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louis fitzpatrick
Nurse Practitioner • 36 YRS
ENTP
Occupation
Nurse Practitioner
Nickname
Lou
Pronouns
He/him
Sexual Orientation
Hetero Gray Ace
Status
Divorced
Partner
N/A
Riding Style
Western
N/A
is
N/A

Breed
Gender
N/A
Age
Disciplines
N/A
Application
is Offline


Age
26
Pronouns
She/her
Timezone
EST
Contact
pm or discord
5 Posts
110 Points
Roleplay
21/OCT/2017 for @elaine wentwick
TW: Eating disordered thoughts.
Lou retracted deeper into the folds of his dark petticoat to stave the bone-chilling gusts of a mid-October evening. He pressed himself closer to the external wall Haunted House to shield himself from further winds and out of the meagre light provided by a lamppost. Green eyes canvassed the crowds for one figure in particular as he clicked his tongue against the rear of his teeth in annoyance. Louis was not a fan of congested festivities at the best of times and the first night of The Dark Carnival was no exception. Thankfully he could soon return to the sanctity of his cabin. Louis was not scheduled to work the first evening of carnival and he had no intentions of participating of any of the festivities Vandervilt had graciously funded. He had been leaning against the Haunted House for no more than a few minutes before he was offered an assortment of repulsive refreshments. Blood drop caramel corn. Zombie brain cupcakes. Bags of gummy worms. Even without the ghastly resemblance to inedible objects Louis turned each down without hesitance. Absently his thin hand made contact with his abdomen. Being at this event encircled with students and adults alike mindlessly shoving such vile treats down into their guts was making him physically ill. His innards contracted violently beneath his touch. Louis wanted to run as far away from the revolting empty calories as he could before he could be tempted into nibbling on a Poison Apple. With the enticing thought of his cats bringing warmth back into his toes, Lou tucked both hands deep into his armpits and ducked his head as he stepped back into the light. He made it three steps before rolling his eyes and dejectedly slipping back against the wall. As much as he wanted to, Louis couldn’t leave yet. There was still the matter of retrieving his journal before its contents were released to everyone living on the ranch. He had not even realized it was missing from his desk when he noticed the corner of his journal peeping out of one of the student’s bags. The frayed edges of his personal journal practically screamed at him and he barely paid attention while he dispensed medications to several of the students in the common room. Before he had a chance to confront her directly, the girl left. Determining the girl’s identity had been simple. At 4’8”, Wentwick was among the shortest of the students at the ranch and a quick skim of the Brook Haven records gave him all the information he needed to know. As far as he could ascertain Elaine Wentwick was the student who was least deserving of their spot at Brook Haven. It was not pertinent to finding her, but it could be useful information if retrieving his journal became troublesome. Finding her during the Dark Carnival festivities, on the other hand, was proving to be a more difficult task than he had envisioned. He had hoped to spot her cowering in some shadow, trying her damnedest to dissolve into the darkness. So far no luck. After what felt like an eternity, his heart leapt when he finally spotted her. Without thought Lou dug his hands deep into his pockets and took a pair of lengthy strides to stand directly in front of her. ”Miss Wentwick a word.” He scathed over the screeches from the nearby Haunted House. Discontent etched into the corners of his mouth and he stared her down as if he were looking right through her. His nostrils flared and he gave a sharp nod towards a relatively secluded area near the exit to one of the rides. Without a further word he turned to the area he directed them towards and walked until the frightened voices and eerie music faded. Louis crossed his arms over his narrow chest and restricted his eyes into slits. ”I don’t know when you took it, or who gave it to you, but I want it back.” He seethed between gritted teeth, his annoyance growing with every word.
elaine wentwick
student • 15 YRS
INFP=T
Occupation
student
Nickname
ellie
Pronouns
she/her
Sexual Orientation
gay
Status
single
Partner
Riding Style
English
Ellie comes from a particularly tight-knit family in the UK, and when her grandmother died, she took it particularly hard. After embarassing herself and being outed by a girl at her school whom she asked out, she's decided that all people are either going to hurt her deliberately, or she'll get attached and something awful will happen. As a result, she's almost totally detached and the only thing that she'll make much noise for is riding Sonny, usually at a stupid speed!
sonny
is
six ways to sunday

Breed
grade horse
Gender
male
Age
12
Disciplines
trail riding
Application
is Offline


Age
22
Pronouns
he/him
Timezone
GMT+0
Contact
PM
31 Posts
235 Points
Pathfinder
Mustang
21/OCT/2017 for @SQUIRT
TW: Social anxiety
Friday, 20th November. I had that dream again. Truth be told, Ellie wasn't sure what it meant, or if it even meant anything at all. She'd heard somewhere that dreams were the mind trying to solve a problem it couldn't fix while awake, but given how strange her dreams were becoming, that seemed unlikely. If there was a problem that weird in her life, she would hope to at least be aware of it. Perhaps it's just the time of year and the spooky vapours are messing up my brain. That seemed even less likely – she wasn't exactly a scientist, but Elaine was almost certain that pumpkins and plastic skeletons couldn't produce hallucinogenic gases. Even as poorly-informed as she was, that would have come up at some point. Whatever the problem was, it was going to have to keep puzzling itself out, because Elaine had no idea at all what was going on in there. In any case, she was too busy to worry about going mad – she'd been having a good few days, all told. Sonny's mood had improved to the point where Ellie could actually set a bridle and a saddle on him without being put on her arse, she'd had a decent result in a math exam and for the first time in longer than she could recall, she was feeling pretty relaxed. Maybe it was just the way everyone looked equally ridiculous and the whole ranch looked like a low-budget film, but somehow folks just weren't spooking her the same way they used to. That wasn't going to last. As she stifled a laugh at some poor bugger's expense – their attempt at fishing out an apple with their face had been sabotaged by a tall, broad-shouldered lad who had grabbed their legs and dunked them – a long shadow drew over her, and Elaine had never felt more like a vole staring at a hungry owl in flight. Eep. A thin, skeletal figure stood between her and the light, and pointed a single bony finger out to a quiet spot a few yards away. Toby had given Ellie chills, but this guy was...different. Disquieting. He didn't quite have the sunken features and the corpse-stare TJ had given Elaine, but this guy looked as though he lived in a black cloud. Even before he spoke, she knew she was in trouble, and her mind raced and her guts knotted as she tried to recall exactly what she'd done. She was drawing a blank, and something told her he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I want it back. Confusion was no longer going to cut the mustard – Elaine was forced to resort to bafflement. With a sheepish look and an hand on her elbow, Elaine turned her head upwards and mewed, “I dunnsumfinsumfin.” Mr.Fitzpatrick didn't look impressed. “I don't kn-now what you mean, s-sir. Honest.”
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