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[Hannibal Casry]

"Fuck you bastards. Take your hands off of me. I can get things from here..." tones were angry and very agitated as he was man handled all the way from the holding cell. He swore that these men were gay. They were here to 'handle things' whenever Bryce was here. Yeah, that was saying he was here often, but who are you to care? No one could care about a man like him and he was fine with things that way. His dark black hair was short and flattened from his lack of hair jell. His light green eyes were surrounded by black circles from the two sleepless nights he had spent here. Face was hollowed out, cheek bones high and pale features were caught in the glow of the moon, making him look ghostly pale. A small patch of hair was set low on his chin and from his back pocket of the tight fitting jeans emerged a pack of cigarettes.

He pulled the last white stick from the box and tossed it casually over his shoulder and into the trash can behind him. A silent yes tread across his vocal cords but no sound escaped his lips. Holding the deadly stick between his index and middle finger, he pulled a black lighter from another pocket and let the cancer stick rest between his plump, pouty looking lips as he let the flame lick the end of it. It glowed orange and he dropped the lighter, inhaling the poisonous toxins and taking in their sweet taste. The nicotine refreshed his tired body and killed even more cells that lived within his brain as the receptors received the so long craved drug of choice. Muscular, tattoo covered arms reached up to the sky, stretching his tight fitting black wife beater up just enough to show his slim, very pale colored abs. He bore an eight pack upon his figure and he took pride in that.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, the male made his way down the street. Tight fitting clothes attracted some attention from wandering eyes as his pale skin glowed oddly in the light of the moon. He walked down the main road, letting the head lights of a few cars catch his figure before slipping into the shadows.

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Golden-red hair fell smooth against her back, the deep maroon sleeveless showing well filled curves. Smokey blue eyes shined in the pale moonlight. Fair skinned tanned from many hours of work on the farm. The Australian Shepard trailed behind her, icy eyes following his mistress' movements. Her jeans tight against her legs. The thick smell of smoke was inhaled, a cough escaped her vocals. Smoking was dangerous and a killer. She shook her head in disgust and moved forward at a quicker pace to escape the disastrous fumes. “I don't know how people enjoy that terrible drug.” She whispered harshly, sitting down on a bench to enjoy the cool night. Toby nosed her hand and she absently rubbed the dog's silky head.

Suddenly, Toby spun, tail ceased wagging and a slow snarl warned the man in hiding. The blue marble growled a bit louder. “Toby, cut it out.” The dogs attention turned to his owner for a moment, then back to the darkness of the woods just behind Amberlynn. “Toby, boy, come here.” Lynn said softly. The Shepard lowered his head, tail wagging slowly and he whined but turned back toward her and obediently sat beside her, licking her hand. Lynn gazed backward suspiciously but turned back to her dog, focusing on comforting the obviously troubled animal.

[Hannibal Casry]

Green eyes flickered from sight and then back again as his heavy eyelids came down to cover his eyes and then were raised once again. The dull orange glow still came from the tip of the cancer stick. His eyes focused on the dog that growled at him and then obediently set its figure next to the oblivious young woman. Lips curled into a smirk, as his fingers were raised to hold the cigarette. He let rings of smoke escape his lungs before slowly breathing out the rest as he drew in clean oxygen once more. His eyes were hidden once more for a brief moment as a cough threatened to give away his place of hiding, but once he drew in another long breath of the poisonous smoke he was able to reclaim his calm disposition and let the stick hang from his lips, watching.

Now, on a very general note, most people when they are walking their dogs through a city in the darkness usually trust their better judgment and choose to leave the area when a dog barks into the blackness behind where their master sits. It's a well known fact that dogs are able to pick out the presence of danger many times better then any human could dare to imagine and this information is based purely on experience. Even now, this was a sign that this theory is correct. The dog knew that Bryce was lurking in the shadows, but his fine looking female master just set herself quietly down on the bench, thinking that she would be able to escape the lingering smoke of his cigarette. A smirk tainted his shadowed features as he pressed the glowing end of the cigarette against the tree that he had leaned himself up against for the moment. He tapped it out enough to hide that it had been lit and waited for the smoke to clear away from him as he eased his pale figure out of the shadow.

