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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 17:02:31 GMT -7
[-pokes announcement board-] [/blockquote] |
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Post by Story on Dec 15, 2012 17:03:22 GMT -7
[Cloudy has a bone to pick with you, Horsey.]
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 15, 2012 17:04:53 GMT -7
Brea stared at him for a long time, her expression hardened and kind of empty, in a way. "My name is Breanna," she said quietly, flustered. "I'm...I'm his daughter. Breanna Bentley. This is my horse," Brea said, voice rising now into anger. She gestured to Clocks. "He had no right! No right to sell him! But you don't understand. You wouldn't. You're... You're going to tell him." She turned to face him, eyes locked on his. She suddenly gripped his arm. "Don't. Please. You can't."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2012 17:11:39 GMT -7
I responded on the other page, Story
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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 17:12:55 GMT -7
[Mmhmm..../ I dunno what to do with Sadie... Blah...]
Peter's eyes narrowed and he shook her off of him, forcing her to release his grip on his arm. "Why shouldn't I call your father? This is my horse. Not yours. I paid good money for him, did I not?" He growled at her, feeling like he should slap some sense into this girl. "You know what, I want you to call him. I really don't have time for this. Call him now, and then leave. I don't need help, and I don't like being in the company of liars." He growled again, pulling his thin smartphone out of his pocket and holding it gruffly out for the girl. "Go, on, call him. It'll do us both good, because I don't have time to discipline rebellious teenagers who think they own other's property. Are you crazy?" He demanded, fury lining his clenched jaw, tight eyes, and flared nose. It was obvious he was angry. He was angry for being fooled and now having to deal with this stupid girl who think she could pull off being an imposter of a man. [/blockquote] |
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 15, 2012 17:17:45 GMT -7
[:3]
Brea shook her head angrily, crossing her arms and glaring at him. "I'm not going anywhere," she spat. "It doesn't make any difference whether I'm a girl or not. I don't care what my father says. I don't care about your money. He's my horse, not yours. You don't even know him. I've known him since he was a baby. I raised him, not you. He needs me. Not you." She took a step closer, shoving him backwards. "Don't you dare call him your property." She said, dangerously close to losing her temper altogether. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm putting my horse in his new stall."
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Post by Spotify on Dec 15, 2012 17:20:10 GMT -7
Ever straighten up so Aiden could have room, she didn't answer right away and when she finally did, her voice was barely above a whisper,"He never and I repeat never takes his cross off." Her voice cracked on the word Cross and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from crying again. She shook her head softly,"I-I don't think it's him, Aiden. I would know he was gone."she whispered, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them,"I know he hates me, but the question is does he hate me enough to fake his own death?"she said, to her the answer was yes. He had to hate her after all she had done to him. She hated herself for what she had done. She wish she could heal the both of them, she didn't deserve him she knew, but that didn't stop her heart for pining after him.
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Post by Cloudy on Dec 15, 2012 17:23:45 GMT -7
[Naw, Story, I figured it out. x3 Sorry. I get worked up easily, and seeing the forums different freaked me out a little. xD Sorry, Horsey! No hard feelings here... /hides]
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Post by Story on Dec 15, 2012 17:28:01 GMT -7
Sasha stared at Keely and then dropped his gaze to the restraints that bound him. "I hate...these." He tugged angrily at them and then glanced back up at Keely. "Take off...them." He managed to utter, tugging absently now at the horrible restraints. He was stiff and sore from being unable to move for days. Why they insisted on keeping him bound, he didn't know. It wasn't fair to him that his freedom of movement was so restricted. He showed no outward intentions of harming anyone or himself. If they'd just take them off, he could prove this. All he wanted was to roll onto his side, a movement he had been unable to perform for days. Didn't they realize just how uncomfortable it was?
"Ever, he has to keep his green card with him. If he didn't have any proof that he was a citizen, he'd just be deported and he wouldn't risk that because his family depends on him. He doesn't hate you," Aiden said quietly. "I'm certain of it. I just...it doesn't add up. I mean, from what the morgue said when they showed me the wrong body, there had been another accident. This guy had red hair. The other guy, he looked like Miguel, but he didn't, at the same time...his face was pretty messed up." Aiden shook his head. "But we were told that Miguel died and that this other guy was in critical care. They wouldn't mess up something like that..."
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Post by haylee on Dec 15, 2012 17:32:24 GMT -7
[It's fine, Cloudy, haha./ Hey Spotify, can you remake Graceling? If you are planning on it?]
Peter remained on his feet, not really bothered by being pushed by this girl; she hadn't done any damage than making him sway for a moment. He blocked her path. "You call him now, or heaven so forbid I will. I will make your life a living hell, kid. Do you understand me? You're digging herself deeper and deeper. You're still a minor and your father is in charge of you. Do you want me to call the police and tell them you ran away? Would you like that? Huh? Cause I sure would. I don't need a snobby little rich kid telling me what to do with my horse." He said, eyes resting on Like Clockwork. "Do you even understand? I don't want my money back, I want that horse. He's mind after all, and if you would please hand me the lead rope and head home, this whole huge mess you've created can go unnoticed." He growled again, he was rambling now. "Or do I need to call your daddy? Huh? Because I will if you don't give me the lead rope."
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