Dark black hair falls in the man's eyes, and he sighs, heading toward his meeting place with the terrifying woman he was selling to that night. Oh, great, she's already there. Ryley was officially late, and he knew that she hated that. The tall man sighs yet again as he looks to her in the pale moonlight. "So, what is your excuse this time?" Comes the cold voice of that woman. Ryley bites his lip and attempts to hide behind his hair for a moment.
"I don't have one," he admits, looking ashamed. Of course, this was all an act. Ryley was normally calm, cool, and collected. Nothing ever got to him. "So what did you want? Ten kilos? Fine, y'owe me 200 dollars," he informs the blonde woman casually, picking at his nails.
"What?" She shrieks at him, puffing up in a way that reminded Ryley of a bird. He tilts his head at her, a grin making it's way across his pale face. "You raised the price again?" She asks indignantly. "You raised it last week!" The tall man shrugs at this, showing no signs of guilt with that wide grin across his face.
"Gotta make money, don't I?" He asks, any sort of shame gone from his demeanor. Ryley gives a short laugh that belies how entertained he is at this, despite the fact that this woman could seriously hurt him.
Of course, nearly any injury that afflicted a certain Ryley Borres could be fixed within a mere week, depending on how serious the injury. See, this man was truly no ordinary man. In fact, he was only half man. And half Siren. Yeah, his mom is the mythological Greek Siren of old. And if you asked him, it wasn't as glamourous as it looks. Immortality actually kinda sucks. When you're alone, and everyone and everything you knew or cared about is gone, its... terrible. Nothing left, no one left. It was a truly lonely existence.
Trust Ryley, he knows. His sister, his friends, his fiance; they were all taken from him. It hurt him badly, and sent his life spiralling down the drain. Which was probably why he had tried every way possible to kill himself. So far, he had no idea how to kill a Siren. Which is probably the most vexing part of all of this.
Long locks fly as Ryley shakes his head to get himself back in the moment. Just in time, too, because there's a gun pointed at him in a shaking hand. "Lower your prices, you fucking faggot!" She cries. Ryley laughs and shakes his head.
"Shoot me, I dare ya, bitch!" He says with a wild laugh. The woman looks even more scared now, unsure how to handle this man with no concern for his own life. But she complies with his dare, taking aim and shooting. One shot, two shot, three shot, four. Miss, miss, hit... hit. Ryley groans, grasping at his upper arm, shivering a bit in the cool night air. She actually did shoot him. What a bitch!
Ryley bares his teeth at his attacker, teeth sharpened to needle points. His long, purple, slender tail raises up behind him and grows barbs at the end as he glares at the woman. "Fuck you," he spits out. The woman stalks forward and plants a heeled foot on his chest.
"Shut up," she grits out. Then, she reaches down and takes those long, shaggy locks in her hand, removing her foot as she tugs the man up by his hair. With a scream of feral rage, she slams Ryley's head up against the door of the building they were at, laughing evilly. The Siren passes out immediately, the pain shooting through his head. He slumps down against the door, and it gives the woman the perfect opportunity to steal all the money and drugs from Ryley's body.