His green eyes caught the pale, watery color of the street lights and reflected oddly for a second before he stepped away from the light and toward the bench. He was opposite the side with the dog, and out of the creature's reach. "Could I bug you for a light?" he asked, tones calm and easy to understand in the crisp silence that surrounded the two. One could easily tell his accent was a northern one, upstate New York to be correct. "Don't usually find people out at this hour, anywhere really. Maybe I'm just completely lost... It wouldn't be the first time though." he spoke in friendly tones as he offered a small, shy smile. He didn't like the feeling of being lost and was glad to have some company for the time being.

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Lynn jumped to her feet, and the loose dog whirled to face the stranger, lips curling in another snarl. Lynn didn't shush the dog, but she didn't call him to her side either. "I don't smoke." She responded with weary tones, brushing a loose strand of reddish hair from her crystal clear eyes. "I'm not sure if your lost.. But you seem one that doesn't have a permanant place.. No offense, I've seen, and known several wanderers.. But I've failed to meet you.." The twenty one year old declared with obvious caustiousness. Another threatening growl came from the dog's curled lips, tail had ceased wagging long before, ears flattened against his smooth head.

She watched his shy smile. "Shy? You also don't seem one of that status..." She said, reaching down to scratch Australian Shepard's head. "Easy Toby." Lynn said softly. The dog diddn;t move, but he sat, his glare burning at the man. Lynn wasn't about to take the man to her farm, Keypsake Acers was already hectic enough.

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Bryce held his ground as the dog whirled to growl at him, lips curled and teeth barred. He didn't flinch, nor did he dare move closer to the creature. He wasn't frightened by dogs, but he wasn't the most outgoing toward them unless they were known creatures. Like Fluffy, his friend's vicious German shepherd. He loved that dog dearly, but wouldn't go near the snarling Australian Shepherd. Green eyes looked at her features as she spoke of him seeming to be the type that has no permanent place. Hmm, good guess he supposed, but it might have been obvious that he was a drifter. He didn't usually find it comfortable to stay in places very long. He didn't like the feeling of settling down. "None taken. You seemed able to judge me well without knowing me." lyrics were spoke calmly as he looked down to the dog once more, a low snarl coming from his vocals. "That's a... pretty nice dog you got there." he said calmly, the word being used both truthfully and sarcastically. The dog was did not seem nice in the smallest way, but was nice as in cool looking, different.

"Well, I don't know many people out here since I just moved here... and it's just kind of a habit. I ran into quite the odd stranger just yesterday and things didn't go very well." tones were calm and slightly quieter as he very gently and thoughtfully let his fingers grace a cut on his shoulder. He was not asking for sympathy, just simply explaining without words. No, it wasn't from meeting a stranger the other day; it was from earlier this morning in the holding cell at the police station. Some dude tried to take his last cigarette and threatened him with a knife. Luckily the guards had been there so he got away with his head still settled quite nicely upon his shoulders.

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Amberlynn gave a smooth low whistle, and Toby retreated to sit by her feet, tail thumping loudly against the concret. "I've recieved that alot.." Lynn replyed hesitantly. "Toby isn't mean.." She said, as the man held a glint in his eye that said the dog wasn't compatible. "Away." Lynn said, Toby gave her a confused look, but stood, tail wagging slowly and walked toward the man, head reaching forward to run his warm tonge over the pale skin. "I used to move around, couldn't stand to be in one place... Then I found Keypsake Acers. And Starstruck." She said, mind floating to the great red roan stallion. Her firm muscle tone and broad chest and back. Thick hunches and strong, sloping shoulders. Wide, intelligent eyes glinting wildly against the sun. The mustang had spirit, and wasn't about to loose a bit of it. But Starstruck and Lynn had a special bond.

