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Mara Rosetta Iraeth - May 3, 2011 03:26 PM (GMT)
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WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO

SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
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The flight from New York to Arizona had been a long one, Varshella had done rather well considering it was a morning flight so there weren’t many people on the plane. Nikolas had come with her of course and with all the time off and sick days she had saved up over the past year, she was here for at least three weeks with pay until she decided to use her sick days. Nikolas was out of college now for the summer and would stay with his sister and niece as long as they stayed here in Tempe. Nikolas had located a playground in a park not too far from the hotel they were staying at, he was going to find the local Triple A to see what else they could do while they were in Tempe.

Varshella was playing in the sand box, dressed in a little sundress her Aunt had given her before they left - she was even wearing the matching hat and little sandals. Tears stung Mara’s hazel eyes as she watched her daughter building a sandcastle, sniffling a bit and brushing the tears out from under her eyes. She was seated on a bench not too far from the sandbox so that Varshella could come running right over, that’s right - the little one year old could already run and walk by herself, albeit slowly but she wasn’t afraid to fall down and get back up. New York baby indeed.

“Varshella, honey look over here at mommy please.” The little girl looked up and over at her mother, who snapped a picture or two with her cellphone and let her daughter returned to playing. ‘Time to see if I can get your daddy here.’ Scrolling through her cellphone contacts, Mara found Rylan’s number and opened up the texting dialogue. Before she could start typing though, Varshella came over and was hugging one of her legs. Mara gave her the little bottle of water and let her sip it while she typed - holding her daughter in her lap as she did so. Rylan, I need to speak with you in person. I’m here in Tempe for a few weeks - please, please PLEASE reply me when you get this. If you wish to see me... She added in the name and address of the park with playground, before picking up her daughter and fastening her to her hip while standing up. “Wanna play on the swings, baby girl?” Varshella squealed softly and clapped her hands in agreement to the swings, Mara picked up the diaper bag and carried it with her over to the swings.
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    /NOTES NPCin' their daughter !
    \TAGGED Rylan Iyn Thomas !
    /WORDS 529 !
    \LOCATION A playground within a park !
    /OUTFIT whatever is mentioned? !
    \BANNER me !
    /LYRICS all time low !
    \CREDIT leena at caution !

Rylan Iyn Thomas - May 8, 2011 02:05 AM (GMT)
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Arizona was around ninety-five degrees that afternoon, the sun higher than the kites, and himself sweating up a storm in his blue jeans and tank top. Be it that, he had decided to walk Romeo -- the flea-bitten grey horse around the town and parks for a little while. (He knew he would need to make it up to Juliet, the chestnut horse with a interrupted white blaze.) Admittedly, they were both Arabians and the heat was bound to bother the both of them soon enough. Sighing as he walked the purebred near the closest park to the stables now, listening to him huff and snort every time someone that the beat did not like near Rylan came too close. Rylan would merely shake his head, pat the muzzle of him, and carry on.
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Feeling his phone buzz about in his pocket, he groaned, murmuring the halt command to Romeo -- surprised when he listened. "Rylan, I need to speak with you in person. I’m here in Tempe for a few weeks - please, please PLEASE reply me when you get this. If you wish to see me..." It was Mara; why not go and see her? He was close to the park she was at anyway. He would end up feeling terrible if he did not, after all. If it was this important for her to be in Tempe, it had to be something huge. Sure, he had no idea about what it was, but giving her the benefit of the doubt was what he was going to do.
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Romeo neighed again, persistent to move on, yet he needed calmed down once more. "I'm not very far, I'll be around fairly soon." Was his typed reply as he patted the horses side, climbing up, riding bareback with the halter in his hands. Leading the horse like this was hard, surely, but he managed to move him into the park careful to stay on the trails, not wanting the horse to become one of the "trample of death" types. He preferred not to go to jail on murder charges, after all. Even for the accidental murders and tramplings. Nonetheless, he ended up spotting Mara not too long later, pulling the horse to a stop, patting the top of his head. "Mara, hey." He called, not realizing he had said one of the worst words possible with a horse around him. The ears flipped as he stomped the ground, needing soothing. Soothing the flea-bitten animal was not hard as he whispered to him and he was calmed some time later. He instantly apologized for the actions and shook his head. Crazy horse.

