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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 15, 2010 18:37:04 GMT -5
Have you ever felt like you didn't understand yourself? Have you ever struggled with your feelings so much that you didn't even know who you were anymore? How about the feeling that your alone when your surrounded by tons of people? Alaya Johston was feeling all of these feelings all at once while she paced outside the door to Willow Brooke Stables. Since coming here she had lost hold of any self control she had managed to cling on to in the past year since her father died. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with herself, she wasn't even sure what she was feeling half of the time.
She stopped pacing in front of the door and took a step inside. She stood there, just a foot from the opening, not sure if she could handle this. The barn was where most of her memories were, most of them that haunted her. She hadn't touched a horse since she left Maine and she wasn't sure she could handle the rush of memories it was going to bring back. She heard her father's voice in the back of her mind, "Don't let me get in the way of your dreams". It was the last thing that she could remember him saying to her. He wanted her to follow her equine dreams but she wasn't even sure if she wanted to do it. She took a deep breath, fighting tears from the thoughts of her father, and stepped forward.
She knew the name of the horse she was to work with, she knew the scoop on him, but she had yet to see him. She walked forward and looked around her at all of the furry heads that poked out. She looked at the name plates until she found her assigned horse, Ghost Rider. Slowly she lifted her eyes from the name plate and into the stall. In the stall stood a gorgeous horse. She stared at him for a minute before walking up to the stall door. She called to him lightly but only got a snort in return. Carefully she leaned on the stall door and watched the gelding. His blue eyes watched her every move and made her feel awkward and uncomfortable. She lifted a shaking hand and moved it towards him slowly. He turned his head, uninterested. "C'mon boy, don't be so stubborn" She said in a quiet voice.
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MUSIC . I wish you would - Train. LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade. NOTES . open to anyone's interpretation CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 21, 2010 13:52:13 GMT -5
Bruce Almighty, that was the name he had been told to look for when he first entered the stables. With a little bit of cooperation from his parents and his background, the school had decided to assign him to this horse. When he first arrived here, he wasn’t happy with the way everybody treated it, everything was all about the horses. These kids should be correcting their lives, not focusing their attention on horses and just getting rid of their past. He didn’t quite understand why he had gotten assigned to Bruce, although, his history and the horse’s was somewhat similar. Bruce had come from a family of neglect. The past owners hadn’t touched their horses in twenty years, so when Bruce came along, it was no wonder that he was nearly wild. They tried to sell him, but had to break him first. They had to make him obey, so they did. They must have done a fairly good job if the school was willing to assign Bruce to him. The riding instructors cooed about how handsome the strong, young horse was. It seemed like everybody thought he was a mighty horse.
Charlie wasn’t one to get off his feet and look forward to something like this. He rather be in his room playing with a lighter, which the school had tried to confiscate on his arrival, but it was required. Everybody told him that Bruce needed a lot of attention, he had been neglected most of his life except for when he had been broken to ride. Afterward he had been neglected again, left out in a pasture to graze and impregnate any mare that would come along. A stallion, how could he handle a stallion? He had a feeling this horse would be wild, Charlie would probably be thrown off his back a few times before he was finally able to ride him. Charlie had never been around a horse, so he wasn’t sure what to expect.
Walking through the stable doors, he seemed bored. As soon as he saw the massive, powerful creatures though, it all changed. He had never been around horses, they were huge. They all towered over their stall doors, he was supposed to get on one of these and ride them? Hell no, he’d feed it and that would be all, there was no way in hell he would ever be able to ride one of these creatures. He felt his hand start to shake and instantly shoved them into his pockets. He needed to stay calm. Just relax as he looked at the name plates. Bruce Almighty. That’s what he was looking for. He turned corners and walked around the stalls not knowing which way to go, there were so many horses kept in this huge stable. Finally he found a bright clean, new name plate. It read clearly in bold letters, Bruce Almighty. He looked into the stall to find a huge horse. It was a nice light brown, with a hint of red. He wasn’t quite sure what color it would be called, he knew horses had their own colors. The horse snorted and immediately Charlie took a step back. What was he supposed to do with this? He was scared, scared of something so giant. He didn’t want to touch it, and although he wasn’t somebody to call for help, he knew he needed to. He stood in the middle of the isle and in a voice audible to anybody in the stable, trying to sound strong, and not scared, he called out ”Hey, can anybody help me? What am I supposed to do?” He felt like an idiot for saying it, but he knew he couldn’t do anything by himself with this huge beast. Maybe somebody could help him out.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 21, 2010 17:09:20 GMT -5
Alaya had given up on the gelding that wanted nothing to do with her. She wasn't about to go in the stall and test him. She knew absolutely nothing about this horse, all she knew was that he was treated horribly and wasn't fond of many people. She sighed, nearly in tears now, and slid down the stall door into a sitting position on the floor. She was a failure. Or at least, that's how felt. She couldn't do this, she didn't know what to do with this horse and this is what she was born and raised to do. What kind of daughter was she?
