Hol Horse

[Secretly, Hol Horse was amused with this particular holiday. With all the romance floating around... back home it was the perfect opportunity to use the power of love for his own purposes. Sure he proclaimed to love the other, but the cold hard truth was he never did. ... or was it?

It had been a long day, but Hol had finally got around to looking at the mail. He was curious at the package that was left upon the table for him. His eyes narrowed for a moment, and for one greedy and selfish moment he opened the box in a hurried frenzy. The package remained in his hands, opened and empty. However he doesn't seem to be bothered by this... in fact, it's almost like he paused, remembering something from long ago!]

... She's here, isn't she...?

[Without another thought, Hol sets the box upon the table and heads out to find what he considers to be the perfect gift for the one he suddenly fell in love with.]


A[The fellow seems almost frantic as he's searching through the flower shop... he's looking for the best of the best selection... and as such, he's found himself rather stuck between two picks.]

B[He can be seen in the park... looking almost worried. My, that's unusual for him these days. His life isn't on the line, so what has he got to be worried about?]

...

How's about we just leave the television off and ignore the phone for a while, hm?

[Hol's going to be outside most of the day, trying to find something to do... shovel the sidewalk... have a cigarette, or two. He's not all avoiding the house at all. Nope. Why would you ever think such a thing?]

[So there you go Mayfield.... you have Hol Horse in a mood that he does not quite understand. He's been far too much of a hermit... even to his own "family"! In fact, the fellow goes to work without so much as a word, and comes home... and spends as much time alone as he can.

Is he plotting? Is he upset? One can't really say, no one's really confronted him about it.

So today, one can find him, sitting on the curb of the street in front of his house, smoking a cigarette... feel free to talk to him, or calmly pass on by should you come across the fellow.]

[So, it's late. Hol is debating on one of two things. Going up to the door and ringing the bell to speak face to face... or to simply make a phone call. He can be seen taking a nightly stroll, almost as if with no real destination at hand. When he does pause in his walk, he seems to do so at the home of two particular people. His eyes narrow... feel free to take notice of the guy if you're up at this hour.]

[Hol can be seen outside his house, pretending that nothing it happening at all. In fact, the man is casually smoking a cigarette. While it may appear he's as calm as ever, he's in fact quite terrified. He's not about to go back inside, at least not until he's got company.]

[Hol Horse has been sitting in the kitchen for most of the day. He's been pondering on calling for help. Not knowing if that would be a good idea or not. Now and again he'd pick it up to dial a number, pause, and hang it up. A finger tapped upon the table in annoyance. Okay, you know what? Screw it! This fellow's going out for a walk. He needs cigarettes anyway... and booze. Definitely the booze.]

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[Audio]

[Hol clears his throat and does his best to sound confident as he can manage..]

I need to speak with one of the uh... hospital staff members as soon as possible, even though there's like what? ... Three of you, four? I have something that needs tending to.

Oh, and ... Miss Washu, I shall be tending to chores within the hospital. Just checking in.

[A bit of static, and the communication is cut off.]

[Video]

[The feed fixes itself onto the floor for a moment, readjusts and loses focus. The screen is then fixed onto a young passed out girl. She seems to have rather long hair... as the screen draws closer to to the body, one can easily see she's covered in scrapes and bruises. There's a voice just off-screen...]

Oh?... hello? What do we have here?

[The voice is curious, and it's obvious that whoever it is, happens to be bending down to observe the youth.]

Huh. How'd you end up like this?



[There's a long moment of hesitation, as the feed remains locked on the girl... and finally it's clear that one Hol Horse has picked her up as gently as he can manage.]

We should find you some help.

[He turned around and went to search about the rooms for anyone who could assist them.]