 04:31:02 The Coffee Purist 04:03:22 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Iris
PM it. I have to go for a bit. |
04:01:48 Leaf| Iris Im on her page so.... |
04:01:19 Iris Myth
-YT Click-
It's lyrics are the only thing like a pop song XD LMAO it's a very old song |
04:00:11 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 03:58:19 Iris Leaf
Once I get premium back I'll give you Azula back- I cont put horses up for private sale on a free account x-x |
03:58:12 Imp/Impie ~ Leaf
It`s alright, xd. I only had one that had a week 3 out of the whole lot. |
03:57:43 Iris Myth
oof- I'm tired quq I found a Budweiser song ad from 1907 in my music course, and it has the lyrics of a modern pop song though XD |
03:55:52 Leaf| Imp thats sad Im sorry about the training. |
03:55:28 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Iris
South far south.
Been a really hard couple of days. How are you? |
03:54:52 Imp/Impie| I finally had the time to go through my SDs training and I`m so disappointed, x-x |
03:54:34 Iris| Hi Myth! How ya been? I couldn't stay to see where you went with Tee x=x |
03:53:55 Leaf| I can take her if you need iris. |
03:53:07 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 03:51:38 Iris Leaf
with how little time I've had to play this game I was actually thinking of giving Azula back because I just feel like I dont have time for her ;o; |
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Timothy Blue / CEI / M: Emily. The blonde offered a simple head tilt at the question,suggesting it was too expansive of a mess to even fit it into that word.His mind flitted elsewhere as he fixated on the road,experiencing an unbelieveable rollercoaster of emotion.The relief was overwhelming at the point she had turned him down,but he couldnt help but feel guilty.The woman he had met was so vibrant,perfect.Didnt she deserve that perfect life he knew deep down he couldnt offer. "You designed this?" He breathed as they pulled up,answering her question by unbuckling and looking to her a little playfully at the realisation she hadnt moved.Tim laughed slightly,urging her to hurry with his eyes like some excitable toddler. |
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Heather Proudstorm | 20 | Eventing | Espresso Silhouette "Mystery" and Open | School Horse: WO Descendants Of Khan "Khan" | M: Jackson, Sandra, Open -Heather felt Jackson's hand gently wiping one of the tears off her face. She would quietly listening to him speak, something about him was slowly putting her at ease as the young woman had started to feel a bit more calmer by the minute. She felt her cheek heat up a tad bit when he planted a kiss on her forehead then was pulled into a hug which obviously caught her off guard but she didn't hesitate to hug him back while her head rests comfortably on his shoulder, still keeping a listening ear open for him as he talked then the pair started head over to the horses after mounting up- "Finally, an event that doesn't involve dressing up for once and a movie sounds nice" -Heather said this before leading the way back to the stables as Mystery happily trotted on- -After an hour later, they arrive back at the facility but she noticed her sister waiting for them at the barn which caused the young woman to raise an eyebrow. After what felt like a minute or more, she had gotten Mystery untacked and placed back in her stall, parting ways with Jackson as she walks off with Sandra but the ebony woman would be leading the brunette since Sandra told her to keep her eyes closed so she doesn't see the surprise which got her more curious about what's going on- -Once they've gotten inside their dorm, she heard a yip and a whimper before feeling something small trying to climb up her leg- "Sandra, you didn't." -she could hear her younger sister giggle before speaking- "Yes I did, now open your eyes" -The ebony woman said excitedly as the brunette opened her eyes to look down at a small male German shepherd puppy as his coat would be a common tan & black color, she thanked Sandra with a quick hug as she obviously loved the surprise then she picks the little one up to only get attacked by kisses, causing both of the girls to laugh. She thought of a name for the little guy, deciding to name him Toby- (Okie :3 I'll try my best to make the ending as good as possible with a little surprise at the end ^-^) |
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Marley - Roze | Nirvana | D | M: Simon The woman followed his gaze and nodded. `` It most certainly is. We must not.. interrupt them for they are having a ... moment. `` She muttered. Marley dialed down her enthusiasm as they headed into a small cafe. Marley ordered the coffee and his green tea and slid the ten dollar note over. `` Now Mr Simon. Before you.. protest against it I am your friend and friends like to do things for one another.`` After finishing the woman internally cringed. Goddamit woman! The two drinks were set on the counter in takeaway cups, as Marley intended to walk around some more. She grabbed the two and handed the one she pressumed was green tea after the horrific smell filled her nose. `` Off to find the group now eh?`` She asked quietly as they walked out of the small shop. Her eyes glanced around quickly, once again the only people who could be seen were Sam and Laurence. |
