Brick By Brick (open)

[hannahdrayton]

Two mares, one red, one a rich brown colour with black points. Mary couldn’t recall what the colours were called specifically, all she knew, was that those two mares in front of her were two of the four she apparently owned.

They’ve been worked, the voice in the back of her head told her.

She’d had to learn to trust that voice over the past four months. She couldn’t remember anything from before the accident, she had barely been able to figure out where she was when she had first woken up out of the coma she had been in. It had told her, she was in a hospital. And those people were doctors, there was nothing to be afraid of. So when it told her that the horses had been worked...well, it must be right.

They had tried a lot to try and get her memory running again...the most they had learnt, was that despite not being able to recall what the notes on a piano or guitar were, she could sit there and play a song almost perfectly from start to finish...even if she couldn’t tell you what the song was. They had started to teach her how to cook again...only to find she could already do that too, all from unconscious movements, just letting her body fall into whatever old routine it had performed before this all happened to get the job done.

They had found out that Mary owned four horses, and found them at Crossfire. They had suggested selling them, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to it. What happened if she remembered everything one day, and realised it was a mistake? It had been hard enough finding out that both her parents were already deceased, and she had no next of kin on record...she didn’t want to sell the last links she might have to her memory.

Not that she could even remember if she could ride or not. Maybe she could. Maybe it would be like the cooking, and the music. Maybe it would just come back to her, subconsciously.

At least she was out of hospital now. The doctors had finally decided there wasn’t really much more they could do now, and had helped her find the house they said she owned, they were going to send out a nurse or carer or someone a few times a day to make sure she was alright, not wanting to just send her out with no memory and no help. But the first thing she had wanted to do when she got out of hospital was to go to the local stable and see if the horses did anything for her memory.

The brown...her nameplate said Princess...didn’t seem interested, she had seemed to recognise Mary, but other than that just turned back to her food and kept eating. The red...Honey...reached out, eager for attention. Mary reached out a half hesitant hand, almost reconsidering leaving, but her resolve made her lay it on the mare’s nose, feeling the velvety skin underneath, gaining the courage to give her more of a pat.

She looked as lost as she felt.

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Outfit Coming
Muse If It's Love - Train
Notes Needed muse. poor Mary xD

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[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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LIAM CONRAD[/size][/center]

Liam pulled the pretty bay and white mare out of the paddock, a supple and well broken in black nylon halter with white cotton rope slipped gently over the mare's ears even though she would willingly follow with just a piece of baling twine looped around her shapely neck. She was his pride and joy, a registered American Paint Horse, and had taken him through many a trail and show ring and would within the next few months bear him a foal he had very high hopes for. He smiled and patted the gentle mare's neck and turned her on a dime towards the barn. His boots made a soft thud across the still lightly vegetated ground, but as her aluminum shoes met the concrete aisle his own boots thudded almost as loudly. He hitched his jeans up just a nudge and straightened the unbuttoned collared shirt across his shoulders and headed towards the cross ties.

However, someone distracted him from his destination and he couldn't help bringing his large mare to a halt. The woman in front of him definitely looked painfully attractive from behind, and from her profile it was safe to assume she was pretty damn attractive. Always the initially shallow man, he took notice of her physical features before her expression. Before he let something stupid come out of his mouth, though, he realized she looked somewhat nervous about touching the horse that was reaching eagerly out for the woman's attention. A chick who knew nothing about horses in a barn full of them? Then again, maybe she was just having a bad day; the mare reaching out of the stall seemed to know the woman, so the possibility that it wasn't hers seemed unlikely.

"Doing alright?" he asked in a friendly manner, his mare's own ears pricked forward as she eyed the other mare suspiciously. He smiled openly, his blue green eyes bright with interest in the unknown woman. He had never actually seen her before now that he thought about it, but then again he hadn't really been at the farm all that long himself. He thought he remembered seeing the horse before, though; maybe she'd been out of town or they just weren't around at the same times. "I think she likes you." he said, brandishing his hand towards the mare whose nose the woman was touching. He offered a chuckle, hoping he wasn't about to get snapped at. You never know with women, but he was always willing to take the risk of getting blown off.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: OOOHHHH terribly random post, but i haven't posted with him much. so yeah. MY BAD!