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Mara Rosetta Iraeth - May 26, 2011 01:28 PM (GMT)
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WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO

SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
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Varshella was in the kiddie swing and happily swinging back and forth while Mara pushed her, hard to miss that red hair in the sunlight - it looked brighter all the time when she was out in the sunlight. Of course she had gotten Rylan's reply text message and was very very anxious about this meeting, having no real idea how it would make anyone feel after he knew. She was so very worried - not just for herself but about their precious little angel as well. Varshella had strawberry blonde hair but she had Rylan's eyes, a mix of both parents - it's just how it was when two people got together and unexpectedly made a baby. She frowned a little while continuing to push the swing, Varshella wildly waved her arms about in the air like nothing was the matter - she wouldn't know it anyway.

And then they both heard the sounds of hooves on the path behind them, Shella liked horses - Mara would take her on carriage rides through Central Park all year round as a matter of fact! And if she couldn't do it, her brother did it when he had the time to of course. He was all for helping Mara raise Varshella as best as he could. This was another problem, Rylan lived so very far away she didn't know how this would work should he wish to see her after he knew the truth. To get to know his daughter, granted - Mara wasn't looking for a commitment or anything - but if he wished to see her, sending a child ... let alone a baby - on a plane alone was a very difficult task!

Varshella clapped her hands and pointed at the man on his horse, Mara chuckled softly and lifted their daughter from the swing. ' Yes, I can see that. ' Varshella seemed to be observing the horse more than the two adults, squirming around in her mother's arms to get a better look at the large creature as Mara slowly approached both Rylan and the horse, Varshella stopped squirming and clapped her hands again. It was hard to NOT notice the distinct little features of Varshella's genetic make up that made her their daughter, Mara didn't know what to say exactly - so she buried her face a little in Varshella's hair who was still looking at the horse.

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    /NOTES NPC NPC NPC! !
    \TAGGED Rylan Thomas!
    /WORDS 489 !
    \LOCATION Some ... park! !
    /OUTFIT whatever is mentioned? !
    \BANNER banner by MOI! !
    /LYRICS all time low !
    \CREDIT leena at caution !

Rylan Iyn Thomas - May 26, 2011 08:18 PM (GMT)
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Rylan could see Mara's brilliant red hair from where he was on the horse and knowing it was her, he slowed down. There was a little girl with here and he was confused. The last he had saw her she was with her brother and no one else at a party. The party that they had both gotten drunk and ended up tangled in the sheets at. Had they... no. They hadn't used protection, of course not. They both figured nothing would happen and they were drunk, which did not help the matters any. So as he looked down at the girl as he swung from saddle to the ground, the halter in his hands, he got a better look at her. He could see himself staring back at him; those little eyes, they were his. He drew a breath in, scared shitless of what he had done. But he would not run. He would not leave so soon.
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Why had not Mara told him sooner than this? Why had she kept this a secret from him for so long? Was she scared that he would not accept the little girl as a part of his family? God, he was scared too, but she was a gorgeous little girl. He tried to not say anything, just stand there in silence as the stallion sensed the tension in the air. The quiet neigh sent a shiver down his spine as he tried to make sense of the strawberry blonde child with his eyes. Tried to make sense of he fact that he had not been told about her until now. Who knew about this little girl -- who knew that Mara had had a child. His child. He felt like he may go into shock, but he was not wanting to give in just yet.
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He watched the girl clap her hands and point at Romeo, looking excited. He gently tugged the halter, asking for the horse to bed his head down to allow the child to see him better. "Yes, I can see that." He heard Mara's voice, soft and still so very delicately speaking to the girl. "What's her name, Mara?" He heard himself questioning as he saw the older female bury her face in the child's hair. How had this been able to be hidden from him for so long now? How could he not have known about this stunning little girl? He felt like he was out of the loop, like he was losing contact with the outside world between the tours and his life in Tempe.

