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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 12:14:02 GMT -7
[Oh... Alright. haha. Okay, I will be on later, need to shower and do chores, and my computer has to update something.]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 12:18:48 GMT -7
Alright. See ya.
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 15, 2012 12:54:34 GMT -7
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 15, 2012 12:56:31 GMT -7
[HORSEY: for our roleplay plot-thingy... My charcter's name is Breanna Bentley, and I want her nickname to be Bree - yuh. Like Son - yuh. Or Juli - yuh. If you get what I'm saying. :3 But I'm not sure how it would be spelled. Brea? Breeya? Breea? Breeja?]
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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 13:49:26 GMT -7
[Okay, sounds good. I can't RP right now though, I'm sorry, working on getting things done for this website... We're going to have a word count of 200 from now on, and I'll be raising it every once in awhile.]
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Post by Story on Dec 15, 2012 14:02:52 GMT -7
Aiden shook his head slowly. "Ever, I can't. I can't bring you. I'm sorry. I can't..." He said quietly, shaking his head again. Everyone seemed to be spiraling. It seemed that Miguel's death was effecting everyone. He shook his head. He had to go. He said a quick apology to Skya, that he was asked to come in for a few minutes and that he'd be back soon.
Without a further word, and before anyone could dive into his truck with him, Aiden drove into town. He drove as carefully as possible, for, as the officer had said, the roads were rather slippery and dangerous. He made it to the hospital though and was directed to the morgue. As he entered the chilled room that was located in the basement of the hospital, he was led over to a morgue drawer and the morgue attendant opened the drawer, pulling the sheet back.
Aiden steeled himself, afraid that he'd see blood, cuts, and gore over Miguel's face. Instead, as he examined the cleaned cuts and pale skin, he couldn't help but stare at the pale red-brown hair that clung in tufts to the man's head. He shook his head slowly. "That's not Miguel...this is the wrong body."
"Terribly sorry. We had another car accident last night as well. People just aren't careful on the roads like they should be." The attendant shook his head and opened another morgue drawer, revealing another body. Aiden closed his eyes and took a shallow breath. This body hadn't been cleaned with the same care and he felt himself dizzily reel away from the sight for a moment.
That didn't look like Miguel, but the skin, while pale, matched his olive tone. The hair was dark, but it seemed just a tad too short. The man's face was damaged badly, cut up and swollen a tad. Aiden wasn't positive. He squinted, avoiding the man's face and staring at something else. "Where's his cross? Miguel always wore a necklace with the cross on it. He wouldn't ever take it off." He knew Miguel was a devout, religious man. The attendant shook his head, explaining that he hadn't removed a cross. This man had no identification or jewelry when he came in. Another thought nagged at him. Miguel was required by law to carry his green card with him everywhere he went. Miguel would never leave without it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 14:11:53 GMT -7
[Does Sasha accept visitors even if his health went downhill? Cuz i'm bored xD
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Post by Story on Dec 15, 2012 14:13:45 GMT -7
[Hmm, I suppose he could. X3]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 14:18:34 GMT -7
]Okay. xD Cuz I know you don't really have any open charries at Cross And one question. You definately are killing one of your charries, right?]
Keely had left to check up on Sasha, after hearing from Skya that he had Cradiac Arrest, or something like that. She went to the hospital, and after finding his room, she tentatively entered, approaching him. She didn't dare even to breathe near him, as he seemed so...fragile. She whimpered, wringing her hands.
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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 14:23:02 GMT -7
[Poor Miguel  / I wanna bring in a new male jockey, do you like the name Arthur or Kenton?]
Sadie was sitting up in the hay loft at the moment, eyes glazed over. The news of Miguel's death was troubling... What if someone else died? What if Adam didn't survive the cancer? She drew a shaky breath even at the though, brow wrinkled with worry. Her hands were clutched together, knuckles turning white. She shivered once, closing her eyes against a flood of memories. Death was always terrible news to Sadie, it struck a cord with her.
The pale room was sterile, too clean for Sadie's taste, though, she didn't seem to notice or care at the moment. Her eyes were misty, stinging with tears and she was shaking slightly. The soft beeping of the machines off to the left weren't a comfort at all. She had grown dizzy from her mind chasing thoughts around and around.
She felt torn, eyes resting on the worn face of a man; her father. His eyes shut, his breathing was shallow and raspy. He was limp, and bruised all over; she didn't even know the extent of the internal injuries.
He was barely clinging to life, and wasn't waking. The doctors said he wasn't going to survive, that he would probably be dead in the next hour. But, hope nagged at the back of Sadie's mind, telling her that everything would be okay. Everything was going to be fine; he was going to wake any moment.
But the other part of her brain believed that it was over. This chapter of her life was over. She would have to say goodbye to her only living relative, and continue on by herself; utterly alone. She was scared, incredibly frightened. She didn't want to be by herself, she wanted to go home with him and pretend nothing had happened. But everything was going to change.
She was at war with herself, fighting to say goodbye or not let go... Sadie felt numb all over, an unfeeling tingle that resided as deep as into her bones, it clouded her brain, masking all of the pain that was to come.
She reached over, grabbing the man's hand and squeezing tightly. "It's okay Daddy, go." She finally murmured, choking back a sob, she pulled away; almost as if she was disgusted with herself. Sadie cradled her head in her hands, tears flowing freely now; and the numbness was gone. It was replaced with a terrible feeling of loss and loneliness.
Sadie stared off at the far rafters, eyes distant at this memory. Even at the mention of a car crash, or if someone near to her died it one, it brought back this horrible memory. She shivered once, eyes closing as she tried to regain composure. Soon after her farewell, her beloved dad had passed quietly. It was something that would stick with the jockey the rest of her life, and had shaped her future immensely.
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