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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jul 28, 2018 14:00:45 GMT -5
No problem. I'll be about again tonight
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Bisexual
Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Jul 29, 2018 17:12:19 GMT -5
There were 252 miles between the city and the town nearest her new home, and another 23 miles to the even smaller town where her new apartment was located. All of it was prairie, wide, flat and open, interrupted only by the interstate. There were towns along the way, of course, though "town" was a rather grand description for most of them. The names, however, were always hopeful; Harmony, Wakefield, Valhalla. For much of the way hers was the only car on the road. Leaving the city and the bustle of rush hour traffic behind as her battered Nissan Sunny began the long journey towards new beginnings. Despite spending all of her life in a combination of picturesque suburbia and the hustle and bustle of the city and mostly enjoying the stimulation of city living, she had always found the confinement, dirt and especially the noise, oppressive. Consequently, what absorbed her most as she drove across the dusty prairie was not thoughts of the new life which lay ahead but rather a simple sense of unbridled freedom. She'd escaped from the city. Alone with all that silent space around her, the sense of deliverance it gave her verged on ecstatic. For once her mind was clear of thoughts, her only focus was on the road unfolding before her. About 30 miles out of town, the first town not her final destination, the ancient car began to splutter. 'No. No. No' She muttered to herself, slamming her palm against the dashboard which seemed a temporary fix for another 5 miles or so. After that the splutter became a wheezy cough, a series of worrying pops and with a final shudder, silence. 'I knew I should have traded you in' She muttered to the car, realising quite how mad that made her sound. Well this was turning out to be a fantastic idea, after a moment of resting her head in desperation against the steering wheel she clambered out to stretch her legs and assess her options.
There really weren't that many options to consider. She hadn't passed a gas station in more than 50 miles, so going back wasn't going to happen, and with no idea if there was one further along the road she didn't fancy chancing it on foot. Luckily her mobile phone still had some charge, and perhaps more importantly a few bars of signal. Not that she really knew who to call being so far from everyone she knew. The final option, wait and see if someone happened to drive past. Perhaps the most unlikely option of the three, she hadn't seen a car for hours so the chance of someone coming to her rescue now was slim.
(I have no idea for place names so if you have good town name ideas please, Hope this is ok I just sorta had the idea and a but of muse to get out)
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Aug 1, 2018 13:13:06 GMT -5
( I am so sorry this took so long. It took a ridiculous amount of time to get an idea of what I wanted to write, and then it took forever to find time to actually write it. I promise I won't always take this long to reply. >.< )
He hadn’t expected to leave the auction so late, though he really should have. How many times had he been delayed by the unpredictability of scared and abused animals? Too many times to count at this point, yet he always expected to leave or arrive on time. Of course, that could have been in part because he tended to lose track of time entirely when working with animals, especially the terrified ones most in need of his undivided attention. He had two such animals in his equine trailer now. They had been making a fuss almost the entire way home until a short while ago, and he kept looking at the trailer in his side mirror, wondering if they had just tired themselves out or if something more concerning was the cause of their sudden quiet. He was debating the pros and cons of pulling over to check on them when his gaze returned to the road after another peek in his side mirror to see a dark shape on the side of the road ahead. He blinked. Was that a car? And a person walking willy-nilly about it? Didn’t they know coyotes and wolves were known to roam these plains? They were one of the cons that had made him hesitant to pull over—and he had a loaded shotgun under his seat. He doubted whether this person had ever seen a gun up close, let alone knew how to shoot one. Muttering curses about ignorant people, he slowed his truck and rolled down the passenger side window as he got closer. He didn’t pull over, just came to a stop on the road beside the car and the—girl, woman, whichever. It was too dark to accurately guess her age. Great, he thought. Is she even going to accept my advice, or just think I’m trying to kidnap her? He didn’t normally look particularly intimidating, but the shadows in his truck probably made his lean but well-muscled frame look enormous. He didn’t speak right away, figuring it best to gauge her reaction to him first.
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