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Of course Ezra has a truck. He’s my farm boy. XD
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Hunter
Ezra led them to a truck which apparently belonged to him. “All right, we’re off!” he said as he started the engine and pulled it out of the parking lot.
Hunter had a bit of a tough time fitting the seatbelt around his wings, but he eventually got it. “This is a pretty nice vehicle.” he said, running his hand over the door. “I haven’t ridden in many of these….mostly because we dragons can fly. But I like it.”
“Thank you.” Ezra replied.
A few minutes later, they reached their destination.
“That was fun!” Omega told the humans as they exited the truck. “When can we do that again?”
Eva chuckled. “Probably on the return journey. Do you live near here?”
“Not really…it’s within flying distance, though.” Hunter explained as he held the door open for the others.
(ok you can detail what they do next)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@elishavet-pidyon do u wanna RP a quick one of Winton just maybe reigning everyone back in to discussion? And maybe saying hello to Dietrich?
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Eva
“Thank you, Hunter. And it’s really cool how you two can fly. Alright, let’s go in.” Eva said with a soft smile, stepping inside the pizza parlor.
It wasn’t too packed…most everyone her age had homework, after all.
But she’d been able to get most of it done at school, thank goodness, mostly during lunch and other breaks.
It was an old diner, that had been converted into a pizza parlor, ice cream shop, and arcade, and it was always packed on the weekends.
“Where do you two live then?” Eva asked softly, as they all walked over to the counter, getting ready to order some pizza, as she held onto Ezra’s arm.
@freedomwriter76 I have to take a break and do some chores, but I’ll RP when I get back!
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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Sure!
Winton
So… The boy’s were back, and with them a brother he hadn’t met before.
Actually, he had met Dietrich before, but they’d never had a conversation together. Most of the time, the boy had passed him without a glance, as did his older brother. Still, Winton had worried about him.
“Welcome, Dietrich, it’s good to have you here. If you want anything to eat, go ahead and get something. We’ve got some pizza and fruit left, and of course, there are cupcakes.” He smiled at him and sat down, attempting to be as visibly relaxed as possible. Most of the kids calmed too, but there were a few that were still nervous. Winton really couldn’t blame them. Who knew what they’d seen?
Instead, he nodded for Liora to pass the cupcakes around again.
“Does anyone have any questions?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Jocelyn
Everyone glanced at each other awkwardly, a few shuffling in their seats. Nyx glared, then raised his hand. Lyn blinked at him, surprised.
“Yes, Nyx?” Winton smiled.
“Yea. I have a question. Why are we even here?” He glared at his sister as he asked. She frowned.
“Nyx, please…”
“What was even the point of that story? If it was to make us feel sorry for you, it didn’t work. At least, not for me. Sorry,” Nyx turned his head, and everyone stared at him wide eyed.
“Nyx!” Lyn flushed. “I-I’m sorry…” She looked at Winton, who merely smiled, shaking his head. Grimm narrowed his eyes at the fox haired boy.
“Not a problem. This is…why I’m here. To answer questions. As for yours…no, Nyx. I didn’t tell that story to make anyone feel sorry for me. But…I told it in the hopes that you…all of you,” he motioned the others, “Might understand that I understand. Understand things that…most people don’t. Can’t. Will never know about.”
Nyx’s ears flicked, lips pursing. He averted his eyes. Lyn gazed admiringly at Winton, thankfulness in her eyes.
She smiled, placing her hands in her lap, glancing over at Riker and Angelina. She turned back to Winton, nodding.
“Thank…thank you. For sharing that. Your story. It must’ve been so hard…how did you…do it? I know how to be happy…it’s my greatest strong suit,” everyone chuckled as she grinned brightly. “But…does talking about it really help? Can it…can it really help others? I’ve…I’ve just…always wondered why I guess. Why things happen…”
She shrugged, feeling suddenly like she was rambling a bit.
Feeling rather…
Lost.
She felt Grimm grip her hand gently, offering her a small, comforting smile. She took it, leaning over against him.
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#ProtectSebI think my darlings getting ready to tell some of what happened to her…and Nyx 😭 and maybe that’ll open the door
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Winton
“But…does talking about it really help? Can it…can it really help others?” The bright green eyes were a bit watery, and a sigh slipped into Jocelyn’s voice. “I’ve…I’ve just…always wondered why I guess. Why things happen…”
She drifted off as if she’d lost her place. Grimm reached over and took her hand, his gentle concern evident even to Winton.
“You need to tell someone.” He leaned forward. “Not everyone, but someone. And definitely not just anyone, but someone you can trust, someone who has your best interest in mind, and who also has the wisdom to help.” He sighed and sat back. “Whether for support or accountability, all of us need to have someone there. That person could be a family member, or a pastor or teacher. Even me, if you need me to. I’d love to be there for you if you need me.” He gave a little smile and prayed they saw he meant it.
Nyx huffed, but Winton suspected the young boy was listening just as well as his sister.
