One on One g/g (OPEN)

(I’m interested :)

(Alrighty, same here)

Name: Ryan (Ry) Sparrow
Age: 18
Sexuality: bi
Appearance: Darker skin and a skinner frame, Ryan stands at about 5’6” and has a lithe muscle structure. She’s oddly strong for her size. She has little curve, and a natural light pink hue to her cheeks. Ryan has piercing amber eyes and black hair that’s cut short like a pixie but shaved on the left side , the ends of the strands dyed a dark purple that’s almost unnoticeable. She rarely smiles, but when she does, it’s usually crooked yet somewhat charming, and she has a scar down the left side of her forehead.
Personality: Closed off and extremely threatening to those she feels intimidated by, but to those she cares about, she seems like the most timid and caring person ever. Ryan is extremely protective, and doesn’t overthink things. She doesn’t show emotion often, but she will tell you how she feels outright, even if she doesn’t express it with action.
Backstory: (I think I’ll leave this tbd, but I know her parents left her little brother and her at a young age, and she has had to care for her little brother ever since she was nine.)
Other: (tbd)

(Alright. Although I might not be able to get my passage in tonight— it’s already pretty late for me. I’ll get mine up tomorrow morning, probably :)

Ryan stacked a couple chips on the poker table, holding her hand of cards close. Her face gave no hint of unease— the perfect poker stature she had perfected. Upon having all bets in, the majority of the table folded, leaving her and three other members the only people left playing. Reluctantly, another folded, and then there were three. Carefully they all showed their hands, Ryan the one having the highest. The other members grumbled as she wiped the chips from the table, leaving them now on her side. All the while, her expression never changed.

Ryan stood from the table, pushing her chips aside to the next person. It was an odd move, but she wasn’t a greedy person. Nor did she care.
She kept the same expression, following Alex down the hallway. It was unusual, considering she had talked to the guy only a few times before, but she didn’t seem to be worried at all.

Ryan just nodded, her face stoic. She figured it would be some kind of ex-criminal, or a psychopath she had to keep from going ballistic. She’d never heard about one in the gang, or why they would be important, but if it was work offered to her, she’d take it without question.
So she just silently agreed, waiting for next instructions.

Ryan resisted the urge to raise her eyebrows, or even show how surprised she was regardless. Babysitter? Who was this girl?
She let out a stiff, “Yes, sir,” but otherwise stayed still and quiet. Her eyes danced over the girl tied to the chair, taking in her deep black hair and dark eyes. Her eyes then flicked back up to Alex, and she gave him an affirmative nod.

Ryan watched as Alex left, then turned her gaze back to Caterina as the girl spoke.
“It’s not my given name,” she mumbled in reply, her expression left unchanging. “You can call me Ryan.”
She stood sort of facing to the side, not fully to the girl in the chair, her hands held limp at her sides. Her jacket fell around her hands, due to it being slightly more baggy than she meant it. Her amber eyes still locked on the girl, unreadable.

Ryan watched as she tried to leave, then ended up back where she started. Her face seemed hollow, having no emotion whatsoever.
“You might want to stay here for a while,” Ryan said quietly, her voice deeper. “At least until you’re sober. You won’t get far in that state.”

“Glad you have high expectations,” Ryan uttered, no hint of sarcasm— or anything, rather— in her voice. She kept herself still, her eyes still locked on Cat’s.

“I have orders to keep you here,” Ryan said, her voice slightly biting this time, adding a little more force to the words. “Or at least, keep you in the house.”
In reality, Ryan had no clue what to do. What did people normally do? What was her job here? Just keep the girl company and stop her from leaving? Ryan normally spent her days working non-stop, or being with the gang. She didn’t know what people normally did on their downtime.

Ryan quickly stepped forward, grabbing the girl’s shoulder to help steady her. She gently receded, holding out a hand instead, in case Cat wanted someone to help.
“Relatively new,” Ry replied, glancing down to her own hand. It was littered with small rough patches and scars from working at the construction site a few blocks away. It payed good, and it wasn’t hard. Besides the gang, it was the majority of the money she received.

“Why’s that?” Ryan asked, although her voice held no fluctuation of question. She let herself get tugged along, not bothering to walk her own path at all.