For The Greater Good~ (Detective RP!) (OPEN!)

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S and his dog entered the house with a sigh. The AC felt good, but he never really noticed the heat. He yawned and collapsed in a chair, Socrates at his feet. "Weird people, huh? All people are weird." He muttered.
She wasn't that bad.Socrates thought idly.
I guess so. At least she didn't stare. He shrugged.

[Starkit12]

Zoey pulled up to her parking spot at Joyce's and jumped out with Nero right behind her. She yawned, still feeling a bit tired. She ruffled Nero's ears before locking the car and heading towards the office where Joyce was when she was not teachering. She slide past the two front workers who were dealing with a few guests, and Zoey noticed a cute little jumping up and down. Zoey smiled, guessing she was wanting to start riding horses. She quickly disappeared down the hallway with Nero as her shadow as the small girl looked her way. Zoey chuckled as she knocked then opened the door to Joyce's private office. Since they were really close friends, Joyce didn't mind having Zoey around, and she loved Nero too. Zoey headed straight for the spinning chair, which was behind the desk, and looked over to see Joyce looking through paper work. But when Zoey came in she turned around and smiled. "Good afternoon, Zoey and Nero." Joyce welcomed them both, nodding to both of them in turn. Nero slowly made his way up to Joyce, sniffing at the ground, before accepting her patts. That was one of theings Zoey liked about Joyce, she treated animals with the same respect she treated humans with. "Why don't we go for a ride." Zoey said, spinning around in the chair. She always felt more of a teenager when hanging around Joyce, as she was so smart and motherlike. "I'd love to..." Joyce said, putting the paper back into the cabinet and getting to her feet. "But I've got some thing to do." Zoey stopped spinning and smiled at Joyce. "Then how about I help you, then we can go for ride?" She suggested, and Joyce just smiled, as she also injoyed having Zoey around.

[A-train]

Amber lounged around in her house for a bit longer, then decided to quit moping, and actually do something. She got up, and walked outside, feeling instantly sweaty and wettish as the hot, humid air blasted her in the face. She slammed the door shut behind her, Callie just barely getting out in time.
"Phew!" she panted. "I can barely stand this heat! How do you do it, Callie?"
Oh, you know, the cat replied, in thought speak. I just, well... I just... do.
"Oh, yes, because that's very helpful," Amber muttered. "Well, thanks, anyway, though. Hmm... shall we go check out the other cats? I have a feeling that I might have to turn up the air conditioning in their little sheds. It's a bit crowded in those things." Callie nodded vigorously. "Well, all right, then, Cal-Cals.... Let's go!" And, with that, Amber pushed herself up and away from the door, smiling, and ran across the yard to the shed, laughing and racing Callie.

[Starkit12]

After Zoey helped Joyce for a while, they finally had everything done. "Ok, now?" Zoey asked, already skipping to the door.

"Yes, Zoey!" Joyce laughed, feeling refreshed now they she got most of her work done for today. "I'll be one minute, you get the horses ready 'kay?"

"Yup!" Zoey smiled, opening the door, "Who do you want?" She asked as Nero got up.

Joyce thoght for a moment, "I'll ride Honey today." She decided.

"Ok." Zoey nodded, closing the door behind her. She let Nero lead her out to the field. Once outside and by the fields, Zoey whistled for her own horse, Jasper and watched as the stallion galloped over to the fence. "Hey boy!" She cooed, stroking his soft nose. She clipped on a lead to his halter and walked him to the outside areana where there were posts to attached the horses to. "Nero, you stay here." Zoey commanded, heading to the maresfield to grab Joyce's mare.

[A-train]

Amber was bored, so she decided to go to the barn. She wasn't that good of a rider, but maybe she could make Joyce help her learn how to ride. There must be somebody there that could teach her the fine arts of jumping. Even though it was 35 degrees Celsius outside, and the storm clouds were quickly moving in overhead, she felt that it was fine to go.

