❣ the girl in the loft ❣

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; color: black; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 95%; text-align: justify;]The rain was pounding, the wind was blowing, and the lightning flashed like paparazzi were following my every move. My clothes stuck to my small frame as I moved in the dark, dusk having fallen about an hour or so to go. My hooded jacket did very little to shield my head from the wind and rain, and my dark brown, bouncy curls were now straight, black, and sticking to the skin on my cheeks. I needed to find some shelter from the rain, and fast.


    Earlier I had gotten off the bus that I had called home for the last three and a half days. The ride from Los Angeles had proven to be long and uncomfortable, but the outcome was worth the trip. Now I was in a very small town in the middle of Tennessee, far enough away that my name sake and past can't catch me quickly. Easton Tennessee was now my haven, and Jenny Mast was now my name.


    I squinted through the rain as lightning lit up the land before me. In the distance, I could see the lights that belonged to a house, and a large building beside it. I waited for the next flash, finally able to see that it was a barn. Though I knew that whoever lived there wouldn't be very happy to have me stow away in their barn, I needed some shelter for the night. Smiling, I picked up the pace, moving towards the farm and shelter.


    Pulling open a back door, I was met with the immediate smell of animal, and warmth. I slid in like a snake, shutting the door securely behind me. I looked around at the horses, a few of them having turned towards me. I couldn't stand still for long though. As my clothes dripped and my body shook with cold, I looked around like a mouse caught in a kitchen. There was a latter against a nearby wall, leading to a loft above. The hay would be warm, the air would be warm, and all I wanted was warmth.


    Swiftly I climbed, making my movements as quiet as I could with soaked clothing. I moved to the farthest corner I could, dropping behind a large stack of hay. A barn cat hissed at my presence and scurried away quickly, though I didn't pay much attention. I set my backpack down on the hay as I fell down beside it. It was what I know lived out of, and what held all the possessions I now had to my name. My eyelids grew heavy and the warmth folded around me like a blanket. In the morning I would make myself scarce before anyone could find me, but right now, I couldn't fight off sleep.
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    Lyra Pierce is the daughter of a very wealthy, very well known, business man. Her name would cause anyone in the states to turn their heads as her father was known for big money, but also heated corruption. It is due to this Lyra can no longer stand her own name.


    Her father was very high up in the business world, very respected, and very wealthy. However, due to trickery, deceit, and a dark secret, he is now the current face of bad publicity. Their name is all over the news and Lyra can't go anywhere without being followed by cameras. She has been cornered by paparazzi, bombarded with questions concerning her father, and her 'friends' have begun to keep their distance from her. In a want to escape it all, she vanished from L.A. in the middle of the night, taking a trip across country to.


    <Your character> is a young country man who has grown up and worked on the family farm. It's been in his family for generations and it's their way of income. He has grown up working for what he needs, and knows that not everything in life is just handed over to you. He works hard to bring in the money needed for his family, and doesn't care much for the rich and wealthy. But his world begins to change when he finds a young runaway sleeping in his loft.


    In a twist of fate, Lyra finds herself working as a ranch hand to get by, hiding behind a fake name. Friendship blooms between her and the young country boy, and life seems to actually be working out for Lyra for once. But what happens when her past finally catches up to her in her little getaway? When the full truth finally unravels, the new found friendship will have to face up to the hidden lies and the pressure of the truth.
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    ✦ Please be semi-advanced to advanced
    ✦ Any plots, drama, or tricks of your own are welcomed
    ✦ Please be active
    ✦ Jump in however you would like with a pic of your character
    ✦We will begin with the following morning after Lyra had made it to the barn
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    That's fine. Thank you for joining! I really like him. BTW, the name under my characters (Jenny Mast) isn't a faceclaim if that is what you were thinking. That's the name she will be hiding under. :)
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;][b]Lyra Jeannette Pierce [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]( Jenny Mast || Twenty-one )[/fancypost]
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    That is totally up to you. You can have a family with him or be a loner, whichever you would rather work with.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Sunlight filtered through the blinds, worn down from years of use. The entire farmhouse was old, though it had been refurbished about a decade ago. It was his childhood home. The little swing hanging from the great oak, the tractor that his father always let him drive around. It was lonely though. He had gone to college and graduated with a bachelor's degree in agriculture. He knew what he was doing and didn't need lots of helping hands. But after his father passed away, his mother had moved to the cities. The farm life had never been meant for her though she stayed for Gavin's father.


