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Post by rivalos on Oct 5, 2010 10:41:55 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] Fall had officially reached Addison, Texas, but it was something she relished quite a bit. Fall was one of her favorite times of year (even if she insisted every season was her favorite) so when she’d headed to the barn in the early afternoon she was tickled to feel the cool breeze against her freckled skin as soon as her paddock boots hit the doorstep on her way out. She’d moved into the spacious two bedroom house no more than a month ago and was enjoying it quite a bit. Her budget would have allowed her to purchase a much larger and extravagant type of structure, but she really wasn’t out to burn her cash whenever she felt like it. Besides, if she had a big house she would feel far too small and alone inside it. Regardless, it was quiet there all the time, so the barn was far more frequented by her than the spotless home seemed to be.
It was not surprisingly quite active in the barn today, owners, trainers, students, and of course their horses coming and going and conversing throughout the aisles and surrounding areas of the barn. She smiled politely and even said hello to quite a few people, but of course no one was in a position to converse at the moment. It was brisk and beautiful; everyone wanted to go out and ride, why stop and converse with her? Not minding in the least, she turned into the surprisingly empty tack room and snapped open a small portable step stool before planting it out of the way of traffic and settling to clean her tack. She snatched her pricey all purpose out of the protective trunk she kept along with Nero’s cross country bridle. She splayed the bridle across her trunk lid and snugly placed the saddle atop an empty saddle stand on the lowest and nearest rack. She listened to the muffled bustling outside of the tack room happily and began to hum a tune she more than likely had made up before filling a small bucket with warm water and walking it nonchalantly over to her arranged sitting area. She has donned her riding pants for the day, a black pair with a full seat of lighter colored leathery material, along with a short sleeved white cotton shirt. She went for comfort, and since the day felt more cool than chilly, she felt quite comfortable.
As Roman sat down upon the black-stepped stool, she leaned to set the bucket down carefully before beginning to take the bridle apart piece by piece. After she’d disassembled the piece of equipment, she sighed and pushed her mid-length wavy dark hair behind her ears and began to scrub lightly with a saddle-soap soaked sponge across the slightly dusty leather of Nero’s headstall. As it easily came clean and began to shine with every stroke, she smiled to herself and ignored the nausea threatening to come back full force. In fact, if she hadn’t felt like this all morning, she would have been out riding like everyone else. Telling herself it was just a sign that her tack needed cleaning, she kept on scrubbing until it almost subsided completely. By that time, Nero’s bridle was fully dried and ready to be polished. She’d do that later, though; on to the saddle! She moved the stool ever so slightly to the right and began working away at the billets of one side.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose ---------- lyrics property of augustana[/i] comments: a teeny bit short, but not too shabby for an opener i think! also, sorry i didn’t get it up sooner, lol, i completely missed the part where you said i could start a topic up for them. well, better late than never![/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by jeremy on Oct 13, 2010 21:48:26 GMT -8
  did you dream that the world would know your name?
Out of all his horses, the sturdy bay gelding was supposed to be the quietest of them all. But today he decided to change his mind and offer Devin a bit of shock. Instead of his usual relaxed, unfazed by everything attitude the gelding took the cool fall day to show his owner that even though he was the oldest and broke out of all his mounts it didn't change a thing. Usually the gelding didn't decide to act up until early Winter when he was at home in Great Britain, but the different climate and big move had changed that a bit. Knowing the horse as well as he did, once he got use to the drop in temperatures he'd be back to his normal self. Leading him in in to the aisle way, his cooler draped over top of him as he set him in the cross ties and began to remove his tack. Standing very still, the gelding looked like he could fall asleep (which was quite a change from his attitude out in the arena just minutes earlier). Shaking his head as he bent down and started to unwrap his polos, he was impressed at how clean his horses legs were considering the hard years he had been evented when he was younger.
If there was one thing he could tell people for certain about Dash was that he would jump everything and anything you set him in front of. No matter what it had been, stadium fences or cross country he would jump it at any distance no matter how big or risky it would have been. He had bailed his rider out when he was younger many times, and it had taught him how to ride out of shitty distances when he had been out on course. But in a way it doubled as a bad thing, that confidence of his horses jumping everything at no matter what the danger of the distance was had caused him to lose the only thing he had ever loved. And that was something he wouldn't quite every recover from and move on. The ribbons, pictures, anything cross country related that had stolen his mares life was shoved away at boxes in the storage room back at home where he would never find them again (or so he hoped).
Running the hard bristled brush across the geldings back, he hadn't even broke a sweat from all his flailing around. With the cooler temperatures starting to hit, he was starting to shead and grow in his winter coat. He knew that soon he'd need to decide to either clip the horse, or possible lay him off for the winter because he didn't have the patience to wait for them to dry if they got sweaty with their thicker coat. After making sure the gelding didn't have any sand on him from the arena, he threw on his heavier sheet and brought him back to his stall.
Gathering up all his tack, he managed to fit everything so he only had to make one trip to the tack room. With his bridle and martingale slung over his shoulder, saddle (with the girth slung over it) on his arm and his grooming kit in the other he walked in to the tack room easily. Wearing a light sweater and a pair of breeches, he looked up to see a girl sitting on a stool cleaning tack. Great, that meant he might have to be social. Empty, emotionless brown eyes studied her for a minute, but then he looked away and began to put away everything. Hanging up the dirty tack that needed to be cleaned, he grabbed a sponge, a bucket and a bar of saddle soap and began the job. He knew very well that to keep tack in the best condition it had to be cleaned regularly, and it just looked better when it was clean. If the girl wanted to talk to him, she could start the conversation because he sure as hell wasn't, being social just wasn't one of his strongest points.
character; Devin King
words; 685
notes; THIS SUCKS IM SORRY. I promise the posts will be better from here on in, I hate writing half one day and then the other the next xD Pfft, I think your post is a fine length, not short at all!