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[hannahdrayton]

Replying in the morning, promises! Really tired atm -_-

[hannahdrayton]

The whole situation was beyond frustrating. She wanted to remember more, or just something, at least, not knowing was...she couldn’t really explain it. She didn’t even know what sort of person she was, but at least she had all the time in the world to figure that one out. Finding her past was going to take longer, and it was going to be much more difficult.

Mary half heard the sounds of another horse and footsteps approaching, but didn’t take too much notice, intent on Honey, trying to find something there. She could feel something tickling at the back of her mind, trying to tell her something...but as usual, the more she tried to hold on to it and make herself remember whatever it was, the quicker it disappeared. She knew she had to relax, not focus on it too much and it would come back to her, but it was easier said than done, really.

She was snapped out of her reverie by a voice nearby her. She blinked, turning her head to spot a man and his horse standing near her, he seemed friendly enough, but then again, her perception on people was still a little out. She returned his friendly smile with a more shy one of her own, not taking her hand off the mare, there was something comforting about her that sort of made it easier to start talking to him.

“Yeah, I think so,” she said. The truth was, she didn’t really know if she was doing alright, in fact, she had no idea what she was doing. Her gaze roamed over to his own horse. Pregnant, the voice told her. She had first thought that maybe she was going crazy, when the voice had first started...but the doctors just told her it was her subconscious recalling things, it was perfectly normal.

She turned to look back at Honey, frowning slightly. The mare recognised her, she knew that much at least, but not remembering her...was frustrating. If it felt like this with her horses, what was going to happen if she ran into someone she had once known?

“Well, I hope she does. I’m her owner, but...” she started, voice trailing off into silence. That was another thing she hadn’t thought of...how did she explain it to people?

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Outfit Coming
Muse Video Killed The Radio Star - The Buggles
Notes Ah, struggled trying to think of what she could say there, didn't want her to just blurt out her life story post accident all at once xD

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[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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LIAM CONRAD[/size][/center]

Liam had thought the woman looked troubled, but he had yet to meet one who'd come out and said it without the intention of being a dramatic attention-seeker or tried holding it against him. Most women were so damn self centered all the time, but then again much of the population could be the same way regardless of gender. His smile faltered just a little and head turned slightly as he listened to her speak. He realized she seemed pretty confused, and he looked at his mare for a moment as if she would offer some sort of advice. His brow furrowed and he pat her neck, chewed his cheek for a moment then took a deep breath.

"Well I don't think you've got anything to worry about. She really does seem to like you, I wasn't joking." he said with a chuckle, mildly surprised that she'd need reassurance that her horse liked her. Maybe he was missing something. Either that or she was one of those people who payed attention to vibes and practiced cleansing rituals with weed and stuff. She didn't look the type to much care for weed, though, and considering her eyes weren't red and she was pretty neat and clean smelling he figured she was far from stoned. "What's your name?" he asked inquiringly, leaning on one leg more than the other. "Mine's Liam Conrad." he said, gesturing with his hand to himself and smiling widely as if being overly polite. He hoped to make her smile with it, especially since she was more confused than amused at the moment.

Georgia took that moment to stomp impatiently at the ground; she wasn't one to misbehave, but she would always snort of stomp or do something of the like to let him know she wasn't happy about something. He rubbed her neck subconsciously, figuring she either wanted to get to work or be allowed to meet the mare this woman's hand stayed trained upon. As he stroked her neck, however, she sighed, licking her lips and letting her ears flit to the side before turning to watch someone walk by with a particularly prancy horse before looking back to the task at hand. "Oh, and my apologies," he said in an earnest tone, covering his heart with his hand before gesturing to his mare, "This is Georgia, my better half." he said with a laugh, figuring at least this might make her smile. Always the goal with the ladies, make them smile.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: took awhile, been working like crazy x.x liam is a dork lol

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[hannahdrayton]

Mary watched Honey as she listened to Liam speak, fingertips trailing along the mare’s nose. She seemed to enjoy the action, shifting once or twice before standing absolutely still, looking like she was about to fall asleep right there and then. She wished she could remember something, that that thought that was floating around in the back of her mind would finally resurface and she would be less frustrated, less distractible. But it just wasn’t going to happen, well, not today, at any rate. she finally dropped her hand from her face, turning to face the man who had started talking to her now, realising she must have seemed pretty out of it for a while there, unintentionally of course.

“Sorry, I must seem like a bit of a flake,” Mary apologised, returning his grin with a more tentative smile of her own.