    The house was quiet, with the faint sounds of Josey, the silver lab, playing with her toys downstairs. It was unusual for her to not sleep with him and he wondered if, during the night, she had heard something. That wasn't odd though. Across the field there was a thick forest, filled with lush vegetation. Through that there was a lake that Gavin often spent his hottest days at. Animals would sometimes venture into his fields and spook the farm animals, and Josey would bark for minutes.


    He stretched, slowly pulling the covers off of him and let out a big yawn. His brown eyes took a minute to adjust to the brightness of the room, as he stood before his dresser. With a creak the ebony wood drawer pulled open, revealing t-shirts and flannels, a few of the only things that Gavin wore. Settling on the flannel, he pulled it on and buttoned it up then replaced his shorts with a pair of his dark blue jeans. The clothes were tight fitting on his tall, muscular, broad shouldered frame. Once he was finished getting dressed, Gavin slowly thumped down the stairs, and was greeted immediately by an excited Josey.


    In about 15 minutes he had made coffee, with creamer and lots of sugar added, as well as the latest novel that Gavin had been reading. Most mornings started with coffee and a few chapters of a good book, then hard work in the fields with two of his farm hands Hunter and Caleb. The two were still at home and weren't to be expected for another hour. With Josey at his side, Gavin stepped out the door and walked to the loft, his favorite spot to read. The silver lab ran ahead, sniffing the ground and every single pebble on the dirt road. Once he reached the arm, Gavin walked across the hay filled concrete floor and settled in the ebony wood rocking chair. Josey's crazed barking alerted him from his relaxed and quiet state as she barked at a stack of hay. Hauling himself out of the chair, the farmer followed the dog, petting her head as he saw why the dog was alarmed. A young girl, possibly early twenties, was passed out behind the stack. Hay was scattered in her hair, and her moist clothes stuck to her body. There was no point in stirring her awake, because soon enough the lab's unending barks would do so.

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    Tired. Worn. Sore.


    This was pretty much the extent of everything Lyra had been feeling as she laid down behind the hay. The night run, the rain, the endless wondering where she would go. All of it seemed to melt away when sleep overtook her like the warmth of the animals. The hay was soft enough and the barn was inviting. As soon as she had laid down, she was captured by sleep.


    Lyra hadn't woken up at all during the night. She had slept so soundly that she wasn't even sure that she had dreamed. The sight was definitely one for someone to look onto. Golden hay mixed into rich brown waves, pale skin hugged by damp closed, and eye lashes dancing across pink dusted cheeks as sleep held tight to the young girl. Her body was curved as she lay there, showing signs of fatigue even in sleep.


    That when the barking could be heard.


    It was muffled at first, as if coming from far away in a dream. But as she began to awake, it became clearer...and closer. Lyra had to squint a bit as she opened her eyes, first seeing hay and a wooden wall. Glancing to the side, that's when she found what was making the noise. Her gaze first landed on the dog and then the young man who stood with it. In confusion and fear, she immediately sat up and backed away, hitting her back against the wall.


    She glanced around her with wide eyes, everything taking a moment to catch up to her. The storm... She paused slightly, letting her thoughts get on track. I ran into a barn to escape the storm. Her dark brown gaze looked at the young stranger before her, clearly terrified and lost as to what to do.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    With arms crossed, Gavin waited for the girl to wake up. The incessant barking would not stop and it was only a matter of time before those tired eyes blinked open. She looked exhausted, even with her eyes closed. The way her damp clothes hugged her figure, the bits of hay in her hair from resting on it. It was a mess, and he almost felt bad. Why was this girl out in the rain? And why did she run into his barn? Two important questions he knew could wait til she got cleaned up and something to eat.