Storm clouds, huh? Callie asked her, in pictures.

Umm, yeah. Amber smiled somewhat worriedly, already crossing the yard to reach the screen door. Once she was there, she immediately walked in, closing the door just behind her. She locked and bolted the door- an extra precaution, one that harmed nobody- and grabbed her purse, walking to the other end of the house.

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I take it you need some more people? Nice to see ya again Starkit and Amber! Funny Amber, you've used my last name. XD

Name: Tamika Rose May Rachel Ami Maya Brown
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Personality: Tamika is the sort of girl that you would find either in the middle of attention or tucked away in the corner with a book to read or lines to learn (she is a total drama nut). She is your usual sportsman, excelling in skiing, horseriding, football (soccer), rugby (football), netball, rounders (baseball?), skateboarding and many others. She comes from a rich family, though keeps that hidden and only buys clothes from cheap shops. Tami is a tomboy, prefering jeans and jogging bottoms to skirts and trainers (sneakers) to high heels. That doesn't mean that she won't dress up once in a while, she does have *some* nice clothes and a single pair of heels.

Although she is often in the centre of attention, she believes that no-one knows the true her and that she is a mystery to those around her. Tamika isn't predictable, and can randomly come in one day with dyed hair and a completely different look. She has a hard outer-layer, and can seem quite harsh when she is only trying to hide the real her. Inside she is hurt, and feels ignored at home due to her many siblings.
Appearance: This one and this one and this one and another one last one!(When she's woken up)
History: Tamika grew up in a large family, but their father was a billionaire so they always had enough money. She was the youngest, and always over shadowed by her five older sisters' achievements. Next to her sisters were her three brothers (they were from their father's previous wife) who are elder, of course!

Her mother was pleased to catch her father's eye, and he dumped his first wife for her. Mary (her mother) took in his three sons aged five, three and two and raised them. When the youngest turned three, her first child was born and the three boys took a back seat in their lives. Two years later, and twins were born. Not long after came the fourth daughter. Five years after the fourth girl was born, Tamika was born. By then her three older brothers hated her sisters, but somehow Tami touched them. Her four older sisters teased and mocked her, though the three brothers cared and stood up for her.

The children were happy, sort of, and their father's buisness took off again. By the time Tami was ten, their family was incredibly well known and the children in her year began to make a fuss out of her. Most of her silbings had left home, though not the twins and the second youngest daughter. Her mother died that year, and so Tami became withdrawn. Tamika ignored the people who wanted to be her friend for the money, and when she was old enough to go to college, she left. She took all of her savings and all of her inherintance and put it away for her future.

Not long after she left, her dad died of a heart attack and the eight children split the money fairly. They sold the house and most of the furniture, and they all got a decent amount of money. (The house alone cost 4 million pounds, and all of the expensive furniture cost 2 million) None of her silbings wanted their father's buisness, and so Tami took control of it. She left the manager to take care of it though she often checks up on how it is.

Because of this, she is quite rich but it never shows. None of her sisters stayed in contact with her, though all three of her brothers check in on her every so often. She finished college and then moved on to buy her house.

Oldest sibling, half brother: Jace Brown
Second oldest, half brother: Shane Brown
Third oldest, half brother: Damon Brown
Oldest sister, full sister: Isobel Brown
Twins, full sisters: Roxanne and Rosella Brown
Second to youngest, full sister: Aimee Brown
Youngest, her: Tamika.

Car: Click! It has a slight dent on its right side though.
Main pet: A sleek grey kitten about 21 weeks old. Named Lucy. Tami's had Lucy for about three weeks, they aren't connected quite yet.
Occupation: She manages her dad's old buisness, and earns quite a bit!
Description of House: Outside.
Number 27 Melon Beach (I think that's it).
Likes:
Tamika loves her beach home, with its large rooms and spacious garden. She loves the night sky, and absolutely loves to draw the landscape (her house has all of her drawings and paintings hung on the walls). Tami's favourite colour is green and she does like lilac aswell. Her favourite sweets (candy) are Maoams ((though maybe that's because I'm eating them now), and she loves her brothers as well.

