Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
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The rumbling of her baby's engine soothed the stress and anger that Ryanne was feeling as she found herself traveling the long and confusing roads of Alabama. She had been on the road for just over a year now, exorcising, solving and slicing her way across the many different states, just to pass time and do what she loves, trying to forget about the state of her father and the loss of the rest of her family members, including her mother and sister. She still has nightmares of their deaths but she can't do much of anything to try and stop them from occurring.
It's only been the last few weeks where she has practically been on the road for the whole journey, barely stopping for rests and food, all because she caught wind of a rumour that the demon, who had practically annihilated her family, is roaming the state of Alabama.
Shaking off her inner musings, she noticed that she had arrived in a little town, just an hours drive away from where the demon had last been spotted. Ryanne quickly looked left and right before turning into the nearest motel and quickly cut the engine. Hopping off her bike, she lifted her wrist to see the time, noticing it was quarter past one. Ryanne left her Harley and checked herself into a room.
Once she had entered, she had a quick look around, and although it wasn't perfect, it would do for her purposes. She threw her bag down and quickly stripped herself of all leather and stepped into the shower, hoping to wash away all of the stress she was feeling as well as the dust and sweat from traveling.
After stepping out and drying herself, she threw on some denim shorts, a white tank and a red checked shirt over the top, slipping her feet into walking boots. Looking at herself she realised she blended in with the town quite nicely and with a final nod to the mirror, she grabbed her phone, purse and keys and headed out.
Ryanne found herself sitting outside a little cafe with a cool glass of lemonade surveying the people around her. She was jealous of them. They could all lead normal lives and remain blissfully unaware of the real dangers out there.
She felt a pain in her calf and immediately knew it was cramp. She always got them after long rides and so they were not often. However,since catching wind of Liam being around, she had been getting them a lot more often because of the extra time on the road. Now, she normally would have checked for people before she stretched out into the street, this time however, she did not wait because the pain was unbearable. The next thing she felt was a weight kicking her leg and then landing half on it. She looked down to see a man sprawled on the floor, "Erm, sorry love are you alright?"
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Days just sort of blend eventually when you become a nomadic hunter, though Adam doesn't know if they all experience the same thing. Its' hard to understand the philosphy of the profession, its hard to understand it in general. Apparently there is gray areas nowadays, Hunters finding common ground with some creatures. Adam likes to think hes' still in version 1.0 and hasn't caught up to speed with the 5.5 users, if that makes any sense hopefully this will-- Black and white. How can you not see black and white when it comes to Angels and Demons, and everything else in-between.
Its' not saying much to be a Ghoul or a Spirit, they don't belong, and someone needs to take care of them. Since this underground world of the Supernatural is such a well guarded secret it falls upon those who know of it to do something about it, now that Adam knows he can't really ingnore it. Though its' not his calling, it was his fathers, it was the Winchester calling. Despite not having enough Club Z points to join the gang, he finds himself knee deep in the shit anyway starting with his mothers death.
Now picture Alabama.
Adam has been tracking the demon since state line, though thats not saying much since he leaves a deliberate trail, as if he wants to be found. Adam might not be the most experienced tool in the shed, but he knows a thing or two about traps-- Averting the Ghouls who killed his mother and all. This smelt like a trap, and sulfur, can't forget the sulfur.
The town was small and quaint, been there for two days and the people seemed nice enough. Research on the towns demon activity brought him to no specific leads, the demon itself seems to not have left, why it was here and what it was waiting for was beyond Adam's comprehension. Adam was outside of a diner, his pen tapping furiously at his notes and paper cut outs. The day was nice enough and the breeze was refreshing for a change, sort of rejuvenated his fatigue. It was hard to wrap his head around this demon case, as hes' kept away from any unwanted confrontations with them he finds himself at a loss here. Why he decided to hunt this one was beyond him, could be because it happened to be the thing on his mind at the time-- Information pumping for Sam and Dean seems to have dried up, at least from people and other Hunters. Time to try a different route, Demons. Demons knew things, spoke of things, sure they were lying sons of a bitches but he wouldn't be surprised if they had Winchester on the brain.