    As soon as the girl sat up, looking absolutely terrified, the male took a step back with his hands up. "What're you doin' in my barn?" He asked, his thick country accent laced with concern. The dog immediately approached the girl, sniffing her, then deemed her safe as the dog licked her face. While Josey was a kind dog, it was an act that he rarely saw. The girl didn't look dangerous. She didn't look like trouble. But when a girl winds up in his barn, completely passed out behind bales of hay, it really makes you wonder.


    Without waiting for her response, he began to walk out the loft. "There's coffee in the kitchen and a shower upstairs. While you get cleaned up, I'll make breakfast." Gavin had no idea why he was being so friendly and welcoming. Sure he was a good-mannered guy with his southern charm but maybe it was because he felt bad. What was this girl's story? He had never seen her around, and he knew everybody around here.

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    Lyra looked at the male as he backed away, her knees up at her chest. She was ready to kick if she had too, her mind playing on defense. However, his question seemed innocent enough and he didn't seem to want to pose a threat as he held up his hands.


    [b]"I..." Her voice came out hoarse and strained, but was cut off when her face was licked by the dog. She flinched away due to her initial fear, looking at the dog for a moment. Softly, her confusion seemed to melt a bit until she watched the male step out of the loft.


    Coffee? Shower? Breakfast? She watched him closely, her confusion now following his every motion. Why was he offering this? She stay completely still, waiting to see just what it was he did next.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Gavin didn't turn around as he walked out of the loft, whistling for the dog to follow. The dog soon caught up but when he didn't hear the girl, he called out, "You comin?" and continued walking. The sun was hot on his skin, almost making his already tanned skin glow in the light. Working in the fields all day could really do that.


    Eventually, when he hadn't heard the girl follow, he started walking back to the loft. Did she need a hand to hold? Someone to coddle her? Despite his prejudice, she seemed in need of help. She also seemed as though she were wary of asking for it. "Listen," he started, trailing off as he tried to read her gaze. To no avail, he went on, "I've got food in the kitchen, a hot shower, and some dry clothes for you. What do ya say? Oh by the way, I'm Gavin. I own this land. That's my dog Josey. She seems to like you." He flashed her a genuine smile and held out his hand, rough and calloused from all the hard work he's done, to help her up.

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    Lyra was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that he was offering help without question. She sat still as she looked around her, her body slowly beginning to relax as she got her barings. That's when she saw him return, folding up once more.


    She looked at his outstretched hand, pausing as her dark gaze took him in. It was cautious, testing, and unsure. However, he seemed gentle enough, not wanting to hurt her. Slowly, she outstretched her small, almost dainty hand. It was dirty from the mud and her journey, though clearly showed that she was unaccustomed to hard work or labor.


    Slowly she stood, her legs wobbly, sore, and somewhat weak. She stumbled slightly, her breath hitching from the sudden motion. She grasped his hand a bit harder as she regained her balance, only to look sheepish and embarrassed. [b]"Thank you," she said softly, her scratchy voice showing her time in the cold rain.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Her wariness was to be expected, Gavin knew that much. Although from his perspective, he might be the one who should be more wary. After all, a strange girl wound up in his barn. Her hand gripped tighter around his when she stumbled, and he tightened his around hers as well. The grip loosened immediately when he realized just how strong he was, hanging onto her delicate hands.


    His eyes softened as he took her in, wandering back to her hands that had mud dried onto them. Where was this girl coming from? Where was she going? Was it appropriate for him to ask? The dialogue ran through his mind and before he came up with an answer to that last question, the words were already spilling off his tongue. "How'd you end up in my barn?" He asked, curious but not upset. He began walking back to the house.

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    Lyra watched as he began to head back to the house, following a bit slower. Her arms wrapped around her, and she wondered just what it was that she was suppose to say. She couldn't give her actual name, or the fact that she was from California. If any of that was to be released, then the press would be on her faster than she could tell. So that was out of the question.