She put her head in her hands and wanted to scream. The depression that began creeping it's way in wasn't pleasant. She lifted her head slightly and stared at the long, rigid, dark scars staring back at her angrily. She wanted to tear at her skin to make them go away, to make herself feel better. As she was reaching her hand towards the ugly scars, someone's voice rang out loud through the whole barn. "Hey, can anybody help me? What am I supposed to do?" Alaya jumped and let out a small scream in fright. She thought she was the only one in the barn.
Scrambling to her feet she stood next to Ghost Rider, who was only now looking at her. For a moment she was lost in the icy blue of his eyes. They almost scared her with the emotion built up behind them, he looked almost angry. Snapping out of her little fit she turned to her right, guessing that was where the voice came from. Her father's voice rang in her head again, respect those around you and treat others how you want to be treated. If she needed help, wouldn't she want someone to help her and not just ignore her?
Her legs felt like led as she walked cautiously towards the voice. Rounding a corner she saw the source. A boy, young man more like it, was standing in the center of the aisle waiting for someone. "Uhm, what do you need help with?" She asked in a small voice. She wasn't much for small talk when there wasn't anything to talk about. To be honest, she would rather be out of the barn, away from the memories. At a time like this she wanted to be in the woods, away from people and away from the world she learned to despise.
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MUSIC . Sideways - Citizen Cope. LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade. NOTES . open to anyone's interpretation CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 21, 2010 18:03:33 GMT -5
After he said it, he realized how stupid it was. Nobody would come in and help him, he’d be surprised if there was anybody in this deserted place anyway. He didn’t understand why some people seemed to enjoy this place so much. A bunch of big, scary creatures. He couldn’t stand staying here forever, and the horses made him want to get out of this place even more so than before. He wondered if other people were scared of horses, or if he was just overreacting. He was probably just over reacting, but to him it seemed like these kinds of creatures could easily kill somebody if they wanted to. He was scared of it, even though he wasn’t going to admit it to anybody besides himself.
Instead he just looked lost and confused like a small puppy dog. He stood in the middle, just staring at the giant beast he was supposed to bond with. How the hell was fear supposed to solve his problems in life? He was already fucked up enough, he didn’t need to be forced to do something he didn’t want to do. He was scared of it, and he was supposed to bond with it? It really didn’t make any sense of him. He stood in the isle feeling like punching something out of frustration until he heard a voice.
The voice sounded feminine, but to make sure, Charlie turned around to check the voice. It was a girl, an attractive girl. She was a good half a foot shorter than him though. He gave her a cocky smile, feeling like a retard for having a girl help him with this, but she would probably be better with horses and know what to do with them than him, who had never been around a horse in his life. Although, he wished a teacher had popped around the corner for him to ask for help rather than a peer, it made him feel stupid. He just stood there smiling at her for a while with his arm stretched behind his head as he rubbed the back of his neck.
”Uh.. haha, well you see, I just really don’t know how to deal with this whole horse thing, am I supposed to get in there with it or what?” He made sure to leave out the part that he was scared of the horse. He didn’t want to look like a chicken, so he just omitted that part and made him seem clueless instead. He rather look like he didn’t know how to be around horses, since he hadn’t ever been around them before than look like a chicken being to scared to even touch the giant monster. He took a few steps towards the young lady as he smiled at her and dropped his arm to his side. ”I haven’t ever been around horses before. It’s kind of overwhelming here.” He smiled at her, trying to come off sweet instead of the bitter man he was just a few seconds before he arrival.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 22, 2010 13:02:27 GMT -5
Alaya was extremely uncomfortable with this situation. She wasn't good with other people when she wasn't with it in her mind. She shuffled her feet a bit but kept walking towards the man standing before her. The laughter that came from his mouth was a nervous one, that much she could tell. Knowing that he wasn't exactly in his element made Alaya feel even more awkward. "Overwhelming is a good word for it" She muttered almost under her breath. She looked towards the stall that he was positioned in front of. Inside stood an arabian, a very proud looking arabian.
