The Geranji Ships

Jiasino #5: Closeted

It has been 3 weeks now.
Looking down at the psych profile i created of him so far was not putting him in my good books.
At all

Carl Hueffer, son of Jonathan Hueffer, was a haunting mirror of his father. Cocky,arrogant and is not afraid to throw money at everything. His idiotic attitude of money can solve anything is clearly not only delusional but also puts him in a standing where all I have to do is hack into his beloved papa's account and delete those cards.

Now he was in an intense match of horseback racing with his two resident croonies; Alexander Mathews and George Ronalds. His horse name was Percy and it was of the Arabian breed. Won him through a bet with a national Equastrain over a game of black jack when he was 16.
You could tell how smooth he was already.

Now, all I needed was a way to get his trust.
I walked over to the medical station seated at the base of the derby and sneaked my way over to the back. It was lunch time so only one lady (A loyal Casino fangirl obviously) remained.
This was going to be easy.

Slowly from the back I approached her and knocked her out with a M99. Simple.
Unfortunately, Percy had.. HAD to get hurt during their third race; somewhere i can enter.

Approaching Percy, I proceeded to stroke his mane but my arm was stopped midway by Carl.

His touch.. it was electrifying.

I turned around to question him but i didnt need to do so.

"Who do you think you are to touch Percy?" He cut abruptly.

"I have private doctors for him, Mark is about to come in 2 minutes."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes and pivoted my body to face him and replied,

"Firstly, I am a certified Veterinarian. Secondly, Percy's wound is infected and will be unable to run anymore if this infection spreads amy further. 2 minutes is more than enough time."

Carl's expression remain unchanged.

The memory of the first time they met hit R.J's mind like a sledgehammer.
How he was so skeptical of her being a 'professional vet' and her being not afraid to bet him Percy.

Jailer had suprisingly returned to Geranji, good as new (except for a bandage on his ankle) and had anger written all over his face.

His early arrival was definitely not because the animals missed and prayed for him. He looked prepared for a cold blooded murder.

Animals in the class were stiff, especially Syphillis and her clique. Then she saw how Carl's eyes locked deep into hers. She didnt gulp. She didnt shiver.
But yet she was... scared.

With his eyes staring down on her, he moved towards Jailer's right ear and was whispering something. His eyes immidiately darted towards R.J, where she returned his glare with a glowering intensity.

However, once Carl was done whispering into his ears, his eyes locked over at...

Vanilla

<3<3<3

"R.J?Earth to R.J!?"

Catalona's melodic voice rung in R.J's ears as she snapped out of her thoughts.

Why was he after Vanilla?

He knows the worst way to hurt me is to hurt the ones i love...

I cannot let this go on!

R.J stood up immediately, crashing the chair behind her.

Catalona let a small shriek in surprise as she mumbled, "R.J.. we need to work on our project dear."