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Plot Mover | All my peeps . Chandler spent much of the ride home in deep, enthusiastic, passionate conversation with Kierstan and Laurence. Mainly about the church. About the laminate, about the plans they had, about her intentions of when to open the church, and what she wanted the image to be, and so on, and so on. Kierstan couldn't take his eyes off her with this radiant glow still lingering, it was indescribable and he seriously wondered if he was the only one who saw it. For once, he wished someone would talk about church all day. . The ride home was over in an instant, Laurence's eyes on the road, but his mind completely absent. As much as he tried to turn it off, he was having a difficult time managing the stress and the anxiety involved with this predicament. Not even being an anxious person, this was deeply troubling. Therefore, he simply nodded when Chandler suggested something about a bonfire. Then, something about texting Kholo. Then, something about her texting back that it was a great idea. . Getting out of the van, Laurence counted the kids before allowing them to go their respective ways. He sighed, his mind in a million places as he decided to go back to his dorm and shower. Maybe that'd do him some good. The entire time, this situation was eating him alive from the inside out. He needed to actually face these feelings, before it was too late. . After leaving the group, Chandler quickly made her way out of eyesight and snuck up to her dorm. She wondered where Simon's was, or if he'd even saved anyone else's numbers other than Marley's and Sam's. Or, did he already have theirs. Or, was it just that he was making conversation with the other women because Chandler intimidated him? She liked that option, that one was safe. Decidedly, that was the truth. After seeming to come to a conclusion regarding that, she began to worry about Aodhan. He was ALWAYS up for a facetime, and ALWAYS texted her back. Was he okay? . Trying to drown out her constant thought cycle, she ran up and grabbed the least nice pair of clothes she'd packed to "get her through." She grabbed some money and placed it in her backpack quickly as she changed out of what she was in, and into the exercise clothing she'd laid out, each piece showing off her figure even more than the dressy outfit. Grabbing her car keys, she threw her backpack in the passenger seat, and took off towards the church, deciding that the priority of buying clothes for the bonfire came second to Jesus. ... [Timehop bc I have no time to recap FOUR hours of plot in one post] Chandler arrived back at home with just about twenty minutes to spare until the bonfire. She jogged up the hill, backpack swung around her. She was paying no attention to anything other than the task at hand, laser focused on getting ready, makeup done, looking hot as she prepared to meet new people. . She'd just gotten into the room when she heard a familiar voice outside. "Too busy to greet ya best mate, eh? I see 'ow it is," Aodhan said with a cheeky grin. . Chandler did a double take, the dim evening light causing her to readjust her eyes. But, just by his voice she knew who it was. "Ohmygosh," her words tumbled out, "my favorite human being on this planet." . She wrapped him in a tight hug, the pair embracing as she constantly barraged him with questions. He promised to wait outside while she got ready, assuring him only ten minutes, hair and makeup, shower and clothes, in and out. . "I know you pride yourself in your quick showers, I'll even time ya," he grinned, shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. He hadn't dressed to impressed, nor did he usually. His style was very cool usually, but not formal. Just lowkey, skater type. Rock band lover, up on the trends. He often got made fun of for his unique style on the worship scene. . About ten minutes later, Chandler emerged from the room, makeup perfectly done, wearing a revealing, extremely cute pantsuit she'd picked up from the store. It was cut short on both ends, showing off her figure extremely well, and the red color matched her red lipstick, everything drawing attention to her. . "Dang, you're hot," Aodhan complimented, giving her a sly smile. . "Thanks," she smiled brightly, slipping her arm in his. "I can't get over the fact that you've known you were transferring for four months and kept it from me." . "It was worth it," he said with a grin. . "Let's go mingle, shall we? It looks like some others are already over there," Chandler acknowledged. She was having difficulty not taking credit for the event, and just letting it be a thing that the "staff" came up with. She loved personal recognition, constantly working on humility. It wasn't massive amounts of pride anymore, just a small urge she had to contain at this season in her life. It rarely fully came out, and to most people she was just extremely well rounded, full of grace. It was the inner demons she had to hide and deal with in the confines of isolation. |
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Samantha Starr / E / Mickey / M: Bonfire Peeps! (Indirectly),Open. This simply wasn't enough time.Sam sat on the end of her bed procrastinating due to the frustration of the whole thing.This bonfire had caught her completely off guard,having had no time to pre-plan her look and only two hours to get ready.Were these people having a laugh?With another sigh her eyes flicked back to the wardrobe,face set in determination as she stood to try get ready. The Strawberry- Blonde knew she was cutting it incredibly fine as her hand tentatively applied the last bit of lipstick - the plum colour emphasising the natural glow of her skin.A floaty green top fitted her bust well without the need to be cut tightly,the combination of her close-fitting leather trousers completing her outfit.It had an air of formality,Power without screaming it - Yet eye drawing.With a final decision she liked it,Sam shrugged on her denim jacket and rechecked her hair for the millionth time,pushing a Bobby pin back out of view.It looked almost effortless,the way she had simply plaited two bands around her head and adorned them at the back with a turquoise clip - the whole style in fact taking up the majority of her time. - - The young woman found herself clicking through the barn aisle,walk brisk and loud.An enthusiastic whinny called from further along the row of stables,Mickey instinctively recognising her walk even from the otherside of the walkway.Sam stood just beside his stall a little awkwardly,far enough he couldn't mess up her outfit whilst eyeing him up with a little confusion. In truth,Sam had been on her way to the bonfire when she had spotted Chandler and someone she didn't recognise ahead.She had seen