Suddenly Lynn snapped back to reality. "Sorry," she said, shaking her head. Toby tilted his head to the right oddly, still sitting at his strangers side. Lynn examined the gash that rested on his shoulder, and found herself reaching up to touch her own, instead she pushed a piece of red gold hair from her smokey eyes and behind her ear, then let her hand fall to her side. "I see.." She said as the words,'things didn't go so well', sounded. "I would offer to take you home, but I'm not one to pick up strangers." She said with a smile. "By the way, I'm Amberlynn."

[Hannibal Casry]

"Well, he doesn't seem friendly..." he spoke calmly, standing his ground as the dog was commanded to come closer. Its tongue graced the pale skin and his muscles tensed a bit, not wanting to receive a bite, but without warning the dog sat beside him and looked over to the girl with a seemingly confused look. A very hesitant hand patted the dog’s skull gently and looked back as she began to speak. He brought his hands to his pockets and shoved them in. "Ahh I see. I haven't really found anything that I like enough to stay somewhere, so I'm just wandering the world." he said with a shrug as if it was something common, a man to wander with no place destined to go. He had no home and no family. He'd just recently, as in ten minutes go, gotten released from the police station.

"It's alright. Memories are something to cherish for the most part." he spoke quietly, not expecting a comment for that. He watched as her eyes fell to the cut on his shoulder and then her hand rose up a bit, but only to push some hair back behind her ear. "I understand. A good idea probably." he said quietly and listened to her name. "Oh, that's my sister's name. She ran away from home a few years back." he said, but tones faded as he realized what he was saying. He didn't mean to say that, because for one, that's not something that someone wants to hear and for two that revealed quite a bit about himself. He'd had a family at one point.

"Bryce. Pleasure to meet you." he spoke again, that shy smile appearing over his pale, slightly shadow covered features. "I understand that you wouldn't want company at your house, but might I be allowed to walk with you and your dog until we come upon a hotel?" he had understood that the two of them were out walking. Perhaps his company wouldn't be a bother if he continued to walk with them?

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"To cherish something is more important then remembering.." She said softly, kneeling down and Toby barked, then bounded up to her, tail going 90 miles an hour. Lynn smiled and rubbed the healer's smooth head gently. "Sister?" She said inquiringly. "I've always been and only child." She said. She listened to his offer to walk with them intently, her mind flipping to decisions. No, she told herself, but also found the word. "Sure," escape. Lynn slowly returned to the standing position, and Toby retreated to a standing position beside her, now his gaze playful and rambunctious toward the man.

The blue marble gave a bark, a loud, high pitched bark, as if asking to play. Lynn smiled at the dogs reaction, he had decided the man as no threat. " I have three dogs." She said, looking down to Toby. "Toby here, Cali, who is a blue healer, and Dixie, copper and white shelty." Lynn said, naming the dogs. She also had Cleo and Bobby, the two barn cats.

[Hannibal Casry]

"Ahh, how lucky you must have been. I lived in a family of eight children. My mother and father both lived a busy lifestyle and I am the oldest of all of them. I would have traded places with anyone in the entire world to be an only child." the words he spoke were lies. He was an only child until his sister was born [only child for ten years]. She was eight when she ran away from home and hasn't been seen for three years now. He didn't tell her that of course. He didn't like to reveal the true facts about his lonely childhood. Always staying up in his room and praying to god that he would get a brother or sister sometime soon so he didn't get too old before they were born. He lived ten years by himself and had been so excited when she was born. That was the sensitive side of him however. When the little girl ran away he threatened to kill her if he ever found her. He said she would die if she ever came back. That would have been her punishment for leaving him alone again.