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Post by rivalos on Oct 14, 2010 18:32:41 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] The dark haired woman let herself become absorbed in the task at hand, concentrating only on every stroke of the hand and not missing a single speck of dirt from whatever crease she could reach on the similarly dark colored saddle beneath her slender hands. The sweet and soapy scent permeated the air gently to mingle with the already present smell of pristine and polished tack and began to seep into her memory, reinforcing the recognizable scent. It was so easy for her to ifnd pleasure in the smallest of things, and this was one of those times. She traveled a lot so kept more acquaintances than friendships, much less deeper relationships, so when she could find a peaceful moment that she truly enjoyed she preferred to relish it. Her mind wandered slowly from one thing to the next as the minutes passed, thinking of the job she had next week to the stunning weather, then along the lines of her beloved stallion and whether or not she would lunge him today or just take him for a leisurely walk through the woods. Perhaps she could hop on bareback and not be bothered by the motion. After all, letting him do the walking would likely be easier on her stomach than her doing all the work.
So, when a man she didn’t know entered the tack room she didn’t notice him at first. The fact that he remained stoically silent didn’t help shake her from her thoughts, but the sounds of his tack jingling as it was set down brought her hazel eyes around to catch sight of him across the way. He wore a light sweater and breeches like her own, but his expression was slightly sour. He seemed quite cleanly cut and handsome if she said so herself, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she ought to interrupt his potentially troubled thoughts. Then again, maybe that was just his face. This thought brought a small smile to her lips but she stifled it quickly; no need to judge him if she hadn’t even spoken to him yet. Stopping her scrubbing motion, she smiled at his back before calling over to him, ”Hey!” she said lightly and then decided she would have to suck it up and walk over. She stood somewhat shakily, but quickly recovered and ambled over with the soapy sponge still in her left hand. Wiping the right on her breeches, she kneeled down to his level without being too close and overbearing and held her hand out in a friendly manner. Her expression was bright and a social smile on her face as she looked at his features for the first time.
Sharp and just as pretty as she’d thought, she was struck silent for a moment, ”Um,” she said, shaking her head slightly, ”Roman Harris.” she said, introducing herself. She was never out to make friends since she always assumed nothing would come of things, but it wasn’t in her nature not to at least be polite when someone was around her. She liked to try and get a smile out of people; she was just a social person out to be friendly. She felt slightly self conscious, something she hadn’t felt when she was around Ben (the only acquaintance she’d met at this barn with the potential to be a great friend), but she figured it might just be because she’d stared at him like an idiot for a second before she had even said anything. ”You are?” she asked with brows slightly raised, her tone somewhat playful in hopes of warming him up to her. Not everyone was as carefree as she seemed to be, and some people had a hard time opening up. She didn’t much care what other people thought, so breaking the ice was one of her strong suits; she liked making people comfortable - and uncomfortable - in the effort of maybe making their day (and hers) better.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose
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comments: I THOUGHT IT WAS GREAT. and this one sucks. xD starting things out is always a tad tricky i think!  roman: HALLO ANTISOCIAL SEXY MAN.[/i][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by jeremy on Oct 14, 2010 20:19:40 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
He had hoped that maybe she wasn't a social one, that she would just go along and continue cleaning her tack without even noticing him. Lazily rubbing the soap across the leather, remove all the traces of sweat and dirt as he went along. The moment she said hey, he knew that he was definitely out of luck. It seemed like every single person at this barn wanted to talk to him, and he wasn't too impressed by it. Looking up at her, his expression almost bored as she stood up and swayed slightly on spot. Most would step forward and try to steady them, but he just looked back down and listened to the sound of her steady footfalls telling him she hadn't fallen over and that she was definitely not going to ignore him like he had hoped. The thought had been nice while it lasted, but it never seemed to be anymore than that. She stood close to him, grinning brightly with her hand outstretched in the familiar greeting gesture. Sighing softly and shifting, he set the sponge down and just looked at her hand for another moment. He debated shaking it, but just looked up at her face and kept his hands to himself. He didn't like physical contact, except on certain occasions- but this wasn't one of them. Nor did he want to socialize, so he just listened as she introduced herself.
“And?” He asked, not really seeing the real importance what her name was. He knew that he should have the decency to introduce himself, but at this point he just couldn't bring himself too. There had been a time where he'd enthusiastically and cockily introduce himself to others, those had been days where he had been proud of himself, proud out of what he had accomplished. But not anymore, he didn't have the same pride he use to. Running his fingers through his thick brown hair, he studied her for a moment and decided he probably should say something. Girls were unpredictable, and he really didn't want to get kicked in the groin or something stupid like that to happen. Even though she gave her last name, that was something he wasn't going to do. Everyone always looked at him with sudden interest at the mention of his last name, or even the slightest disgust would cross their face. It wasn't every day you came across someone who had qualified for the World Equestrian Games at sixteen, and it wasn't a usual occurrence for their horse to have to be put down three weeks before on a cross country course and have them walk away from everything.