"I wouldn't suggest going in the stall until you know how he's going to react to you" She said in a small voice. She didn't want to sound like a teacher but it was the first and foremost important thing. You would never want to put yourself in a small confined space with an animal as powerful as a horse until you know him. "I'd start with just getting his attention, let him smell your hand."
She slowly moved forwards towards the horses stall. She kept a sideways look at the person behind her, it was a paranoia thing. The closer she got to the stall the more unnerved she became. Her hands were shaking uncomfortably again. She twisted them in front of her, trying not to let it show. "Like this" She said, a slight quiver in her voice as she spoke. She reached her hand out to the mighty arabian. He was at least showing interest. He jutted his nose out and pushed on her hand. He wasn't half as stand offish as Ghost Rider.
She found a smile slowly finding it's way to her lips. The memories it brought back were wonderful. She remembered how she has longed to be around them again since her father's death and now was her chance. This thought caused the shaking to become uncontrollable. She snatched her hand back and crossed her arms, trying to hide the discomfort in this. "It's not that hard" She said with a shrug "This is a nice little horse it seems, just let him get to know you."
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MUSIC . Tonight - FM Static. LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade. NOTES . blek CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 22, 2010 19:20:53 GMT -5
Charlie looked at the young brunette for a while; she seemed to have some experience with horses. More than him at least, which means she’s read a book or two about them. She knew something though, while Charlie stood there just staring at the giant that had been cooped up in a stall. He was probably desperate for exercise. Charlie didn’t want to know what he would do if he got out of his stall, he’d probably buck and wreck havoc all over the stables, which could in turn get Charlie kicked out. Right now though, he wasn’t willing to risk his life for something like that. He needed to listen to the girl, he had called her over for help hadn’t he. Charlie watched as the girl stuck her hand into the stall and the stallion walked over to sniff it.
”He won’t like bite me or anything like that will he?” He questioned. Charlie was honestly scared shitless by this beast. He was pretty sure the horse would take him in a fight, and it would kill him, and then eat him. He saw her had quiver and thought nothing of it for the moment. He wasn’t a guy to pry into other people’s business, or not usually at least. This horse was frustrating him though. He took two giant steps toward the gate, the only separation between him and the giant. ”It’s ok..” he cooed, trying to get the giant to not hate him or bite him.
Charlie really didn’t want to retaliate to a bite and smash through a wall with a beautiful young lady standing right there to witness the whole episode. He much rather just try to stay calm and allow the creature to be calm as well. If he didn’t bite, Charles wouldn’t bite at him either. Bruce came to his hand and sniffed it a bit, Charlie wasn’t sure what to do next so he patted the horse’s noise that responded with a snort and pulled back his nose while circling in his stall. Charlie quickly drew back his hand and took a step back from the giant. ”Uh.. yeah..” He spoke to the girl now, now really knowing what to say to her. He had kind of just made a fool of himself in front of her. ”Thank you for your help.. I’m Charlie by the way.” He was trying to get rid of any risk of complete embarrassment by changing the subject.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 22, 2010 20:42:35 GMT -5
She almost laughed at his question but she resisted. It was blatantly obvious that he was not used to horses. "He won't bite unless you give him a reason to bite you" She snapped her mouth shut after that answer, afraid that she was dictating him. She could tell that he was scared by the reaction to the arabian snorting when his nose was touched. It scared him, a lot. "You moved to quickly" She noted, more to herself than to him. She brought her gaze up to the man whose name she did not know. She looked up quick enough to see him snatch his hand and take a big step backwards. "Most horses don't enjoy being touched on the face when they first meet someone" She commented "It would be like me rubbing my hand on your face right now. Weird" She shut her mouth so quick she was almost certain that he heard her teeth hit. She regretted that last bit before she had even finished. Now he really thought that she was a freak.
