Post by ainsleyvarner on Dec 19, 2012 16:44:07 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #423c42;,true][cs=2] YOU AND I, WE WERE BORN TO DIE SO COME AND TAKE A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE LET ME KISS YOU HARD IN THE POURING RAIN YOU LIKE YOUR GIRLS INSANE SO CHOOSE YOUR LAST WORDS THIS IS THE LAST TIME- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | |
| [atrb=width,240] It was like seeing with different eyes as Ainsley pulled into the parking lot of what would be the next chapter in her life, Crossfire Farms. Everything was brand new, like a whole different world was opened up before her. The unveiling of the scenery was probably the most breath-taking, compared to her previous situation in Wisconsin. It wasn't her first time at the barn, considering her horse was boarded here, so she was getting to know the place a little better as the days went by. She had only been here a week and the word had spread that there was a new chiropractor around; for horses, that is. She couldn't blame anyone, though. It wasn't everyday that someone with that occupation moved in and was planning on getting business there. Ainsley didn't really like the attention, so she tried to just keep to herself and her horse when at the barn. However, this proved to be harder than it seemed now that she was getting clients. Her only appointment for the day was scheduled at about 3 p.m., not that that conflicted with anything else in her life. One might ask, what else in her life? There wasn't too much to begin with besides riding, showing, and work. It was a happy lifestyle for her, however, and she didn't mind much. Social time was something she really didn't need, let alone have in the first place. She was perfectly fine getting up at a ridiculous time in the morning to be the first one at the barn and work her horse till the sun rose. Ainsley was quite the morning person, after all. It was about this time in the afternoon that she started to get a little run-down. But, she had an appointment, and her obligation was to attend that appointment so she had money to support herself. Jumping out of her shabby pick-up truck and making sure the door shut behind her (it didn't always do as told), she made her way into the main barn where she generally performed her so-called "magic." Chiropractic work was almost essential in her horse life; she believed it helped the horse move better, feel better, and prevent various types of lameness and soreness. Not everyone agreed with these beliefs of hers, but she had enough clients as it was so she knew there was still hope for at least some horses. Glancing around, she hoped for at least some sign of this client. She had no idea what he looked like; the only information she had was that his name was Landon; now that was a new one. She thought her name was odd, but apparently not. Pulling a small grin at this thought, she flipped through papers on her clipboard, hoping that it maybe would give her at least a little bit of a clue as to what the horse would look like, but there was nothing. Well, she sure as hell wasn't going to ask. She'd rather sleep with venomous snakes than go up to someone and ask them a question. So, she wandered idly around, hoping for a sign or that at least someone would speak up. Anyone. | [atrb=width,140] words , 532 words tagged , landon - vesperrr notes , i just went along with what we talked about.. ha. |
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