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Ryker Anderson, 24, Journalist for the New Hampshire Gazette
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Joye’s lips trembled with amusement as she paused. “Really?” she asked, widening her eyes for effect which she knew her smile ruined. “Because I’m pretty sure you’ve had multiple cups.” She didn’t know how many - she wasn’t keeping count - but she’d seen the waitress make at least one refill.
Ryker let’s out a laugh under his breath, “you caught me - but in all fairness, I’m a bit of a coffeeholic, I’d drink anything as long as it has caffeine in it.” He turned slightly in his seat to face her - “come on you have to admit this is pretty awful.”
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“Could you maybe make an exception?” Ryker asks, standing in the doorway, propping the door open with heel of his shoe. “I was meant to buy it yesterday- and my friend’s gonna kill me if I show up without it.”
“We’re closed.” He announced, the bell ringing as the front door opened enough to get his attention, though not enough to pull him away from his studies. Getting lost in a book was a bad habit of his, and occasionally kept him from actually locking the store. “You can pick up Fifty Shades tomorrow.”
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Flicking through his notes, Ryker looks up long enough to flash the waitress a smile as she refills his mug for the third time- he should probably order something else to keep him going- but his happy to rely on coffee for now.
He winces as he takes a sip, it’s just hot enough to slightly burn his throat as it goes down- “Jesus,” he mutters to himself, placing the mug back down on the table. “I have to find a new place because the coffee is absolute shit.”
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Ryker rolled his eyes, drunk people.
“You bumped into me,” he replied, holding firmly onto his own glass, making sure not to spill any of its content onto the floor- at these overpriced prices, he wasn’t planning on sharing, especially not with the floor. “I accept your non-apology though.”
Humming to herself, Cora grabbed the shot that she’d ordered, quickly downing it and setting the shot glass back on the bar. She wasn’t sure what number she was on at this point, only that she’d started doing shots earlier, and no one had exactly cut her off just yet, so why not order another one? She was about to do just that when she heard the song that had just started on the radio and she perked up. She loved this song, and she was in a mood, ready to dance to it. Getting up, she began humming along to it, moving to the dance floor and starting to dance, swaying her hips and running her hand through her hair; that was, until she moved to spin and crashed into someone.
“Hey, can’t you watch where you’re going?” She huffed out, at the person who’d caused her little dance party to stop.
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Ryker shrugged, “pitty maybe if you had a gun you’d actually stand a chance,” he scoffed, throwing the dark brunette a wink- “however,” he began, “I come in peace- at least for now,” he joked.
“Actually, you’ve walked right in on my practice time,” Destiny chuckled. While she started learning archery in her human life, it had been a light-hearted hobby, something she could do while she flirted with others of her station. Now, as a vampire, she continued working and learning, but now she tended to be more focused, more serious about it. It became a matter of self-defense. While she’d learned hand-to-hand, she would prefer to deal with problems at a distance … and no one expected an arrow. They were too busy looking for guns. “Did you plan on using the range or were you looking for me?”
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Ryker sighed, he loathed having to do these sort of remedial tasks- but he can’t exactly blame Bernie- it was all about clicks- that’s what fed the hand that allowed him to do what he actually wanted to be doing. “I was just asking if you’d seen what happened over there,” he repeated slowly, nudging his head in the direction of a car accident on the corner- “I work for the New Hampshire Gazette we’re just trying to get an idea of what happened...are you okay?”
he did anything he could to focus at home, tried to get work done there rather than leave to do his work but it wasn’t happening. which was why he found himself here, in public, finding it (for some odd reason) the only thing that could keep him focused on the writing his was doing. he was zoned out that he barely heard the other speak before he looked up hearing the words more clearer now, “uh what? i’m going to be completely honest i have no idea what you’re ever going on about.”
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Introduction post under the cut.
Apologies for posting super early/late but I won't be able to post a starter till this afternoon when I get back from work!
Hey! My name’s Laura, and this more importantly cause I’m sure that’s what you care about is Ryker, his a warlock, and a journalist from the New Hampshire Gazette. Ryker’s a curious soul- he seeks out the truth, leaves no stone unturned- his loyal to a tee, but stubborn to the point where at times he just can’t let go- even when his brain is screaming at him too. Ryker believes in the natural order- always has and always will... his also a compulsive work alcoholic, who tends to sleep less in favour of power naps and coffee.
Short synopsis -
Name: Ryker Anderson
Age: 24
Soulmate mark: waves
Nickname: Ry, Anderson.
Song: Insomniac by IMAX
Species: warlock
Traits: Loyal and stubborn
Job: Journalist
Siblings: one, younger sister (name: Ophelia)
Parents: father (dead), mother (alive)
Alliance: Joseph Emir Cook && the witches coven
Anyway! I hope to flesh him out more, as time goes on- feel free to contact take me if you wanna plot, I’m literally buzzing to start.
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