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Sabine Laroche [1]
Johhny Hall aka "flawlessrain" [0] It all started, with a picture
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Sabine made her way slowly down the dirt road. A horse walked on each side of her, one a silver dapple mare and the other a bay colt. The colt was creating quite a fuss, but as soon as the mare aimed a kick at him he settled down. Earlier this morning, probably around four AM she'd let them out to run. Actually she'd let most the horses out, and now that it was approaching dusk she was bringing them back in. It just so happened that these two were the last ones. The colt simply refused to be caught, and the mare was laying down at the very end of the pasture. She really hadn't been looking forward to getting these two. Now that she was covered in sweat and dirt, all she really wanted was a shower. But first she had to feed and water the animals, all twenty of the animals.
This task took her almost an hour, and the sunshine was fading quickly. As she stole into the comfort of her white house, she let the door stay open so hopefully some of the cold night air would come in. Though it really wasn't cold outside, hell it was probably eighty five to ninety degrees out there. But since she hadn't been in the house all day, it had stayed pretty toasty inside. After grabbing a water, she downed a few Tylenol's and went upstairs, taking the steps in twos. The bathroom was the first door on the left, and her bedroom was two doors down to the right. It had never really been a problem, since she rarely had company. Or at least company that stayed long enough for her to have to take a shower with them there. Besides, anytime her nieces and nephews came to stay their parents came along too. Meaning her sister came along. Meaning they slept in the guest house, because her sister was a witch.
While lost in her thoughts, the water had heated up and somehow she'd remembered to strip off her clothes. Stepping into the stream of hot water she sighed. No matter how warm it was outside, a hot shower always felt nice. Especially on her tense muscles, carrying bags of oats and bales of hay all day really screw up her tendons. Her sister always said that she should hire a stablehand, and she had to admit that it wasn't a bad idea. Just another reason to hate her, for always being right. Ever since they were born, her sister was the one with the higher grades, the better boyfriends. Their parents just... liked her better. And when she got into Harvard, for doctoring no less, they'd been thrilled.
And then there was Sabine, who hadn't gone to college at all. You think they'd been proud that she'd been able to open up the stables. To hear that the "other daughters" horses constantly ran in races, and usually won. That her horses could be considering ones with some of the best bloodlines. Nope, they just shrugged and said Good job before running off to her sister. Whom they showered with love and money.
With a heavy sigh, she turned and shut off the hot water. For a moment she stood in the frigid water, taking deep breaths to calm herself. After this she completely turned off the water and stepped out to wrap a towel around herself. Without bothering to go change, she went downstairs, briefly passing through the living room. Her first thought was to open up her laptop and check imgur, but she reminded herself of her vow to never visit the website again. It may have been a bit dramatic of her, but she never even wanted to see the name of that idiot who had dared to... well do what he did. Back in the kitchen, she completely ignored the open door and went to the fridge to fish out something to eat.
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"What am I even doing here. Utah? Really? You're such an idiot Johhny, dragging yourself all the way here to the middle of nowhere. What if she doesn't even live there? What if she does? What if she's married? Has a boyfriend the size of dump truck? Has dogs!? What will you say to her anyways? 'Hi, I'm flawlessrain and I stalked you all the way to where you live.' 'You may know me as flawlessrain, the guy that made you quit imgur.' If I were her, I would beat myself to death with my own car. Well, not really. But the point is, what girl would want to talk with a guy that talks to himself?" Johhny hung his head down for a moment, then looked back up to the road.
This was the conversation Johhny had with himself the entire drive from Nebraska to Utah, in his old Toyota Corolla. He has formed a new personality by now and it isn't very friendly. Because of this, his total confidence level is far below normal. He highly doubts that this will lead to any good. He was so close to where heart82 was said to live, and his heart felt like it would explode and leave a smoking crater larger than an atomic bomb.
Johhny turned onto a dirt road, leading to a white house, most likely a farm as well. If it weren't for Mapquest he didn't know how he'd have gotten here. The dirt road was very bumpy in just a small corolla and it kicked up some dust that trailed from behind. He didn't know what to do now so when he was several yards away from the buildings he stopped and took the keys out of the ignition. His palms were sweaty, a leg bouncing up and down, heart rate off the the charts. The moment of truth was at hand.
After a long pause of doing nothing he said, "Nope, I'm not doing this," and started up his car. He was about to drive away but he then took the keys out of the ignition. This time he grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Then he closed the door shut, put the keys back in the ignition and nearly drove away again. He paused, took the keys out of the ignition, opened the door and stepped out. Looking at the white house, he said, very irritated, "What am I doing!" Got back in the car, turned it on, nearly drove away for the third time, stopped, took the keys out, opened the door, got out of the car, and started walking. This time he didn't go back.
His tennis shoes were not a good fit for this ground, the rocks pushed up against the rubber uncomfortably. They didn't make a lot of noise though, making him seem more like a stalker. His breathing seemed to make up for it, along with his heart. He thought the volume matched that of an airplane turbine.
