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Charmed Estates said:
Wyatt | Temp. | Sav
"Neither could you," he shot back insouciantly, shrugging his dark windbreaker just a bit closer. While he'd been a Virginia native since birth, the sudden cold streaks never ceased to affect him. Shrugging, he added, "but it doesn't mean I don't want people to understand. Doesn't mean I haven't tried to let people in who weren't worth it, just because I wanted to grieve to anyone who'd listen. Maybe you were smarter, just shutting people out altogether. I can tell you've gotten good at it too, how long has it been, two years? Three? Four?"
Not sure if you saw this, Tangle :) |
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(Oof, no I didn't. Thanks for telling me!) Savannah Storm | 17 | Eventer | M: Wyatt, open
Her dark green eyes flickered, giving a momentary glimpse into her soul. "Depends which one you're talking about," Savannah replied dryly, staring straight at Wyatt. "And yes, yes I have. Practice makes perfect, they say." Her aching heart seemed to twist inside her, heavy from holding in. Speak, it seemed to say. Tell the truth. Ease your burden. "Oh just shut up," she murmured under her breath, so soft, yet so full of anger. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Tristan, Kholo
"Yeah I'm fine...just my anxiety acting up is all.." -Heather would have finally spoke, answering Kholo's question then she looked up to look at Tristan before speaking again- "Should I try to drive myself to the hospital or is that also a bad idea also?" -she had a questioning tone in her voice, fearful of staying in the hospital, who would take care of Prince & Mystery, who can she trust to be in their care as Prince was still getting some weight back on him while Mystery is almost done recovering from her sprained back right leg of her ankle- |
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(Does she mean for herself or to see hospital gang?) |
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Tanglewood said:
(Does she mean for herself or to see hospital gang?)
(Hinting to both) |
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Wyatt | Temp. | Sav
Wyatt gave a small, sympathetic smile, but he didn't pity her. He simply understood. "I always hated when people told me they were sorry for my loss," his tone was gentle, but through his thick southern accent, a calm, pulsing pain seeped through. "They weren't really sorry, just fulfilling an obligation. If they had ever known my siblings the way I did, they would've mourned for longer'n I did." He stared at his shoes, then back out to the valley, examining the cars that whizzed by carelessly as he, again, shrugged his jacket closer. "Nobody's meant to become an only child at eighteen, you know?"
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Tristan | HJI | Heather, Kholo
Tristan gave a wry smile as Kholo fidgeted with the cat, but it didn't linger. He directed his attention back to Heather, this time, a sarcastic smile remaining on his lips. He was truly amused by this kid. "Don't recommend that, kid. I'll tell you what, as soon as we track down one of these riders, I will take you. Sound good? Sit tight until then, unless you want to help me make some calls?"
(I don't know if Tim has his phone, but he still has Emily's. Then Tristan doesn't have Sav or Noah's numbers so loooll)
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(Big oof xD)
Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Tristan, Kholo, Open
-nods then shyly said- "What calls do you need help with?" -Heather was kinda distracted by Kholo holding the fidgetting cat who soon gave up, she could kinda tell that the cat probably didn't like to be held then she tries to maintain her forcus on Tristan than she remembered something- "Oh!, I got the footage from one of the security cameras that was facing towards Prince's stall" -she shyly said as she takes her phone out- |
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Tristan | HJI | Heather, Kholo
Tristan's eyes narrowed in thought, then focused back on Heather. He was starting to feel tired, as if he had sustained entirely too much social interaction for one morning. "Go on. What are you suggesting?" |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventer | Nightmare & Espresso Silhouette | M: Tristan, Kholo
-Heather played the colored footage on her phone to show both of them. In the beginning, it showed a middle age man with the painted horse that looked almost exactly like Prince as the man switched them, he placed the fake Prince that was on the verge of death in Prince's stall as the real Prince was fighting with the man like an untamed bronco while the man was stealing him out of the barn then the footage ends- "See? That's the guy that did it but I'm scared that he might come back to try to steal both of them" -she had a very worried tone in her voice- |
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Morning Rain, with Cooling Temps Later