Mary was still a little nervous around people, truth be told. The doctors, nurses, and the other people she had met in the hospital, when she had first woken up...she was fine around them, she trusted them, she had gotten to know them over the past four months. But they had warned her that some people might take advantage of the fact she had no memory of my past, not that they were trying to give her a horrible outlook on life, it was just fact. It didn’t mean she was going to mistrust every person she met, but it still made her have a certain wariness about the whole process of meeting people.

“Mary Drayton,” she offered her name in return.

She did have to let out a soft laugh when he introduced his mare, at least she managed to understand the humour behind what he was saying, sometimes it took her a while to get things now, her mind tended to be off in its own little world, possibly she was trying too hard to remember, since it almost felt like a desperate need to now.

“She’s gorgeous.”

Tagged Liam
Words 333
Outfit Coming
Muse When You Got A Good Thing - Lady Antebellum
Notes Thar we go. Sorry if there are any random I's or me's that shouldn't be in there, I had to write it all in first person first time round to actually get a post xD

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[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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Liam had hoped to gain the woman's attention, and as her hand dropped from the nose of her mare he realized he seemed to be making some progress. His brow furrowed and he made a sort of funny face at what she said, hardly finding that she'd been acting like a flake so to speak. A tad out of it perhaps, lost even, but not a flake. "Well 'flake' isn't the term I would have had in mind, perhaps a bit lost but hardly a flake." he said reassuringly, hoping not to offend but to make her feel a little better. "It's good to meet you Miss Drayton." he finished with a smile, unable to hide his pleasure in finding out her name. Soon she laughed, though, and he felt his masculine ego get another subtle boost at bringing a smile to her pretty face.

"You'll have to excuse me if I sound a tad arrogant, but I have to agree with you on that one." he said with a deep laugh of his own in regards to his mare being gorgeous. He was quite proud of her, and was eager to see what color her foal would come out looking like. He'd bred her to a loudly painted warmblood stallion, figuring that a warmblood foal would sell better around here than a Quarter or Paint Horse might. Everyone at this barn seemed pretty damned keen on competing in English sports rather than Western ones, at least from the people he'd come across so far. "Got a colt due in about half a year or so, she's not too far along yet, but I've got high hopes for them both." he said with another big grin of pride while giving the mare's neck a good rub while they stood there. Obviously he didn't know if it would be a colt or not, but his upbringing had put him in the habit of saying it rather than 'foal.'

"Your mares are lookers themselves," he reciprocated, hoping a compliment would keep the woman's interest. If she wanted to talk horses he was more than happy to, but he hoped she wasn't against a subject change, either. He didn't like it when women were so driven into horses that it was all they had to talk about. "How long you been at this barn?" he asked her, no intentions of being nosy at the forefront of his mind. He'd simply been here for a month or two and had never seen her before but, again, that wasn't to say she hadn't been around. Every boarder had their own schedule, job, story, whatever, so when people were around largely depended on them and nothing else.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: -liam chats-

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[hannahdrayton]

I wasn’t sure exactly what it was that I was saying that seemed to keep making Liam’s grin grow more and more. It didn’t even occur to me that with my memory loss came naivety, making me completely oblivious to any flirting that may have been occurring, and not making me see the meaning behind it. “It’s good to meet you too,” I answered, giving him another smile. Making new memories, meeting new people...seemed to help fill the void losing all of my old memories had left.

I smiled again. “I hope it goes well for you,” I replied. I didn’t have any memories of breeding my own horses before, although apparently Smooth was a foal I had kept from Knight and Princess. I had been curious, so I had asked one of the nurses if she could help me look into it more. I figured, if I was going to keep these horses, despite not remembering much about them, I should at least try to find out their histories, find anything that might trigger a memory somewhere. Nothing on paper had yet, and I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have to get in a saddle for anything to come back to me. Not that I was even going to try that on my own, I might have lost my memory but I wasn’t stupid. Jumping on the back of an animal when I didn’t even know if I actually could ride or not wouldn’t be the smartest idea in the world, especially if I did it alone.

“I guess you could say that,” I said, considering for a few moments. Honey reached out, nudging my shoulder for attention again, so I reached up my hand, stroking her on the cheek before I opened my mouth to speak again. Somehow, the horse seemed to be giving me more confidence.