Adam couldn't think, his head hurt and he felt a little mucky. He had been awake since he had gotten into town, not even bother checking into a hotel. He needed a bit of a pick-me up so he headed inside of the diner to the bathroom, where he immediately turned on the taps and started to drowned his face into cupped hands of water, splashing and rubbing.
Spitting some excess water from his mouth he peered into the mirror. He could see his mother, smiling at him sometimes when things looked bleak. Despite being absent a lot due to work, she was the only constant thing in his life and he appreciated her for that, he was left to fend for his own supper and make his own lunches for school for most of his life but that was no biggie, he could make do. His mother tried to provide for them, and she did her best. But what does she get? Killed, by monsters. Sometimes, he sees that too, unable to help her, too afraid to stand on his own. He was surprised that the kitchen cutlery did the trick, good thing they were silver. Adam got lucky, two ghouls. Lucky indeed.
After momentary self-reflection in the mirror Adam headed out once more, moving over to his table he was caught off guard by a sudden extend of a leg which caused him to face plant to the concrete floor of the diner's outside patio area. Wasn't the most painful thing in the world, though face-planting rarely was enjoyable and it stung a little. Scoffing some air a bit, as the wind was momentarily knocked out of him he turned around at the sound of a voice.
Upon looking up he tilted his head to the side, peering up at what one would cheesily say be an Angel, if he wanted to pick her up-- Or get kicked while already down. Though what he saw was a young woman possibly no older nor younger then he. Her voice had an accent to it, English possibly? Probably, Adam was never really good with telling accents apart.
"Erm, sorry love are you alright?"
"Perfectly fine, thanks for the help. Think we showed the concrete who's boss." He touched his nose a bit to make sure it was going to start bleeding, he blinked a couple of times and moved his nose and lips about to make sure his face was still working all right. Never know, one day you might not be able to waggle your eyebrows anymore-- For a Winchester that might prove disastrous.
When she arrived, Ryanne had no plans on only talking to people that were necessary. Those being the receptionist at the motel and the servers in the diner and bar. However, that plan was seemingly shot to smithereens when she tripped the man up. She couldn't not apologise to him because that would be rude.
Odd. That was the first thing she thought when she laid eyes on him. He wasn't strange looking but there was an intenseness about him, something she couldn't place, something not normal. She knew for a fact that he wasn't a demon, simply because she muttered Christo under her breath but she was still wary of him.
Refocussing her gaze onto the immediate vicinity, she noticed that the man was still sprawled out on the floor. She didn't say anything except for raise her eyebrows as she accepted her lemonade from her waitress, and sipped it.
"Perfectly fine, thanks for the help. Think we showed the concrete who's boss."
Ryanne's eyebrow shot up and she gave him a strange look, 'okay, i knew he was strange, but this is just down right silly.' "Yeah, we did didn't we?" Although she seemed to be making an effort, every thought and instinct was telling her to shutup and get on with ordering, however, her body seemed to be disconnected from her brain altogether. She slid off of her chair and crouched next to the man, looking at his face. "You'lllive, no permanent damage done."
Knowing that he was alright, she pushed herself back up and into her chair, crossing her legs and continued to peruse the menu. She wasn't trying to be rude but in all honesty she had better things to do than ensure a man is okay after being tripped over by a woman. Better things being formulating a plan to track, trap and send Liam back to hell.
Just the thought of him had her angry and she suddenly lost her appetite. Sighing, she slouched in her chair, deciding to soak up the sunshine whilst she can, trying to tan up her incredibly white legs.
"Is there anything I can get you?"
She looked up when the voice spoke and the shadow fell across the upper half of her body. Tilting her head slightly she saw a youngish waitress, seemingly bored and getting more than irate at the length of time it was taking for her to reply, "Yes there is." Ryanne smiled knowing that would annoy her more, but to be fair, she wasn't in the mood for attitude, "I'll have another lemonade please, with ice."She expected the waitress to go but she didn't and so she spoke in a dismissive and patronising way, waving her hand for a effect,"That will be all love."
The young hunter looked up and down the street and her eyes caught the most beautiful piece of machinery she had ever laid eyes on, second to only her baby. Her eyes narrowed and she leaned forward in order to get a better look. It was quite a while away from the diner, but she could still make it out for what it was.