His expression was blank, emotionless- not a single tinge of happiness or sorrow. Just the same empty look that he always had as he slowly took her hand and shook it. “Devin,”
[/color] he said, sultry voice rolled off his tongue easily. He dropped her hand as quickly as he had shaken it, his whole body almost burning at the physical contact. Grabbing the bridle and sponge once more, he gave her no excuse to really be offering that opportunity once more. Dipping the sponge in the bucket of water once more, he squeezed it out and rubbed it on the bar of saddle soap. Beginning to work on cleaning any dirt from the nose band, he took his unfriendly gaze from her and back on the tack. He was waiting for her foot falls to fade away again and her to resume to her place on her stool- but she didn't leave, and he had a feeling she probably wouldn't leave until they had a somewhat normal conversation like most normal people. But he wasn't normal, he didn't cope or handle emotion like other people. He hadn't quite learned how, or what it was like to love, to feel compassion. Perhaps there had been the brief glimmer of those emotions to the grey mare that packed him around at ridiculously high fences years ago, but the moment that mare went down and broke, that part of him had broken with her. And like the break she had, it was something that probably would never be repaired- he didn't mind, he didn't care anymore. There hadn't been a lot that he had cared about, and losing the one thing he cared for had made it even less. Leaning back slightly, he looked up at her again to see if she was gone. But she was still there, she wasn't leaving. Relaxing his posture by the tiniest amount, Devin watched her wordlessly for a moment and raised his brow. Almost in a way to question why she was still standing there and what she wanted.
character; Devin King words; 787 notes; NU UH I don't think your post sucked at all. Haha, Roman makes me smile. Devin is like: "oh my god dont touch me oh my god go away DDDD: JDFJSKHDONTLOOKATME" XD poor Devin, he'll get over it. I promise xD[/blockquote][/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rivalos on Oct 16, 2010 10:32:36 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] His body language was enough to tell her that he wasn’t looking for company, nor was he much open for it. Her expression didn’t change from that of a hopeful one; she liked getting to know people and hearing what they had to say, even if they didn’t much care what she might have to offer. Naturally an upbeat and outgoing young woman, Roman felt she was relatively easy to get along with, and that she was pretty good at helping people out when they needed it. She was hardly about to let a cold shoulder and a hint of blatant rudeness scare her off; if anything it only made her all the more eager to talk with him. She liked a challenge and she disliked being snubbed, so it seemed like this clean cut man would fit that bill nicely. He practically threw her hand aside after shaking it, and she glanced at it for a moment, thinking perhaps she hadn’t gotten all the saddle soap off. No, it was pretty clean. Surely he wasn’t disgusted by her presence; that seemed just a tad too superior to be normal. Maybe he had a germ phobia. A germophobe with a horse. This thought made her grin, and she stifled a sudden laugh and ended up snorting instead. She quickly regained seriousness, holding her hands up and nodding as if to reassure him that she was alright. ”Sorry.” she offered even though she had nothing to be sorry for. He smartly asked what her point was, and when she responded with a question for his name he promptly turned away.
Her brows raised skeptically, but a smile returned gradually to her features. She watched him closely as he seemed to ponder whether or not giving her his name was worth his time; was he on the most wanted list? Or was he simply that anti-social? Perhaps he had a girl’s name, like Kelly. As these humorous thoughts crossed her ever-active mind a wave of sickness returned full force, averting her attention from the man and onto herself. Determined not to show it, though, she rocked carefully onto her heels while extending her lightly muscular arms out behind her for balance, placing the palms firmly against the floor in case she became unsteady. Rocking back as her illness did the same, she seated herself more comfortably upon the tack room floor before extended shapely legs out in front of herself. She grimaced, crossing her legs and re-settling her hands before looking back at him. Now in a more stable position, her stomach quieted and she thought to her recent job in South America. She had only returned a few days before and it was possible she had picked up a bug from the area she had been working in. Most of her time had been spent ushering the men through a particularly complex system of caves, but when she hadn’t been caving she was lounging in the hotel or enjoying walking the local market. There were a lot of people in this small area; maybe she would pick up some over the counter stuff on her way home.
With her insides settling, her hazel eyes returned to the man as he turned to look warily at her. She smirked slightly, hopefully encouraging him to proceed. Fortunately, he chose to do so. After disclosing his name he promptly returned to scrubbing his tack as if they hadn’t just begun a conversation (or so she hoped anyway). She smiled now, tilting her neck to the side to try catching his eye and encourage him to speak. ”It’s really nice to meet you, Devin.” she said earnestly, the happy smile not leaving her face. After giving him a moment to turn back in her direction, she straightened a little then sighed, looking across the way at her only half cleaned saddle. ”Rough day today, you know?” she started inconspicuously, wagging a booted foot for a second. ”Weather’s got all the horses going, chilly breeze; sets a person up for nostalgia, don’t you think?” she asked him in a conversational manner. Obviously she didn’t really mean much of what she was saying; she loved every aspect of this day aside from the fact that she couldn’t seem to enjoy it, but she hoped it was setting him up to talk about stuff on his own if he chose. Her eyes narrowed as she studied him for a moment, then spoke up again. ”Of course I might just be a dramatic ass.” Whoops, there was her mouth coming back again. In all honesty she’d had a mouth like a sailor since she was a teenager, but lately she’d been trying to get it under control. ”Which one of the beasts out there is yours?” she asked jokingly, figuring he would be more willing to talk about his horses rather than why he was taking his mood out on someone he hadn’t met.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose
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Post by jeremy on Oct 18, 2010 18:47:26 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
Devin lowered the bridle he was cleaning as the girl snorted. His expression blank as he stared at her, as she apologized he just continued to say nothing. He slowly began to continue to clean the bridle, even if it was almost completely spotless. Most would appreciate the girls attempt to start conversation, and the fact she was genuinely nice and happy. Shifting back on the stool he was sitting on, he glanced down at the girl who he really just wanted to get up and walk away and leave him to sit sullenly with his own thoughts as his only companion. That was the way it had been for years, especially ever since Aubrey had left their home in Great Britain in order to pursue his dreams of one day making it to the World Equestrian Games for show jumping. Every time he thought of that the little voice in the back of his mind had told him he had almost been there, and let that dream crash and be destroyed.