“I’ve been in Addison for about four months, I was in a car accident on the way in, so I’ve been in hospital, until today,” I explained some of my story to him, not sure whether to elaborate further, though I was fairly sure he was going to think four months was an awfully long time to be in a hospital.

I had to wonder, had I been more confident before this? I felt frustration creep in again, wishing that this hadn’t happed to me, that I could remember everything.

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Words 403
Outfit Coming
Muse Race Against Myself - The Offspring
Notes Err...sorry for the random change from third to first person xD

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[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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LIAM CONRAD[/size][/center]

Mary seemed pretty friendly and hardly guarded at all about talking with him; not only that, but she wasn't trying to be promiscuous either. Did that mean she wasn't attracted to him? Was everything about attraction to him? Well, now he thought about it, most of the time it was. But he wasn't completely overrun with testosterone. Quite frankly with all the stress of his little sister going overseas for some schooling and having to worry about getting her horse shipped and everything else had him in a lesser state of sexual need than he'd ever been in, so the possibility that she wasn't attracted to him surprisingly didn't linger for too terribly long. "Thanks." he said with a smirk, as if she'd personally complimented him on something. "I'm hoping she'll do me proud." he said, patting his mare before turning his attention to the topic at hand.

Mary seemed to get a tad insecure about the subject, unsure about whether or not she should tell him how long she'd been at the barn. This confused him, but he remained silent and waited to see what she would say anyway. He wasn't about to stalk her or anything, but in the state of the world today he supposed he could understand why she might not want to reveal too much about herself. He coudl be a weirdo after all. What she said next, though, wasn't what he had been expecting. His expression became flabbergasted and his jaw almost dropped at the thought of spending four months in the hospital for any reason. He looked more closely at her face and could see no obvious flaws, no horrendous scars or burns, so why in hell would she have been in for that long? "So, you've been in the hospital for four months?" he asked, completely shocked by the possibility of this. Had she been in a coma for a long time or something? "What in hell happened that you were there for four months and you don't have a mark on you?" he asked in amazement, before realizing what an ass he might sound like, "That I can see anyway.." he continued before realizing that this, too, made him sound like an insensitive ass.

"Gah, my bad, that didn't come out like I intended. I mean, it's none of my business or whatever of course. I'm glad you're alive and stuff!" he finished hopefully, his hands raised in an apologetic shrug while smiling innocently, trying to look less like an ass than he'd already made out. What was wrong with him? Was he really that horrible at communicating with women that he would be stupidly insensitive to her having been in the hospital for four months? At that, Georgia bumped his arm just slightly with her nose, reminding him that she was still standing there. He rubbed her nose, idly thinking he'd probably take her out on the trail or something to get rid of some of that extra energy.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: no problem on the third/first person! i keep up whatever floats your boat!

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[hannahdrayton]

( baby i'm getting better )

I half expected the reaction I got from Liam when I told him I had been in hospital for the past four months. I mean, I hadn’t really known what to expect when I told people...but that was a pretty near hit to what I had imagined would happen. He seemed extremely shocked, and I could probably guess why. Physically, there were no more visible marks, at least to the eye; I did have a few scars here and there, covered by clothing, from cuts I had received, and some surgery. It was just on the inside, that had kept me in hospital, for those four long months, as they tried their best to stimulate my memory, eventually coming to the conclusion it was only likely to come back if I got out and experienced things.

I wasn’t offended by what he said, in fact, I wasn’t sure if I should be offended by them. I understood it was probably a hard thing to wrap one’s head around...I could barely do it myself...so I didn’t grudge him any when he tripped over his sentences, trying to correct himself, make it sound less insensitive. “No, it’s fine, really. It’s a lot to take in, even for me,” I replied, tones easy. Well, I was going to have to start learning how to explain it properly to people, and I may as well start now. I couldn’t very well go around not telling people, it wouldn’t do me, or them, any good whatsoever. I knew I would need help with certain things, and if I wasn’t willing to open up at some point, I may as well go back to the hospital.

I pushed some hair back out of my face. “I suffered from retrograde amnesia as a result of the accident...in short, I don’t remember my past,” I explained, short and simple, but it would be effective enough to explain why I had had to spend so much time in hospital. Honey nudged me again, so I left my hand on her neck this time, to keep her happy, rubbing the silky fur beneath my fingertips in light circles, the action feeling somewhat familiar to me, an event that occurred often enough, as if my body was used to it, even though I couldn’t remember doing it.