She dropped her gaze when he looked at her. She studied her boots like they were the coolest things she had ever seen in her life, simply just to keep attention off of herself. She was having what her therapist called 'off days'. They where when her depression was at it's worst and she was most at risk during these periods of time. Ofcourse, she already knew that. At the thought of the therapist she stared at her arm. She turned it ever so slightly to stare at the ugly marks that ran in different patterns at different angles from her wrist to her elbow. Her face momentarily distorted in discomfort and terror as she looked at them.
”Thank you for your help.. I’m Charlie by the way.” Alaya had gotten lost in thought and snapped her head back into the game when she heard the man speak. Charles. She turned the name around in her mind, it wasn't a name she had heard of much, but then again she had lived in Maine for much of her life and the most common name for a male was John but it seemed like everyone called each other "bub". Charles seemed to sophisticated for the area that she had grown up in. "Not a problem" She managed to produce "I'm Alaya"
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MUSIC . Tongue Tied - Faber Drive
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 22, 2010 21:02:21 GMT -5
Charlie smiled at the nice girl as she produced a name for her to work with. ”Alaya, it is quite pleasant to meet you.” he wasn’t sure how people acted here, but found his best option would be to be polite. At least that way he wouldn’t come off rude. Just like every town, he expected rumors here would fly fast and soon she would know him out to be the anger driven man he was. He was going to try to keep cool here, maybe. That’s if people didn’t piss him off right off the bat. Then he could possibly manage to keep cool. He wasn’t sure if keeping it cool was the quickest way out or pissing somebody in charge off so much they wanted nothing to do with him was the quickest way. For surely he would discover the quickest way out, and when he did, he would take it.
He wasn’t nearly as interested in the horse as he had become in Alaya now. She seemed kind enough and quite a looker as well. Charles wasn’t somebody to hit on two girls at once, and he had already set his goals to getting Grace, but Grace was gone. Sure he had volunteered his time to help find her, but what if he couldn’t? Then he needed to be prepared to move on and find somebody new to flirt and hang out with. Willow Brooke had shown itself to be way to boring to hang out by himself. He had only been here for a few weeks, and this was his first encounter with a horse, but he could tell the place had nothing to do. It revolved around the giant beasts that scared the living shit out of him.
As she moved her arm he could see scars, she cut. He couldn’t judge her tough, he done the same. He mostly burned himself, he was much more interested in fire than in scars, but he did cut when he couldn’t find a lighter. He wondered how open she was, or how closed in she was. Some people here poured their minds onto you, while others hardly ever talked. Charlie didn’t want to make a wrong move by asking her a question, so he simply moved his arms around, shifting them in a natural position that still showed all his scars along his arms. The best thing when your depressed sometimes is to know you’re not alone.
He looked at the girl, she seemed like somebody to be closed off, but she had also come over here to help him. Maybe she just needed to talk? ”What got sent you here?” He asked, he decided it was a generic question, the answer could be basic. The question could be ignored, or she could pour all her feelings out on him. It was her choice, but he just felt like the polite thing to do would be small talk with the young lady.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 23, 2010 2:13:34 GMT -5
The first thing someone would notice about Alaya when she was in her depressive state was that she was a bit standoffish. She wasn't easy to get to, she closed in on herself and it was hard to pry through that. She would give a gist, keeping things as short and sweet as possible, but she felt like if she talked about the things that made her depressed while she was depressed it would just escalate and she knew what happened when she got to that point. She thought he was being to polite, it struck her as almost a forced politeness but she replied evenly anyway. "It's nice to meet you too" She saw him glance at her arm and her face burnt with embarrassment. She wasn't the kind of person who would flaunt it in an attempt to gain attention.
The first thing she noticed about Charles was the way that he moved his arms around. They clearly showed the marks on his arms. They weren't quite like hers but there was more of them. Her arm looked almost deformed with the scars on them. Most of her scars were hypertrophic scars which meant that extra scar tissue had grown and created a raised scar that left them very prominent. She found herself drawn to his scars. His scars seemed ugly and mean while to herself her own scars seemed to mock her every time she saw them or touched them.
