Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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<sub>(AGH WHY STORY WHY. -_- My head hurts from this... D:.)

Skya hesitated and she pulled her hand away from Culver. She nodded, but whilst doing so she broke out crying. She had no idea why, but the tears just flooded her eyes, overflowing them and falling onto her shirt. Culver sensed her saddened mood and outstretched his nose, brushing her cheek and nudging her in an attempt to comfort her. The woman grabbed his head in her small, feminine hands and slowly it all ceased. She strangely laughed and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, it's just..." She shook her head and dried her face. "I'm just... Confused... I don't..." She sucked in a lot of breath and shook her head. "I will. I'm sorry..." She reiterated her apology, as if she hadn't gotten the point across or he hadn't heard. She smiled in a weak attempt to tell him she was okay. She wasn't. This was all too much. But she was tough enough. She could do this. She would go with him, and she'd see if this loss was really that of one of the residents of Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility. But either way, she'd be facing and seeing death, looking at it. Either way this person had a family of some sort, whether a wife or fiancé or girlfriend or children or biological family. It sickened her how cruel this world could be to people.</sub>

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_{Breanna blinked in thanks to Adam, dipping her head ever so slightly. She tightened her grip on Like Clockwork's lead rope. "He's mine," she repeated stubbornly, glaring at Peter once more. "Like I said, I'm not going anywhere." Clocks bobbed his head and nudged Brea's shoulder. The seventeen-year-old patted his nose, shooting a glare of daggers at Peter.}

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<sub>Adam's head jerked back as Peter landed a punch and he took a step back to recover himself. He worked his jaw as pain set in, enough to momentarily make darken his mind. What had he been doing? The thoughts triggered in his mind again and he narrowed his eyes. "Regardless if she has your horse or not, Peter, you don't grab a girl by the shirt." He replied cuttingly. "She could press charges if she'd like," he turned his gaze on the girl. "Who has the horse's papers? Why's she here if it's your horse as you claim?" He hadn't realized that his lip was bleeding, split from the punch, but it didn't really matter. He absently wiped the blood away with a hand. Stupid Chavez.

"Skya, listen, they're only letting in family to see the man in critical care. Would you...would you be able to convince them that you're family, whether a sibling or...girlfriend or something? Something's not right about this. I can't stop thinking that they made some sort of mistake...." He shook his head, baffled. "Please, we need to do this." Would Skya understand his desperation?</sub>

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Sorry I had to study.

I'm about to cry. They're repeating all the names of the kids shot in CT.

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_{Skya's eyes widened at this. This was a huge deal. Not only would she be lying, but she'd be looking at a dead person... And doing this just to make sure this was Miguel or not, which just seemed kind of... Selfish to her. People were crying over this death while she was there just to make sure it was their Mendoza? It just didn't seem right, but at the same time it made sense. So she took the beneficial road and accepted this. "I..." She puffed out her cheeks. "Okay..." Could they get arrested for these? The girl was paranoid and not quite herself at the moment, so she was just about as gullible as a dog and also as cautious. She gave a random nod and grabbed his hand. "Let's do this." She sighed and glanced around at everyone, fingers intertwined with Aiden's. Her hazel eyes took one last look at her precious thoroughbred colt and then she looked ahead at the parking lot. This was... Different. Something she'd never done before and had definitely never planned on doing. But it had to be done and she understood this. Maybe this would also help her set this straight and be more sure about the whole thing.}

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PETER CHAVEZ[/color]

_{Peter's eyes narrowed again and he rubbed at his temple, letting out a sound of frustration. "He's mine, I have the papers to prove it. Don't ask me what she's doing here. Was pretending to be... Some boy that had come along to be his groom or something. Seems suspicious too me, and I want her to unhand my horse now, or y'know, I'll be the one pressing charges." He opened his eyes again, glowering back at Breanna. "I really don't need this right now... Whatever the heck your name is."}

MERCEDES WILDE[/color]

Sadie had made her way towards Nessie's stall, eyes on the three people down the way. Her brow furrowed, but she didn't want to get involved. Plus, she was dizzy and just wanted so sleep. She played with her mare's white ears, though, watching intently in case if anyone else got hurt. She'd go get Adam some ice in a moment. The jockey still had no idea Peter had been the cause of her accident. She thought, it had just been an accident, not someone ramming into her horse.[/sub]

WORD COUNT[/color] ₂₁₅
OCC[/color] _{Sorry for the poof again, had to clean the kitty's litter.}

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_{"Yep! We can do a bunch of braids and take pictures and post them on Instagram!" Cat cheered, immediately enthralled about the idea and ready to start. Cat sat down on the sofa behind Ever, propping herself up on a few of the cushions and pillows so as not to sink into the couch. "Alright," She began as she reached out and took the brush. She gently brushed through Ever's hair so she could untangle it and make it easier to braid. She gathered hair near the top of Ever's head and separated it into three separate sections as she began to lace one of the other in a certain order. "You have such pretty hair. I'm jealous." Cat commented as her eyes followed the braiding, fingers working to make sure the plait didn't unravel or become loose. "Okay, it's done! Want to take a look?" She asked while holding her cellphone handy to take a photo.}


Typing up Rivers right now. I just when ahead and posted that because I have to go feed my dogs real fast.

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_{Breanna shook her head angrily. "But you don't understand," she insisted. "He's my horse. I've raised him since he was a baby. I know him better than anyone. You can't just take him from me." She had a determined expression on her face, her eyebrows scrunched and her eyes flashing, her jaw set defiantly. Her father had done just that. She'd almost lost him before. She wasn't losing him again. Clocks was becoming skittish. He was a bit of a goofy, hyperactive horse, and relied on Brea for a lot of things. He nudged her again, nibbling on her hair.}

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<sub>"Kid, why're you here, causing Chavez a hard time?" Adam said with a sigh, turning to the young girl. His jaw throbbed and he was getting a headache. He wanted to go elsewhere instead of dealing with a nutjob of a jockey and some kid, but if he didn't get involved, Peter would probably try killing this girl like he'd tried with Sadie. "If he legally bought the horse, you have no reason to be here." He pointed out.

Aiden studied Skya, noticing the panic. "I'm sorry for asking you this, but they only allow family into the critical care area. The guy's in a coma, so they can't exactly ask him for his name. He's just being treated as a John Doe or something. There were two car accidents last night and both involved one fatal and one survivor...This is a small town, not very many cops. They were probably mixed up. They had to be. Miguel wouldn't just get into a car accident." This was clearly rubbing Aiden the wrong way. He wasn't going to leave it alone until he had his proof set right in front of him.</sub>