“I don’t even remember my horses, I only know what they were able to find out at the hospital,” I continued after a moment, hoping that would explain why I had seemed so vague and lost earlier on in our meeting.

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Words 427
Outfit None yet
Muse Baby I'm Getting Better - Gyroscope
Notes *blinks*

[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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LIAM CONRAD[/size][/center]

He was glad she wasn't offended and offered a relieved sort of smile for a moment, but it wasn't one of glee or anything. Just acknowledgment. He switched the leg he leaned on to the other and waited in curiosity, but was again almost blown off his feet by what she said. She seemed so calm as if she'd said it a million times and it didn't bother her anymore; how devastating would that be? For a moment his typical hound dog type prodded to insist she could be amazing girlfriend material due to lack of memory, but he quickly pushed it out of his mind, mildly disgusted by himself. Then again, he wouldn't be himself if he didn't have sex on his mind at every opportune moment.

Self consciously he looked at his mare, the bay and white coat something he knew like the back of his own hand. So that explained why she 'hoped' her horse liked her and why she seemed not to know what in hell she was doing standing there. "Well, damn." he said, running his hand across the back of his bare neck before looking awkwardly back at her. "That sucks ass, doesn't it?" he said with a half hearted chuckle of amazement. He'd never met anyone with amnesia; that was more something you only see in movies or hear about. But here was an example of it in the flesh, a beautiful woman with no clue who she was, where she came from, or what she was doing.

He was unsure what to say for a moment, but figured it only made him look like more of a dick to stand awkwardly quiet and say nothing. "Well at least that means you can really forget your old boyfriends, right?" he offered with a grin in efforts of finding some kind of silver lining. He let out a hesitant chuckle but quickly brought it back around to seriousness; he figured she needed more acknowledgement than that. "Well, Listen, if you ever need any help or anything just let me know. I can beat up a guy twice my size, and I'm pretty good with my girls." he said, patting his mare and without words implying that he had another mare. Obviously she could take it as he was good with girls, not mares, but yeah. He was pretty good with the ladies actually. But that would be pretty shallow of him to say. "I'm about to go on a ride here in a few, you can pull yours out and we could hit the trails if you like. Keep it real mellow you know, or hit the arena. If you want I mean. Or maybe next time." he said with a shrug, looking more boyish than manly. He had always had issues with rejection, so he always set it up that he gave him the option to leave before they had a chance to bail on him.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: and so, as they all went into comas after a month of not replying, here is liam x.x MY BAD, XMAS MONTH IS HORRIBLE FOR ME. i should have let everyone know i was going to disappear from the planet for awhile....

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[hannahdrayton]

I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM

I suppose I had gotten used to telling people what was wrong with me over the last few months. Other hospital patients, new doctors and nurses, and other hospital staff, mainly. Even visitors, wondering why they saw me wandering the halls every day, most assuming I was visiting a sick relative or friend, or that I worked there, extremely surprised when they heard I was actually a patient. And I had long since accepted that it was what it was, and nothing was going to change it. Why get upset every time I had to explain it? Acceptance was probably the healthier option to run with. I could only keep working to get my memory back, and I don’t think I would ever stop until I did, or at least regained most of it.

I had to laugh at what he came up with next. “I never really looked at it that way,” I answered, smiling at him. I saw that as a blessing and a curse at the same time, I would have liked to have remembered, although he had a point, at least I wouldn’t have to remember any bad relationships I had been in over the years...if I had even been in any. I didn’t even know how to be in a relationship really, well, I didn’t remember being in any, so I really had no experience with the whole concept of dating, although I wasn’t even sure if it was that hard in the first place.

I smiled again. “I don’t know about beating anyone up, but I would really appreciate some help with my horses...I have four in total...two mares, a stallion and a colt. And I have no idea what I’m doing,” I said, letting out a nervous giggle at the last part of the sentence. I guess that was what I was most worried about, not remembering how to look after any of them, or how to do anything with them, and having to make the decision to sell them. I didn’t want that at all, I had felt some sort of connection when I had first been told of them, which was why I hadn’t taken the doctor’s advice when they suggested I sell them on.

I looked at Honey, considering for a few moments. “Why not, I need to get started again at some point,” I replied, turning back to look at him again, giving a slight shrug of my shoulders. Truth be told, I was nervous as hell about it.