He pitied the girl, so nice to him and wanting to be friendly. She didn't know him, she didn't know what he was like. As she said it was nice to meet him, he wanted to tell her that it wasn't- that she shouldn't be happy to be sitting there with him. Her tone changed, and that caught his attention. Though he wasn't very social, nor talkative he was observant (to much surprise) he caught on a lot when the emotions around him would shift, or when something just wasn't right. For a moment the colour drained from the girls face, but when she shifted and fell silent for a moment it returned as quickly as it was lost. He wondered why that had happened, had she realized who he was and what had happened? The paranoia and panic ate at his insides, and he felt like the flesh underneath his skin was crawling at the possibility. Biting back the thought, he looked up at her.
“It's warmer here than what I'm use to at this time of month,” he said finally, British accent being surprisingly clear and evident as he spoke. There were times more than others where his accent would be more clear. When his voice wasn't silent and mumbled, like now. “But, yes. It's a pathetic excuse for the horses to spook at every little thing. Last time I checked the leaf blowing across the ring was most definitely not going to eat them.” That was as far as he really let the conversation get to. Looking at his bridle that was now completely clean, he considered just getting up and leaving. He didn't care if it was rude if he were to do so, a good part of him really wanted to. Standing up, he moved over to where his bridle hook was. Hanging it up, he looked over at the girl who was still sitting on the floor. Grabbing his girth and martingale, he decided that those could be cleaned too. He'd give the girl another five minutes of his time, a generous action in his mind.
Sitting back down, he began to clear the girth. His expression held a flicker of amusement as she assumed he only had one horse. Why in the world would she assume Devin, out of all people would have one horse? Him and his brother were notorious for the amount of horses they had taken over the years, Aubrey more so than Devin- especially after a certain situation that he didn't like to talk about. He laughed slightly under his breath, his eyes glinting slightly (a trace of emotion not often seen) at that comment. “I have more than just one,”
[/color] he said like it was probably the most obvious thing. It took him a moment to remember she didn't know who he really was, or where he came from. Although he had six, he only considered four of them as his own. Aubrey had taken Lottery Ticket with him, and even though his name was on the horses papers Aubrey said he owned him, and he denies owning the gelding anyways so that whole situation worked out just fine. And the mare, she just wasn't something he could willingly call his own. Most would be thrilled to have their parents buy a horse of that calibre out of the blue and have it handed to them. But the mare, being half sisters to the one he had lost had opened up wounds that he just couldn't deal with all over again. The mare sat there as he stared at her grudgingly and tried to hand her off to anyone that would take her. That's when he had an idea, studying the girl for a moment- maybe he could hand the mare off to her. His tone remained the same as it had been earlier. “What kind of riding do you do?”[/color] He asked, almost sounding genuinely curious for the first time in his life. It was mostly an act, he had gotten good at pretending- but for once, there actually was a bit of curiosity.
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Post by rivalos on Oct 20, 2010 10:10:33 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] She was pleased he hadn’t been overly offended by her brief snorting fit, but he looked at her as if he could burn holes through her if he so chose. She thought at first that he would just try and stare her away, but after an only slightly awkward silence he responded. Surprisingly, he had a British accent that was quite sharp and clear. So that was why he didn’t like to be touched! He was British! That thought again almost made her lose composure and laugh again, but she settled for a rather bright smile instead. At least he was willing to talk to her now, that was a plus! She tried not to attribute it to her mad social skills, but she couldn’t quite help it in this situation. She had at least coaxed him out a little bit. Kill with kindness, that was her motto. Everyone wanted to be nice sometimes. She laughed at his leaf comment, but he didn’t really seem to find it funny. It was true, the horses liked to pretend that leaves would eat them alive, but typically it’s with a funny tone that it was talked about. Devin seemed legitimately disgusted by it, so she thought she ought to see if he’d be willing to smile at any point. Poor guy just needed to loosen up a little bit.
She watched as he stood up to retrieve a few more pieces of tack; he chose to clean more rather than just leave, so that was a good sign. He actually wanted to stay and talk with her, more than she could have said a few minutes before. Then again he could just want to have clean tack and she was reading into it a little too much. As he sat back down unmistakeable amusement passed over his face, but it was brief and was soon replied with an unreadable tone she wasn’t sure what to do with. Was it funny she didn’t know he had more than one? Should she know this guy, and that was why it should be obvious that he had more than one? ”My mistake, congrats on your large board bill.” she said jokingly, an amused smirk crossing her face. She chuckled under her breath; she was in a terribly good mood today for someone whose stomach was trying to devour them from the inside out. No matter, it seemed to be fading at this point and she wasn’t one to give it more attention than it needed.
His first question ever came about and she turned to look coyly at him for a moment before answering. So, he was interested in her now? That was definitely a big step from earlier. ”Well I ride pretty much anything, but my favorite would have to be Cross Country. Stadium Jumping comes in second.” she said with a nod, a thoughtful expression on her face. ”Eventing, basically, if I had to do it all at once. Dressage is a tad too boring for me, though. Good for the horses, bad for adventurous people.” she said with a good natured tone. Her foot wagged subconsciously again as she thought of it, and it annoyed her for a moment that she was stuck inside cleaning tack on a day like this. She would have loved to be out soaring through the woods astride Nero. She’d had the stallion since he was an unbroken youngster; the two of them shared a special bond, and he would soar over anything she pointed him at without looking back. If anything ever happened to him she felt confident a large portion of her heart would die with him, so she was careful to keep full coverage insurance on the champagne Sport Horse since the day she purchased him as a nutty youngster. Even the slightest hitch in his stride and there was a vet on site within the hour, regardless of location. Fortunately, he was extremely hardy and had never actually had any major injuries requiring vet attention. Coggins, vaccines, done!