Adam was fine, he also had a second party clarify that. He sat up and scratched the back of his head, and then fully stood dusting off his pants. He frowned a bit as his condition but again it was nothing big, he just-- Didn't really much like falling on his face, then again who does? After she made sure he was ok she seemed to go about whatever she was doing before, he sort of frowned a bit but what was he expecting? Some sort of coddling and some begging for forgiveness? She tripped him, he fell, she said sorry, he was ok, that was that. Adam shook his head after she decided to continue with her order, a little rude to the waitress but nothing seemed to jump out at Adam telling him to stay, she wasn't out to get him so she obviously wasn't a demon. Just a simple accident.
He moved away from his brief encounter of the young woman after a few moments and headed back to his table to collect his notes. Obviously he shouldn't leave them lying about unattended, not like people would believe anything he was writing anyway, could pass it off as a creative writing class or some crap like that.
After folding the papers into his note book he grabbed his helmet from his chair and moved over across the street to sit on his bike. Making sure everything was packed in his side bags, and that everyone else was secure he began strapping on his helmet when he caught the gaze of the woman across the street. She was squinting, leaning forward. Intently. At a moments glance one might think she was staring at the most beautiful young man she had ever seen, Adam almost got a stupid smirk before really following her eye.
His bike?
Adam looked at his surroundings then down at his bike. Blinking several times, he didn't strap on his helmet just yet but he did rev it up and drive across the street to the curb where he could easily speak to the young woman who was staring at his bike. He stopped and smiled a bit, he looked up at the sky and then down again, speaking finally.
"You know, a guy can mistaken that sort of stare for something else. I'm guessing you're a biker girl?" He tilted his head to the side, he didn't know why he bothered striking up conversation but he wasn't really a bike person himself. It just seemed like the thing to steal at the time, maybe she can indirectly tell him something handy he might need to know in the future if he was going to keep this baby around.
Once the man had left, she gulped down half of her new lemonade, the heat of the sun finally starting to get to her. Ryanne wasn't used to this kind of heat at all, she lived in England. Yes it got hot, but definitely not as hot as this especially, for late afternoon early evening. She finished her drink just as she noticed the servers starting to clean the inside and the last few customers trickling out. She checked her watch and noticed it was 5pm. 'Huh, they're closing a little early...' She stood up and entered the building to pay, leaving a fairly large tip to apologise for her rudeness to the waitress.
Stepping out of the heat, she wished she hadn't put on her check shirt and quickly shed it from her person. Ryanne started to walk along the path when she heard a rumbling. She knew the rumbling purr of that engine and looked up when it stopped right next to her. She looked up and to the side and noticed it was the man that she had tripped up.
"You know, a guy can mistaken that sort of stare for something else. I'm guessing you're a biker girl?"
Her gaze ripped away from the bike and to what she could see of his face through the helmet, scoffed and muttered to herself, "Men and their bloody egos." She knew it was a hot bike and she couldn't help admire at how well the man that sat astride it, suited it. "Huh, you figured that out from the clear admiration on my face. We'll make a fine detective out of you Sherlock." Ryanne moved closer to the bike and reached a hand out to touch it, caress the chrome and the bit of leather seat she could reach. "This is a gorgeous bike, I have one myself actually but I had to leave her at the motel, didn't want her overheating."
Ryanne's eyes locked with the man's and she had no idea as to why should would ramble on. She never rambles, ever, and it shocked her how easily she could do it to a man whom she doesn't know the name of, let alone met before. "So what possessed you to bring yourself and your bike over to little old me. Good old fashion ego boost? Hoping to get swooned over? You could have just carried on riding you know." She arched her brow and smirked anticipating his reply.
However, she did regret asking the question because she wanted to get back to her motel room and carry on researching and pinpointing possible locations where Liam could be residing in the next town.
Last Edit: May 18, 2010 13:44:55 GMT -8 by Deleted
Adam's brow raised when the girl approached after his comment, further admiring his ride. She had a way about her, seemed a little rather rude but some people are just like that. He didn't figure it was due to some sort of English stereotype, she just didn't seem like a bucket full of sunshine. Her look was something entirely different from her personality, or as much as he had gathered from briefly speaking to her. The way she looked at the bike, and briefly at him, he could tell she wasn't just an empty pail but there was defiantly something off. He had a half a mind spilling some holy water on her, but he didn't want to set her off or anything-- Plus, I mean, her wet might make her think he did it for some other particular reason. Even after explaining, she might think of him a pervert or just plain crazy. Regardless, he remained unmoved about the possibility she was a little less then human.