Her favourite fruit is a melon, though her favourite meal is Chilli con carne. Tami's favourite sport is horseriding, just because her dad made her start when she was young. She feels as if she's close to him when she rides.

Dislikes:
Tamika hates city homes, with its smelly smoke and claustrophobic feeling. She doesn't particularly like snow that much due to her sisters always throwing smowballs at her when she was younger. Tami's least favourite colour is black, because it seems so definate. She doesn't really like her older sisters, though she does love them.

Her most hated fruit is a tomatoe because she is allergic to them. Tami hates baked beans on toast because she doen't like the texture of the beans or the sauce that they are in. She doesn't like watching football (soccer) or golf because of the injuries in football (soccer) and because golf is incredibly dull to watch.

Tamika dislikes cats, though Lucy chose her and she can't help but admit that they had a connection/bond from the moment they met.

Fears:
Tamika fears death because she lost her mother and her father to it. She is claustrophobic, which means she is scared of enclosed spaces. Among her fears are her fears of spiders - she thinks that they are freaky and won't go near them. She fears losing any of her siblings as she feels that she has lost too much already.

Other: Tamika does have a farmhouse out in the countryside, though she rarely stays there.
Home Description: Another view of the front.
Her bedroom, though with this bed, and these bedcovers.
One of the spare rooms,and another one, and the last one.
Her loungeand her outside lounge.
Her kitchen, her relaxing room and her study. Tamika's dining room.
Outside view of her stable, and the inside of the stable. It fits up to thirteen horses, and she lets others board their horses there for free (anyway, she has loads of money, so why does she need to have them pay her?).

She has four of her own horses boarded at the stable.
Cookie, an Icelandic Stallion. Cookie is the stall nearest the door.
Romeo, a Lipizzaner stallion. Romeo's stall is next to Cookie's.
Asia, a pretty Arabian mare. Asia is in the stall next to Romeo.
And Tommy, Tamika's thoroughbred stallion. He is next to Asia.

Her herd at her farm features these guys and this little boy. Her whole herd includes over forty different horses, with four foals. See?


Name: Hello, my name is Lucy-Lou. Lucy for short.
Age: I am only 21 weeks old, but I met Tami three weeks ago and we bonded.
Gender: I am female, how dare you ask!
Personality: I am the most gorgeous cat you have ever met, and I have a lovely temper when you know me. I hate people who will take my Tami away from me, but love those that will give me a cuddle and stroke me. They have to stroke me in the right place though, or I won't like them one bit!

I don't like anything, or anyone, or any pet, that is competition for Tami's love because then she might get rid of me... And I don't want that to happen. Not like when I was taken away from my siblings at the horsie place. That nice lady, Joyce I think she's called, showed me to Tami and we connected!

Species: I am the most gorgeous and all powerful kitten.
Appearance: Me, currently! Me when I'm older!

Likes:
I love laying in the sun, on a warm cushion by a window. I also enjoy curling up on Tami's lap, though she doesn't let me do that often because she doesn't like cats too much. I am confident I can change her. Whilst she goes and rides, she leaves me at home and I love being able to cause mischief! It is incredibly fun!

Dislikes:
Ugh, if there's one thing I hate, it's water! That wet stuff getting on my paws.... It makes me so cold! And when Tami watches that awful thing she calls a television! It's just something that humans do, and it bores me to no end. I also hate it when Tami pushes me off the bed, or wakes me. I need my beauty sleep!

Fears:
Don't tell Tami this, but I fear that one day I'll get seperated from her properly. She's my person, I have to take care of her! I'm scared of water too, it makes my coat all wet and ruins my image. I am also scared that Tami will try and put clothes on me one day. I have my coat, I don't need anything else!