Realizing she’d gone off thinking again, ”What about you? Do much jumping?” she asked, thinking along the lines of the martingale he was now scrubbing away at. Then again, some people trained their horses for flatwork with them; not something she preferred, she liked a willing horse who wouldn’t yield only because a tool was forcing him to, but every person to their own. She wondered if he was the kind of rider who did it for the money or who did it for the passion that came along with it. Her very soul flew across the world when she was on her horse, so as far as Roman was concerned, she wanted to die that way if she had to choose.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose
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comments: not sure i liked this one, but whatever! haha she’ll be pretty surprised if he takes that route. xD she’s only ever had one; it’ll be interesting![/i][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by jeremy on Oct 21, 2010 22:15:11 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
He ignored her comment about the large board bill, he had nothing to really say about it. Flaunting his (and his parents) money wasn't something he found amusing by any means. Money had never been an issue for him as the years had gone own while he grew up, and it never would be. Anything he needed he could snap his fingers and not worry about costs, he wasn't even all that sure what his board bill was. And quite frankly, he didn't care. Leaning back on his stool as he stared at the running martingale, it was already quite clean. The workout hadn't been something that really would get it dirty, but he chose to continue to scrub away at it and really avoid all train of conversation until she replied to his question. He knew if he played his cards right he could maybe, just maybe smuggle that horse off to her. Then he wouldn't have to look at it, he wouldn't have to deal with another unnecessary item. That's all that mare was to him, that's really all horses were to him. An item, just something there that he had to deal with. It wasn't healthy to have that sort of mind set, but it was the way he had been raised- he didn't know better. He didn't have the chance to learn that they were more than just item to so many people, that they were to be loved and cherished. Everyone except Devin King seemed to see that.
For a moment she seemed quite impressed that he was the slightest bit interested in her. Chuckling slightly under his breath at her, he stopped dead and tensed his jaw hard. There had been a time where he had been like her, loving the sport and the rush of the horse powering along across the open field. There was nothing like the adrenaline rush of just them and the horse galloping at an open stride and jumping everything without having a single wrong step. He remembered those days, but didn't look back on them fondly anymore. Watching her with a blank expression once more, the earlier traces of amusement had fallen from his face as quick as it had came. She was naive, she didn't know the death rates- she didn't know how she was risking every single thing with every single fence their horse jumped. Shifting in his chair, he looked down at her with the slightest look of disgust on his face. “Yeah, you'll love until your horse snaps its leg and has to get put down right then and there. The whole love will probably die for it sooner or later,” he said after a moment. He didn't care what she did, it was her choice to continue on riding and letting her horse possibly break her leg. Setting the martingale down beside him, he rested his hands on his lap and entwined his fingers together. His shoulders straight and rigid, jaw tensed as he watched her as she rambled on about stadium jumping and dressage.
He hardly even showed anymore, to even say he did was a bit of a joke. Things never went back to the way he were. When she asked him if he jumped, he raised a brow. For a moment a wave of panic had hit him assuming that she might have knew him since she evented- but if she hadn't connected the pieces yet, she didn't know. “Of course,”
[/color] he said simply, looking down at her once more. “Grand prix,”[/color] he said matter-of-factually, even if he didn't really show that level, he still schooled his capable horses at the level. Although they most were projects, the actual broke ones did. He wasn't quite sure how he wanted to play in the next part. This was a golden opportunity to hand off Mayday, and he didn't want to fuck it over. He wanted her gone, he wanted that part done and over with. Running his fingers through his hair, he shifted once more on the chair. “So, miss three day eventing,”[/color] he said slyly, “want another horse? She's broke, shown preliminary and could easily be doing intermediate. Jumps everything, quiet and with no soundness issues.”[/color] He thought he went in to that quite well, he let his eyes flicker to her face once more and met her glance before reaching down and grabbing a girth and rubbing saddle soap on it like he just hadn't offered her a horse.
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Post by rivalos on Oct 22, 2010 17:09:19 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] Roman evidently still hadn’t realized what she’d gotten herself into. She could tell Devin obviously had some kind of problem with opening up or even smiling, but she wouldn’t be able to tell that he was trying to make himself completely unreachable. It wasn’t in her nature to notice these things. Not to mention her developing brain issues would only make it worse as the months went on. Of course, though, she didn’t know that. It was true that she loved the riding she did; she was almost too bold at times, but she’d practically grown up with her stallion and knew to trust his instincts more than her own. Not to mention the stallion wanted to jump about as badly as she did the vast majority of the time. If there were a day that Nero didn’t want to make a jump, she would know something was wrong. As she spoke she almost missed his rather nasty comment about cross country, but the way he said it made her keep quiet about it at first. Obviously this was something he’d either witnessed a hell of a lot of or he had experienced it himself. Could that be where his bitterness for interaction stemmed from? She let him continue, raising her eyebrows as if she were impressed by him being a Grand Prix rider (even though she was just a little), but before she could say anything about it he suddenly began pitching her a horse.