"Huh, you figured that out from the clear admiration on my face. We'll make a fine detective out of you Sherlock." She spoked, defiantly sarcasm. It was not lost on Adam, though here merely shrugged and shook his head.
"All great detectives gotta start somewhere, glad that you see the potential in me to state then obvious. My favorite game, sarcasm would be a close second." Adam couldn't help but watch the woman trail her hand along the chrome of his bike, feeling her hand close to his body when she touched the leather seat. He couldn't help but think her hands running elsewhere, though that could just be the isolation of the lonely journey behind him and ahead speaking. One has to think how Hunters cope with their way of life having brief connections to human life, then again not all Hunters are nomadic people. At least some of the ones he met weren't.
"This is a gorgeous bike, I have one myself actually but I had to leave her at the motel, didn't want her overheating." So it was true, she was a biker kinda girl. Figures. Sort of hot, and sort of English wasn't she? Wait did she say Motel? So she wasn't from around here, though maybe the whole accent should have clued him in on that though you never know right? Was she the thing he was tracking? He doubted it, unless it caught on he was following it. This was too public of an area, he'd make sure to make a mental note at all of the motels in town, can't be a lot.
"Ah, biker girl. Knew it." Adam made a in the air check mark, as if clarifying that he was right and it was a small point for him. If only to add a little humor into the mix, normally Adam wasn't buckets of sunshine himself but if she was a demon then he needed to act less broody and a little more seemingly oblivious to the world around him.
"So what possessed you to bring yourself and your bike over to little old me. Good old fashion ego boost? Hoping to get swooned over? You could have just carried on riding you know." He tilted his head to the side, he raised his brow in return to hers. Were they having some sort of cocked-brow-off? Was she attempting to call him out on some sort of pick-up? Maybe he might be a tad guilty of that, but it wasn't his full motivation for driving over here. Maybe idle curiosity. Her smirk, her eyes, how can you not be even remotely curious.
"Swoon? Doubt you're the swooning type. I believe you are the one who might be calling me out, but by calling me out maybe you're the one who is searching for an ego boost-- Thinking I came over here with some sort of secret agenda of aside from allowing you to admire my bike, from one rider to another." He leaned back a little bit and returned the smirk she gave, however as he leaned back his note book fell out and blew open, pages revealing themselves. Apparently he didn't secure his side bag as well as he thought, he didn't have time to catch it as it fell, and he sat awkwardly on his bike.
"Swoon? Doubt you're the swooning type. I believe you are the one who might be calling me out, but by calling me out maybe you're the one who is searching for an ego boost-- Thinking I came over here with some sort of secret agenda of aside from allowing you to admire my bike, from one rider to another."
Ryanne let out a chuckle and gave him a genuine smile, "Touche, sir, touche." Her gaze was fixed on his bike intently and was desperate to take it for a quick spin but for all the enthusiasm she showed about it, she doubted he would let her because she is stranger to him.
The female hunter was about to say goodbye and walk away when his notebook fell out of his bag. She noticed an odd look on his face as she bent down to pick it up. The little black book and fallen so that the pages were open and some papers had also come out of it. She quickly scooped them up and glanced at them, noticing different languages as well as sketches of different things. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she blatantly looked at his things. Ryanne stuffed the papers back inside and handed it over to the man, "So, this is yours. Good sketches by the way." She knew he was knowledgeable in the supernatural, maybe even a hunter, but she wasn't going to let on.
She fell into her thoughts, coming up with many different scenarios that involved the man, some that would usually make her blush, but she couldn't find a reasonable explanation other than he was a hunter, in town on a job. Like her.
She cleared her throat and came back to the present and realised she had been staring at the man in front of her. "Ummm, sorry about that. I'm Ryanne. I was wondering if we could meet in the bar down the road a little later, just to chat." She gave him her best smile and hoped he would accept, wanting to question him further, 'Maybe he's tracking Liam. If not, I wonder what he is doing here...' Her thoughts all ran a long the same line whilst she waited for his reply.
