RYESON SAVAGE
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MR. RIGHT
I wanna jump the queue
Posts: 20
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 11/11/1986
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Student
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Post by RYESON SAVAGE on Aug 19, 2013 20:37:49 GMT -8
| There came a time when one regretted not telling someone something until the last second, because the backlash was simply not worth it. Ryeson was suffering this right now. Oh no, not to do with Naomi not knowing about his adopted kid – though knowing he was lass then half an hour away from telling her did make him a tad nervous – no, this was about the adopted daughter herself. He'd told her he was going to go out on another date, which had promptly been followed by some complaints but they were mostly in passing. He'd waited until he was about halfway through getting ready to ask if she wanted to come, making it sound as nonchalant as possible, hoping his habit of being bad at lying about things not business-related wasn't showing. Luckily, she was too shocked to notice the fact his voice sounded painfully forced into casual. The uproar of hyper that followed was to be expected, but still not welcome. He wasn't left alone for the rest of his preparation, got bombarded with questions he was sure had been asked three times already (which he had never answered hence why they were being asked again), and in general by the time the clocked ticked down to the time Naomi should be close to arriving, he walked out of the apartment, shutting the door in the kid's face before she could leave, and ordered her to stay while he went to to go speak to the front desk. He was also slightly concerned about inviting her to his apartment, as well – mostly out of the fact that it wouldn't have been too hard to go pick her up, but he'd mentioned that the place he had in mind to go was within a ten minute drive from where he was, so it was probably convenient for her to come there. She'd mentioned being able to hitch a ride, but it wasn't a short trip from wherever she lived to his apartment complex, from the sounds of it. There wasn't much he could do about it now, though, so he gave the front desk a warning that someone would be arriving for him and that she was safe to let up and not to stop and give her a 'random check'. He made it back up to his room within a few minutes and reached out to open his door, but thought twice, hand pausing right over the knob. Hannah was in there. Did he want to deal with that for what could possibly be another half hour of his adopted daughter? Nope. And with that decided he turned on his heel and leaned his weight against the wall next to his door, fishing his phone out of his pocket to listen to music while he waited for Naomi to arrive, resigned to his fate. Besides, may be better to warn her of the incoming bombardment before I let it loose.
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NAOMI IRVING
Civilian
Student Stripper
Posts: 41
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Sept 16, 2013 14:04:00 GMT -8
Another date, Naomi once again found herself excited to go out with Ryeson. This would be their.. oh she wasn’t sure third? Fourth date? To be fair Naomi had not been countings, with both her work and school schedule it was hard for them to find a day where they could meet up and spend some time together. By day she was a hard working student, by night she took off her clothes for the entertainment of others. Ryeson on the other hand did both school and work, but other than what he selectively told her, she did not know much about his job or major. While she was busy thinking about what she did and did not know about her date she was also at a lost on what to wear. Her room looked like a small disaster had hit and made itself home in her closet.
She was trying to make a choice but for Naomi when it came to dressing for a date she was never quick about it. She stood in the middle of her room, clothes scattered all over, from the bed to the couch. She was wrapped in a soaked baby blue towel, standing in the middle of her room and officially dumbfounded by how many items of clothes she owned and how nothing worked out. Her eyes caught sight of a piece of paper that was castaway on her one and only desk. It had Ryeson’s address and the time she was meant to meet him there. She paused and stared at the paper. ’Did.. did that say one? Shit! With realizing that she would be late if she did not hurry out she picked out an outfit, one she thought would go well with the area and rushed out the door.
She had told Ryeson that she could have gotten a ride to his place no problem, but when she bugged a few people for a ride, all her friends just happened to have a set of plans already. This was probably the only day that she was fine with the fact that her father was stubborn. He paid for the vespa that she hardly used, even paid for the garage that it was housed in a few blocks away. She would reluctantly leave the house, take a walk to where her vespa was housed and then ride it the long way to Ryeson’s place. Even with her worry about time she did back it a good 20 minutes before the expected time, though what would happen next might have stolen all her time away.
When Naomi first realized how close she was her mind could not wrap around just how much a apartment in the area might cost. Things were starting to click, and not for anything good. So Ryeson had some money, easy to tell from the area, he was studying business and worked with other men in suits. Maybe he was a mobster, or his parents was some type of royalty that was trying to give their son a “normal” life. The royalty idea would at least explain the random girls that would openly ogle him. She made an abrupt stop when she realized that she had found the building she was looking for. It was huge and Naomi just sat there looking at the front door with her mouth hanging. ’This is a joke right? No one I would know would live like this?..’ and then she thought about her father. ’Except him..’ Maybe that was it, maybe her father was setting her up with some rich guy? Probably a lawyer, those were good at lying. While she was off in her own little dream land a young man came up to her and started asking her some questions.
“May I help you?”
”Oh..umm.. no, I am just here to see my b..” On second thought that might not be a good idea. ”My friend.
“Of course miss, may I ask the name of who you are here to see?”
”Ryeson...”