She gave a laugh of surprise as he wrapped it up, immediately returning his attention to the girth in his hand as if he’d never spoken of his broke, immensely talented mare. ”So, you tell me what a massive risk I’m posing to my horse by competing cross country before offering me a supposedly crazy talented mare you now know I will more than likely do cross country with?” she asked incredulously, and slightly hypothetically. She should know he wasn’t about to try defending himself; he felt too far above it she figured. She chuckled, shaking her lightly curled head before looking across the way at her still incompletely cleaned all purpose saddle. She would have to get that done today, but she was completely unwilling to stand up from her seated position and walk over to finish it up. Not only would it give Devin a way to get out of the conversation, but it meant that her now completely quiet stomach might wake up with a fury at being disrupted by motion again. It was only a matter of time before the nausea developed into migraines, dizziness, a lack of coordination and/or fainting spells. Maybe she’d even go blind for awhile. Fortunately for her, though, she remained blissfully unaware of any issues. It had been developing for months and would continue to do so for at least a few more months before she’d think anything of her sickly symptoms. She’d get in a few shows at least before that came around.
Unfortunately for the dark haired woman her curiosity got the best of her and, though she was by no means in the market for another horse, having one laid out in front of her for no apparent reason caught her interest like a moth to a flame. ”Why, Mr. Grand Prix, are you so keen to get rid of this mystery mare?” she asked with a slightly provocative roll of the shoulder at the word mystery, still not sure why she was still in such a fantastic mood despite conversing with this negative man. He was so hard to read she really couldn’t help it; she was drawn by the challenge it was taking to talk with him rather than being put off by his attitude. ”If she’s got such potential why not ride her up yourself?” she asked him earnestly, bending her legs at the knees to lean her slender arms across them comfortably. Her stomach remained silent, so she figured the danger had passed; she must be over it. She smirked coyly at him, eyes narrowed slightly in mock suspicion of him.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose
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Post by jeremy on Oct 23, 2010 11:55:43 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
He looked up at her as she made the comment about him bashing Cross Country and then offering her a horse to event on. Nodding, he just shrugged and said: “Yes, yes I am. She likes cross country too.” He didn't quite realize how peculiar it would sound to others that he was just offering them a horse (that was worth over fifty thousand dollars) for free for them to event, after he made it quite clear that he wasn't a fan of the sport. But then they would have to understand the tragic events of his life weeks before his seventeenth birthday, and how the relation to the mare just was something too painful and he couldn't bear with anymore. His parents of course, were a pair of people who didn't understand the impact on his life when he had lost his mare. Her curiosity made an almost smug smile tug across the corners of his mouth, that's exactly the reaction he had been waiting for. He had tried to hand the mare off to his brother, but she hadn't wanted her either, and for the same reasons Devin didn't. She was a cross country horse, athletically built for every single event in the sport. Uphill for dressage, solid for cross country and agile for the stadium jumping. The fact that she had been an eventer had turned his brother off completely, but she liked eventing, maybe, if he got lucky he could hand her off.
Raising a brow at her slightly as she questioned why didn't want her, he shrugged. “I don't do anything with her. I already have others that I work with.” Although it wasn't the real reason behind it, the truth was there in it. Just not all of it, but he didn't want to go there. She leaned closer to him as she rested her arms against her knees, narrowing her eyes at him slightly (though he could tell it was jokingly) and continued to question him. “Aren't you just full of questions? Because I don't like riding her. She isn't my type, and I just don't really have time.” The first part of the whole speech was a lie, she rode exactly like her full sister had. Forward, bold, well mannered with a good jumping style. Soft and supple, and could do a shoulder in with the easiest touch of an opening rein. Schooled, and broke- she could collect and extend within a single stride going down the lines. Most would die to have her in their hands, but he was foolish, so very foolish because of scars from his past.
“She's cute too. Big, and grey. Sweet as can be on the ground. No soundness issues or vices. If you don't believe me I'll even pay for a vet check and have her x-rays done for you,” he said confidently, he had her vetted just over a year ago and she had been in great shape. Although things could change within a year, he didn't for see any real problems that could come up though. She had good feet and had never taken a lame step in her life, even after weeks of hard horse shows there was never a sign of swelling or soreness. Quality was right there, but Devin didn't care and just threw her away (or tried to) at any given chance. “She's just not my type though,” he said once more and shrugged. He was going to give her the mare whether she wanted her or not. “And hey, if you don't like her after a bit you could always sell her and make a good profit off her- good resale value right there,” he added, pushing it more. It was the most socializing he had done in awhile, but with the determination pushing him along he ignored the big part of him that just wanted to stay silent and walk away.
character; Devin King
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notes;your post was way better than mine. this one fails im sorry Dx
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Post by rivalos on Oct 26, 2010 11:19:54 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] From a riding perspective it made sense that he no longer wanted the horse because she wasn't his type; she understood how it was to simply not click with a horse, but it still didn't explain why he was trying to give her away. No one gives away high quality horses just because they don't like them very much. He ought to sell her and get the money for himself, though the way he talked made her think he didn't give much regard to that kind of thing. She could understand that, too, considering she almost had more than she knew what to do with, but she still didn't think she could ever just give a horse away. Perhaps, though, she ought to be thinking more constructively. Nero was her pride and joy, she'd raised, broken, and trained him herself from a youngster and the two of them worked magically together, but he wasn't always the ideal horse for extreme competition. He was built to be agile and capable, but at sixteen three he wasn't always the biggest horse in the bunch. Not far behind, but that little bit extra was sometimes what it could take. Not to mention, depending on the mare's breeding, maybe there would be a worthy foal out of the bargain.