He felt stupid, irresponsible, clumsy, did I mention he felt stupid? His notebook fell off the side pack of his bike, he was going to bend over and fetch it but it seemed like Ryanne beat him to the punch. She looked at some of the papers that fell out, the sketches, the drawings, the languages and chants-- He scratched the back of his head, taking the book as she offered it back to him he embarassingly put it back into his pack, making sure it was secure chuckling past the compliment she gave him about how good they were. She either thought he was crazy, or thought he was a little bit more then what he let on. Hes' going to go with the aforementioned, since thats the vibe he was kinda giving off while packing his note book back up.
"Ah, creative writing project-- School, ya know?" He shrugged his shoulders, he didn't know how old she really was but she looked around the same age so she could possibly be in University or College as well-- Hell, even High School. Hard to tell age apart when you're in your late teens early twenties.
"Ummm, sorry about that. I'm Ryanne. I was wondering if we could meet in the bar down the road a little later, just to chat." She was either picking him up or something else, she seemed interested in the bike but more so then the driver, then again Adam can't particularly tell what flirting is anymore. He scratched the back of his head, flicked his tongue and peered down the road at the bar in question, he slowly began to nod as if agreeing to meet with her and then he turned towards her with a smile and then fully nodded.
"Uh, yeah sure. Down the road then, bar. I'll head over there now, not like I'm doing anything much else. Uh, Adam Winchester." He deliberatively used the last name Winchester, if she was a Hunter then she knew of his brothers at least. If she was a demon, then he was in for an entirely different ball game. "Nice to meet you, Ryanne. If you aren't doing anything yourself why don't you, um, hop on the back?" He handed her his helmet removing it from his head, hoping she would take it. It would be best to get the trivialities out of the way, if she was a Hunter, and he was a Hunter, he figured they were here for the same thing. If not, then he got his mark and she got a Winchester. Win win all around.
Ryanne's amusement grew as she watched him stuff the little black book back into his bag as fast as he could and when he began to explain the reasoning for the drawings. She knew they weren't for school but his excuse was good, if a little shaky with the presentation.
"Uh, yeah sure. Down the road then, bar. I'll head over there now, not like I'm doing anything much else. Uh, Adam Winchester."
The surprise was quick to overtake her features has he willingly accepted her proposal. Ryanne schooled her features to a neutral one until he mentioned his names. Winchester. She had definitely heard of the boys. All of them, including their father. Sam and Dean were infamous in the hunting ring and Ryanne's father told her stories of hunts he had been on and had mentioned a few of the hunts that had inspired him, most of them involving a one John Winchester. Although her eyebrow twitched, that was the only sign that gave away her knowledge, "Last names too? I'm Ryanne Benedict."
"Nice to meet you, Ryanne. If you aren't doing anything yourself why don't you, um, hop on the back?"
The hunter looked back and forth between her new acquaintance and the helmet, undecided as to what she should do. She had originally planned to meet him there at the bar but at the minute she wasn't exactly doing anything. Thinking quickly, Ryanne took the helmet and climbed on behind him, her body pressed against the back of his, leaning around him slightly so she could try and talk face to face rather than to his back, "Do you mind if we go back to my motel so I can change?" She looked pointedly at her legs and their lack of covering, "I'm not exactly sporting bar wear here am I?"
While she waited for his reply, she wriggled the helmet onto her head, tapping the top of it to ensure it was on properly and did up the fastening around her neck, tightening it to make sure it wasn't too loose.
"Last names too? I'm Ryanne Benedict." He couldn't tell if his own last name instilled some sort of reaction from her, all he gathered was a little twitch which could have just be anything, like a twitch. He pondered her name with a smile, it held a bit of elegance to it, then again perhaps it could just be Adam's mind wandering into the whole realm of foreign beauty, as her voice was-- Well, something else.
He was a little nervous at first asking her if she wanted to hop on the back, he hadn't taken this girl out for a spin with a passenger before so it was an experienced to be had by all, hopefully not a horrid one. He felt her body mold to the back of his, her head peering over the side of his shoulder to speak-- He could feel her chest pressed up against his back, nervous was understating the obvious.
