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Who: Nathan Branwalder, Finn MicGill (open to anyone else who may be around, showing up, whatever)
What: Big brother comes to help
Where: Stapleford Abbotts, home of the Holden kids + Finn + Kitties
When: Early evening (5-ish), Sunday, 20th July
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open;Incomplete
A deep red '69 Fastback pulled up the driveway through the trees which largely shielded the property from the road a half mile back. It'd been close to a year since Nate had made the trek down here, usually keeping up north himself and seeing hid younger siblings at their parents' house. The night before, though, Ford had called him and told him Fred was missing. Nate must have growled into the phone for a good five minutes before realising he'd snapped it in his hand. Once a new phone was found he'd controlled himself and gotten information. It had been right before sunset, something he assumed was done on purpose so he could work out most of his fury, which was generally how his worry liked to masquerade. Once he'd woken up Nate had hopped into his car and headed down to Essex, breaking more than a few speed limits on the way.
Out from the car came a towering man. Six-foot-two and very possibly made of muscle. Somehow the red trilby and the loud, red printed shirt looked at home on Nate's frame. He looked more criminal or thug than anything else. Listening carefully, he was sure there was no one outside so he went to the door and rang the bell, wondering if any of them were even home at the moment. Ford knew he was going to be here, though possibly was expecting him closer to sunset. Eventually someone would show up, though.
What: Big brother comes to help
Where: Stapleford Abbotts, home of the Holden kids + Finn + Kitties
When: Early evening (5-ish), Sunday, 20th July
Rating: PG-13
Status: Open;Incomplete
A deep red '69 Fastback pulled up the driveway through the trees which largely shielded the property from the road a half mile back. It'd been close to a year since Nate had made the trek down here, usually keeping up north himself and seeing hid younger siblings at their parents' house. The night before, though, Ford had called him and told him Fred was missing. Nate must have growled into the phone for a good five minutes before realising he'd snapped it in his hand. Once a new phone was found he'd controlled himself and gotten information. It had been right before sunset, something he assumed was done on purpose so he could work out most of his fury, which was generally how his worry liked to masquerade. Once he'd woken up Nate had hopped into his car and headed down to Essex, breaking more than a few speed limits on the way.
Out from the car came a towering man. Six-foot-two and very possibly made of muscle. Somehow the red trilby and the loud, red printed shirt looked at home on Nate's frame. He looked more criminal or thug than anything else. Listening carefully, he was sure there was no one outside so he went to the door and rang the bell, wondering if any of them were even home at the moment. Ford knew he was going to be here, though possibly was expecting him closer to sunset. Eventually someone would show up, though.