She remembered the first thing that had come out of her mothers mouth when she woke up in the hospital after her suicide attempt, What would your father think about this Alaya? Her mother was hurt that she had tried to end her life and she had apologized for saying it but those words haunted her every day. What would he think? She knew her mind wasn't right but she also knew that she wasn't helping herself by not getting help for it. She let her emotions run her and she let her past control her present and now it was possibly affecting her future.
There was a short awkward kind of silence between the two in the stable. The only sound was that of equine shuffling but to Alaya it was comforting. All of that comfort broke when he asked a small simple question. What was she here? She had to think about it. What exactly had gotten her here? "My past" She answered bluntly. She didn't mean to sound rude and it read across her face that she was reluctant but the last thing she wanted him asking was something about her past. "My uh, my anger pushed my mom over the edge. And paired with my depression and well then there was this" She raised her arm fully, putting all of those ugly scars right out in the open.
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MUSIC . Searchlights - Falling Up
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 23, 2010 2:35:12 GMT -5
Charles smiled at her reply. Anger, rage, control, anything that related to him, he was happy to hear. At least he would know he wasn’t a freak. That’s all he needed to know right now, that he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t the only one that couldn’t control his anger, and it turned out so badly that he ended up here. She raised her scars and he watched them. Scanning his eyes carefully over every scar, she had a lot. Hers were cleaner though, his scars were raw and messy. Hers were all clean lines, not circles by places of burns. Her’s had more to them though, they were deeper. She had scars on top of scars, and that was what scared Charlie. She didn’t stop when she had no more clean skin left to cut at, she just grew up her scars. Giving them more depth. If her scars were anything like his, each scar had a meaning behind it. There was a reason why it was put there.
He then deemed it necessary to show her the full extent of his scars. He turned his arms around to where the inside was facing out and showed that went all the way to his elbows. His arms were discolored after being burned so many times, and there were still some places that hadn’t healed. His cuts were all very straight, all going in the same direction. He looked like an organized cutter, but a cutter none the less. His arms still looked messier though, the discoloration had to have something to do with it. ”This is just half the reason I got sent here. I got sent here cause I got fucking tired of my parents treating me like shit. I assaulted my sister, burned down my room, and showed my teacher who’s top dog.” He looked up at her to meet her eyes after he shared his story. That was his story, he got sent here, because they didn’t like who he was.
He looked back up at her. Giving her a flirtatious smile. ”They say I have anger management issues. I say if they stopped acting so fucking stupid there wouldn’t be a problem.” He grinned at her and let his arms fall to his side to rest again. He might as well pick up a conversation with this girl and show her how he really was. He wasn’t nice, not usually anyway. He didn’t want to come off as mean or scary, but he wasn’t an angel, so why hold up the act?
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 23, 2010 10:01:03 GMT -5
Alaya was confused about his reaction when she told him why she was here, or at least some of the reason why she was here. She wasn't sure why he smiled and it confused her and almost angered her. She saw it as him mocking her, laughing at her because she couldn't handle herself. She watched his eyes as he scanned over his scars. It made her want to pull her arm back and hide it but she kept it exposed. Most days, back before she was at Willow Brooke, she would plaster her arm in foundation or some sort of cover-up to try and hide them but nothing worked except long sleeves.
She did the same as he did when he exposed his arms. She concealed her arm once again by crossing it with her other arm very close to her chest. She couldn't help but stare in amazement as he showed her his arms. His scars were truly ugly and she could tell that they weren't from cutting but burning mostly. His scars were something that people would hold against him, hers as well, but his looked like he had been through hell and back and for all Alaya knew he just may have been.
When he started speaking she looked at him, she tried to figure him out. She had this thing about people, she could read them quite well. She was always looking for ways to help people, if she could help one person with something that was hurting them, she felt complete. She wasn't sure what it was about her that made her feel this way but she was pretty sure that it was the fact that she had gone through so much emotional pain with nobody there to help her through, if she can help someone else going through something similar she knows that they aren't feeling the way she did and she would hate to see anyone go through what she dealt with. Many people, including her brother, joked around with her and said that she had a built in therapist inside of her brain because she was always wanting to listen to people and to help them when they needed it most.
Alaya tried to hide the smile that propped itself on her face but she just couldn't do it. She found it amusing how he worded his story. Hers was short and sweet but he uttered profanities to get his point across. She knew that she shouldn't laugh but it lightened her mood and made her feel less uptight. She was feeling more like herself. His story was similar to hers but not quite the same. Her anger generated from suppressed feelings that she had held on to for so long. When that bottled up emotion burst it wasn't pretty. His story and anger seemed more of a life long ordeal and made her want to know more and know what had happened but that was just the built in therapist in her.
