Foul stench.

private Diego Brando RP 

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“G’day.”

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im active on @scarelose thnks

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justachildofthemoon:

“He was apparently about 6′5 and bulky. My mom was also my height. I’d say I’m more of a giraffe with how lanky I am though,”he mused with a slight smirk. Jonah figured he’d be the same height if he wasn’t born female.

“So… Who are you anyway?”

“Diego. Diego Brando. I am often referred to as ‘Dio’, however.” He says, crossing his arms and tilting his head some.

“I see. Those are quite the genes.”

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driftingjazzbard:

“What a sweet lady.”  Why would her rider be so grumpy on such a lovely animal?  So beautiful and sweet tempered.  And he clearly took pride in her…suppose some people were just sour.

“I would.  I’m a musician, come to gain inspiration from the riders around here.  Something…of primal beauty about a horse in full gallop.”

He’s still talking to her while the horse is walking, so apparently she’s supposed to be keeping up.  Thankfully at a walk she can manage it.  “When I can.  I can’t afford one of my own, but longer distances I can usually find a few travelers that could use a guitar and a lovely voice in the evenings.”

“Musician? I hope that holds up.” A slight bit of truth, he understood jobs of that area were often difficult. And very tiring, oh well! They chose that route for themselves~!

“I see. What sort of music do you perform? And for how much?” perhaps he’d pay for a tune or two, it was quite boring.

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justachildofthemoon:

“Never knew my father, he left my mother well before I was born.” Jonah gave a shrug, keeping his face neutral otherwise. 

“All I know was he was blond and that I look a lot like him. I’d look more like him if I didn’t color my hair. My uncle was told about him by my mother, and she hardly talked about him so I don’t have a lot to say.” The 6′2 boy’s orange-amber eyes are sharp as they gaze at the other.

“I see.” Diego keeps the note of his words. No, he wouldn’t know of this other ‘Brando’ walking about. Diego’s own slightly slitted green eyes stare back against his own. Standing at 5″9′ he hates that he had to slightly adjust his eyes upward. Ridiculous.

“Your father must have been a mammoth, with how large you are...”

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justachildofthemoon:

“Ah… My name is Jonah Grigio. I took my mother’s last name instead of my father’s since I figured Jonah Brando didn’t suit me. I’m 18, and my birthday is on December 30th… You also look vaguely familiar.” He leaned in curiously.

A scowl is given, Brando? did that mean he also came from the farmland? “I see.” 18, Diego is 21. He is definitely not his. But he looked too familiar.

“Tell me of your father, Jonah.”

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driftingjazzbard:

And unfortunately she’s met a snooty asshole.  He probably would’ve run her down if she hadn’t moved too.  But he likes his horse.  People who like animals can’t be all bad, right?

“I thank you kindly, sir.”  She may as well pet the horse, who seems much sweeter of temper than her rider.  Her hand brushes its neck, once, and quickly besides to avoid annoying the brat in her saddle.  “Hello beauty.  Hope I didn’t offend you, standing in your way.  God, if I were a painter.”  She steps back, respectful of the horse at least.  She’d offer the lovely beast an apple if it didn’t mean probably getting lectured by the man atop her.

“You are welcome.” He says, watching her pet the horse, Silver bullet seemed to enjoy the pet - her tail swayed left and right. Diego felt semi-insulted that Silver Bullet liked being pet by someone other than him, regretting the offer.

“You’d paint her, hm? sweet of you. But she can only stay still for so long.” Silver bullet begins to walk forwards some after being still for the moment. “See? Impatient when we aren’t busy.” He gives her another pet before looking down at the woman.

“Do you often associate with horses?’

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Keep me running, running scared

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LUCY STEEL MUSIC VIDeO???

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song: overdue by ZZ Ward

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driftingjazzbard:

She would ask him why he never learned to turn his horse, because she’s sensing a touch of sarcasm in that excessive politeness, but she’s never met this asshole and thus will give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Uh…certainly.  It’s a beautiful animal.”  And she does step aside, though mainly because she doesn’t want to be run over by a horse.

“But of course, She is Silver Bullet. An Arab thoroughbred, to be more accurate of her beauty.” he lifts his head a little more, showing how he viewed himself. A hand reaching and gently stroking through the horses’ mane.

“I notice my tone with you was not as kind as I’d hoped, miss. You are free to pet her - once.”

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@justachildofthemoon

“You look vaguely familiar. State your name and birth.”

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@driftingjazzbard

“Dear, you seem to be in the way of Silver Bullet. I will ask you kindly to move aside.” His dearest horse does not go ‘around’. If she cherishes her health, she would move. And now.

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Alfred CHOUBRAC

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