[OPEN] `Faster than my bullet ~

[Calix Santino Passaquindici]

Calix was bored, spectacularly so. His brother Arlo was still wrapping things up in Italy, so for the moment the twenty-seven year old was in Texas alone; which basically meant he had nobody to annoy at the moment. Fancy his parents finally putting their foot down and sending their two sons off to America after so long molly-coddling them well into their mid-twenties! Not, however, before Cal's incessant complaining had made them buy him a nightclub in order to keep their eldest son busy and hopefully encourage him into making money of his own rather than spending all of theirs on horses and alcohol. Frankly, he didn't like this whole idea of independency and growing up like Marie and Arlo did. He was perfectly happy to doss about in Rome, sleeping around and pissing off his entire family, but apparently the fact he was now -depressingly - into his late twenties meant he should be learning responsibility and thinking of settling down or something.

So here he was, a lone Italian in Texas, dealing with his own horses for once and cursing his parents for turfing him out of his wing of their house. Muttering darkly to himself, Calix slid into Nova's stall, giving the chestnut a quick rub on the forehead before picking up a brush and starting to brush him down. He'd been given strict instructions not to expect the stable hands to do everything for him here, so as annoying as it was, the dark-haired man was here to groom his three horses personally before his club opened under its new management tonight. At least his two gelding wouldn't take long to do, because they were both relatively chilled, but Monday was still unsettled by the flight from Europe and her new surroundings, plus she wasn't overly used to having CC handle her, so that could prove to be an interesting exercise. Next to him, the anglo-arab blew out contendedly, happy to finally have something familiar to help him relax. As far as he knew, the three equines hadn't had too bad of a journey, but he supposed they probably didn't have any more of an idea than he did as to why they were suddenly thousands of miles from home.

"We're in a right mess, aren't we Nova?"

[Honor Noel Buckley]

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A mess hardly explains the situation Honor had gotten herself into. After twenty-nine years of taking care of just one horse at a time, she wound up with six of all different ages, including an abandoned foal she'd have to nurse herself. Her sister had taken over her parent's ranch and the rest of the horses and boarders south of Addison. Luckily, she wasn't far from her sister, but she didn't want to be back on that ranch any longer. Too many memories, good and bad, about her parents, and she just couldn't handle it. Her parents and her sister were all she'd ever had, besides the animals, and now all she has is her sister. She had gotten the help of some of the stable hands to help take care of the needy foal, but other than that, she was on her own with the six horses. Luckily, she didn't have a steady job, and enough money from her inheritance to take care of herself and the horses. She had plenty of time, but all of it was spent with the horses.

Honor walked into the foal's stall, with a warm nursing bottle. "Hey Annie," she cooed, and placed the nipple by the filly's mouth. Annie latched on to it quickly, and began sucking the milk down. Honor was lucky she didn't have a horse who was afraid to eat, especially after being rejected by her own mother. If Honor would've left the foal with her sister, the foal would've surely died. Her sister was more focused with the business opportunity of the ranch rather than the horses. She had people for that. It was a terrible thought, but it was true. Annie was covered in straw, probably from either laying down, or playing in it. She'd need a good grooming when she was done eating. The Dutch Warm-blood finished the last of her milk and released the nipple. She nickered softly to Honor, as if she was thanking her. Honor stroked the filly's forelock, and walked out of the stall to get her grooming kit.

As she headed to her locker, she overheard a man's voice. She glanced into one of the stalls where a handsome male was grooming a chestnut. "Ha, a mess? Tell me about it," she said aloud, the words spilling out of her mouth. She hadn't meant to answer his question. He hadn't been talking to her, and they didn't even know each other. What a way to get to know someone. She kicked herself mentally for it, and smiled softly at the man, hoping he wouldn't be upset by her interjection. "Sorry," she apologized. "It's just--I don't really know, actually. I'm new here, and don't know the rules of society, I guess," she joked. She may be new to Addison, but Texas was as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Being 'new' was a lame excuse for her, but the man didn't need to know that.
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Tagged;; Calix Pssaquindici
Words;; four ninety-six.
Notes;; (:
Lyrics;; Leave the Pieces by The Wreckers
Horse(s);; Any Second Now[/size][/color]

[Calix Santino Passaquindici]

Calix wasn't exactly known for being a good guy. He didn't tend to help people out unless it helped him in the process, and he didn't really socialise with women unless he planned to sleep with them. Not that that limited him much though, because he seemed to have designs on sleeping with every woman he met. Hey, he couldn't help it - commitment just wasn't his thing and that was hardly his fault. Plus, most of the women were hardly complaining until they woke up the next morning...