Bryce smiled as the dog no longer growled at him. The creature felt his presence to be alright, which was just what he wanted. If the dog wouldn't fight him it would make things easier, maybe. He let a soft, sort of shy laugh flow from his vocals as a soft cough escaped him soon after. A small smile showed on his features, making it seem as though he was glad the dog no longer growled at him. In reality he hadn't been scared or bothered by its reaction to him at all. He was a slightly scary looking guy, and it came to no surprise that the dog had thought him to be a threat.

"Oh wow. That's awesome. I used to have a dog, his name was Brutus, but he was getting old, and since he was a German Shepherd it was common for him to deal with hip problems..." his words trailed off a bit, his tones hinting that he had to have the elderly dog put down. It had been a sad day for him, loosing his childhood dog, but it was easily passed over. He looked back up, green eyes finding her features for a brief moment. A shy smile curled his lips. "Ehh, sorry about that little moment there..." he spoke calmly, a soft laugh falling through his lips.

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"Eight?" Something told Lynn that he was being anything but honest with her. But she didn't say anything of it, just smiled. "My parents were quite busy also. I had Skip though. Or Catch Phrase." A black quarter horse gelding, whom had passed at the age of thirty two years. A long, happy life, as Lynn had recieved him as an abused animal with nothing but skin stretched over bones.

Lynn was quite beautiful, her golden red hair was thick and glossy, but not so much that is looked greasy, and it fell wiast long with the slightest hint of a wave. Her smokey eyes weren't a dull gray, but a vibrant ash, glistening when she was happy, and darkening to almost black when sad of angry. Her skin was fair, but with a nick of tan from long hours outside in the barn. Her height was average, at about 5'5, though she looked up at the man that stood before her. Her gaze wasn't fearful, even if he stood above her, it was strong, brave, and hypnotizing. Her body was lean and petite, but curves intoxicating.

"Brutus.." She rolled the name off her toung, "interesting name." She said with a hint of a smile. She clicked her tounge and Toby stood up beside, her, with smooth strides the dog caught up to his mistress' feet and jogged behind her ever so slightly, Lynn glanced backwards at Bryce. "Coming?"

[Hannibal Casry]

He was usually quite the good liar. He didn't have a problem with bending the truth and making himself sound confident when he spoke the lies as plain as day. Hell, most of his life was lies. It seemed as thought he didn't know the truth from lies anymore because he lied so often. It was a naturally occurring event that he bent the truth to keep himself hidden. Telling the truth was almost hard for him. He's changed his name, and he's deserted his family. He's lied about being in prison and jail; he’s lied about his past and who he is. There wasn’t much he could do to save his life of lies; other then to tell the truth from now on, but that was hard.

He watched as the female smiled slightly as she said that was an interesting name. He supposed so. He’d picked it out when he was much younger, when he was seven years old to be exact. That was actually the truth, believe it or not. He did have a dog named Brutus, and he’d been fifteen years old when he had been put to sleep. The dog lived a great life, and he missed the creature dearly. He looked up as the girl looked back at him and asked if he was coming. That small, shy smile graced his features once more as he moved up next to them instead of standing so far behind as he had been. “Yeah, I’m coming.” he said, the shy smile still holding a place upon his features. His long legs carried him at a somewhat slower pace then the girl and dog because his strides were longer. His deep green eyes looked back to the dog for a moment before looking forward.

Silence overcame him as he didn’t really know what to say now. Unless she actually chose to question him upon anything then he wasn’t just going to come out with it openly. He wasn’t that type of person. He wasn’t shy like he was seeming, but he wasn’t open about his real life. Bryce was a very outgoing, and very playful person. He loved to have a good time and to be in the center of attention, but he could also be a complete asshole and ruin the night of fun if he felt the need or the desire too.

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Whatever it was about this man, she just couldn't figure it out. Though it seemed as though she had accepted Bryce as no threat, she hadn't. She kept a watchful, but hardly noticable eye on the shy human slightly behind her. He seemed more like a boy, then man. He was quiet, and seemed shy and withdrawn, obviously with little, to no friends. Lynn would have offered a helping hand, and become a friend if her instincts hadn't kept telling her something was strange about him.