The second thing he said really made her laugh and this time she didn't try to stop it. It was obvious that it wasn't exactly meant to be extremely serious. It was only then that she realized how much taller he was compared to her. Most people were taller than her, it wasn't hard to accomplish, but he made her feel like a midget. She was only five six, he had to be brushing six feet, if not a few inches more. It was a little intimidating. "Oh come oh, if people didn't act so fucking stupid all of the time, life wouldn't be half as much fun" She said with a smile. The words 'fucking stupid' were said in a tone dripping with sarcasm, copying his words. It was true, the statement that she made. If people weren't so stupid life wouldn't be so fun, there would be nothing to do, everyone would be bland.
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MUSIC . Live Like We're Dying - Kris Allen
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 23, 2010 14:11:23 GMT -5
Her smile made him smile. She was truly prettier when she smiled, there wasn’t any mistaking that. Her smile lit up her face a little and brought out somebody else then the girl that had quivered when she stuck in hand into the stall. Her laugh was beautiful, of course, the natural attitude of his voice was the hate for his parents that was inside him. But, it did make him feel a little better hearing her laugh. She was hotter when she laughed. She had something alluring about her that made him want to get closer to her. But, he didn’t know anything about her, she was angry. That didn’t tell him much about her. She could be angry because of rape, and not want him close to her. She could be angry because of something like what he went through. He didn’t know hardly anything about her though, it didn’t bother him. He hadn’t ever been nosy before.
He smiled at her remark. Shaking his head jokingly, not as if he didn’t agree. ”Yeah, guess you’re right. If we weren’t smarter than everyone else we sure wouldn’t have as much fun messing with them.” He smiled at her as he looked back. Her comment showed something about her. She was different now, at least a little bit. Before she had been so timid, but her comment made her kind of seem more outgoing. He wasn’t sure if this was all in his head or what, all he knew was he liked it.
He looked back at the horse. The one the girl had been able to get the horse to come around, while he just scared it away. ”I don’t know this horses story very well, he was neglected… kind of like me, but that’s all I know..” he looked up at the girl again. ”I’ve never been around horses before, that’s why I’m retarded around them.” he smiled at her. He was trying to lighten the mood, even if he failed he could say he had tried.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 23, 2010 23:44:45 GMT -5
This is what she needed and this is almost the thing that she had longed for for quite some time. An easy going conversation that was fun and had no pressure involved. She was still nervous and it could be seen in her shaking hands, but it wasn't because of him it was because of the barn and the surroundings. She looked at him trying to read his face, hoping he didn't think that it was him that made her so uncomfortable. The last thing she wanted was to make an enemy here.
She enjoyed the company and it kept her mind busy. She was at her best when she didn't have to think about things. This was the reason that she liked to draw and take pictures. She would zone into the capture or into her drawing and forget about the things around her. This conversation was doing the trick. She was glad to see that her comment had made him smile, she was always worried something she said could ruin a conversation. In complete honesty, she was horrible at first meetings.
She perked up when she heard his response. She waved her finger in the air and spoke "Exactly!" It came out like a teacher on a t.v. show trying to prove a point and the student finally gets it after five minutes or explaining. Her own reaction to it surprised her and she laughed at herself. She hadn't done that in a long time. She hadn't spoken to anyone but family in a long time.
Alaya followed his gaze over to the arabian. She was never a big arabian fan growing up but they were undeniably beautiful. She didn't like them when their faces were very dished. In her opinion it made them look deformed. She was more of a big horse kind of girl, she liked power. She watched him as he spoke and couldn't resist smiling when he considered himself retarded around them. "Retarded? Nice choice of words" She loved her sense of sarcasm and always enjoyed using it, she just hoped he didn't get offended as many people did. Turning back to the horse she studied him. He was gorgeous and his face wasn't to deformed looking so that was a plus. "Neglected horses can really prove to be the best once you create a bond. At least the horse your working with will look at you or come towards you. Mine wants absolutely nothing to do with me."
