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Post by abbytaylor on Jan 25, 2013 0:45:47 GMT -8
   & DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND
PEOPLE THROW ROCKS AND THINGS THAT SHINE
([/b] but they can't take what's ours )[/font][/size][/color] Abby opened the freezer door and mentally kicked herself for the one-hundredth time. Having been in New Zealand for three weeks and then immediately jumping Chance on her first ride back, in retrospect probably hadn't been her best idea. Now she had an extremely sore ass to show for it. She rummaged through the drawers of the freezer to find that all the cold packs had been nicked. She sighed, thinking about using her beanie for a minute before spotting a plastic bag on the counter top. Abby inspected the bag for holes before shoving a few scoops of ice into the bag and tying the end in a knot. She quickly made herself a coffee and then inched slowly towards the couch. There was some international scale event on the TV and Mark Todd was currently on the course."Woo Kiwi's represent." Abby sighed to herself in her strange accent that wasn't really Kiwi or American. She sipped her coffee and adjusted the bag of ice on her knee.
Abby pulled her phone out of her pocket. She checked her Facebook and posted a status update about her knee accompanied by an 'instagramed' picture of the ice bag on her knee for anyone that cared. She looked at her watch. She wasn't sure if she could be bothered riding Misty. She knew she probably should having not done so in three weeks. She finished off the last of her coffee and slowly hobbled back towards the kitchenette and placed her cup in the dish washer. The ice had melted and had leaked out of the bag for the most part so she chucked it in the rubbish and dabbed at her moist jodhpurs. She decided she would go for a light hack. God only knew if anyone was interested in accompanying her.
[/justify][/center][/color] WORDS,, 301
TAGGED,, No one in particular ;P
LOOK,, OUTFIT and HAIR
MUSIC,, NASHVILLE by DAVID MEAD
NOTES,, RAWR I'm back. Gosh this is horribly short.
CREDITS,, table by ME and lyrics from OURS by TAYLOR SWIFT |
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Post by ryan2 on Jan 28, 2013 17:11:37 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #333333 solid; border-bottom: 10px #333333 solid;] [ horse: n/a ] [ outfit: click ] [ tagged: Abby ] Once again, he found himself at the barn. It was becoming a frequent occurrence, he'd noticed. At first, Ryan hadn't really enjoyed coming to the barn to check on his recently deceased mother's horse, Blaze (now his horse, come to think of it). But now, since a few weeks had passed, it seemed that the geding had become fond of his presence. And, as it turned out, Ryan returned the feeling. It had been an adventure, figuring out how to deal with suddenly having a horse to take care of, but he enjoyed it. He'd even thought about starting to take lessons so he could eventually ride Blaze. It was what his mother would have wanted.
Since he'd had a few hours to kill before his shift at the bar, Ryan had decided to stop by the barn, and do his routine check up on Blaze. The horse had greeted him with a happy neigh, as usual. All had seemed well, so Ryan had continued on his way to the lounge. He still hadn't gotten around to getting a TV for his new apartment in town, so the lounge was where he went to catch up on what was happening in the world. Usually, he was alone when he went to hang out, but today that was not the case. A pretty blonde stood by the kitchen counter, dabbing at a wet spot on her breeches. Had he known that such attractive women were into horses, he would have started riding a long time ago. "Was there a water balloon fight that I missed?" He joked to her, nodding at the wet spot and tossing her a mischievous grin.
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Post by abbytaylor on Feb 3, 2013 23:17:25 GMT -8
& DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY LITTLE MIND
PEOPLE THROW ROCKS AND THINGS THAT SHINE
( [/b] but they can't take what's ours )[/font][/size][/color] Despite her best efforts, Abby had done little to mop up the water. She was about ready to give up when she heard a friendly voice across the room. "Was there a water balloon fight that I missed?" She straightened up with a start and tossed the tea towel into the sink. She brushed a curly blonde tendril off her face and made eye contact with the stranger."Oh, I wish. Sounds like fun!" Abby dipped her heard in amusement and gave a small smile not sure how he would react to her strange mixed accent. She placed her hands behind her on the bench top and leaned back. She looked the stranger up and down. She wasn't usually the type to 'judge' but she couldn't help it. He was fit and good looking. Looked to be 21ish. Something about his tattoos and face screamed trouble but Abby was drawn to him in the most unmistakable way. She mentally slapped herself. For god's sake he's a stranger. You're probably not his type anyway. Abby smiled and spoke up once again after a short awkward silence."You look kinda out of place, how long you been riding?"
