hey look guys it's me getting all the posts in i promised like four days ago because i've had a collective twenty hours of sleep this week))

Nessa | Callum, Darius

"Damn, Ness, don't be so discreet. It's not like he's your type or anything."

Callum tried to hide his satisfaction with himself for his mischief as the pair came within sight of a young man with tousled auburn hair and a lean, athletic frame. Nessa had told Callum he should befriend the fellow, but it was obvious by the reddish hue on her face that she was only pushing him to do it because she was too shy to introduce herself. She had fantastic communication skills up until the moment she found someone attractive, then she was easily the shyest sibling. Callum thought this was funny, so he decided that he would take up her offer on befriending him.

Approaching Darius with a smile, Callum appeared confident and assertive, two adjectives most opposite of who he actually was. He waited until Darius acknowledged him to begin speaking, as well as when they were within range of hearing.

"Hey mate, my name's Callum, and this is my sister Nessa," Nessa waved in an amiable way and offered him a smile, though the overthinking already occuring was causation for her to remain meek. "Have you been here long," the younger brother continued, "we just got here and are trying to meet some people."

Tyler | Livvy <3

Tyler had been looking for Olivia for what felt like eternity when she came crashing into his arms. He was much more affected by this than he let on, enjoying having her with him again in person. A huge grin spread on his face, which only faltered slightly as she pulled away. A new sense of excitement washed over him as the moment he had been waiting for finally came. He was here, with her, after days and days of rigorous travel. For once, he felt like someone, not just a nothing in nowhere, Utah.

Forgetting how excitable and energetic she could be, Tyler chuckled, waiting for her to come up for air before replying. "Let me try to answer those in order. I missed you too, and I just got here about twenty minutes ago or so. None of my horses are here, I thought the trip would be a little much for them right now, so it's just me, ya know?" Of course, this was a lie, but he refused to let Livvie see him as impoverished or menial, so he harbored the resentment and let positivity flow. After all, it was in the air whenever she was around.

"I don't know where anything is, why don't we go together? How long have you been here?"

Laurence stared out the window of the black suburban, eyes fixated on the trees, whose leaves were changing yet again. This time last year, he was a dressage trainer with a happy go lucky personality and an inner peace he could no longer produce. Now, he was some objectified playing piece on a game board he did not understand. None of it made sense. Not one fragmented shard of truth illuminated the dark obscurity that was his life. He was crawling through a tunnel with no light at the end, looking for any sense of tangibility to ground him, to keep him present.

Laurence's life now was very similar to how it was as a child. He was ungrounded, floating somewhere in the atmosphere, his senses stuck in a dream world. It was easier to dream than to breathe most days, both now and during his childhood. He had sworn he'd never get back to this place then, and yet, here he was. Drowning in oxygen, which felt insidious to someone as disconnected from reality as he.

He felt catatonic, emotionally repressed, numb. He missed his real job, his horses, everything he had given up when Kholo said, 'go.' Samantha felt more like a task, a deadline, than a human being, than a life. He was convinced she wasn't alive any longer, that they'd gone to the ends of the earth to search for her and come up empty-handed. That he would never see her face again alive for as long as he lived. This made it much simpler to remain in his mind, accompanied by thoughts and not people. People were foreign to him again, as if he were eight years old once more. After a healthy period of fifteen years, Laurence had fallen back into old habits, feeling like a shell of the person Sam knew, and a shell of the person he now knew he had the potential to be. He felt as if they'd just finished searching the last possible crevice she may lie in, and surely, now, everyone would give up hope. He felt bad for being so cynical, but couldn't help himself. He desired to move on, to begin again, to start building his walls up once more, brick after brick until Laurence DiLorenzo existed once more, not just Laurence, the imaginative boy who never came down to earth for one second, not even to see his family suffer.

Nessa/Callum | Darius

Callum gave a quaint, goofy smile, causing Nessa to give him an odd look. He was the exact opposite of her in every way, it amazed her endlessly. Where she was naturally goofy and confident, Callum was reserved, isolated, and aloof. When put in stressful situations, each became the other completely, as if morphing personalities.

"Three years? Congrats, that's a long time to be in one place, especially for a military brat. What's the best part about being here?"

When he mentioned their last name, Callum curiously inquired, "oh yeah? That's us, what kind of drama are they stirrin' on us?"

Nessa had seemed to grow satisfied making friends with his mare, and was nearly disappointed when Darius pulled her away. She was a character, as he had said. She nodded complacently, a bright smile on her lips. It was all she felt she could muster, and wanted to for that matter--Callum rarely ever spoke to strangers, let alone dominated a conversation, so it was no bother to let him. She was happy watching the attractive stranger's cheeks grow flushed anyway.

When he asked what had brought them to White Oaks, Callum had grown distracted, eyeballing something or another, so she spoke up, her confidence returning and her cheeks paling. Not by much, but it was something. "Me 'n our brother Darraugh produce horses, but we came to compete. Callum is just here for the adventure." She gave another charming smile, adding, "how'd you end up in Virginia?"

(I thought buger it,lEt's get this Thang on a Roll )

It was starting again,This reoccurring dream she always seemed to have of late,her last hope and will cramming itself into a 5 minute sequence.