In truth, Calix got himself so lost in the rhythm of grooming Nova, that he was totally unaware of how much time was passing and what was going on around him. So when he asked the rhetorical question to his horse, he hardly expected to get a real answer. Cal jumped, cursing quietly to himself when he realised it was just another one of the stablers....but a female one at that, and not bad looking either. She may have scared him to begin with, but Calix could forgive a pretty woman for anything if she'd give him a little something in return. The Italian grinned as she went from involuntary response to hasty, stumbling apology. Flustered women were always more interesting to interact with...it was just a shame it was the middle of the day and they were sober, because if they'd been at his nightclub - well, she wouldn't have stood a chance.

"I think rules of society are pretty much the same all over the place, actually," he pointed out with an amused look. He was finding this genuinely funny that much was true, but Calix was also an asshole who liked to see how many women he could charm into bed with him.

"Not that society's rules are really my thing..." he was musing as he switched the brush from his right hand to his left, taking a couple of steps forward and holding out the newly-freed one. "I'm Calix, by the way."

[Honor Noel Buckley]

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Honor wasn't usually one just to jump into bed with strangers, but she had been very vulnerable recently. She had met a man while she was socializing her foal and ended up sleeping with him in the same day. She was looking for comfort and someone to be with her as friends. She didn't need a relationship right now, and she really didn't need anymore sex. So when she answered the man's question, she was really kicking herself. Men were not what she needed, because obviously, they only had one thing on their mind. Sex was great and all, but she couldn't just keep climbing into bed with them over and over. It wasn't her, and she didn't want to make it a habit. Losing her parents two years ago wasn't an excuse to sleep with every guy she met. Not that she regretted the last guy she slept with; she just didn't need to do it again.

Honor really needed to get the foal cleaned up and ready to play. Time was always an issue for the brunette. She never seemed to have enough of it. Luckily, she had forgiving horses and the majority of them weren't miffed if she didn't get a chance to love up on them. A lot of the stable hands helped her out with the love and attention. Honor had a cycle of how she exercised her horses, and her butt was sore by the end of the week. She spent a lot of her time riding and going through patterns the horses almost knew by heart. Luckily, she only had three competing horses, and the other two were just trail horses. Her Friesian kept her foal company and everything had been working out for the brunette, so far. None of the horses were sick or injured, and they all seemed fairly content in their new home.

Honor about kicked herself again when the man responded to her. She knew her excuse was stupid, and he pretty much pointed it out. "Guess you have a point," she said, trying to play her embarrassment off. Drinking wasn't much for Honor's taste, because she had the habit of blurting things out when she was sober. She didn't need to do it when she was drunk as well. Besides, alcohol was a depressant and she didn't need any help in that department. But when the man spoke again, Honor relaxed slightly. He was being friendly, and she smiled. "Honor," she replied, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Calix." Honor looked past the man at the horse he had been grooming. "Who is this gorgeous fellow?" she asked, referring to the horse.
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Tagged;; Calix Pssaquindici
Words;; four forty-five.
Notes;; (:
Lyrics;; Leave the Pieces by The Wreckers
Horse(s);; Any Second Now[/size][/color]

[Calix Santino Passaquindici]

Calix was always able to tell the good, straight-laced girls from the ones who just loved bumping into men like him. He didn’t take issue with either group, if he was perfectly honest. The whole point of pursuing women was to see if he managed to catch them or not – which he usually did – but the ones that he didn’t were often the most interesting ones to him. He could tell this girl, whoever she was, belonged to the first group. Oh, well. A man could still try, right? To be honest, Calix more slept with most of the women he met because it was a habit these days more than anything else. Sure, it was still fun, he still enjoyed it, and although he wasn’t anywhere near ready to enter into anything that might resemble a commitment, the Italian supposed it was more of a way of life than the thrill of the chase that kept him doing it.

Not to mention the fact that most women wouldn’t appreciate knowing their other half had slept with almost the entire female population of both his high school and their college, not to mention the majority of a fair few other institutions in Rome. It had kind of started as a ‘fuck you’ to his parents, the sex and the violence, and had formed into a never ending routine of kicking girls out in the mornings or leaving their houses before they woke up or on occasion making a trip to the hospital for any bar fight injuries he may have sustained, nursing a hangover, getting drunk again, sleeping with someone else or ending up in another skirmish. Then you pressed repeat and you had the past ten years of his life. All of that said, Calix was hardly the type to make any life-changing decisions, and so he focused his attention back on…Honor?

Ironic name, given who she was talking to.

”It’s nice to meet you too,” he responded calmly. Somehow, despite being a first-class dick, Calix rarely crossed that line between ‘friendly, maybe slightly interested’ and ‘I’m an overly friendly creep’. It was something he’d managed to learn over the years, he supposed. ”Him? The twenty-seven year old pointed to the chestnut. ”This is Nova. Straight off a plane from Italy just this morning.” His free hand moved to rub his gelding’s neck as the man answered his own question, his attention moving to the Anglo Arab momentarily. ”Aren’t you, boy?” Calix really did love his horses, regardless of what people might think of him. In fact, they were probably one of the only things he ever had loved.

(I sense these two might actually be able to be friends at some point xD She might be good for him.)