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:// I'll Never Let You Turn Around; Your Back On Each OtherT O R A D H | O B J E C T I V E S
:// Jamison
:// Middle Class Rank 1.1 - It’s sometimes hard trying to make money in a small town, and you’re certainly paid less at whatever you do if you’re a service provider. What makes you stay in Toradh?
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Even with recent struggles, it never came to Jamison's mind to ever leave Toradh. Toradh had been home to him all his life. He was born and raised there, made friends there, returned there when all went wrong, or consequently when all went right.

'There's too much here.' Jamison thought, kneeling down and looking at the graves of both of his parents, the infamous moss of the region slowly starting to overtake them, and the acid rains that sometimes came down having worn down some of the lettering, even over just the span of a decade. He glanced over his shoulder at the red haired, freckled girl who was sitting bareback atop a bareback Halo, an accident of two of his horses. She had recently quit her job to come work for him. It seemed there was bad luck all the way around. He smiled a little bit at her, and she beamed a smile back at him enthusiastically. Halo looked torn. She loved Jamison, but Mailin she'd rather send flying into a grave. Her brain was frying trying to process this information. Meanwhile, three of Jamison's best friends hung outside the wall of the graveyard, waiting patiently to go up the hill to his growing establishment of Hollow Grove Livery Stables to have some drinks and perhaps have some drunken adventures later in the night. His friends were always good for drunken adventures.

The thought made him laugh and he stood up, heading toward the fence. "What do you think you're doing?" Mailin asked, sounding a little nervous as Jamison seemed to be very clearly avoiding the exit. "Leaving." Jamison said, grabbing hold of the crumbling wall and vaulting over it. He whistled, and Halo came right over the wall as well, showing off some skills he never dared try with her parents. Mailin was clinging to the yearling's pitiful mane for her dear life, looking a little frazzled. "Did you enjoy your walk down memory lane?" She asked him, the only one showing mild concern for his sudden visit to the grave yard. "Yes I did." Jamison said, straightening his Hollow Grove jacket and smiling. "But I feel like we've only just begun." Cody chuckled, clearly imagining what they were in for with 'memory lane'. The only one who wasn't searching their memory banks for something they didn't want to share was Ardan, whose memory was an open book. "This sounds fun. Drinking game!" He cheered, and Fallon followed suit.

How could Jamison ever leave? He grabbed Halo's leadrope and the six of them started up the hill at a steady pace, the proverbial carrot of alcohol and good times hanging before them.

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This was in my brain for a while...good way to age miss Halo up, since she needed it.

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♠ Jamison, Halo and Art © *nadelkissen
♠ Mailin and Fallon © *Katha88
♠ Cody © ~thelittlemissus
♠ Ardan © *SahrunLunar
♠ Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent

Description

:// I'll Never Let You Turn Around; Your Back On Each OtherT O R A D H | O B J E C T I V E S
:// Jamison
:// Middle Class Rank 1.1 - It’s sometimes hard trying to make money in a small town, and you’re certainly paid less at whatever you do if you’re a service provider. What makes you stay in Toradh?
∞

Even with recent struggles, it never came to Jamison's mind to ever leave Toradh. Toradh had been home to him all his life. He was born and raised there, made friends there, returned there when all went wrong, or consequently when all went right.

'There's too much here.' Jamison thought, kneeling down and looking at the graves of both of his parents, the infamous moss of the region slowly starting to overtake them, and the acid rains that sometimes came down having worn down some of the lettering, even over just the span of a decade. He glanced over his shoulder at the red haired, freckled girl who was sitting bareback atop a bareback Halo, an accident of two of his horses. She had recently quit her job to come work for him. It seemed there was bad luck all the way around. He smiled a little bit at her, and she beamed a smile back at him enthusiastically. Halo looked torn. She loved Jamison, but Mailin she'd rather send flying into a grave. Her brain was frying trying to process this information. Meanwhile, three of Jamison's best friends hung outside the wall of the graveyard, waiting patiently to go up the hill to his growing establishment of Hollow Grove Livery Stables to have some drinks and perhaps have some drunken adventures later in the night. His friends were always good for drunken adventures.

The thought made him laugh and he stood up, heading toward the fence. "What do you think you're doing?" Mailin asked, sounding a little nervous as Jamison seemed to be very clearly avoiding the exit. "Leaving." Jamison said, grabbing hold of the crumbling wall and vaulting over it. He whistled, and Halo came right over the wall as well, showing off some skills he never dared try with her parents. Mailin was clinging to the yearling's pitiful mane for her dear life, looking a little frazzled. "Did you enjoy your walk down memory lane?" She asked him, the only one showing mild concern for his sudden visit to the grave yard. "Yes I did." Jamison said, straightening his Hollow Grove jacket and smiling. "But I feel like we've only just begun." Cody chuckled, clearly imagining what they were in for with 'memory lane'. The only one who wasn't searching their memory banks for something they didn't want to share was Ardan, whose memory was an open book. "This sounds fun. Drinking game!" He cheered, and Fallon followed suit.

How could Jamison ever leave? He grabbed Halo's leadrope and the six of them started up the hill at a steady pace, the proverbial carrot of alcohol and good times hanging before them.

∞

This was in my brain for a while...good way to age miss Halo up, since she needed it.

∞

♠ Jamison, Halo and Art © *nadelkissen
♠ Mailin and Fallon © *Katha88
♠ Cody © ~thelittlemissus
♠ Ardan © *SahrunLunar
♠ Please do not copy, heavily reference, trace, claim as your own, reuse this image on another site, reproduce in any way, shape or form, without explicit written permission/consent