind: hair cost money to maintain, so the shorter the hair, the less he’d spend on products… Already his fingers were shaking as he picked up the scissors and lifted them to his bangs. His hair had been his pride and joy ever since he was small; it was something he made sure stayed healthy, unique, and… Well, just something he enjoyed looking at. Taking a deep breath now, he snipped at the hair covering his eyes and let the strands fall to the dusty apartment floor he’d called home for two days. Glancing in the mirror, he saw the disgusting way they looked and quickly began to brush them, swooping them to the side and letting him fall more naturally. Well, the style wasn’t too bad for starters… Now he just needed to get rid of his length… He had to grit his teeth as he brought the scissors to the hair that pointed to his sternum. This hair had been with him since he was five; he’d never once thought about touching it, until now… Grabbing one of them, he quickly snipped it off and dropped the hair to the floor before audibly gasping as he did the same to the other one. “There…you big baby…” He scolded himself, staring at his shortened and styled hair. Pushing back on side of his hair behind his ear, he glanced at the cross earring that finally showed itself to the public. Adjusting himself, he stared in the mirror and cringed at how he was different than he used to be. His eyes were both now brown since his contacts had just been a luxury he couldn’t afford now; his clothes were now the choice of his employer, which he just dressed himself in a plain pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his usual shoes for the time being; and now his hair was completely different…with no hat to cover the top. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for his first day of work. Groaning loudly, he reached over and grabbed his small backpack and quickly headed down to the street where his motorcycle waited to drive him to work.

@sarcasticdevotee

[devotedroleplays]

“Have a good day!” “Don’t cut your fingers off.”

The voices of Jinta’s sisters always rejuvenated him, even if Mai wasn’t always the most encouraging person in the world. As he stepped out of their small home, he began to make his way to work. On foot, of course. He never was a big fan of vehicles, after all.

Jinta had slid back into his old ways in more ways than one since they moved back to America from Canada. Checking his phone for updates on one night stands, taking care of his younger sisters, and of course, trying to make a name for himself.

The Kitchen Prince was an odd title to Jinta. He preferred his title to be something much more along the lines of “The Radiant Sun,” or “The Cooking God of the Sun.” But he’d take that. Being number one in that restaurant was definitely his business.

He noticed someone walking towards a motorcycle and scowled slightly. Motorcycles were death traps to him and he wouldn’t be caught dead riding one. Regardless, he continued his walk towards the restaurant.

[the-skagemo]

"The job's low-paying, but you'll make it work..." Ry mumbled to himself as he slipped the helmet on to his head. He'd spent DAYS on that accursed show cleaning up other people's problems, so how hard could it be to clean tables and dishes? With one final glance over his shoulder at the apartments dubbed "Falling Apartments," he hopped up on to the motorcycle and kicked the stand from below, balancing himself perfectly on it--something he'd practiced many times in the past. Taking a deep breath, he started up the noisy contraption, wincing at the guttural noise, and headed off down the road. "If not, just...tell someone to send the place a pet rat..." The ride wasn't long at all--merely five minutes down the road, but he'd noticed that some clouds were rolling in in the distance; so he wouldn't be caught dead--metaphorically speaking--walking down the road if it was bound to storm. Once he'd managed to arrive at the establishment he'd just been at a couple days ago, he quickly parked his bike and threw the helmet off his head and on to the handle. Without even bothering to check to see if the doors were opened yet, he sat back on the motorcycle, crossing his legs and removed a small sketchbook from his bag, quickly beginning to doodle in it to pass the time as he waited for fifteen until to strike.

[the-skagemo]

Ah, AU Ry: Before work, during work, and after work.

I am a mess.

[the-skagemo]

The Kitchen Prince and the Busy Pauper (Ry/Jinta RP AU)

Ry sighed as he gazed into the mirror, his hands stroking through his entirely dyed-black hair. He'd never really thought it'd come to this, but he was at a loss for how to save more money beyond this point. Glancing down at his fingers, he watched the silky strands fall back on to his shoulder and another thought crossed through his mind: hair cost money to maintain, so the shorter the hair, the less he'd spend on products... Already his fingers were shaking as he picked up the scissors and lifted them to his bangs. His hair had been his pride and joy ever since he was small; it was something he made sure stayed healthy, unique, and... Well, just something he enjoyed looking at. Taking a deep breath now, he snipped at the hair covering his eyes and let the strands fall to the dusty apartment floor he'd called home for two days. Glancing in the mirror, he saw the disgusting way they looked and quickly began to brush them, swooping them to the side and letting him fall more naturally. Well, the style wasn't too bad for starters... Now he just needed to get rid of his length... He had to grit his teeth as he brought the scissors to the hair that pointed to his sternum. This hair had been with him since he was five; he'd never once thought about touching it, until now... Grabbing one of them, he quickly snipped it off and dropped the hair to the floor before audibly gasping as he did the same to the other one. "There...you big baby..." He scolded himself, staring at his shortened and styled hair. Pushing back on side of his hair behind his ear, he glanced at the cross earring that finally showed itself to the public. Adjusting himself, he stared in the mirror and cringed at how he was different than he used to be. His eyes were both now brown since his contacts had just been a luxury he couldn't afford now; his clothes were now the choice of his employer, which he just dressed himself in a plain pink t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and his usual shoes for the time being; and now his hair was completely different...with no hat to cover the top. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! He almost jumped when he heard the sound of his alarm clock going off, signaling that it was time to get out of bed to get ready for his first day of work. Groaning loudly, he reached over and grabbed his small backpack and quickly headed down to the street where his motorcycle waited to drive him to work.