Approaching the house, walking up the two steps to a patio and then the door. It was open. He knocked on the wooden frame, saying in a loud voice, "Hello. Anyone home?" He stood frozen in place, hoping no one was here or it was being broken into and the robbers would shoot him. While he waited he thought of what he would say in his mind.
This was the conversation Johhny had with himself the entire drive from Nebraska to Utah, in his old Toyota Corolla. He has formed a new personality by now and it isn't very friendly. Because of this, his total confidence level is far below normal. He highly doubts that this will lead to any good. He was so close to where heart82 was said to live, and his heart felt like it would explode and leave a smoking crater larger than an atomic bomb.
Johhny turned onto a dirt road, leading to a white house, most likely a farm as well. If it weren't for Mapquest he didn't know how he'd have gotten here. The dirt road was very bumpy in just a small corolla and it kicked up some dust that trailed from behind. He didn't know what to do now so when he was several yards away from the buildings he stopped and took the keys out of the ignition. His palms were sweaty, a leg bouncing up and down, heart rate off the the charts. The moment of truth was at hand.
After a long pause of doing nothing he said, "Nope, I'm not doing this," and started up his car. He was about to drive away but he then took the keys out of the ignition. This time he grabbed the door handle and opened the door. Then he closed the door shut, put the keys back in the ignition and nearly drove away again. He paused, took the keys out of the ignition, opened the door and stepped out. Looking at the white house, he said, very irritated, "What am I doing!" Got back in the car, turned it on, nearly drove away for the third time, stopped, took the keys out, opened the door, got out of the car, and started walking. This time he didn't go back.
His tennis shoes were not a good fit for this ground, the rocks pushed up against the rubber uncomfortably. They didn't make a lot of noise though, making him seem more like a stalker. His breathing seemed to make up for it, along with his heart. He thought the volume matched that of an airplane turbine.
Approaching the house, walking up the two steps to a patio and then the door. It was open. He knocked on the wooden frame, saying in a loud voice, "Hello. Anyone home?" He stood frozen in place, hoping no one was here or it was being broken into and the robbers would shoot him. While he waited he thought of what he would say in his mind.
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After awhile she had decided on taking out some chicken and a bag of lettuce to make a salad. Though as she wasn't the best cook, by the time she was finished heating the chicken she already had four new burns, only one being very bad though. She'd tried to pick the pan up by the side, earning her a large burn across her palm and on three of her fingers. It wasn't the smartest thing of her to do, but then again, she rarely ever actually used the stove. Mostly it was just take out or microwave dinners, but considering it was so late she didn't want to make anyone drive all the way out here. Especially since most of the workers at the food places in town were teenagers, she didn't want there to be any risk for someone to get injured because of her.
Grabbing a larger bowl, she dumped the contents of the lettuce bag in it and left the wrapped on the counter. Yeah, that was the other thing, she wasn't the best cleaner. Though her house was nearly spotless, only because she was hardly ever in it. That was the moment she realized she was still in a towel, and she laughed quietly at herself. Well, it wasn't like anyone was coming over, she could just go throw a robe on. So that was what she did, heading up the steps, taking the stairs more slowly this time though, and into the bathroom to grab a white, fluffy robe. When she went back downstairs the chicken was cooled, and she sliced it up before dumping the meat into the salad bowl. After sitting the bowl on the table, she went back to the stove and stood on her toes to try and reach a bowl. Being only five foot was a real disadvantage at that moment.
It was then that she heard the knock on the door. Emitting a squeaking sound, she dropped back to her feet and flipped towards the open door. Whoever was outside could have clearly seen her reaching to grab the bowl, and depending on how long they'd been there before knocking, a lot more things. Her eyes widened slightly, and she pulled the robe tighter against her as she took a few steps towards the door. "Hello?"
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Johhny, completely caught up in his hysterics, failed to see the easily visible woman. Pretending like he did see her he responded by, again, saying, "Hello." He was caught off guard by her height, because he just pictured her like an average woman would look like. He tried to not look down at her and aimed his eyes right above her hair line.
He paused for only a moment, his brain had still failed to think of any normal things to say that would explain the situation in as bright of light as possible. His best ones were, "My car broke down not too far from here and I can't get a signal for my phone." This was most likely the line killers used. "I'm doing an investigation on farmers in the area," another one that was filled with suspicion. Then there was his blunt one, telling her the truth and everything that happened. If only he lied.
"I'm looking for someone on Imgur who goes by the name of heart82, I was told she lived here. Would they happen to live here, if not then sorry for bothering you."
He paused for only a moment, his brain had still failed to think of any normal things to say that would explain the situation in as bright of light as possible. His best ones were, "My car broke down not too far from here and I can't get a signal for my phone." This was most likely the line killers used. "I'm doing an investigation on farmers in the area," another one that was filled with suspicion. Then there was his blunt one, telling her the truth and everything that happened. If only he lied.
"I'm looking for someone on Imgur who goes by the name of heart82, I was told she lived here. Would they happen to live here, if not then sorry for bothering you."
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