Ryker was asleep .2 seconds after he had spoke. He went limp and ... poof. Not gonna wake up again anytime soon.

Lol great minds think alike... or one copies the other)

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Abby woke up with a jerk, glancing at the clock. "Five o'clock. Time to get up anyway!" She pulled on some clothes and grabbed her dress, quietly walking past Ryker with a smile. She shut the door and skipped to the car, wishing a silent goodbye to the horses

(Nawwww she just ditches him. Didn't you hear? The engine is out of his truck *sobs*)

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Ryker opened his eyes a crack. There was light. Awwww crap. He jerked up and remembered he was on the couch too late, crashing off onto the floor. "Jeepers- ouch!" He yelped, scrambling to his feet and stumbling over to a clock. "7 AM!!!????" He squeaked, just about falling over again as he groped for the curtains, swinging them open to let more light in. Momentarily blinded, he ran into the wall before realizing Abby was no where to be found- and her car was gone. Well, she'd be laughing at him if she wasn't gone. He staggered into the room and grabbed his suit, then rushing outside and screeched to a stop. HIS TRUCK DIDN'T HAVE AN ENGINE IN IT. Running back in, he realized- hey, he was still in his version of pajamas! Ryker pulled off his shirt, grabbing a crisp flannel shirt that he could easily unbutton and put on the suit shirt and undershirt. He then tugged on some jeans. After that he buttoned just one button, in way too much of a hurry to get the others, and rushed to the farm truck, the only other vehicle he could bring. It was just an old Chevy, but it'd do. Ryker flew in and quickly went down the driveway, silently praising the lord that the venue wasn't very far away. He quickly got there, parked the truck, and pretty much fell out.

Oh... whoops. I completely forgot about that!)

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Abby was about to turn and go back when Ryker pulled up in the farm truck. "Whoops" she mumbled to herself. She grabbed her dress and walked into a room to change and get her hair and makeup done

(XD. Meanwhile, Abby looks like a sculpture and Ryker looks like he just rose from the dead lol)

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Ryker paused outside the truck to catch his breath and calm down. He quickly observed what small things had been set up and what needed to be set up. Honestly it wasn't much in the first place. A wedding with like five people attending really wasn't that much. +what time is it supposed to start again?+ he wondered, taking a moment to realize he looked like he came from hurricane Katrina. Sooo he grabbed a couple things out of the farm truck, took a second to marvel at why there was a small hairbrush in there- had he EVER used it? And tamed his ruffled hair while hurriedly buttoning up the rest of his shirt and tying his boots. Of course he had the weird more like dress shoes that he had to put on with the suit, but he wanted to be in comfortable clothing as long as possible.

Lollll) (and like noon maybe? )

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Abby pulled on her dress, the white fabric clinging to her body. The sweetheart neckline and tightly fit white dress was gorgeous. There was a slight glimmer to the bottom hem of the dress, a tan sash around her waist, and a white rose that the lady that was dressing her placed in her copper curls. She smiled at her reflection as the lady gave her a slight hint of makeup, claiming she didn't need it. Abby's face glowed with happiness. Hee mother knocked on the door, opening it and hugging her. "I'm so happy for you! But I still don't know who the lucky guy is!" Abby giggled "sadly you didn't even ask" her mother chuckled then hugged her again, tying her sash around her.
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Abbys father arrived and searched for Abby as his wife took of toward the room Abby was in. He scoffed and walked over to a chair and plopped down, waiting

As a car approached Ryker scrambled away, pretty much hiding in his own concealed dressing room at this point. He sat down and stared at the wall. He was SO not worthy of Abby. She was perfect and he was what, a cheap drug down scarred country boy that's idea of adventure is getting mauled by a grizzly? He didn't hold a candle to her in any way shape or form. What if her parents HATED HIM!? WHAT WAS HE SUPPOSED TO DO THEN. He nervously unbuttoned his shirt and got dressed in his suit, scary thoughts circling through his mind. The suit consisted of a stark white undershirt, the normal black slack like things some people called pants, dressy shoes if you could call them shoes, and a crisp jacket like thing to go over it all that was also black. A blue handkerchief thing was neatly tucked in the pocket, and, joy of joys *note the heavy sarcasm* there was a crisp black tie with hints of blue on the outside. He was struggling with putting it on, pretty much ready to rip it in half and find a new one, when someone grabbed his shoulders from behind. Ryker half yelped half shrieked in surprise, whirling around to see.. his adoptive father.