“Now, about reasons why stuff happens? That’s a question not easily answered this side of eternity. But sometimes our stories do help others. That’s why I share mine. Some of us have to see the scars to know healing is possible.”
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@elishavet-pidyon. I just love Winton so much…XD
@elishavet-pidyon @koshka @freedomwriter76 agh I luv Winton too!! He’s so sweet!!
okay so warning…this one is a bit long and might be a bit confusing, but it’s basically Lyn telling a little of what happened to her but not going into explicit detail 1. For time’s sake and 2. Because she wouldn’t want to betray her brother’s trust and a lot of it is also his story to tell also.
Jocelyn
Lyn wiped a single tear from her eyes, smiling. She nodded, glancing at her friends across from her. Ara and November both offered small smiles. Strength. Comfort.
Both knew what she’d gone through…
She’d…confided in them. Everything…her friends knew it all. At least from her perspective.
And Grimm? He knew…even down to the most minute of feelings…
She nodded, turning to Winton. “So…” She breathed, lifting her shoulders and smiling slightly. “May I…share a bit…?” For once in her life…Lyn felt, rather timid…
Winton’s eyes softened, posture adjusting to a more relaxed one. “Only if you wish to. I don’t think anyone objects.”
Lyn looked around, finding only faces similar to her own. Eager, curious…if a bit scared and anxious…
Shs looked at her brother. His grip around his arms had tightened significantly, but he said not a word.
She took in a breath, squeezing Grimm’s hand tighter and smiling, refusing to allow the story to…
To change her.
“I…I never knew my parents. I was raised by my uncle, Zoltan Rigby.” Her eyes stared off, the man’s bright smile flashing through her mind. “He was…kind. He was my uncle. I…I loved him. He raised me from a baby, along with Nyx, who was four when Unc-ah…Zoltan, adopted him.”
Nyx shifted, pulling one knee up to his chin. Lyn continued, “Everytbing was..fine. Average. Happy. The both of us lived a, pretty normal life.” She chuckled, “Well, as normal as an orphan girl and her adopted brother could live…” She bit her cheek. “But…ah…I…I had this…this friend.” Jocelyn pushed a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
“Two friends actually…one was…close to the family. The other…my uncle didn’t really care for. And…as months went on, one of them began to…point things out to me that…we’re just…off. About the way Zoltan treated us. How…how he constantly had to know where we were…the constant surveillance. For “our protection.” And…just a lot of other things.” She shook her head.
”Long story short, Zoltan…he…he wasn’t the man we thought he was. And, in truth…he…he kept a lot of things hidden from us…” She bit her bottom lip, one hand gripping her skirt, ruffling the fabric. “Hurt us…and…the other friend…the one who was…close to the family…he…he…” Lyn’s eyes turned glassy. “It was just not a good situation…complicated…and…painful for some.” Her eyes ticked quickly to Nyx. So quickly, it almost looked like a shadow.
She rubbed her arm nervously, chuckling awkwardly as she looked at Winton. “I’m…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to bring anyone…” She sighed. “I try to keep things upbeat. Happy. Joyful. You know?” She smiled, unshed tears in her eyes.
She heard a sniff coming from Ara’s direction, and glanced at her two friends. She looked over at her brother, who was looking away, eyes glazed over, as though no longer there.
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#ProtectSebSooo anyone else can uh follow after Lyn I guess? Idk XD XD XD. Or react to what Lyn has now said?? again…idk…
let’s just see what happens? 🤣
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 @elshavet-pidyon @koshka TOTALLY RANDOM FOR THIS FORUM but y’all NEED TO WATCH The Man Who Invented Christmas
its about Charles dickens but totally awesome movie about writing and AHHHH like the characters come alive and talk to him and I LOVE THE MOVIE I AM WATCHING IT FOR THE THIRD TIME NOW AND AGGHHH YALL NEED TO WATCH IT FOR THE HOLIDAYS!
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@godlyfantasy12. LYNNNN!!!! *SOBS* WHO DARED TO HURT YOU AND NYX!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
Riker (I haven’t been him in so long…I need my baby back, lol. XD)
Silence ensued after Jocelyn’s story finished.
Angelina wiped away a tear and stood, quickly going to give Jocelyn a hug.
She gave her a hug, before coming back and sitting down beside Riker.
Riker grabbed and squeezed her hand.
Everyone…they seemed to…understand.
Somehow, someway, he could…tell.
Angelina looked up at him, bright blue eyes questioning, wondering.
Riker nodded and said, softly, quietly. “…It’s okay. Let’s tell them…I’m done hiding it.”
Angelina nodded and smiled softly, before turning to Winton. “Winton, sir, me and my brother would like to share a story as well…thank you, by the way, Jocelyn, for telling your story. It’s given us the courage to share ours.”
Winton smiled warmly. “Go on, Angelina, Riker, tell away.”
And they went on, Angelina explaining how she had always thought it was normal, Riker explaining how their father was an alcoholic and abused Riker and their mother, all about Riker’s failing grades, and everything and anything else they needed to share.
Finally, they finished, and Riker wiped away tears.
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