Personal Favourite Sleeping Space/Designated Sleeping Space:
Tami's bed. No competition! I prefer it when she isn't there, but you can't have everything. Her soft pillows make the perfect resting spot, and the whiteness makes me stand out. Isn't that great?

Colour of Harness/Leash for Walking Around:
I have this gorgeous studded white collar for when I'm fully grown, and it will have my name and house number on and my phone number and...and... I'll look cool in it!

Other: Rules. Yes, I has read them!

Finished, finally! And I do not own any of the pictures used.

[Harpy•]

Name:
Damon Jess Filtiarn

Age:
Twenty-Four

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Damon is a very determined, strong man, capable of many things...but extremely limited of others. When his mind is set to something, there's no getting in his way or stopping him from reaching his goal, no matter how long it may take; he'll get there eventually, despite any obstacles. He's like a force of nature in that way, reaching unceasingly for what he desires until he finally gets it.
But this can also become a bad thing; if he gets too caught up in what he's striving for, what he wants to accomplish, he may begin to think less of the others around him. He doesn't forget them or think he's better than them in that moment, but they just become...less important. It's a vice of his that is not easily broken, especially since he's tried several times to pay more attention to the people who care about him while striving forward.
Despite his bouts of obsession with goals, he's truly a deep and caring individual, increasingly intelligent, with dark, piercing eyes that seem to look far beyond the outer skin of a person. He's charismatic while quiet, and people are drawn to him in times of need, whether for comfort or just an ear to listen. He'll never tell a secret he's been told to keep, or break a promise that he's made. In doing so, he's one of the most trustworthy men you can find, dependable almost anything you could need, if it's within reason. He can become your greatest ally and friend, and it doesn't take much but honesty and integrity to get his attention and support.
Another side of Damon is his romantic nature. He's never found his one true love, but he's dreamt of doing so since a young age. He has dated his fair share of girls, but none of them ever stuck with him and worked through all of his quirks, which really aren't all that many. None of them were ever permanent, and he still doggedly searches for someone he can spend the rest of his life with in contentment and happiness; or as much as can be had under the circumstances he and his group of college friends are in. Whatever happens, whoever it is, he'll find a way to work through it and solve the problem; part of his obsession with goals and his intelligent determination.
One of the key points of his personality, and his one true passion in life, is the piano. He has created countless compositions of his own, short pieces that express something he rarely ever physically shows. When you're listening to one of his pieces, you're listening to a part of him you'll most likely never see again, though he's never discarded a single note he's written, not since his childhood, when he began to play; this is also a key point of his past, the one that he keeps so heavily garded, so deeply hidden.

Appearance:
1, 2, 3, and 4.