“Ah! Mr. Savage, yes the front desk informed us that you would be coming. If you would be so kind to hand me the keys I can park your vehicle for you.”
Those words along had Naomi just staring at the guy like he had grown a third head, park her, what? They expected her how? Naomi could not for the life of her wrap around what was going on, but found herself doing just as the man asked. He was even nice enough to ask her to wait and that he would escort her inside and show to the elevators and direct her where to go. The next few minutes just went by in a flash and the next thing she knew, she was stepping out of the elevator onto what she was told was Rye’s floor. She took a deep breath and then headed in the direction of his apartment, quite surprised when she was met with Ryeson standing in the hall.
This was it, he was going to open the door and her father would be there, or a wife, or… Naomi was working herself up at the worse time. She took another deep breath and then smiled to greet her date. ”So… nice building, is this just chance, or were you waiting out here for me for a specific reason?”
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RYESON SAVAGE
Civilian
MR. RIGHT
I wanna jump the queue
Posts: 20
MINI INFO - GENDER: Male
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 11/11/1986
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Student
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Post by RYESON SAVAGE on Sept 29, 2013 20:19:13 GMT -8
| He suspected meeting her out in the hall looked less than innocent, to be fair, so when she seemed...less than enthusiastic to meet him there, he didn't blame her. Nevertheless, he gave her a brief grin, hoping any other family meeting that may or may not happen went easier. ' They won't' his brain told him helpfully, thinking briefly of his mother...the sole reason for his fame. Yeah that would be fun. “ Well to be fair I did have to leave the apartment for a bit to run do something, but just, didn't go back in. For uh...” he paused, thinking how to word it. ' There isn't a way to word it, you're good at blunt roll with that, stop being a businessman for two seconds, goddamn.' “ A specific reason, yeah.” he admitted, motioning at the door with one hand, but in an indicative way, hoping she wouldn't take it as a sign to go in. Just in case, he pushed himself off the wall and stood partway in front of it, one foot and half his leg obstructing the door. He took one very deep, long breath, before jumping in. “ So, there's a sorta big thing I need to show you. I haven't really...specified it before, even though it's kinda a big deal I guess.” ' Well, I have, but you've heard 'my niece', not 'my adopted daughter'. Which...there is a significant difference in, even if that is her technical blood relation.' “ I figured now's a good a time as any to show you.” And before he could carry on talking to postpone it (and in turn probably end up going off on an entirely different subject), he gave her a brief concerned expression, before turning, unlocking his door, and swung it open. He was surprised when it swung open and he wasn't met with a whirlwind of blonde coming out to see, and with a caution of someone about to anger a bear if they made too much noise, he took a few tentative steps into the apartment, peeking to his left to check the kitchen first. Nothing. His eyes swept over the living room beyond, which was less than tidy with Hannah having not bothered to clean up nor turn off the television as she went to get ready alongside him. His eyes narrowed. “ Han-” he was immediately interrupted by the door behind the dining room bursting open, and a seven year old with an annoyed expression popping out, a paper in one hand, pen in the other, and a backpack full of god knows what at her back as she gave her father a look. “Where did you go, you just left me up here, what if I'd done something like...smeared paint on my walls or...” her argument stopped when she realized Ryeson was followed by Naomi, and her irritated expression vanished to one of surprise. There was a split second of silence as he gauged if she was going into another tangent or not, and when he assumed it was safe, he motioned to Naomi. “ Hell child, Naomi, Naomi-” he motioned at the blonde girl “ Hannah, my improbably manageable daughter.”
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NAOMI IRVING
Civilian
Student Stripper
Posts: 41
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Oct 16, 2013 19:59:55 GMT -8
At least he could tell that she was having a bit of trouble believing that this was really where he lived, and to add to that, he had been waiting for her in the hall. At least he had a reason for it, if he had told her that he was there by chance Naomi would have probably turned and walked away. At least with a reason she felt a bit better that he was just standing there, so now all she needed was his reason and then move on from there.
At first Naomi’s mind had went to the wrong place as Ryeson explained that he had something big to show her. She had experienced many man using very odd tricks to get her to sleep with them, so to her defence this had felt like one of those times. Though after thinking about Rye and how he was, she decided that he was not that type of guy. So what was the thing he wanted to show her? Maybe he was some murder, though to go that far was just jumping to insane conclusions. Instead Naomi guessed that maybe he was married and he wanted her to “meet the family” though that was just strange and wrong. Never did it cross her mind that he was a single father, at least not until the young girl came from around the corner.
A smile was formed on her face as she saw the girl and heard her cue voice as she demanded to know where in the world her father had ran off to. Now Naomi felt a lot better about why he was waiting and what he had been hiding from her. She could deal with this, though it would be her first time dating a single dad, but she had a feeling she could handle it easy enough. Naomi moved passed Ryeson and took to bending to her keen so that she could be shorter for Hannah. ”Hello sweetheart, a pleasure to meet you Hannah. What do you have there?” She pointed out the pen and paper, a good topic started if anything else. Naomi ignored Rye in favor for Hannah’s attention, which was probably a good thing for the guy.
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