[/justify][/center][/color] WORDS,, Nooooo
TAGGED,, RYAN JEFFREY ARCHER
LOOK,, OUTFIT and HAIR
MUSIC,, NASHVILLE by DAVID MEAD
NOTES,, OMGOMGOMG he should ask her out for a hack and tell her that he's not too good at riding and she could be all 'I'll show you the ropes.'
CREDITS,, table by ME and lyrics from OURS by TAYLOR SWIFT |
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Post by ryan2 on Feb 4, 2013 0:54:57 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #333333 solid; border-bottom: 10px #333333 solid;] [ horse: n/a ] [ outfit: click ] [ tagged: Abby ] Once she made eye contact, Ryan knew he was in. He knew that sweet, innocent look anywhere. She was even prettier than he'd initially noticed. Tall, almost as tall as him, with legs for days (these female riders would be the death of him, he just knew it) with clear blue eyes. Her shy smile completed the look. It was almost too good, he thought as he tried to place her accent. "It does sound like fun," he agreed, "But maybe in the summer, it seems kind of cold for it now. Can I get a rain check on one water balloon fight?" Typical Ryan, suggesting getting wet and wild with a girl whose name he didn't even know yet. He pretended not to notice her looking him up and down. He'd done to the same to her (although in a more discreet, practiced way he'd perfected over the years), so he'd let her think she'd gotten away with it. Ryan grabbed a soda from the stocked fridge and flopped down on the couch, putting his boots up on the table and glancing back at the blonde when she spoke. He returned her smile. "Ah, you saw through my clever disguise. I don't ride at all, actually. I just take care of my mom's horse since she..." His voice trailed off, "I take care of my mom's horse". He finished lamely. "How about you? Are you one of those riders destined for the Olympics?" Did they have horse back riding in the Olympics? He didn't really know. But it was obvious he didn't want to talk about his mother. "I'm Ryan, by the way. Ryan Archer."
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Post by abbytaylor on Feb 16, 2013 0:01:10 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » AND TIME IS TAKING ITS SWEET TIME ERASING YOU Her whole body was telling her not to, he was bad news. There was something about the tattoos and the 5 o’clock shadow that had snagged Abby. He had her, hook, line and sinker and there was no going back. She could tell that he knew he had her. She could feel her cheeks burning after the rain check comment. She was playing with her hair again, twisting a curly golden strand around her long fingers. She watched him open the fridge to her left and followed him as flopped down onto the sofa and rested his boots on the coffee table. Abby grabbed a soda herself and made her way over sitting down in the arm chair along side. He mentioned something about not really being a rider and how he was looking after his mom’s horse, then his voice trailed off. Abby’s face softened, she was curious but knew not to venture. He was quick to change the topic.
"How about you? Are you one of those riders destined for the Olympics?" Abby was mid sip and almost spat the fizzy drink all over the table. She wiped her lips and spoke. ”Oh yeah, after that fall. Totally.” She wasn’t really the sarcastic type but her town was dripping with it. ”No, I’m not Olympic standard unfortunately, but I do like competitions. Like everyone else here I grew up riding, well, except for you of course.” She smiled cheekily and sat back in her chair, taking another sip. Then he introduced himself as Ryan Archer. ”Abby Taylor, call me whatever.” Her mind was now in over drive for some reason. She took a long thoughtful sip from her can once more and then really without her meaning for herself to, she spoke. ”Assuming you’ve finished riding for the day, do you want to get a coffee or something?” 310, RYAN JEFFREY ARCHER, OUTFIT and HAIR, NEW TEMPLATE. I HOPE IT'S NOT TOO HARD TO READ OR ANYTHING |
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