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Mara Rosetta Iraeth - May 27, 2011 02:01 PM (GMT)
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WE'LL HIT SOUTH BROADWAY IN A MATTER OF MINUTES & LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL
DROP A LINE FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF BUT THERE'S ROOM FOR TWO

SIX FEET UNDER THE STARS
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Varshella carefully extended her hands - or tried to - so she could pet the snout of the horse but her mother was holding her back and she began to fuss and fidget a little. She wasn't making any sounds or moving too fast, that way she didn't spook the horse or something - even at this age, Varshella seemed to be aware emotionally of what could set people off. She ran her teeny hands over her Mama's hair and looked down at her as she nuzzled into her hair, Mara sighed softly and stepped a bit closer to the horse so that Varshella could gently stroke his snout.

Mara gazed at Rylan and then looked at Varshella, it was the moment of truth - and she could have lied to him but she saw how he was looking at their daughter in wonderment and she could see the underlining shock as well. 'Her name is Varshella Annamaria Thomas.' When Varshella heard her mother say her full name, she stopped stroking the horse's snout and looked around as if she thought she was in trouble. Mara ran her fingers through the little child's hair and watched her go back to stroking the horse's snout. 'I am at fault for not telling you sooner about this - and I would have, but breaking the news like this would have been no easier back then.' She felt guilt enough as is keeping this quiet for so long, but his name was on her birth certificate - she just didn't tell anyone, minus her brother - who the father was. It was nobody's business anyway - she had a little angel of a child and people would always point fingers no matter what, thusly her defenseive stance to anyone who talked bad about her or her child.

And usually when she snapped, people tended to shut themselves up for good. Varshella frowned a bit as she listened to her Mama, slowly stroking the horse's snout and staring into it's eyes.

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    /NOTES NPC! !
    \TAGGED Rylan Iyn Thomas !
    /WORDS 422 !
    \LOCATION PARK PARK PARK! !
    /OUTFIT Whatever was mentioned? !
    \BANNER banner by MOI!!
    /LYRICS all time low !
    \CREDIT leena at caution !

Rylan Iyn Thomas - June 16, 2011 07:52 AM (GMT)
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Rylan noticed the little girl fidgeting in her mothers arms as though she wanted to see Romeo up close. But what he noticed most about her was that she was not making any too sudden movements and she was not making noises. She had a knack for not spooking the male horse already. He watched from the corner of his eyes as the older woman stepped closer to the horse to allow the girl to stroke it's snout. Rylan said nothing, just let nature run its merry little course for the time being. This would be all he could do, because he was doubting everything he knew so far.
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The horse sniffed the girls hands lightly, and Rylan grinned softly -- he knew that the sensation could force your hand to tickle instantly. After all, he would know, what with owning two horses of his own and both sniffing him when he returned from a time away. Mostly from tour, when he smelt as though he was a pig at the farm. "Her name is Varshella Annamaria Thomas." This only seemed to confirm his suspicions and he let out a breath that he hardly knew he was holding in.
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"I am at fault for not telling you sooner about this - and I would have, but breaking the news like this would have been no easier back then." He was not going to deny that she was not at fault for not telling him sooner, but he was not going to yank that and hold it over her head. There was no reason to, there were just no reason for this to be like so, however. "I still kind of wish you would have just told me sooner." He murmured, watching the gi-- Varshella, his daughter, stroking the snout of the stallion. This was different, almost too good to be true.
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There was one thing on the back of his mind that was bugging him, he had to know. Had to. "Mara, when you leave for him, will you allow me to see her after this?" God, he hoped she would. Even if he had to fly himself across the country just to make it happen. Rylan would do it.

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