UNAWARE OF A STARE FROM SOMEONE

Tagged Liam
Words 420
Outfit Click
Muse Too Bad - Nickelback
Notes Don't sweat it, life happens xD I'm not worried ^.^

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[rivaloz]

When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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Liam couldn't help but grin at her laughter, glad he hadn't fucked up another conversation with a woman. Besides, he hadn't wanted to hurt her feelings or anything when it came to losing her memory. It was really quite a remarkable thing to have happen (in a bad way), and he couldn't imagine how stressful it must be meeting people you should have known your entire life for the first time. Plus, how was she supposed to know who she could trust or not? Well, at least he'd brought a bright side about. Subconsciously he stroked the neck of Georgia, pondering more on it before she interrupted his thoughts with more cheery words, though in a way they were kind of sad to hear. She obviously knew what she was doing before if she owned a stallion and a foal, as well as her mares. What would he do if he didn't know his horses anymore, much less how to do a damn thing with them?

"Well I'm sure it's kind of like riding a bike or something." he said with his own shrug, quite eager now that she was willing to hang with him and hopefully figure things out a little. He dropped the cotton rope attached to Georgia's halter and voiced a deep, stern command of "Stand." before promptly stepping forward closer to Mary. Sensing a task at hand, Georgia immediately focused and dropped her head just slightly, her ears trained directly upon Liam for further direction. The mare was always a little moody, but when it came to performing she took it like a challenge and gave it her all. She could stand in the same spot for hours.

"We'll just get your mare's halter, I assume you wanted to ride this girl, right?" he asked assumedly, gesturing to Honey as he lifted her halter from the hook on the door. If not, they could always groom her up and Liam could show her the ropes of that again. Whatever! Giving her a moment to respond, he went to the appropriate horse and began to slowly instruct her on the placement of a halter. "Pretty self explanatory really, once you get the hang of it," he started, gesturing to the headpiece and showing her how place it behind the ears, the nose band going just there - across the nose - and clipping the piece by the mare's jaw to help hold it all in place. "Easy breezy!" he said with a triumphant grin, looping the mare's rope into his hand and offering it gently to Mary. "You'll lead her out on her left - or whatever makes you comfortable really - and turn her around in the cross ties right over there." he said, pointing to the ties literally just across the wide aisle in front of them.

He gestured for her to watch as he snatched up Georgia's coiled lead and moved calmly across the way, turning the painted mare around and snapping her in, then turning to smile and bow quite dramatically before raising his hands to beckon her over. "You can do it, eh! Don't be nervous!" he said with another grin, his eyes bright at the fun he was getting out of teaching someone about horses. Even though the circumstances were quite horrifying and she probably already knew that part and he would soon feel like an arse, he was having fun anyway. He hadn't made any friends since moving here, so it was fun for him to have someone to talk to at all. Just so happened she was a painfully attractive woman with amnesia. Just his luck.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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comments: what's that? pony rides? haha oh liam. -swats the man-

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[hannahdrayton]

I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM

I laughed. “I’m sure it is...if I could remember to how to ride a bike,” I answered, keeping my tones joking to let him know I wasn’t saying it seriously. No, I didn’t remember how to ride a bike, but quite frankly that was the last thing on my mind. I watched him drop his mare’s lead, a little surprised that she stood still when he told her to, though, I guessed, she was probably trained to do that. Okay, perhaps my well hidden amazement at it was amusing, to myself, I was sure it wasn’t such a massive deal, and soon it wouldn’t seem so amazing to me either.

“Yeah, I think I’ll stick with Honey,” I replied, glancing at the mare again. She seemed calm...well, I was fairly sure she was. The other mare, Princess, seemed too preoccupied with her hay net to really seem to care that there were people out there, and if Honey seemed eager to get out...then so be it. I stepped forward to watch Liam put her halter on, memorising exactly how he did it, exactly where the buckles and straps went. At least it wasn’t effecting how much I retained after the accident, I seemed to pick things up quite easily.

I grinned at him when he handed me Honey’s lead rope. At least he seemed like he genuinely wanted to help me out, it would have been just my luck to be stuck with someone who was going to screw me over with it all, but he seemed nice (not that I had any clue what was going through his head right now, and if I had I probably would be thinking differently). “Seems simple enough,” I agreed, before watching and listening to him explain how to lead her and clip her into the crossties.