She studied him a bit more as he watched the horse. He seemed to be around her age but it was hard to tell. He was skinny and tall which could mean anything. She was quite intimidated by his height but she wouldn't show it. She was used to be smaller than others but not quite this small. She found it funny that he was paired with a petite little arabian and she had a large stocky horse of an unknown breed. She smiled to herself at that thought. The silence was unsettling to her so she felt the need to start a new topic although the one she chose wasn't all that new. "I lived in Maine for about fifteen years and we had run a horse stable, this isn't anything new to me. Although, I haven't been in a barn for about two years so this is sort of a crash course."
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OUTFIT . here.
MUSIC . If It's Love - Train
LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade.
NOTES .
CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.
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Post by Charles Peter Richardson on Jul 24, 2010 1:04:28 GMT -5
He smiled at her little comment of him calling himself retard. Some people were offending of the word, Charlie used to give a crap. Eventually he stopped caring about a lot of what people thought. People would gasp in school as he used profanities at the teachers, but he quite honestly didn’t care. He had been pushed and bullied by his own parents. He snapped, and after he broke, he wasn’t ever going to be put back to that sweet little boy that would do absolutely anything. ”Actually, I have been tested for mental retardation.” He told her with a straight face, it wasn’t a lie at all. He had been tested for it, the test just came out negative, which surprisingly his family seemed disappointed with. He supposed it was because they had wanted to find an excuse for why he wasn’t perfect anymore.
He looked at her, neglected horses being the best. He wasn’t sure about that. Neglected horses seemed like they would be dying for attention and would probably kill for it. They weren’t going to be very well behaved, but he thought he would give it another shot. Slowly Charlie took a step toward the stall door. Knowing absolutely nothing about horses, he didn’t know that he shouldn’t pat a horse on the rear. So, he patted the stallion’s ass and it kicked the door. Charlie let out a scream like a seven year old girl that had just walked into a room full of snakes. ”Holy Crap!” he whaled after he had finished screaming. He was out of breath and panting like a dog that had just been chased by a larger dog for five miles. He rested his hands on his knees and shook his head a little before standing up again.
”I don’t think a neglected horse is the type for me. Whether it will look at me or not.” He said with a shy smile. He had just made a complete idiot out of himself, but he had to try to redeem himself now. ”I come from Looserville. Never been around horses, and knowing my parents I could have gone my whole life thinking horses were sweet creatures that just ran on beaches,” he smiled at the girl. ”Hey, to be quite frank, I’m freaked now. What you say we ditch the stables and get out of here?” He gave her a flirty grin at his suggestion, hoping she wouldn’t mind.
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Post by Alaya Johston on Jul 24, 2010 13:22:25 GMT -5
When he made the comment that he had been tested for mental retardation, she felt like a complete idiot. Her face dropped and she just kind of shuffled her feet around and looked down. That was exactly the kind of thing that she expected herself to do when she was finally getting along with someone new. She finally looked up to meet an almost doubtful face when concerning neglected horses being the best. Alaya wanted to elaborate but she would rather stay quiet, afraid that she was going to make another mistake and make him hate her.
Alaya watched him slowly approach the stall door towards the arabian. She watched the horse, twitching tail, quivering skin, he wasn't exactly pleased to have Charles behind him. She was about to speak up when Charles tried to pat his back end but she was to late. His hand reached out and the horse kicked the door. Alaya put her hand to her mouth, covering the biggest smile that had been on her face in a long time. She tried to suppress the laughted that bubbled but she couldn't do it once Charles screamed.
His scream jumped Alaya but it just made her laugh more. She watched him as he put his hands on his knees, he looked exasperated. She slowly managed to stop laughing but the smile still covered her face. She didn't say anything to his comment about neglected horses she just smiled. She understood that he didn't like it, he just got the ever living shit scared out of him.
His proposal sounded very nice. Getting away from the barn was a good idea because she was wigged out in her own mind about being here although she was pretty sure he didn't know what the stable was doing to her. She nodded her head "That sounds great. I think I'm done here" She raised her hands, still shaking, into the air and with a sheepish smile said "I need to chill out"
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WORDS . 333 without codes OUTFIT . here.
MUSIC . For the First Time - The Script
LYRICS . the silence - mayday parade. NOTES . open to anyone's interpretation CREDIT . JURATE at CAUTION.
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