to no longer be a child [Darcie/open]

[charlottehawley]

Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking.

The afternoon sun had been unbearable, and so Charlie found herself in the mall; one the places she did not find to her liking. She wasn’t exactly the ‘I love shopping’ type; however, she found she wasn’t the extreme ‘I hate shopping and everything girly’ type either. Charlie didn’t think of herself as any particular type, just a country girl trying to learn to ride and make it through life without too much of a struggle. The air conditioned mall brought her relief as she took a few steps from the door and sat on a bench near a fountain. Her side where she had been kicked throbbed beneath her turquoise tank top that clung to her skin. She felt no anger towards the gelding that had left the large black and blue bruise on her side, though she felt shame for getting kicked. Never before had she been around such talented riders, and here she was without a horse to ride and the riding skill of a child. Well, perhaps she wasn’t that bad, but nevertheless. Still, she remained confident that she would soon make a few friends and ultimately meet her goal of rehabilitating the poor bay gelding. She couldn’t not help him; in her mind such a failure was not allowed, not to mention her heart reached out to the creature who had obviously not known a kind hand in some time. People could be so cruel, and she knew that first hand, but it was sad to think one could harm such a beautiful and talented creature. DC could jump, and he was a natural; if only she could find a way to gain his trust and learn to ride him. Or learn to ride at all. But hey, you have to start somewhere.

Sitting on the bench she twirled her long curly blond hair in her fingers as she looked for anything familiar. Everything in Texas seemed so unfamiliar, though she did not mind new things; in fact one could say the young woman loved change in most cases. Though crowds were not her thing, and she knew in good time she would leave the mall as the majority of the town’s young population poured in. She attempted to take in a deep breath, though her side prevented her from doing so with a sharp pain that caused her to gasp and clutch at her side. “Damn.” She cursed under her breath as she took a second to regain her composure. While she was normally not for freely expressing negative emotions such as sadness or anger as openly as others, she was in so much discomfort she gave herself a pass. A part of her felt like a baby in comparison to the injuries that other rider’s had sustained, but she didn’t let it bother her. She hadn’t been riding long enough or at a high enough level to bring much harm to herself, besides the two broken legs that had been the reason she stopped in the first place. She’d attempt to be the bigger person and let the judgments roll off of her, if they were to occur. No one yet had insulted her in such a way, not to her face anyways, but she knew the world wasn’t all rainbows and unicorns. People could be rude, hurtful, and she’d accepted that. She wasn’t still that naïve. No, Roger had taken care of that.

Tired of sitting by her lonesome, she stood and made her way towards the ice cream vendor that was not too far from where she sat. “A small vanilla cone, please.” She asked the gentleman who quickly turned to plop two scoops of vanilla ice cream onto the sugar cone. Handing it to her she handed him two one dollar bills, “Keep the change.” She said as she turned from him and then returned to her bench to eat her ice cream. It was then she realized how childish she must have looked to those around her, and let out a sigh. I need someone to show me some things… she thought as she still continued to halfheartedly eat her ice cream.

Words; 693
Outfit; Click
Notes; She doesn't wanna be a baby lolz
Tags; Darcie, and whoever else

[darcieodwyer]

Today...had not been the best day Darcie had ever had in her short twenty year life. First off, she had slept through her alarm clock, resulting in having to rush around to get ready for college in the space of about ten minutes. Despite that, she had still been late, she had gotten caught in traffic on the way there, so had been resorted to sitting in her car for a good fifteen or twenty minutes while she waited for the line of cars to move, half starving because she hadn’t had time to get herself breakfast before she left. Arriving at college, she had raced to her class...and then realised that she had left the essay that was due in that day back at her apartment, luckily, she had managed to convince her lecturer to let her hand it in the next day, with only a minor mark reduction.

She’d had to deal with a lot of disgruntled customers at work, something must have been in the water that day, or the heat was getting to everyone, because half the people had complained about having to wait too long, or that they weren’t happy with whatever they had ordered. Well, how was it her fault that she was the only person who had been working, the other person who was meant to be working with her that day had called in sick, and there had been a lot of customers, so it had been a slow-ish service for them that day. She’d had to stop herself from being rude right back to some people, the last thing she needed was to lose her job.

And to top it all off, she had been exercising Athena before she had gone grocery shopping. The gray Irish Sport Horse mare, had been taking the jump course perfectly fine, until one stumble before a jump, had resulted in her knocking into the top pole, hard, and despite the protective boots she had been wearing, she had gained a rather deep cut on her left foreleg. Though when she thought about it, it was lucky the mare had been able to regain enough balance that she hadn’t pitched straight on top of the fence, or fell. So, she had to stop her training session, tend to her leg, and by that point, she was just over it all and wanted to go home.

Darcie finished the shopping she’d needed to do, at least it was cooler in the mall, due to the air conditioning system...she really needed to talk to the guy who owned her apartment block about getting one installed in her flat, she couldn’t live off the fan she had in there for too long, it sucked. She was walking past the fountain, just passing a bench with a girl with curly blonde hair sitting on it, when the bottom of her shopping bag gave out, dumping its contents on the ground, things rolling in all directions. “Bloody hell, can nothing go right today?” she almost shouted, checking herself before she said it too loudly, bending down to pick up her things, cursing and muttering under her breath the whole time.

Words: 529
Tags: Charlotte
Outfit: Click
Muse: Calling All Cars - Senses Fail
Notes: Sorry it's kinda sucky, I have the flu and it's making me feel like I'm dying -_-

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