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"Heeeeyyy long time no see buddy! You look great! And darn you I haven't even HEARD about the girl! C'mon Ry, what am, a ghost? Anyway, let me help with that tie. Pfft, shooee, who am I to forget to teach you how to tie a great tie?" The man grinned from ear to ear, his southern accent prominent in his quick words as he spun Ryker back around, grabbed the tie, then turned Ry again and whipped it around in a weird way before it lay all perfect.

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Ryker's eyes were wide with shock. How the heck did they even get in here? He hadn't heard the door open! He was a bit stunned as his dad quickly did the tie then spun him back around. Oof. He was dizzy now. "How ... did you get in here. How did I not here you!?" He finally exclaimed.

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The man grinned again. "Countless years in many different branches of the army, specifically the special forces ops, means GREAT sneaking around skills. Now c'mon, your beautiful lady may not be able to come out but you can. Hurry it up." He instructed, pretty much shoving Ryker out the door. Now this man was probably only 5'10, with well tanned skin and smiling lines around his eyes, which were ice blue. He had dark brown hair and a wide, white smile. He was wearing a dark blue flannel shirt, pretty much the most dressy thing he owned, and dark blue jeans. He was well muscled yet still rather skinny. Metabolism said he couldn't get even the least bit of fat on him, especially with how much he worked out and did stuff. He had joined the Army at 16 years old and went through navy seals and special forces, retiring at the rather old age (for the army) of 41. He was now somewhere in between 41 and 62, though no one knew. He acted like he was 20. His name was Martin Riggs.

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Ryker stumbled outside and huffed slightly, straightening to again, nervously glance around. Everything was set up perfectly. It was all ready. Even the person performing the ceremony had gotten here.

Lol that was a lot!)

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Abby hugged her mother one last time before the older woman walked her outside, straightening her navy colored dress as she walked. "The father is outside. Hold on a second" she scurried away, bringing her father back with her. "Dad!" She cried, throwing her arms around her father. "Hi honey! I missed you" Abby was cradled in her fathers arms "my little baby is growing up" he held out his arm with a smile. Abby linked her arm with him. "Don't make me cry!" He chuckled and gripped his cane. "Ready?" She asked. "Ready? To walk my daughter down the aisle? Yes. Yes I am. Are you ready?" Abby gave him another hug before he walked her out. The music started playing as she walked out, the dress flowing behind her. She smiled at Ryker as she walked

(I had no idea I wrote that much xD)

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Martin looked at Ryker. "I'm proud to call you my son. Go get em, Slugger." He winked, going to sit down.

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Ryker tightened his jaw. Wow. That was probably the nicest thing Martin had ever said. He knew the man loved him, but Martin was more like an army dad without the sterness. He didn't get all cuddly, ever, but he was very very good at scaring people half to death by chucking daggers at their heads and missing by an inch. "Love you too, Dad." He smiled slightly before going up to the altar and brushing some dust off of his suit. Dust was just attracted to him. He turned his head to the aisle as he heard a slight rustle, and seeing Abby in her dress made him almost just want to konk out and dream about this moment for the rest of eternity. His breath caught with happiness as his eyes lit up. Darn. She was BEAUTIFUL in that dress. It was the perfect design for her. No wonder. She designed it. In comparison he felt like an ape stuffed into a ruddy jacket. Pfft. The music, the people, the scenery, everything disappeared as he locked eyes with Abby. How lucky was he. To be marrying this amazing woman. His eyes grew slightly misty, against his will mind you, as Abby drew closer.

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(Side note... this'll be the first rp I ever actually had my character finish marrying someone. In my Widow Valley Farms rp they got all the way through the ceremony and were right at the kiss before the biggest drama thing of all time came about and the other character forgot my character completely XD)

Lollll. And cool! Our last rp, they got engaged then I had to leave..,)

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Abby smiled as she walked down the aisle, only breaking eye contact when her father let her go and kissed her cheek. He gave her hands to Ryker before whispering to Ryker "take care of her please" he turned and walked away, relying on his cane. Abby took Rykers hands and smiled "well that's my dad" she gave a squeeze of his hands and stared into his dark blue eyes as the person performing the wedding started speaking