RҮÐЄЯ ▩ ĿYИИ ▩ ₳LÐЄŊ
❝ The rumble of the bike under Ryder was beginning to become annoying, and the Helmet was starting to feel stuffy. Granted, she had been on the thing for the past few hours. Why she had decided to ride it to New Orleans of all places was beyond her. She had a car, hell, it would have made more sense than sending for her luggage. But, the idea of riding on the open road sounded nice to her at the time. It was only now that her back and butt were aching did she realize that her idea had been pretty damn stupid. Luckily, her destination wasn’t too far off. She almost excited to be there, if she could be bothered to be excited about anything at all. Ryder finally arrived, through the old iron gates and to the even older looking home. It was old, could have been a plantation if Ryder didn’t know any better she would have said it was one. After all, New Orleans didn’t exactly have a clean ledger when it came to past slavery. She hit the breaks in front of the front door, piling a little bit of gravel in front of her back wheel. Somehow it seemed to escape her mind that she was blocking the entire driveway- not that she exactly cared about any of that. Kickstand down, bike off, Ryder dismounted the bike and pulled the full mask helmet from her head. The Crotch Rocket gleamed in the sun, reflecting speckles of pretty metallic black onto the porch of the home as the girl shook her hair out with the aide of the wind. With her backpack now slouched onto one shoulder, and the helmet set on the back seat of the bike, she began to walk up the stairs while removing her gloves from her fingers. However, she paused as something above caught her eye, but there was nothing there except for a curtain waving in the breeze. Odd. For a second she stared upwards before moving on inside the house.
“Ladies…” she greeted sarcastically as she saluted at the outdated portraits of women lining the inner walls. Some faces were familiar, while others were not. She didn’t see anyone, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out the bedrooms were upstairs and she should probably look into finding one. She half stepped backwards and up the stairs she went. However she wasn’t so lucky as to escape the headmistress. The woman was smack dab infront of her with one of those sickly sweet smiles.
“Miss. Alden! It’s so nice to see you decided to join us. Room four, dear.”
That voice! God, it was like nails on chalk board. What a deluded sap. She felt a hand on her shoulder, starting to lead her to this room four which only sparked a raised eyebrow. “I can manage without the leash, I’m sure.” She stated, batting the hand away and stalking down the hall to four. There was nobody else there yet, and it gave her the pick of the beds. However, they looked equally uncomfortable and ancient. It wasn’t the room that interested her, though. It was the open door across the hall. There was footsteps in there and a blonde figure moving and unpacking.
Ryder dropped her bag off on one of the beds, removed her shoes before taking the steps to the other bedroom quietly until she was perched in the doorway, watching the other girl closely. She hadn’t noticed Ryder yet, and that was fine. It gave her a chance to observe the other girl. Smirking she sauntered behind her, and breathed slightly down her neck while she put her lips near the other’s ear.
“What did you do to get the room all to yourself? Finger ******** a box troll?” the words slipped her tongue without so much as a second thought. Vulgar, yes, but rather amusing to the dark haired girl. ❞