"Do you mind if we go back to my motel so I can change?" She looked pointedly at her legs and their lack of covering, "I'm not exactly sporting bar wear here am I?" Hes' felt like he had this conversation before, all the lady Hunters seem to want to be attracting him to their motels or hotels or wherever they're staying. Guess Adam's just that kind of guy, a Winchester that is. He didn't know if the name was a curse or a gift when it came to women. But, this Ryanne had a point, she really wasn't wearing sports bar clothing material, or that could just be him rationalizing it all.
Adam started the bike up and sped out of the diner area, he tilted his head to the side when they came to a stop light. "Where is your motel?" When she responded, he'd follow her directions and arrive at the motel. OOC: I give you permission to godmod to get us there quicker and to RP us into your room if you so please if you are stuck with writing something.
"Just down here and it's the second right." The rumbling, heavy purr of the Harley and the warm breeze that hit her bare flesh, surrounded her as she rode, with a stranger, to her motel. If it were in another time and place, Ryanne would have thought there was something suspicious about it, but at that moment, right then, it seemed as if everything would be alright.
Like she said, it wasn't far and so shortly after they had stopped at the traffic lights, they arrived at her motel. Ryanne pointed over his shoulder towards her blue bike and waited patiently for him to pull up to a stop. As soon as he did and cut the engine, she pulled off her helmet and handed it back, at the same time jumping off of his girl to go straight to her own running her hand lovingly over the seat, "This is my one. My baby."
Without bothering to see if he followed her, the female hunter walked over to her front door, pulling the key out of her shorts pocket a long the way, before inserting it into the keyhole, to open her door. She left it open for him to enter and moved over to her duffle bag. She quickly unzipped it and pulled out a pair of skinny jeans. Whilst she was doing this and searching for her biker boots, Magnum Revolver and her knives. She hid them within her boots and scooped them up along with her jeans as she gestured behind her in the vague direction of one of the chairs whilst she made her way to the bathroom, "You can sit down if you want, I won't be too long."
As soon as Ryanne entered, she quickly turned to shut and lock the door. She pulled off her walking boots, shorts and button up shirt, leaving her standing in her underwear, tank top and socks. Ryanne pushed a hand through her hair before splashing her face with cool water to refresh herself a little bit. Once she had done this, she dried her face and pulled on her jeans. She quickly slipped into her biker boots, in turn, slipping her sheathed silver knives into each boot and tucking her gun into the waist band of her jeans. "Shit..." She realised she hadn't brought her leather jacket in with her and she was sure Adam would see the gun. Thinking quick, she put on her button up shirt again, leaving the buttons open, and exited the bathroom, dumping her shorts and walking boots on the floor by her bed. Ryanne grabbed her jacket and turned her body a certain way, casually, so she could strip off her shirt and replace it with her jacket so he couldn't see the gun.
"Right then, sorted. Shall we go grab ourselves a couple of drinks?" Ryanne gave him a small, polite smile and waited for his reply.
((OOC: Feel free to do the same to get us to the bar etc...I don't mind. I hope the post was okay for you ))
As they pulled up to the motel and got off, Ryanne immediately showed him her pride and joy, her own bike. Adam nodded approvingly, even though he didn't know a lick about bikes he did find some sort of beauty about it. Perhaps it was the fact every time a man pairs an attractive girl to a bike they imagine them in some sort of swim-ware glistening and straddling it. Seriously, Adam knew for a fact he wasn't the only young man who thought this, he merely shrugged and nodded as he followed her into her motel, heading to the chair she pointed out as she gathered some things and headed to the bathroom, the motel was nice-- Maybe he should grab a room if theres still any vacancies. But the wicked don't rest, and neither does Adam though then again the more tired he gets the more clumsy he could get with his shot and that might not bode well if hes going to be keeping company around.
When Ryanne came out he admired the ensemble of biker boots and jeans, sort of fitted in with the whole owning a bike persona. He didn't really question the shirt and how she switched it out with the jacket so fluidly, might have been a girl thing. She was defiantly a looker. He crossed his arms and stood up, squinting a bit and then rubbing his eyes with a smile, fatigue was maybe getting to him sooner then he expected but he sighed and let his arms dangle to the side a bit and shake before responding to her.
