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  • Brooke shook her head, wincing when she tried. She gasped when she stagged onto her legs and slipped back on her arm and she started wailing again.




    Chestnut whinnied, pulling hard on the reins as Vincent held on. He nearly dragged Vincent to Brooke, gagging as he got choked by the pressure of the bridle.

  • Chestnut hesitated but finally returned to his stall, watching Vincent latch it. He flicked his ears worriedly as he reached over his gate to watch Brooke.




    Brooke lifted her right arm up, which wasn't broken. "Can you guys pull me up?" She asked, her knees buckling up to her chest.

  • Brooke stood up with Vincent's help and wrapped her right, non-injured arm around him. She pressed closer to him, her face buried in his chest and her tears soaking his shirt.

  • Brooke hesitated, still sobbing. She whiped her tears with her right arm, releasing Vincent. "Nah-nah-no." She hiccuped, "M-ma-my ah-ah-arm hah-hah-hurts." She crawled up Vincent, her right arm wrapping around his neck as she sobbed, her head resting on his shoulder.




    OOC- I went and saw "Catching Fire" today! It was amazing! It was sad though... :c

  • OOC- I won't. ALL IM SAYING IS THERE'S A CRAZY LADY WHO GOES TICK TOCK TICK TOCK XD



    IC- Brooke clung to Vincent like he was her husband, her right hand pressed against his head. She sniffed, tilting her head to press the back of her hair to his neck. Her left arm was bleeding onto his shirt, and Brooke looked at the red stain. "I'm sorry!" She wailed, moving her arm and starting to cry again when she moved it away from him.

  • Brooke sniffed at the sound of the ambulance, wincing at her arm's terrible pain. She pressed herself closer to Vincent, feeling safe in his arms.

  • Tori sad in the office, fingers on her temples. She moved her fingers in short, circular motions, trying to ease her headache that had risen. She threw her hands down in her lap, and rested her forehead onto her fists.


    " I hope its just a broken arm. Nothing more. "


    She muttered to herself quietly. She sighed, hearing Brooke crying. Tori rolled her ankles back and forth, popping them as she did. Waiting, she leaned back in her seat.

  • Brooke soon came out of the office with a royal blue cast. She had been told she could still ride horses, but to take it easy and to ride normally. She walked to Vincent. "Thanks." She whispered. "Ready for that ride? I'm still allowed to ride, but I have to take it easy." Brooke glared at Beth. "He agreed to go with me alone on the trail today." She snapped grouchily.