Amberlynn didn't quite know what to say, but the eerie silence sent shivers up her spine. Toby jogged beside the man in a friendly gesture, tail wagging slightly.

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[Hannibal Casry]

A smirk curled the male's lips, but was slightly hidden by the shadows of the night as he watched the dog jog beside him. Toby's tail was wagging from side to side to show that he was slightly happy and comfortable in the quietness of the night. He moved his hands to let his fingers fit in the pocket of his jeans, and lazily let his arms rest against his body. He kept with the pace of her steps, but still trailed behind a bit. He wasn't one to lead in this situation, and kept himself back again. Green eyes gazed at the figure in front of him then into the darkness before them. It was a thick darkness that didn't ensure their safety, nor did it give a hint of danger.

There was another male sitting on the side of a building, who was obviously someone who had no home for all his belongings sat beside him. Bryce trailed for the sidewalk for a minute, stepping around Toby and walking over to the male. He'd been attracted by the glow of the cigarette in his hand. "Hey, can I bug you for a light?" he asked out right, not being the least bit shy. He just removed a cigarette from his pocket and held his other hand out, hoping to get a lighter or match box or something. He needed something to occupy his mind because the silence of their walk made his skin crawl.

The male reached into his pocket and set the lighter in Bryce's hands. Bryce placed the cigarette limply between his lips and let the flame lick the tip of the cancer stick. He handed the lighter back to the male and jogged back over to catch up with Amberlynn and Toby since he'd been able to sneak away, unnoticed.

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The smoke wafted through the air. Lynn glanced backward, seeing the embers glow in the darkness. Sneaky. She didn't like that. Instead of being frightened that he was one of the idiot, sex craved men, serial killer, anything, she smirked. Toby's lips curled slightly at the sight of the nicotine stick. He moved into a lope and caught up to his mistress' heels. The sidewalk had deadened into the small driveway leading to the barn, and branced off to the house. Replacing the smirk with a smile, she turned.

"Well, we're here." She said. A loud whinny erupted from the barn, followed by several others. The roan stallion whom's stall was always left open bolted from the barn doors. The mustang whirled to Lynn's side, and the two other dogs, Dixie, and Cali raced after him, barking. Toby ran to meet them. Starstruck slowed and slung his head over Lynn's shoulder, and eyed the man that had followed her. Dixie walked catiously toward him, sniffing at his feet. Cali growled at his rough appearence. "This is Dixie, and Cali, as I told you," and reaching up to rub the stallion's glossy neck, she added. " This is my chaampion reiner, Starstruck Mania."

[Hannibal Casry]

He inhaled the smoke fully, as he returned to his place slightly behind Amberlynn. He carefully let a few smoke rings escape his mouth before breathing the rest out of his lungs and let them be filled with clean air once more as the cancer stick was held between his index and middle fingers. His green eyes watched as the dog moved away from him to begin jogging beside the female. A smirk curled his lips as she looked back to him; a smirk graced her features for a second before the smile took over. The sight of the smirk intrigued him because it gave her a different sort of look then that innocent smile of hers.

He watched as several creatures bolted toward her. One being a large roan horse and the others being the two dogs he had heard of earlier. The horse came to a slowed pace and stop before resting its head over her shoulder and eying him carefully. He let the cigarette hang loosely from his lips as he took in another small drag and watched the animals. Bryce stood still as the one dog walked carefully toward him to take in his scent, while the other dog curled her lip and growled at him from a distance. "Yeah, I remember you telling me of them." he said, commenting about the dogs. He could tell by the looks of them. The shelty had walked toward him while the blue healer growled.

"He looks great." Bryce added then as he looked up from the dog at his feet to the horse that stood over Amberlynn, almost in a protective manner. He'd been around horses a bit when he was younger, and he learned how to ride, but never really do anything like jumping and things along those lines. "How long have you had him?" the male asked, still standing at ease in case the dog wouldn't want him to move any closer.