There was noise,Scuffling around and tiptoeing over rotting floor boards.With every creak her heart would beat faster within her chest,these unknown heros creeping closer with every laboured breath she took in an attempt to make it last longer.Please don't end now,Don't wake.Sam heard her mind willing,pleading for it all to remain just for a moment - to let her hope for a second.The damp in the air clung to her lungs,coating itself along her throat.She had never managed to call out anyways,only able to lay in her dream state unable to do anything,the efforts only leaving her near collapse when she woke.

But then she heard it.Again.

Now her heart was really pounding,Breath and beat racing the other in despairation.Her name.They said her name. Her dry mouth opened to speak,scream but only mustered an almost inaudible squeal. This was different - She wasn't dreaming.For a moment Sam forgot the lack of energy in her body and stumbled upward,tumbling almost immediately back to her knees Coming incredibly close to knocking herself out.Please. Had they heard her? Surely they had.

Sam now tried anything to make a noise,Sheer panic gripping her body as it had when she first woke in this room over a year ago,entwining itself into every part of her being.Was it that long?She didnt know, didnt care.
But her efforts had fallen short,the calling,Scuffling.It was gone.Silence once more echoed around her,the only noise her rasping breath staggering out of the frail shivering body Sam had become.With no ability to cry any longer,her body remained frozen unable to move.This was it,She knew she couldnt take anymore now.The strawberry blonde felt death grasping her,Taking her in with open arms.At least somebody was.
As her body collapsed against the wall,a small hatch was thrust open above her - It crashing back with a thud.The noise bashing her eardrums was soon overcome by disbelieving voices,ushering her.Calling her.They were here.The relief was all too much for her to handle,In finally feeling the bite of fresh air her body fell back limp and weak,succumbing to the black.

* * *

It had been a relatively short call , No more than a few words uttered but it was enough to make his body practically tremble.His head was racing now,the phone still to his ear as if the call was still active.He needed to do something,Tell somebody.Tell everybody.Would he know yet?Surely there was only one way to find out,

The call seemed to dial for a millennium before it finally went through to silence,The blonde fidgeting and pacing the office like a mad man.His expression was grim but hopeful none the less,body taunt .But Laurence couldnt have got a word in If he tried,Tims voice energetic and overpowering,



"Laurence,Buddy,Pal.Have they rung you,Have you heard?.."


His voice pauses,An undeniable hope and belief to his tone.Part of him wanted to wait,let the man answer,make sure he was actually there.But he couldnt,It bursting from his mouth like a cannonball,



"Mate Theyve got her.Theyve found Sam."

Laurence / Tim

Laurence heard his phone vibrating as he walked up the gravel driveway, having just been dropped off by the detectives. He had asked to walk, it was only a mile or two up the driveway and a rather pretty setting this time of year. The leaves were all gorgeous crimsons and yellows, and fog hung above the dewy grass, composing a hauntingly beautiful landscape. On clearer days than this, the mountains were visible from afar, making everything that much more picturesque.

Because he was trapped in his mind these days, nature was one of the few ways he could truly unlock his inner self. He'd spent many hours out here painting, sketching, writing, journaling, and so on, getting back to the artistic ways of his youth. It was far more comfortable to be alone, allowing his senses to perceive, than to be in the company of others who seemed to only ask him about the one thing he never wanted to speak of. And that was the only thing the name flashing on his caller ID would want to speak of.

"What do you want, Tim," a tone of cold annoyance struck the man on the other side of the line. The overabundance of nicknames made it worse, making him even more skeptical than he already was--Tim never rang, no one did unless they needed something.

"What? Have I heard what," replied Laurence, coldly. He was growing impatient.

As Tim replied with words he never thought he'd hear, his breath hitched for only a second before his heart hardened once more, defensive, withdrawn, in a pained rage.

"Yeah, and pigs fly. What kind of sick joke is this? Why would you say something like that. I was just with the detectives, and we had nothing. There's nowhere else to look, Tim. She's dead. I know that, you know that, and everyone else needs to come to terms with it. It's been a year, I'm tired of you people living in this fantasy world where all endings are happy endings. Grow up."

Olivia Lancewood | 16 | Cirrus | XC/E | Tyler

Livvie beamed back at Tyler, her entire face lit up with excitement. "I have no idea! Maybe fifteen minutes...or was it less - like I said, I have no flipping clue." Pausing for a moment to regain her breath, she quickly sparked onto the next topic. "Oh oh! Have you seen the horses they have here? They're absolutely adorable. I saw this cute little piebald in the stalls, and at least seven different breeds in one barn alone. This place is amazing, I'm telling you!" She had unconsciously stood up on her toes in order to maintain comfortable eye contact with her friend, her eyes rapt and chin jutted out slightly. "Isn't it?"

Moving onto the next thing as quickly as she had begun, she finally registered his earlier remark. "Oh, none of your hoof babies then. Cirrus is here, 'course-" she gestured vaguely towards the barn cluster "- but he'll be out of action once the jet lag hits him. But I can't wait to meet my school horse!" Her exclamation marks dotted the surrounding air, practically visible in her enthusiasm.

"Mm, I should have my map here somewhere. Something about a main office, I'll look." She tugged out a heavily crumpled and rather mud stained pamphlet from her jean pocket, holding it up to the fading light. "At least I didn't get the times mixed up this time!" Olivia joked, referencing their first meeting. She'd arrived four hours earlier than expected at the other stable, as well as mixing up Cirrus' transport.

"Anyways. This way...I think?" She linked her arm in his, stepping out in the fluid direction of where she thought the office was.

[Only with Livvie could I write 150+ words of pure chatter xD]