The fact that he was so insistent and talkative about the whole thing only made her more unsure about it all, but why not take a deal when she is handed one? "I guess I can understand not getting along with a horse." she said compliantly, but her expression remained thoughtful on the entire matter. Try and be friendly and end up with a second horse. What are the odds? "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to take a look at her, right?" she said out loud, somewhat to herself and somewhat to him, offering a still skeptical smile in his adamant direction. "What's her name?" she asked suddenly out of curiosity. Maybe she'd seen the mare stalled before and could bring an image to mind without having to risk walking through the barn aisle and embarrassing herself. Plus, it helped to have a way to think of the horse if she did agree to his offer. With his pushing, though, she was becoming more and more interested.
She could certainly afford another horse, and it might be fun to work with another horse since she had Nero memorized down to every flick of the ear. There was nothing wrong with change, nothing wrong at all actually. Waiting on him to catch up, she drew her feet closer and moved to rock forward warily with the intention of standing up. The hard floor could really do a number on one's ass cheeks, and quite frankly it would be nice to be able to feel hers again. She leaned forward as her paddock boots steadied and stood up slowly, her head swimming from the vertigo and likely the nausea that promptly ripped through her guts and threatened to burn through her throat. She stood with hands out to the side, closing and opening her eyes slowly as she gathered herself. Confused, she wasn't quite sure what was going on and confirmed mentally that she would definitely have to pick up some flu meds on the way home from the barn later. "Um," she said in a disoriented manner, her brow furrowing as she regained her composure. She smiled as her stomach settled, offering a self-depreciating laugh before looking over at him. "Anyway, now that I'm not going to fall over, how about that mare?" she asked with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Oh, they had just been talking about that, right. "What did you say her name was sorry?" she asked, rubbing a palm against her forehead as she felt stupid for getting distracted.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
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Post by jeremy on Oct 28, 2010 21:35:02 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
Exactly what he wanted, right now he couldn't be even more pleased with the probable outcome. A sly, almost dark smile tugged at the corners of his mouth at her comment about wanting to go see the mare. Perfect, he thought to himself. Now he really was going to end up with that mare off his hands, something he had been trying to do for so long. Her expression was thoughtful as she thought about what she was saying, although his eyes remained cold and unfriendly, he nodded. “Yes, exactly. And when I just don't have time to be working her, why let her sit there when someone who would really enjoy her could be out there?” He was proud of his acting, he honestly could care less whether someone enjoyed the horse or not, or if the mare was really even going to a decent home. To him she was just an object sucking back money, but that didn't even bother him. He just wanted her out of his hands, so he could maybe wash the traces of pain away for the last time. Doubtful, but he wouldn't stop trying. “It would most definitely not hurt to take a look at her indeed,”
[/color] he added, trying to make his tone sound a bit more friendly- but it really remained the same. He was trying so hard to get her gone. “Mid-day Dream. Mayday for short.”[/color] Personally, he thought her show name and barn name sucked. But it wasn't like he cared enough to do anything about them. If he really liked her, he would have gone and changed them. The girl stood up, slowly and cautiously as she wavered on her two feet for a moment. Looking like she was almost going to fall. Now, at the point most would step forward and try to help her get stable so she didn't fall. Being his normal self, he shifted and leaned back in his chair more and watched her, almost half of him hoping she fell just for his own amusement. But then he might have to deal with medical things if she got hurt, which would involve his time, papers and probably talking to people. That was something he didn't want to deal with, it took her a moment to really get together again. Rubbing her forehead with her palm she watched him, and he felt almost irritated at the fact she hadn't been listening to him when he had put so much effort in to being pleasant. “Mid-day Dream. Mayday for shot,”[/color] he repeated, trying his hardest the same tone he used earlier. Standing up himself, he hung up his tack on the hooks that were only a couple feet away from him. Rubbing his hands on his breeches briefly, he glanced down at the shorter girl for a moment. Noticing she looked almost a bit more pale than earlier, which made him a bit apprehensive (perhaps almost slightly concerned) for a moment. If she passed out and smacked her head on the pavement, he was not wanting to go in through that lawsuit. He really, really didn't want to do that. “If you do fall down, don't hit your head. I really don't want to deal with that and the possible lawsuit that may be involved.”[/color] At least he was being honest. Running his fingers through his hair, he stepped around her and walked down in to the barn aisle way. He didn't need to look over his shoulder to make sure she would be following him, he knew that she was so curious about the “mystery mare” that he had. Stopping in front of the big mare's stall, he slid it open and stepped back. The mare who had been eating hay peacefully looked up and came to the door of her stall, standing behind the stall guard. Ears pricked forward on her delicate shaped head as she watched the two with soft brown eyes.
character; Devin King words; 661 notes; kdjfslka sorry for the wait xD and happy belated birthday! i wished you happy birthday in the cbox but i dont think you ever saw it x3 [/blockquote][/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by rivalos on Nov 6, 2010 15:30:42 GMT -8
anywhere you go
anyone you meet
remember that your eyes
can be your enemies
hold me down,
sweet and low little girl,
hold me down,
and i will carry you h o m e
R O M A N [/I] [/font][/center] As the rocking in her head and gut mysteriously subsided to leave her feeling more like an idiot than a flu sufferer, she turned to see that he definitely felt that she was an idiot. He repeated her name and Roman merely gave a toothless smile, glaring at him as he looped past, carefully avoiding touching her by accident. She put her hands on her hips and refrained from sticking her tongue out childishly at his retreating back before falling into step behind him. "Well I think you'd have to own the barn to end up worrying about a lawsuit." she said mildly; not that she would file one anyway. It was her own fault for being out and about while sick, especially on a brisk day without much coverage. She'd made her bed, she might as well lie in it.