"Right then, sorted. Shall we go grab ourselves a couple of drinks?" Her smile was polite, pretty even. He tilted his head to the side and nodded, she seemed a little rude at the diner but he supposed thats just how some people are when they're in the middle of their drink or food. He headed back down outside and hopped on his bike.
((OOC: This is assuming she is riding with him and not her own, if she is riding her own ignore any riding together RP))
He handed her the helmet and waited for her to mount on before taking off and heading to the sports bar in question. Once their he dismounted it off into the parking lot, grabbed the keys and shoved them in his coat pocket before leading the way into the bar. It was a bit roudy for all who was in there, sports and gatherings of loud shouting men and their accompanied fanatic women. 'Woo' girls? You know? The ones who like to shout 'Woo' when they take a shot or do something crazy, or admiring their men chug beers. Adam never really got that.
Either way, Adam found a booth off into the side, no one was usually sitting in them during this time as its not prime time for hungry customers. He took a seat on one side, looked through the menu and waited. He wasn't sure what this Ryanne's game was, maybe it was something as harmless as having a common interest like bikes. He doubted it though, sort of the way she looked at his note book.
On their journey to the bar, Ryanne contemplated the best ways to approaching Adam and his being a hunter, or being related to the Winchesters. She thought about the pros and cons of both but decided to opt for the subtle approach, gently prodding about the sketches that he has done that were supposedly for 'school'. Lost in thought, it shocked her when Adam took the corner sharply, causing her to tighten her grip around his waist. 'Nope, subtle won't touch him, he would miss it completely....best be as blunt as possible.'
Once they had pulled up to the bar, she separated herself from Adam and hopped off the bike, handing him back his helmet, giving him a small smile in apology for her clinging to him earlier. She trailed after him to the bar door and as soon as it opened, the woman was overwhelmed with sound, shouts, yells, laughing all penetrating her ears. The smell of sweat, lingering smoke and alcohol made her smile. Ryanne followed Adam into the bar, happy to be in a place like this but as soon as she turned the corner, her smile fell from her face to be replaced by a look of disgust and embarrassment.
There, in front of her, was a table of men, drinking and generally being men. However, it wasn't them that caught her attention. It was the simpering women at their sides, literally hanging off of their arms, cooing. 'It's women like them that give females as a whole a bad name...' Shaking her head and rolling her eyes, she forced her gaze to move elsewhere and noticed Adam had already found a booth. Ryanne quickly caught up and slid herself into the booth to sit opposite him. Once she had settled, she picked up a menu, flicked through it briefly before returning it to its stand proceeded by her stripping her jacket off, removing the gun from her waistband and sliding it into her boot.
"It's a nice place, although the ambience is ruined somewhat.." With her snide comment firmly out there, she glared at the now giggling women, dressed up to the nines in short fancy dresses, in complete contrast to the rest of the bar.
"So I take it you want a Hunter's drink? Beer sound good or would you rather go for Mr. Daniel's?" Ryanne was very blunt but she decided that the subtle approach wouldn't work for her anymore being too wound up about Liam and the thought that he could be on his way to another town or another state completely. She plucked the menu out of his hands and set down onto the table, leaning forward to rest her forearms on it whilst she spoke to him, "Don't even try and deny it. With the name Winchester, you're going to be hard pressed at finding hunters and demons a-like who don't know who you are." The ball was rolling now, her plan of action into finding why he was in town, taking shape.
He felt like it was a fair swing, and she hit home when she called him out on being a Hunter. The name drop seemed to do the trick, he assumed that the notebook also had something to do with it. The way she acted it seemed like she was a Hunter herself, or perhaps something completely different aside from a demon, god knows there is that gray area apparently but Adam hadn't seen a lot of that in his short time hunting. It was sort of hard to tell who was evil and who was good when they share the same ugly face and tendencies. In the end, they're all evil or just looking out for themselves. Though thinking about it like that, maybe Adam was just equally as evil.
"So I take it you want a Hunter's drink? Beer sound good or would you rather go for Mr. Daniel's?" He peered over at the drink menu that sat on the stand, tilting his head to the side and grinning before looking back up at her. Her bluntness didn't go without an accompanied sly smile from him.
