Wild Rose Ranch RP

Olivia
She looked up and glanced around at everyone gathered there. Her eyes saw a girl with hands shaking on her suitcase. Not wanting to be considered rude, Olivia looked away. She wanted to help, but what could she do? She was too shy to approach the fellow teen - her stomach clenched at just the thought. And besides, she had no comforting words. She had no idea what was going to happen here.

Ivy Greene
Ivy felt like everyone was staring at her, but she couldn't move. Everything seemed frozen. It was torture. Her social worker noticed her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Ivy, honey? You okay?" As she did Ivy flinched. Suddenly she was pulled back into the present. "I-I'm...fine," she whispered.

Storm
as the people started getting out of cars, she stood up and stepped lightly off the porch. "Howdy" she said to them as she made her way through figuring out who was who. She nodded at the cops and they clasped hands, exchanging jokes for old times sake. "You can bring him out, he ain't got no where to run." She told them before turning her attention back to the others. She noted one girl shaking slightly and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. "howdy. I'm Storm. And what might your name be?" She said with an easy smile.

Billy
He watched as the cops got out and went to greet the lady. by the way they clasped hands and laughed, it was obvious they went way back. He looked at the terrium that held his albino boa, Blanca, and the carrier holding his cat Inola. He nervously petted Inola through the cage door. The cops came back and opened his door, motioning him out. "Come on, grab your cat, we'll take the rest" the older of the two, Murray, said. He looked around at the other kids as he stood with Inola's crate.

Ivy Greene
Ivy attempted not to flinch. It took her several seconds to gather the courage to talk. Finally she managed in a whisper, "Ivy..." Mentally, she winced. Her first five minutes and already the panic was overwhelming. 

Marceline
 The teen perked up when they pulled into the driveway. The dust from the dirt road covered the windshield in a fine tan coating. Marce rolled down her window and poked her head out. Several other people were already here. Where, exactly, is 'here'?, she asked herself. As if on cue, her social worker eased the car to a stop and turned to face her.
 "This is Wild Rose Ranch," the lady explained, unlocking the doors. "It'll teach you valuable life lessons. You should be here for a while."
 "Life lessons. Exactly what I need," the girl responded sarcastically, opening her door and stepping out. I know more about life than any of these adults do. I've had to survive on the streets alone and provide for myself. All they do is try to tell me that stealing is wrong and that they're always right. What was I suppose to do, starve?
 Her thoughts were interrupted when her social worker strode up to a person who looked to be the owner of the ranch.
 "Hello, my name is Mrs. Carol Rockman. I'm here with-", she adjusted her glasses before continuing, "-Marceline Jackson."

Last edited on 2018-01-09 at 14:18:45 by Raptor

Landyn Cawdwell

Landyn sat hunched in the seat, chewing on his lip after having withdraws from not smoking in so long. He cursed himself under his breathe for getting caught fighting once again. He had almost gotten away with it if that stupid kid hadn't recorded the whole thing. He cursed again, this time for the boy who essentially ratted him out. Landyn huffed, not really knowing where they were headed. Jenny, his social worker said something about a ranch for kids like him to figure their crap out and fix themselves. The only problem was, Landyn wasn't exactly paying attention to her when she told him all about it. "You need to stop saying those awful words," Jenny's voice broke the silence as she stared him in the eye through the rear view mirror. Landyn huffed before turning and put his head on the window, watching the scenery pass away just as it arrived. "Yes, ma'am," he grumbled under his breathe halfheartedly. The car came to a slow, screeching halt but Landyn didn't move. He was dreading coming to this place, knowing there was no way he would change after staying at some stupid ranch in the middle of nowhere. At one point before his departure from the foster home, he planned out an escape from this place. He later burned the scrap of paper, but still remembered his writing as if he had just wrote it. Not that he was going to enact on such a thing right away. No, he knew better than that.

Hazel Haltt
Opening her eyes as the car pulled into a long dusty driveway she scanned her hazel-green eyes around the place as the car moved on. Seeing a lot of cars and police cars she grimaced her muscles tensing and her palms becoming sweaty with nervousness. Tim parked the car looking into the rearview mirror giving a smile “C’mon Haze I’ll carry your bags just get Salsa and his items....” stepping out and grabbing the suitcase and walking to the porch. Setting the bags down he extended a hand in greeting “I’m Timmy Bowling so you must be Miss Storm Ryder is this correct?” Turning his attention back to Hazel he pointed “That’s Hazel or Haze she lets people close to her call her that....” trailing off and then stepping off the porch to go stand beside her. Hazel blinked her Hazel-green eyes giving a sigh picking up the cat carrier and the items that belonged with it. Carrying the cat carrier and standing beside her luggage she looked straight down at the cat carrier not saying a word not wanting all the attention on her.

Storm
"that's a right nice name, Ivy" she said with a gentle smile "welcome to Wild Rose Ranch. it'll just be a bit and i'll get ya settled in". She turned to the Carol, who introduced herself and Marceline. "Welcome Marceline. it'll just be a sec, we're waiting for one or 2 more, and we'll get you settled in" she gave her an easy smile and moved onto Tim, who had Hazel. "you're correct sir, how could you ever guess?" she said with a grin and chuckle. "howdy Hazel. nice to meet you. and who is this handsome cat?" she crouched down to see into the crate better.