History:
Damon came from a terrible background, one full of pain and regret, sorrow, and overwhelming anger. He's not one to be open about his past, and it takes a very determined close friend or someone else he cares deeply about for him to even speak a word of it; he hates his past life so much, he doesn't dare think about it anymore, which is truly the only reason he's come so far.
He knows he hasn't fully gotten over the events that occurred, though, and he also knows that one day it'll all break out of its cage and overwhelm him. He hopes, sometimes vainly, that there'll be someone there for him when that time comes.
Damon was born to happy parents and a content family, one free of strife and feuding. His life was the American Dream up until he was ten. During those nine years of his life, he learned to do many things a child from a respectful family would do; he learned to read, write, do simple arithmatic, and studied the basics of science. He built upon these teachings since he was five, and then discovered the thing that guided him through his entire life; the piano.
His parents had purchased one for the entire family to enjoy, but they never got the chance once Damon set a finger to the key. Since that first note rang out on a quiet Sunday morning, DJ has been playing for his entire life, and only increases in skill everyday. At age fifteen, he was writing his own compositions; though these were dark and rather sinister due to the events of his life at the time.
It was mentioned that his life was perfect until he was ten. At that age, his father was fired from his job as a co-CEO of a major car manufacturing company. The layoff had come from absolutely nowhere, and no warning was given as to when it would happen; nor was there a reason provided. His father took this very roughly, and took to heavy drinking not long after, much to the dismay of his mother. Only a week had passed before the fist-shaped bruises began to form on his mother's cheek bones and stomach. The abuse was done discretely, after Damon had been put to bed by his trembling, obviously frightened mother. He still remembers the sound of muffled cries coming from down the hallway, his parents' room. He never knew exactly what they were, until the day his father struck his mother in front of him.
He was twelve then, and his father and mother had been arguing intensely, again. They used big words and foul ones, things that he really didn't know much of, but he knew that it wasn't good by the looks on their faces. And when father raised his arm, clenching his fingers together, and when his mother cowered down like this had happened so many times before, Damon knew. Before he could do a single thing to stop him, his father struck her harder than he ever had before, knocking her to the ground with the single punch. She hadn't gotten up, and blood trickled from somewhere on the back of her head.
In a sudden blind rage, Damon threw himself at his father, for the first time smelling the raging stench of alcohol on clothes and breath. He was shoved across the room, where he stumbled and fell; and was then repeatedly assaulted by his father, hit in the face and arms, nearly breaking through to the bone. His father left after Damon and slipped into unconsciousness, and he never returned. His mother never woke up. Damon, many years later, found out that she had internal bleeding in her brain, causing it to collapse on itself and shut down.
Next came the foster homes. One after the other, they all turned him away after the first week, telling the adopting agency that he was too much for them, too angry and violent for their control. And it was true that he was. His foster parents became frightened of him and his dark temperment, the way he was quick to lose his temper and go into a rage similar to the one that had gotten him beaten. He trusted nothing and no one, and it seemed that no one could change that. Until, at age fifteen, he arrived at a rich foster home, one that was finely furnished and a place of many teenagers' dreams. And in the front hall, with rich golden decor gilding the walls and ceiling, there was a grand piano, something Damon hadn't seen in too long. His foster parents never complained about him, and almost never saw him; though they would often sneak into the rear of the hall and stop to listen to the incredibly passionate, deep, disturbing music that weaved from they keys being played.
Throughout the years he stayed with those parents, content with the piano and needing nothing else, until he steadily got better, his temperment calmer, his rage stilled, his sorrow bated. But not vanished by any means; his parents knew this, and tried to get him to go to counseling, hoping that it would help him get rid of his negative memories and his hold on those memories for good.
But Damon wasn't ready. He packed up what little he had, took his 'allowance' of an insanely large amount, and left, walking right out of the front door without trying to hide it. He's lived on his own since he was nineteen, working odd jobs, rejoining high school and finishing his education before moving on to a few short terms at a Junior College. And, by some miracle, the college he attends now accepted his half-hearted application, where he promptly moved closer to and began attending. After that, we all know what happened.

Car:
He drives a restored Ford Shelby Mustang, GT. He bought it not too long after his first term in the most recent college he attended; which happened to be the next best thing to an Ivy League. He invested a lot of money in this car; he restored it himself, buying new pieces for nearly everything and then doing the paintjob with nearly no help at all. A couple of friends helped him with that part, but Damon himself paid for every inch of it.

Main pet:
He owns a male Doberman Pinscher of the typical coat color, though one eye is a slightly lighter shade of brown than the other one. This dog is his one and only companion except for the other detectives.

Occupation:
No; his only career/job is his detective work, which he has poured himself into ever since he was recruited. Even though not much is assigned to him, he finds himself at the office much longer after the doors have closed, studying anything possible.