"I'm more of a Capitan Morgan's kinda guy, don't know why that is. Maybe it makes me feel like a pirate, pirates are cool." He squinted in Ryanne's direction as if attempting to see under her skin and get down to the core of what she really wanted and what she really is, then it came. After snatching the menu from his hands, abruptly ending any forward reading she leaned on it with her forearms only adding to her already attractive appearance. He quirked a brow and listened.
"Don't even try and deny it. With the name Winchester, you're going to be hard pressed at finding hunters and demons a-like who don't know who you are." Again, he was right-- Name drop the last name Winchester and people just seem to open up, though most of the time not in the most pleasant way possible but what the heck right? Not like it was Adam's fault they mucked in waters they weren't supposed to and screwed the world over ten fold. Talk about key figures in the mix of things.
"So I take it Ms. Benedict that you're a co-worker of mine, and this is a meeting about business rather then pleasure? Down to business then, don't suppose you're likely to find a new shade of black for those eyes so I take it you're a Hunter. Fascinating, though everyone and their mothers nowadays carries a sawed off and a bag of salt. Doesn't make them a Hunter any more then me or you. So why does it matter? Unless you're in town for the same reason I am." He bit the inside of his lip awaiting her response. Hoping he hit some nail on the head, Adam usually flails with the hammer, but if she was going to play the blunt game its a game Adam quite enjoys. As a Hunter, your line of work includes lying so when you can bluntly just show someone all of your cards and still feel confident on winning in the end it feels vindicating. Not that Adam is keen on winning anything, though he doubt he was going to lose much.
She rolled her eyes at his answer but smiled never-the-less and flagged down one of the many employers to order their drinks. She found herself quite surprised when they were approached straight away considering how busy the bar seemed.
Once they had been served, Ryanne took a mouthful of her chilled beer and surveyed Adam. Looking at his face and hands, noticing the lack of scars on either. Most hunters she bumped into had plenty, whether they were as noticeable or not, they were there. 'Hmm, must not be a hunter for long. Just starting out maybe?' She couldn't think of how to describe him. He wasn't a naive, innocent little school boy but he wasn't a hardened hunter either. He was somewhere in the middle, with lots to learn.
Ryanne gave an affronted look as her line of blunt, yet reasonable questions were turned back on her. "So I take it Ms. Benedict that you're a co-worker of mine, and this is a meeting about business rather then pleasure? Down to business then, don't suppose you're likely to find a new shade of black for those eyes so I take it you're a Hunter. Fascinating, though everyone and their mothers nowadays carries a sawed off and a bag of salt. Doesn't make them a Hunter any more then me or you. So why does it matter? Unless you're in town for the same reason I am."
She took another pull from her beer, pulling the bottle slowly from her lips and setting it meticulously on the table in front of her. Not having a clue where to start with her response was an odd and extremely rare occurrence for Ryanne and she didn't like how this stranger, this Winchester, had managed to do it.
Ryanne looked up then, through her eyelashes at first, before turning her head up to face his completely. "I resent your whole statement, you know." She looked at him then, a small smile on her face and finished her beer, "I want to know because if it is true and you are hunting, we could be after the same thing. Therefore, we could work together to bring the son of a bitch down. If we're not after the same thing, well," Ryanne set her bottle back on the table but didn't completely let go, instead opting to twirl it around. "We could go our separate ways."
Whilst waiting for her answer, the hunter leaned back in her chair, her hands still resting on the bottle and table, scanned the bar, looking and taking in all of the patrons, trying to see if Liam had doubled back or if she could just spot a demon in general. It was a skill that she had prided herself on. her instinct and a sort of weird sixth sense made it easier for her to spot demons before anything major could happen. However it wasn't fool proof and so she only used it when completely necessary.
As she was bringing her gaze back to her companion, her eyes caught those of another man. Now she couldn't say that he was anything to write home about but then again he wasn't gargoyle ugly either. He was must have been slightly older than her but he seemed to be wearing incredibly dirty clothes and was sweating. A lot. He winked at her and leered which made Ryanne recoil slightly in disgust. She gave him a polite smile but turned back to Adam, hoping he had an answer for her. She really did hate it when people turned her questions around on her, it was quite annoying, especially when they tried changing the subject or drawing the attention away from themselves.
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