There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
Consuming... Confusing...
This lack of self-control I fear is never ending
Controlling... I can't seem to find myself again
Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ Ƨ Ƈ ƧRyder had decided to try again at the night club. Although this time, he was sure to make sure that he didn't take any possible snacks outside. He really doesn't need to risk seeing her again, or having any sort of reunions with anyone. Besides, he was really in need for a fun night, and surely there's someone here who can help with that...
His eyes soon zoomed across the floor to see a young woman, vampire at that, sitting on the couch while someone left, heading towards the bar. Normally humans are Ryder's preference, with their easy manipulations, but today he felt like taking on a challenge. He walked up to the human who was with the woman and took the drinks out of hand. The look in his eyes clearly said to not bother fighting. Ryder headed off to the vampiress and smiled at her as he offered her her drink. "Sorry, but it seems your friend had something needed to take care of. So I offered to bring this to you."
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Character: Ryder St. John
Actions: "Ryder talking", Ryder thinking, "Other people talking", Telepathy
Appearance:
Face Claim: Shane West
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Lyrics: Crawling by Linkin Park
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