~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

[equinehugger3]

MT NEEDS SOMEONE. A dude, perhaps?

She needs to develop a flirtatious reputation...

 

[chickendiva25]

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I could make someone!

 

[horsecrazychicklovingkid]

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Duck said you weren't gonna be one tonight.

I wont be on for long

Aw, poor duck.

 

[equinehugger3]

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I could make someone!

YEAH! Some gym dude, who's a QB for some amazing college football team and all that...

 

[chickendiva25]

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I could make someone!

YEAH! Some gym dude, who's a QB for some amazing college football team and all that...

Yeah! Totally! I was thinking like, maybe Jude's Brother.

That'd be cool....Then Jude would kind of hate her.

 

[equinehugger3]

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YEAH! Some gym dude, who's a QB for some amazing college football team and all that...

Yeah! Totally! I was thinking like, maybe Jude's Brother.

That'd be cool....Then Jude would kind of hate her.

Jude can't hate her until the assault.

 

[chickendiva25]

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Yeah! Totally! I was thinking like, maybe Jude's Brother.

That'd be cool....Then Jude would kind of hate her.

Jude can't hate her until the assault.

Right, right.


What I mean is, like, kinda dislike her for hitting on her Brother, but get over it.

 

[equinehugger3]

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Jude can't hate her until the assault.

Right, right.


What I mean is, like, kinda dislike her for hitting on her Brother, but get over it.

Ah, sure.

Now, RP him.

Bridget turned Wind out into the pasture. She leaned against the wooden fence, brushing her hair out of her face.

 

[DuckLover2399]

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I wont be on for long

Aw, poor duck.

You got peter now leave me alone

 

[chickendiva25]

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Right, right.


What I mean is, like, kinda dislike her for hitting on her Brother, but get over it.

Ah, sure.

Now, RP him.

Bridget turned Wind out into the pasture. She leaned against the wooden fence, brushing her hair out of her face.

Yay!!!

Suddenly, a large F-150 tore down the drive-way of Green Island Farms, kicking up dust as the tires tore into the ground. The windows were extremely tinted, so it was nearly impossible to look through them. The chassis of the truck, silver in color, shone brightly in the sunlight as it skidded to a halt. As the loud engine of the truck stopped, the driver side door popped open and the driver hopped out. A sturdy looking man, with light tan boots covered in dust, shut the door and leaned up against the car surveying the land. He stood around 6', with thick sandy blonde hair that was messily arranged on his head. His simple cotton shirt, striped with small veriticl blue lines, was crisp, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His arms were somewhat hairy, but very muscular and tan; as was the rest of his skin. He quickly pulled off his designer sun glasses, revealing two bright green eyes. He cockily smiled, like a young school boy, as he laid eyes on Bridget. He began walking towards her; he smelled of cologne and leather, like a male model. "Howdy!" He called, his voice deep and cheerful.