Post by SASHA L. on Aug 12, 2013 19:36:02 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:360px; padding:5px; background-color:#eee;] all my dead friends look a lot like you |
| [atrb=style, background-color:#333; max-width:360px; ] The blonde walked confidently through the ranching district. She felt so strange. The area was so new. The just-moved feeling still hung in the air. Everything smelled so….strange! But it wasn’t a bad strange, just- she couldn’t really describe it. Sasha tried to control the giddy energy and forced herself to keep walking. She had actually done it! She had actually moved away and set up her own business! Sasha would be living the ranching life form now on where hard work was ready to jump at her from any direction! Or at least, that’s how she thought it would be like. Farmers had it hard after all. The heiress had never thought she’d actually be residing in a sleepy place like Primula Town. It felt small and tranquil, not like back at home where everything was so fast paced. Back home, you had to have a strong desire for peace and quiet if you even wanted to plan to have some. The woman sighed happily glancing over fences into ranches and farms. She kept an eye open for stray ranchers she could greet. The woman was determined to fit in and she would start by making friends with her neighbors. Though she was unsure how exactly she would approach anyone. “H-Howdy!” she attempted, frowning at the stutter. Sasha had heard the greeting often enough after moving. However, when it came out of her mouth it sounded strange. She shook her head trying to push away the thought. The blonde was worrying too much over something as trivial as a greeting. She had to be positive. She’d met tons of people before and the greeting never really mattered. Right? Sasha snapped out of her worrying, hearing a sudden loud quack. The florist stopped in her tracks before looking down at the aquatic bird. “Hello there…?” she said cautious of the animal. Was it wild? Would it attack like on TV? But the white duck simply quacked again before turning its back to her and wandering off. The blonde glanced around trying to find someone responsible but saw no one. “Hello? I think this duck is yours?” she called out hoping the lost bird would come to the attention of somebody in charge. No one showed up though. She spotted more ducks walking around the property, all quacking contently. “Did something happen here, Sir Quackers?” she asked aloud before locating the duck pond. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Well except, a purple haired man laying on the ground. A surge of panic shot through the woman as she jogged over, looking down to check if the stranger was breathing. Sure enough, the farmer’s chest raised and fell. The man must have passed out or something. She held back a chuckle before gently shaking Leon’s shoulder. “Good afternoon? Are you alright?” the blonde asked softly. ooc: hope you like it ;u; tag |
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