@sarcasticdevotee

[somemusiings]

ANONYMOUSLY SEND ME AN ALTERNATE ENDING FOR MY MUSE

or, if an OC, send me the ending you’d like my muse to have!

[the-skagemo]

*click*

OBAMA, NO!

[totaldramacolors]

Character Random Fact #27 ~ Ry

Ry can only relax late at night when he takes off his human suit and reverts to his lizard form.

[dropoutandchill]

Is Ry running in The Election??

[totallynotachespin-deactivated2]

ry is actually wretched tooth

[dropoutandchill]

I can’t belive Ry is the Zodiac Killer

[totallynotachespin-deactivated2]

i cant believe ry’s going to crush everyone else in decision 2016 ™

[the-skagemo]

“Leave me out of your american politics.”

[dropoutandchill]

This is The World DECISION, buddy-o #VoteMop

[the-skagemo]

“Oh, then finally I can see the world be destroyed. I’d say it was nice knowing you all, but it wasn’t.”

[totaldramacolors]

Character Random Fact #27 ~ Ry

Ry can only relax late at night when he takes off his human suit and reverts to his lizard form.

[dropoutandchill]

Is Ry running in The Election??

[totallynotachespin-deactivated2]

ry is actually wretched tooth

[dropoutandchill]

I can’t belive Ry is the Zodiac Killer

[totallynotachespin-deactivated2]

i cant believe ry’s going to crush everyone else in decision 2016 ™

[the-skagemo]

“Leave me out of your american politics.”

[the-skagemo]

(Is this you?)

“Fuck them for not using my alias; who wrote this piece of crap parody--Ashley?”

[the-skagemo]

I like to think about how Ry can’t play soccer without accidentally knocking someone out cold just because he kicked the ball and the goalie caught it.

[the-skagemo]

[totaldramacolors]

A Walk On The Brighter Side - Derby's Open RP

[scificaughtmyeye]

Derby felt a bit better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who’d gotten lost in this strange city. He paused a moment, thinking to himself that maybe the two of them could stay lost a little longer - if only to make Ry less bored and more happy. “Perhaps we could.. find you some targets.” Derby proposed, hoping to stay on Ry’s good side. Plus, it might be kind of cool to see someone shoot a gun.. especially considering it wasn’t at him.

[the-skagemo]

Ry gestured with his gun down the street for Derby and uttered a curt, “Lead the way, Fanfiction.net; if you can find me a good enough shooting range, then maybe I won’t sic my pranking f—teammate on you.” It wasn’t really a threat on his part, because he wouldn’t have the time or energy to go out and find wherever that bastard was lurking just for him to attack Derby with some relentless pranks.

“Maybe I’ll even let you try to shoot the gun, if you’re not scared of a little violence…”

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Derby was never one to lead on adventures - that’d always been his friend’s job - so he understandably felt a little unsure of this proposed expedition. On the other hand, he wasn’t really in the mood to be pranked, and maybe it would be fun to be the leader for once. It was all he wrote about anyway, valiant leaders saving the day. So despite his uncertainty, he decided to run with it. Not literally, of course; walking would do just fine.

“I’ll try my best,” Derby replied, seeming not to mind the nickname that had stuck from their earlier meetings. He started on his way down the abandoned street, before turning to talk to Ry while they walked. “So what do you like to do? Besides assigning nicknames and falling on people.”

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As they walked down the road, Ry expected it to go on in an almost serene silence, but he quickly realized that was a misdirection on his part... Of course, he’d be the only one who enjoyed silence as opposed to talking, so when Derby asked him a question, he felt a vague sense of deja vu erupt through him; nobody had really casually talked to him in a long time... The only conversations he’d had were with a pranking ass and his teammates...and none of those encounters could be considered ‘casual.’

“Huh... Draw, paint, make sarcastic quips, and almost get killed by nearly everything and everyone on this show.” He told him, half of it serious. “And I’ll have you know, I’ve only done that twice in this damn city; one time on you and one time when I was at the abandoned theme park down the way...but...that was because I didn’t want to lose a dare I made while drunkenly hy--drunk...”