<div class="floatleft">(http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/TerranMarksTattooscopy_zps4ac9f738.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terran Marks<br/><strong>Species/Element:</strong>Witch, Earth Deity<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Brown cargo pants (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/Men-s-Fashion-Casual-Pants-AMMP70004-_zps5b69c503.jpg), black v neck crew top (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/mans-t-shirts-2_zpsb0b3dcd0.jpg), and  black and white addidas tennis shoes. (http://i1286.photobucket.com/albums/a609/Kremsonbryar/E%20Characters/Angel%20Creek/Terran%20Marks/AdidasBarricadeVMensTennisShoes1_zpsabb23352.jpg)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 1st: 1:00pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Side walk-parking<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Christa, Theo, Open<br/><br/>Terran was grateful that Theo actually used a sports analogy for the item. Christa wouldn't have any idea. He moved out the door with Christa and tossed a hand up at Theo.<strong>"Later, Theo!"</strong>He was only a few steps out the door when Christa broke the news to him that the man who had bought his family estate out from under him before he aquired  his inheritance. He frowned. He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. Why was she just now telling him? He turned and just began walking.<strong> "What ever."</strong>She kept doing this, keeping things from him. He clenched his jaw as he walked. How could she expect him to fully trust her if she kept hiding things from him?<br/><br/>He didn't even want to talk about it right now. He was having a reasonably good day today and he didn't want to ruin it with an argument. It just irritated him that she constantly kept things from him. He didn't know what to do with that. He walked over to her blue car, opened the back door and sat the box of book sin the back seat. He shut the door. Then, he glanced to her. He shook his head,<strong>"hmmm nuh uh."</strong>He shoved his hands in his pockets.<strong>"I don't want to talk. Not right now."</strong>He bit the inside of his lip, looking at her pointedly. She would know the look. He wasn't happy. His silence was usually always worse than when he was loud and raging. At least when he was loud and raging he was expressing himself. When he was silent about it, he was holding it in and it would build and grow and in the end, be much worse.