Description of House:
He lives on Road Five, house Forty-one in Wolf Valley. On the outside, nothing much appears to be special or remarkable about the house...but the inside is a completely different story. You'll see in the pictures that will be below. ^.^

Likes:
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Damon absolutely adores playing the piano, and will do so hours on end without a single pause. And because of his somewhat-remarkable skill, the tones and melodies that he conjures match perfectly to create an actual emotion in their depths. It's a haunting, and yet emotionally satisfactory, thing to hear.

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Damon is a huge fan of all things Italian Cuisine. He will eat anything that claims to be a part of the culture, and will enjoy every little bit of flavor that he tastes. As a result of this, his above-all favorite restaurant is Olive Garden, really the only hardcore Italian Restaurant in the US...that he knows of, anyways.

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Damon loves music of all types, but the ones that inspire and motivate him the most are the works of bands such as Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, RED, Three Days Grace, etc. Despite his love for the delicate piano sound, his favorite things to listen to are the riffs of electric guitar and blood-pounding bass of the guitar and drum intermingling. In certain bands, the vocals are simply an amazing complement to the sound.

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The only movies that Damon will watch are ones that have a mix of everything; humor, action, drama, romance, the works. It all must be included for him to be interested; he's not a fan of just one genre, he enjoys them all put together.

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Damon is deeply connected with his dog, Tikaani. He and Tikaani start when Damon was only eighteen and when Tikaani was born. Since that moment, the two have been literally insperable, one always accompanying the other no matter where they're going.

Dislikes:
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Damon isn't really a fan of straight-up horror flicks. Thrillers and suspenseful cinemas are okay, but the mindless bloody gore of some movies just disgust him, and definitely don't intrigue his interest.

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Mexican food. Damon hates that cuisine with a passion; he has no particular reason for this except for all of the bad experiences with food poisening he's had in the past. At certain times he'll crave the flavor, but won't even go near the stuff then.

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Damon hates out of tune pianos, or instruments that are out of tune in general. He's a perfectionist in that way, and loathes the grating sound it creates when an in-tune instrument plays with one that's not. It's the equivalent of fingernails on a chalkboard for him.

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Damon really doesn't like nosy or boisterous people. If they have no good reason to know what they're asking him, he won't tell them, not if it's something relatively personal. And he'll be irritated about it, too; it won't just be a simple 'no', it'll be like an essay with many reasons why it's a 'no'.

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He hates---absolutely hates---oldies and country music. With a passion you cannot fathom. Ever. He doesn't even like to talk about the stuff; it's insulting to his ears.

Fears:
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One of his greatest fears is becoming separated from Tikaani in any way shape or form. The Doberman literally is his only true friend and companion; without him, Damon wouldn't be the same at all, in any way. Tikaani is the main part of his life.

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Another fear of his that is actually quite odd? Disrespecting a girl of any kind. He's deathly afraid of saying the wrong word to a girl or looking at her in the wrong way, in case she becomes insulted. He doesn't want anyone to be angry with him, particularly not a girl. But with the guys, he'll say anything that's on his mind. It's an odd way in which his mind works.

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Other:
Rules. 8D
Home Description: (Here, you may put as many pictures of your house and the surrounding area as you want! ^.^;)


Name: (Animals usually only need one name. ;D But some animals have official names, and then ones that the owner calls them by, purely for convenience.)

Age: (The person basically only found their main pet recently, so it'll most likely be up to three years old. Anything more than that and it's somewhat unbelievable.)

Gender:

Personality:
(Is your animal cold to other humans and animals, or do they like meeting someone new? Has this caused any issues in the past? Why? Are they introverted and shy, or extroverted and outgoing, and does this affect anything in terms of people? What does the animal think of wearing a harness and leash, and do they like car rides, or not?)

Species: (Remember the rules! Don't go completely overboard with this; it's possible for a human to train a wolf, although very rarely. But will humans realistically be walking around with panthers and lions when they don't even exist around that habitat? No, I don't think so. Think about that, will you?)