how gorgeous she looked at the back,and figured it very much followed through at the front.Then all the laughing and Smiling through chatter - It was nauseating.So she had found herself in the barn,stood staring at her mount and trying to work out why exactly other people ran to them.Her hand outstretched to his face,simply moving his forelock back central and glancing to his expression nervously.She continued then to mess with it,taking the time to plait it gently and not being able to stop the stupid smile at how the chestnut was starting to doze.Sam tickled his muzzle with an under her breath giggle,the good- natured gelding nickering affectionately.This was a rare occasion for him,he did know for sure this had never happened from Sam before but couldn't help but look at her with hopeful eyes that she would continue this way. (Will get Simon up when I can,Sorry for the wait Hades!If you just wanted to take Marley to the bonfire feel free,and I'll make him catch up?) |
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Marley - Roze | Nirvana | D | M: Bonfire Peoples The dark haired woman fished through her closet, finally settling on her red flanel, black Green Day singlet and ripped black skinnies. Marley sighed and set them on the end of her bed before slowly walking into the bathroom and locking the door. _ Marley looked at herself in the mirror, minimalist makeup, straightened hair and her flat heeled cargo boots. `` This should be enough..`` She groaned, earliers memories flowing through her head. Marley quickly ducked out of her room and made her way down to where the bonfire was supposed to be. They were slowly setting up, piles of wood being thrown onto the slowly growing fire. Marley helped by throwing on a log before stepping back and nodding. No talking to anybody.. She told herself. The woman eagerly looked around for Simon, but couldn't find him anywhere. `` He should get here soon.`` Marley muttered under her breath. The sound of giggling filled the air and it repulsed her. |
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Payton|F|Ghost and Aueirnin|openssss Payton paused as she was leading Her horses out of the barn,the smell of a wood fire filling her nose.Wandering around the yard a little ,she found the source:a bonfire.A small smile slipped into her face before she let Aueirnin and ghost into the pasture.Locking the gate behind her self she walked slowly back to the bpmfire.She only saw a few people and a giant stack of logs and wooden palettes,so she knew it would be going way into the night.Payton grabbed Alex and practically dragged him back to the forms and told him to put on some comfy and warm clothes.She picked a pair of black sweatpants,some sneakers ,a thermal shirt and a Spider-Man hoodie,we love Spider-Man.The tall girl put her phone and some cash in her pocket(someone might want something from the nearby gas station, ya never know) then left the forms and waited outside for Alex.Payton also took off the majority of her makeup as it would probably get ruined by the ash she would inevitably get on her face,only keeping her eyeshadow and eyeliner cause it took ya girl half an hour to get that ombre right.It didn't matter that her scar wasn't covered because even near a fire, itll probably be to dark to notice. |
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Alexander Littlewood | 19 | Open Alex complied easily to Payton's request, tossing a brandless grey hoodie over his black t-shirt. Hoodies were by far his favourite clothes, his closet consisting almost entirely of various colour of them. Not that he had a huge wardrobe, but it still took up the majority of the ten or so items. Nearing the fire, he smiled secretively. Actually, it was his usual smile; he always looked secretive and suspicious by nature. There were only a couple of people there so far, most of which he couldn't recognise. He had been at White Oaks for a few days; just long enough to settle in, ride a couple times, and sleep. It also didn't help that there were almost constantly students coming and going, not to mention the many instructors. Alex settled down on a log, rocking softly to some unknown beat. It was still early, early enough for more people to arrive. And he could easily stay up late, always having had some struggle with sleep. Who knows, maybe he could meet someone new. Talk to someone. Only for the night, of course, his friendships had a cumbersome habit of falling apart as quickly as they had generated. |
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Lorenzo Biancci | 27 | Open Lorenzo arrived, somewhat sleepily, at the bonfire area, having been alerted on the WhatsApp group. He sighed under his breath, hoping that no one notice him. I would have preferred a job at a less social stable. Maybe he could slip away after a little, go binge another season of whatever hopeless soapie he could find. Sitting down finally, just out of the fire's heat, he began fiddling with his fingers awkwardly, not in the mood for small talk. More people were slowly appearing, greeting those they knew, falling into small friend circles. Friendly friend circles. Lorenzo felt the need to correct his thoughts, adjust them slightly to fit better in his current state of mind. |
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Astrid Elliot | Bjorn & Raven | M: Open The short dark haired woman ran her hand over the soft material of the shirt she was wearing. Astrid had mindlessly slipped on a plain black shirt alongside grey sweatpants. After tying her hair up into a high pony she slipped her vans on and pulled on a dark grey hoodie. Walking down the small gravel path her breath hitched when she noticed who was there. `` Nuh uh.`` She reminded herself. Astrid took the long way around him and situated herself on the other side of the fire. She noticed a few new people, especially one with short black hair. Nodding gently at the woman she fixated her eyes on the raising fire, the heat making her comfortably warm. |
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