Billy
as he stepped out and looked around, Inola's crate in his arms, he noticed how clear and crisp the air was. "funny" he muttered. "Come on bud" the younger cop, McCabe, said as he held the large tank containing the albino boa. "let's go set this snake down somewhere for now. goodness, boy, you gotta put her on a diet, she's HEAVY!"

Marceline
 "Please do not call me that," Marc hissed, eyeing Storm with disdain. "You can call me Marce or Mar or whatever. Not Marceline-", she shot a quick look to Mrs. Rockman, "-or Marcey."
 Before she got herself into what she assumed was going to be even more trouble, the teen averted her gaze from the adults and instead focused on the others of her age. Most of them seemed shy and anxious. Marce huffed under her breath.

River

River's social worker walked up to Storm. "Hello you must be Storm the owner. I'm Ms. Looney and I brought River."she said. River looked up over at them and rolled her eyes and got back in the truck 

Hazel
Looking up quickly with her Hazel-green eyes she looked at Sorm with a small smile as she asked about her cat. “This is Salsa he’s about a year and three months old....um he’s a show bred Maine Coon that I bought....he’s a orange tabby and the males get bigger than the females and so he weighs roughly fourteen pounds and he’s very friendly and talkative....” Holding the crate up to show off Salsa she smiled seeing Salsa blink his hazel-green eyes butting his head against the cage in a purr. “Maine coons are very smart.....he’s harness and leash trained and has a tag on that he wears and brought all the new Carey equipment for him and I.” Blinking down through the openings of the cage she smiled down at Salsa. Salsa seeing the newcomer edged himself to the crate sticking his face and muzzle to the wire cage door sticking out a big paw and touching Storm’s hand with a meow escaping his throat. Giving off a loud purr and blinking at. Storm.

Storm
"Sorry, i'll call you Marce then" she said with an easy grin. She turned to the lady who had come up. "hello Ms. Looney." she looked at the truck. "and hello to you too, River!" she said with another grin "welcome to Wild Rose Ranch!" She scanned the grounds and flipped through a handful of files she held. "Ivy, Hazel, Billy, Olivia, River, Marce... I thought I saw Landyn's social worker" she muttered going through the files. "so i'm waiting for Katie then" she determined before looking up from the files to check the drive.

Billy
he watched as another boy pulled up with a social worker. so at least he wasn't the only boy! he saw his new overseer, Storm he thought he remembered her name being, flipping through files before checking the driveway. "must be waiting for more" he muttered to his cat and shot a friendly grin toward a nervous girl.

Marceline
 Marceline sighed, taking a mental note that Storm was just like the others that she had met in the past: way to friendly, way to enthusiastic, and way to determined that any of this would help her. This'll be just like every other place. All I gotta do is let everyone here know where they stand with me and everything will be fine. I'll stick to the shadows until I end up doing something that they don't like, and then I'll go somewhere else... probably on the streets again, seeing as this is my last chance, she reminded herself. But I'll deal with that later.
 She turned her attention back to Storm as the lady flipped through the small stack of papers that she was holding.

Last edited on 2018-01-10 at 16:09:01 by Raptor

Olivia
More people arrived, and she leaned against the porch post. Storm, the lady running this place, was going around greeting everyone. A few people had their own pets, and Olivia was intrigued by the big boa snake in a tank. She watched it from where she stood, wanting to approach the boy and ask about it. Nobody was talking to anybody else, though, and Olivia didn't want to stand out. Storm appeared to be waiting for more people, and Olivia hoped they would arrive soon. The big dog on the porch was still laying there. Olivia couldn't wait to meet the animals she was going to work with, but she also couldn't wait to find a quiet place by herself. Maybe she could do both at the same time? She wasn't sure what all "working with animals" included, but she hoped it would be enjoyable. She wasn't a criminal -she was just a kid nobody wanted.

Katie
"I thought I told you to keep that damn cat in it's cage."
"'I thought I told you to keep that damn cat in it's cage'" Katie mocked with a sneer. "You've told me a lot of things in the past two hours, James." Katie looked down, scratching between the ears of the long, lanky cat curled up in her lap.
James sighed, looking over his shoulder, steering his police cruiser down the driveway with only a few glances forward, like he'd been here plenty times before. "And have you listened?" He asked, and they both laughed. "Not really. Where are we going again?" James was quiet for a moment, before replying. "You're going to to the Wild Rose Ranch, because it's your-" "Last chance before Juvie." They said together. "Yeah, I know." Katie looked out the window as the turned a corner, coming to park where other cars were, and other teens were already outside. "Wait, there's more people here?" She asked, opening the door with Sunny in her arms, and talking over the top of the car to James, who had also just gotten out. "Yup. Seems we're fashionably late." He replied, walking around the car to join Katie on the other side, and looked over towards a lady  who was already talking to the other people standing around with other cops and social workers. Katie grinned back at James, she wasn't nervous in the slightest, she knew how to suck up adults, and if they'd let her keep Sunny, how bad could they really be?