Nodding, I opened the stall, leading the chestnut mare out of the confines of her stall. She plodded along calmly behind me, seeming to sense, somehow, that I wasn’t used to this now, or perhaps it was just her temperament, combined with her own memories of me. I took her over to the ties, and copied Liam’s actions, and soon she was securely tied, neither of us worse for wear, thankfully. “So far, so good,” I said, flashing him another grin. I was enjoying this, and was beginning to feel less confused. Maybe these ‘lessons’ would help me remember.

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Tagged Liam
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Muse Can't Stop, Gotta Date With Hate - Lostprophets
Notes *flails about*

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When you walked through the door
It was clear to me
You're the one they adore
who they came to see

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Her remark about not being able to ride a bike didn’t fall on deaf ears, in fact, it bothered him quite a bit that he hadn’t thought of that. He wasn’t used to thinking in such a way, but he figured he ought to start learning real quick. Her joking tone, though, made him feel a little bit better about having said it in the first place. He supposed it wasn’t so bad since she’d had four months to get used to being without a memory. Now what was he thinking? Being without a memory for four months wasn’t so bad? What an ass-hat.

She seemed eager, paying rapt attention to him and looking extremely adorable concentrating so hard on memorizing every step. Even without a memory she was doing a number on him, and it was at this point that he realized every woman must have it inborn to be able to flirt subconsciously. Mary obviously wasn’t flirting, but her gestures were adorable. Biting her lip or narrowing her eyes or anything like that he always caught on to. Maybe he wasn’t all that then, maybe he just took all these little things as being hit on when in reality it was just something women did. What a sobering thought to his playboy temperament. He looked at Georgia, pondering this possibility for a moment before watching as Mary walked her mare over and snapped her in easily. He smiled at her smile, obviously she was feeling more comfortable and that had been the end goal. ”Good job, good job, just like a pro!” he said happily, grinning stupidly at he eager expression. Rubbing his hands together excitedly, he snatched his grooming bucket quickly from the tack room and came back, setting it between them to share since he hadn’t a clue which supplies in the room were hers.

He picked up each piece, showing her the curry, the hard and soft brushes, the hoof pick and even a few of the assorted ones he had stuffed in like a comb for pulling their manes and the goo he rubbed on their hooves for nourishment in the drier times. He brushed those off pretty quickly, though, and refocused back to the beginning. ”Currycomb.” he said, holding it up the turning it around slowly as if a car on display. It was meant jokingly, but then he realized she might not take it so humorously and moved over to Georgia’s painted side first. Mary’s horse didn’t know him, so he wasn’t going to get in her space without permission. ”You’re gonna go in circles all over her body, but don’t push too hard here -
 he said, pointing first to the tender flank area, the soft spots under the belly near the back legs, and over the slender cannon bone areas of the legs. ”You don’t want to use it on their face too much either, they can be pretty sensitive in there. Wouldn’t want to hurt ‘em. But we go in circles to work up all the crud from under the hairs so we can brush it off later.” he said with a boyish smile, then proceeded to start at Georgia’s poll, instructing Mary all the way. He rubbed down the mare’s two toned neck, across her shoulder and down between her forelegs and over the forearm, then moved to her back and belly to finish up with the hindquarters. A nice pattern of dirty brown patches had been worked up, so he turned triumphantly back to Mary before slapping the round comb against his boot to get the dirt out. ”Now you try.” he said, handing it over to her while Georgia peered over, surprised Liam had stopped. She’d begun to fall asleep, her lower lip hanging and eyes drooping shut with relaxation before he quit. Now she had woken up and stomped a hoof in annoyance.

Liam chuckled but payed close attention to Mary, standing nearby in case she needed help. Grooming really wasn’t anything he worried about, it was getting her on and moving that bothered him. He took the woman’s slender hand, for once not focusing on how he could keep it there and worrying about showing her how to use them to her horse’s advantage. This memory-less woman was really doing a number on him, but he didn’t realize it yet. He slipped her fingers through the strap, placing his larger hand over it and gently moving her towards Honey. He moved with gentle circular motions a few times, then removed his hand and stepped back to let her go at it alone. Had he overstepped his bounds? Possibly. But then, he didn’t always think things through.

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you're a rock star
everybody wants you
who could really blame you
we're the ones who made you

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