They meandered (or in his case marched, rather) out into the barn aisle, her smiling again at people as she passed but taking care to remain close enough to him to indicate she had a direction and purpose like everyone else walking around. Her hands hung loosely at her sides and she sighed, pondering more on the mysterious man than his mysterious mare. Why he had adopted the tone of a happy salesman but kept an icy air about him she didn't quite understand, and it only served to intrigue her more. She'd always been a rather outgoing and personable type of woman, so it would obviously pique her interest to meet someone who seemed to be her polar opposite. What was that old saying about opposites attracting or something? Waving it off, she looked up from her thoughts to see they'd arrived at a horse's stall.
Devin had positioned himself just next to the door and for a moment she picture a game show model in a shimmering dress. All he needed to do now was offer an apparently impossible smile and wave his hands about and he'd fit the mold. Again smirking at her own thoughts, she focused her attention on the gray in front of her. The mare had pivoted around, looking politely curious and reaching out for their attention, her ears pricked and eyes bright with not a mean bone to the expression. Roman had, in fact, not taken notice to the mare before, but Nero was also in another part of the barn being a stallion. The dark haired woman immediately began sizing her up, offering a cupped hand to the mare's whiskery muzzle and looking from the length of her neck, chest depth, girth, moderate withers and well balanced hindquarters and then moved to the legs. She couldn't see anything obviously wrong, but lameness wouldn't show up while the mare was standing still. As Roman pondered it, she crooned lightly to the pretty mare who was, in fact, larger in build and height than Nero. She was perfect for higher levels of competition.
"Alright fine, I'll take her. But if I like her, you have to take me to dinner to thank me for taking her off your hands. If I don't, I'll sell her and you have to make it up to me somehow. Given my wasted time and all." she said lightly with a shrug of the shoulder closest to him, offering an expression that seemed to say, 'Tough luck, chap!' as if he'd given an inkling that he might actually care whether she was in his life or not. "I know, I drive a hard bargain, but I feel like cutting you some slack. You seem like an.... interesting fellow," she said with a slightly mimicked accent, "So I figured I could make an exception and go easy on you." she finished, looking appraisingly at him. Her expression appeared only lightly calculating as if she were driving a serious business deal, but the mirth that played in her eyes showed that she was actually quite enjoying herself. Inwardly it was somewhat nerve-wracking to set herself up for being shot down, but she figured his demeanor so far indicated that he would, in fact, never like to see her again unless she forced him into it.
She rested one leg and placed her hands behind her back, the mare responding by reaching carefully up to sniff at Roman's cheek with a wiggling lip, therein causing a sudden laugh and a slight jump as the woman hadn't been expecting it. Watching the mare withdraw her head back into the stall and sniff at Devin, she returned her gaze to the man and raised her brows expectantly, just managing to refrain from tapping her foot.[/size] when that day comes
look into my eyes
no one's giving up quite yet
we've got too much to lose ---------- lyrics property of augustana[/i] comments: rival fails! but here you go! LOL and if you meant you wanted a new thread we can always skip over and such  [/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by jeremy on Nov 8, 2010 16:46:00 GMT -8
did you dream that the world would know your name?
If she passed out and smacked her head, he would be a witness. Therefore he'd still get dragged in to the lawsuit whether he wanted that or not. He could whine and throw a tantrum the whole way along while the police dragged him from his house and he'd still have to show up in court. “I'd be a witness, so they'd still force to go along,” he said matter-of-factly, crossing his arms across his chest and studying her and the mare. He wasn't concerned that Mayday would put a foot wrong, she never had. Not that Devin had really ever done anything with her, but the time he had she had been everything he had been told. Leaning against the wall now, his arms still crossed he watched as the mare reached out and nuzzled the girl. There was almost a moment where a ghost of smile tried to tug across his lips, but no matter how hard his body wanted too he didn't allow it. Raising an eyebrow at the sight, he was a bit taken back when he came to the realization that she wanted even more out of him. He gave her a horse, what more could she want? Not just any horse, but one of world champion quality. “There's just no pleasing you, is there?”
[/color] He said, his tone lighter and joking. “You do drive a hard bargain, miss Roman,”[/color] he drawled. “But, fine. On the exception that you don't like her we agree on how I make it up to you.”[/color] An interesting fellow? He had heard that one before, but for the reasons that people had known who he was and what he had happened. Looking over at the mare once more with empty eyes, he silently begged her to make the girl like her. He wanted her gone and out of his hands, and if taking her out for dinner was the price to pay, he'd take that any day. Hell, he'd take her out every week for the next two months if that meant he wouldn't have to deal with the familiar raging memories that haunted him. She looked like a striking version of her sister, a bit of a heavier build a year or two older. Her coat was a lighter grey from the months that had passed, but it was just to similar. “I can guarantee that there is nothing interesting about me. My brother is probably a lot more interesting that me, which is saying a lot because watching paint dry is more amusing than talking to him.” [/color] His younger brother and him didn't quite see eye to eye, but at the same time they did manage to get along quite well. Growing up it hadn't been that case, considering the two had many injuries from each other that the nanny hadn't been all that impressed to deal with. Taking Aubrey to the emergency room because Devin pushed him off his pony and broke his arm, having to reset Devin's nose from Aubrey punching him... that was a couple items of the list of more serious injuries she had to deal with. Through it all, all they had needed was a swift kick in the ass perhaps from both parents to cut their shit and they'd be off just fine. Or not, but Devin would have never known. Looking over at her once more, he raised an eyebrow and said, “or I could just take yo out for dinner right now and we'll call it even. I can guarantee you'll like her.”[/color]
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