    [b]"I, uh, kind of got caught in that storm last night," she said cautiously. "I'm a long way from home and didn't really know where to go. I got a bit lost and found your barn." It was vague, and she knew that, but what more could she really say?
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    As soon as the words came out, he knew she meant what she said though he couldn't help but feel there was something she wasn't telling him. Not like it mattered that much, considering they were just informally introduced. Gavin didn't expect her to spill her life story, not to a stranger.


    Questions he wanted to ask drifted through his thoughts and he wanted to ask, but it felt wrong to overwhelm her. So he stuck with an easy one. "What's your name?" He asked, turning his brown eyed gaze to hers. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and felt good on his skin with the hot sun. Josey was at the end of the gravel road, waiting for them to catch up.

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    She looked at his gaze, but didn't speak immediately. She had to think quickly so she could cover her tail. [b]"Jenny,"     she said, choosing something not even close to her name. "It's Jenny Mast." She ran a hand through her hair and looked around them, hoping he didnt press for more about her name right now. She needed to come up with a story, some way to cover her trail and make sure her past remained hidden for a while. No doubt that this story was on the news around here.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Gavin nodded and gave her a smile. "Jenny." He repeated. "That's a beautiful name, Ms. Mast. Or is it Mrs?" He asked casually. He doubted she was married, noticing how young she was but it wouldn't be unusual if she were. Eventually the house loomed before them, flowers and a vegetable garden in the front of the house. The cobblestone pathway was a bit worn down as he went up the steps and held the door open for Jenny.

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    A slight blush graced her cheeks as he said her name was beautiful. Part of it was because it was sweet, the other was because it wasn't her true name. However, she quickly pushed out the doubts with his ext statement. [b]"Oh, no, it's just Ms.,"     she said softly then turned her attention to the house. "You're place is very beautiful." She liked the flowers and garden, having always wondered what it was like to have a quaint house like this. Her house, or what was her house, was too big and lonely for her taste. "Thank you," she said as she stepped, somewhat cautiously into his house. She was here with a stranger, in his house, having no clue where she was. It was natural to be cautious right?
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Gavin's brown gaze followed hers to his house, smiling so big that it reached his eyes when the house was complimented. It was an older home, but he had helped refurbish and paint with his dad. "Thank you." He crooned. Any compliment to his home or lifestyle was always a lot more meaningful then a generic compliment of himself. Nonetheless he didn't mind either way.


    He pretended not to notice the wariness in her step. It didn't bother him. He knew the circumstances. A lost girl finding his barn and sleeping, then a young farmer finding her. They were strangers, and though he was very welcoming to her in his home, the doubts she had were to be expected. Gavin didn't think too much about it as he strolled into the kitchen. Angling his head to look at Jenny, he pointed up to the stairs. "Upstairs if you go into my bedroom, take a left and another left for the bathroom. There are towels in there and you can take a hot shower. Feel free to grab anything to wear from the dresser." Embarrassment flooded over him, though he tried his best to keep a neutral look. He was already telling her to go to his bedroom, even though the intentions were innocent.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 15px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase;]Lyra Jeannette Pierce [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]( Jenny Mast || Twenty-one )[/fancypost]
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    Lyra paused and bit her lip as she looked at the stairs. She shifted a bit but then nodded slightly. [b]"Yeah, okay,"     she said softly. She walked towards him and then glanced up the stairs. She began to walk up, stopping near the top. She looked back at him, furrowing her eyebrows a bit. "Anything from the dresser?" she asked, making sure she wasnt poking into anything private he may have. She only just got here, plus this place was the only thing she had at the moment.
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    Gavin Hayes Weston
    twenty-five


    Gavin hesitated briefly, wondering if he did have anything in his dresser. Maybe loose change. Nothing he was worried about her finding. "Yeah, anything you're comfortable with. It'll be a bit big but..." He trailed off, aware that she'd know what he meant. He directed his gaze back to the kitchen, then back at her. "What are you in the mood for?"