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Post by Ryan Annalise Nicole King on Jul 21, 2015 21:25:46 GMT -5
  It was a rare day when Ryan wasn’t working late at Three Kings or goofing off with the group there. It was a well known fact that the group of them were notorious nerds. Ryan had lost count how many times they argued over this superhero or that one, found themselves in lightsaber fights and all sorts of geeky situations. But she had no late appointments and all her clean up was done, too. Only half the group was even there anyway so Ryan opted to head out to find something else to do. She would have gone to the zoo but she’d actually finished compiling all the data she needed for her dissertation. Her doctorate was within her grasp, she just needed to read it over once more, get her mother’s suggestions before no doubt ignoring them completely and sending it off. Then it would be a waiting game and Ryan hated those.
Instead of either, Ryan found herself at the far end of the park, away from the zoo. She knew if she went there, she would be pulled into doing something somewhere. She was her mother’s daughter after all, she knew better than most how to handle the animals of the Central Park Zoo. But she didn’t want work, even if she loved it a lot. No, Ryan wanted to spend some time with her sketchbook and prismacolour pencils. She kept up a steady conversation via text message with a few different people but only two asked where she was and only Damion was even in New York. She first met him when he’d come in to get a piece worked out. She’d been standing around, joking with the girls at the front desk about the boys in the back as they were known to do.
And since then, they’d kept in touch, texting each other and hanging out when they had the time to. It was fun and Ryan always enjoyed herself. Ryan had always loved going out for a night though, since she’d been old enough to hit the clubs. She didn’t need the alcohol to break out of her shell like some people did but it did slow her already lax filters when she did add drinks to the mix. New York was great though. There was so much to do, so much to be a part of. Ryan completely understood why her father had left Montana for it. Her only issue was like everywhere else on the planet when you didn’t have a mind-reading assistant at your disposal, coffee wasn’t a finger snap away. And Ryan was really into the sketch she was doing of the park at sunset to pack up and go back out of the park just to get herself her favourite coffee with just a little too much sugar, double espresso and the caramel and vanilla shots she adored so much.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2015 11:32:35 GMT -5
New York had been an amazing move for Damion. He thought San Francisco had been a great move from Rhode Island, and it had been. But New York was ten times better than both of them. He actually felt like he belonged here. There were all sorts of people in New York. There were so many things to do in New York. There were so many opportunities here. He had made so many new friends, new gigs, new interests. He had even gotten a new tattoo or seven while he was here. Sure, he might have had a small addiction to tattoos, but that's how he expressed himself, other than with his music. When he had been researching tattoo artists, he met Ryan. She had done an amazing new piece on his leg, and he had started hanging around the tattoo shop more and more. The people there had been fun and nice, and they were everything Damion wanted in new friends. They all knew how to have a good time and how to keep things light and fun, just like he liked to do. He was able to crack jokes with them, and they would instantly crack up. He was able to be his nerdy self, and they would instantly join in. So, when Ryan asked him to hang out with her today, he was all for it. He threw on some clean clothes, well, clothes he smelled that smelled clean, and off he went to Central Park.
On his way to Central Park, he stopped to get them food. Since Damion was constantly eating, he figured it would be nice to get Ryan something to snack on as well. So, he picked up an assortment of chips and cheese crackers, along with an assortment of candies. He got himself an energy drink, and he got Ryan a cup of coffee, just like she liked it: caramel and vanilla shots, two shots of espresso, and he also got her a bunch of sugar packets because he honestly wasn't sure how much she liked in it. He had been around her enough to know her favorite drink, just like he knew his siblings favorite drinks. He put everything (aside from the coffee) in his backpack, and off he went, looking for the brown-haired girl.
Once he found her, he sat next to her, handing her the coffee. He reached into his backpack and pulled out his drink plus a bag of BBQ chips. He crunched down on one, chugging back some of his drink before he spoke to Ryan. Once he swallowed, he nodded and looked at her with a smile.
"Figured you could use something to drink. I also have a backpack full of snacks and stuff, in case you get hungry while I sit here and munch."
He told her, looking out at the scenery.
"Did something around us inspire your art today, or is it just something in your head you're getting down on paper?"
He asked, taking another drink of his overly sweet Monster energy drink.
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Post by Ryan Annalise Nicole King on Sept 8, 2015 20:37:15 GMT -5
Ryan had too much of her father’s traveling spirit in her soul and it had been obvious from the time she’d been quite small and it had only grown in the tattoo artist as she did. She had the need to get out in the world, to explore all there was to see; which was how she’d found herself in New York; just like her father. She found she loved the city quite a bit and enjoyed living in such an exciting place. She loved the incredible apartment she’d found,s he loved the people she worked with, hell she adored the people who came in wanting to add to their collection of ink, or for their very first tattoo. Ryan had a collection she was constantly adding to. She’d been under the gun of everyone in the shop, including Ainsley who’d needed the practice and Ryan had the perfect, little piece that was perfect for a trial. It had been in a good spot so if she had made a mistake, it would have been easy enough to take care of. But she’d done a beautiful job.
Eventually she knew she would return to Montana but unlike her father, it wouldn’t be to stay. She loved them, had their spirit coursing through her veins but she wasn’t them. She needed to be free from the stares and the whispers that haunted her small hometown whenever she was around. It had all haunted from the moment she’d gotten her first piercing and followed her ghost well after she’d left the state behind. In New York, she wasn’t some sort of freak show, she was just another person on the street and she loved that more than anything else about the city. She could stand to learn a couple lessons, though, like not getting so invested in the drawing she was doing, falling into it so deeply she didn’t notice anyone around her. She didn’t even notice Damion sit down beside her because her phone’s unique text message ring hadn’t sounded to even let her know he was going to stop by the park to keep her company.
She could be drawn into her work so easily, especially when shew as on a roll and the work she was creating was coming from her pencils so smoothly. And the only reason she even knew Damion was there was because a flyaway piece of hair fell into her face and she couldn’t focus on the drawing in her lap. She’d tilted her head up to push the strand of hair out of her eyes and spotted him heading towards her. If that pesky piece of hair hadn’t fallen, he would have been sitting or standing by her and she wouldn’t even had noticed him unless he poked her to get her attention. She’d been known to not even hear people talking to her in the past. “You, dear wonderful man are a Godsend!” She exclaimed, accepting the hot beverage from him and taking a tentative sip. She was very particular about her coffee. Satisfied it was to her standards, she smiled at Damion. “You got any Twizzlers in there?” She asked, curiously looking over at his backpack herself. Ryan shook her head. She was an artist first and foremost so she drew inspiration from just about everything around her. Today wasn’t anything in particular, she had just sat down and put her pencil to the sketchbook paper and let the pencil and her hand do all the work while her mind wandered freely. "Nope." She said brightly.
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