Appearance:
(What does the cat look like? You can either offer a picture or a description, although put it in link format and make the title something like 'face' or 'body picture' so that it doesn't take up the whole page; important! ;D Also, putting a growth cycle goes a long way....!)

Likes:
(5+; describe in paragraph format. How does one like affect another?)

Dislikes:
(5+; describe in paragraph format. How does one dislike affect another?)

Fears:
(5+; describe in paragraph format. How does one fear affect another?)

Personal Favourite Sleeping Space/Designated Sleeping Space:
(Does your animal sleep anywhere special, or just in any old place? Why? What does this place look like, or even feel like?)

Colour of Harness/Leash for Walking Around:
(Does your animal wear a collar normally, or do they just wear a harness and leash when they're outside or going somewhere with the human? What colour is this, and does it have any particular features on it, like a tag or such?)

Other:

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((Have I been accepted? Sorry, I'm kinda impatient.))

[Starkit12]

((Have I been accepted? Sorry, I'm kinda impatient.))

((Yes, of course! Your form is great! Sorry I thought you were going to finish your cat's form. But go ahead and start if you like! ^^))

{{Bookmarking! I'll edit this with my form later on when I have time. Excellent detail in the forms, excellent plot, overall awesome! ^.^}}

((Take your time, Amber and I spent a lot of time working on our forms. Thanks! We worked hard on trying to make something a little bit differet.))

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Tamika looked worriedly over her herd, counting them. Then she stopped. Where were Rashel, Sunlit and Megan? The three mares were always with the herd, and Rashel was the herd leader! Worriedly she looked again, hoping that she had been mistaken. When she didn't see them, she got on Cookie - she had ridden him over - and began to round them up to take them to her home in Melon Bay. There was no way that she would leave her vulnerable herd out here, not after the three mares that had gone missing today or the horses that had been going missing in the past week. The three missing mares brought the total up to thirteen missing horses, and just since last week! This is mad! How can I have lost so many horses? Rashel always kept the herd together, and no horse has ever gone missing before! Tami shook her head, but continued rounding the horses up. When they were ready, she herded them all towards her home.

It had taken her over an hour, but finally her horses were in a paddock in Melon Bay. "TAMIKA! TAMIKA!" A women was screaming, and Tami looked over towards the barn. She groaned, it was that annoying Mary who kept one of her horses here. The raven haired lady walked over to her, fuming. "MY HORSE HAS DISAPPEARED!" She shouted, and Tamika groaned.
"Thirteen of my own horses have disappeared, Mary. I'm trying to get to the bottom of it." Tami tried to explain, but Mary wouldn't have any of it.
"FIND MY HORSE NOW, OR REPLACE IT WITH ONE OF YOUR OWN!" Mary shouted at her before storming away. Again, Tami groaned before taking Cookie into the stable and untacking him. She took a quick look at Mary's stall, and laughed quietly to herself. The horse was still there, and Mary was, once again, trying to get one of Tamika's purebred expert competition horses.

A few minutes later she could be found in her study, calling all of the horse owners that kept their horses in her barn. "Hello, Tamika Brown here. I'm sorry to say but there has been some horse theft at one of my other properties, and thirteen of my horses have been stolen. I recommend that you come and collect your horses today so that you won't lose them." After the nine owners had been phoned, including Mary, and they had all agreed to come and collect their horses, Tami went to sort all of the horses out. Within an hour the first owner turned up, and then they all came. Sadly Tami watched them go, until one horse was left. Mary's. Tamika took her four horses that she kept in stalls and let them out with the rest of the herd, and Lucy twisted herself arount Tami's ankles, purring.

Grumbling, Tami climbed into her truck and headed over to see Joyce Swimmers and see whether she had any idea about the missing horses. Lucy curled up on the passenger seat, and Tami couldn't help but brighten slightly. She managed to get there in time, just before Joyce left on a hack with one of the riders. "JOYCE!" Tamika called, climbing out of her truck, fast.