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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 2, 2011 0:45:45 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King swung himself up gracefully into the saddle. Before he could even fix his reins Donte began to back up. "Whoa, easy boy." Nothing, just thrusting himself backwards, aiming for a water pipe that was used as sprinklers for the lawn. His back leg clipped it and he kicked out and started to rear. The horse had just recently learned to rear when one of his cowboys thought he could ride Donte. Of course King would NEVER allow any of his cowboys to get on his prize thoroughbred. But the cowboy hadn't thought that far ahead and well, Donte had learned the trick of rearing and was keen to practice every day. King cursed under his breath, trying the aim the thoroughbred at something else until he got him moving forward. Donte kicked out when King tapped him with the whip. "Hey," he growled low. Donte pinned his ears, he had his evil look flashing and his teeth were bared as he chomped at the bit aggressively. The horse did a double kick and bounced his butt up in a tiny buck. "Hey! Knock it off!" King said, tapping him with the whip. He got a kick and finally, took the whip as far out and smacked the horse hard. Apparently that was enough. Donte took off in a trot. He spotted a puddle however, dropped his shoulder, and went to take of bucking. Boy did King feel it, and several people seemed to see it, too. Most of the people going in and out of the barn offered help.
"Help would be... great.... But I doubt... that's going to happen," King said when Donte kicked out when someone started to come over.
King spun Donte in a circle, and while he was still disoriented enough he urged him forward threw the puddle. He leaped in the air and bucked before trying to take off.
It wasn't the horse's fault really. It was about 40 degrees and felt 20 with the icy wind. He hadn't been ridden for a week, King was busy with some... police work. And so the horse had pent up energy.
"Come on buddy, you can do it, stop fooling around and get to work," King said. Donte started to relax, his ears were back but they were listening and patient ears rather than evil or distressed ears. He was still chomping madly on the metallic bit, but he was relaxing.
"Good boy," King soothed, patting his withers lightly before softening him down and moving him into the arena. He spotted a horse cantering and decided he was supposed to be too. He tried to trot, but King brought him back down, softened him out, let him get a little loose in the neck, so he wasn't so nervous, and pushed the walk out to extend the strides. The horse hated leg contact, but he put just enough pressure on the inside to keep him bent and enough on the outside to keep his shoulder from popping out. The thing people didn't understand with thoroughbreds, is that they are extremely sensitive. Donte isn't as bad as most, he enjoys getting his mane pulled, doesn't mind body clips and even likes a rough cury under the chin and by the neck. But Donte stops being nice when someone's digging their spurs into his stomach.
King calmed the horse down and made sure to stay out of everyones way. King focused on keeping the warm up walk free and loose and forward. He tapped Donte's belly enough to keep his butt out of the circle and kept his shoulders in. Donte liked to get his butt in, drop shoulder and turn, sprint and buck and typically get his riders off. King was strong, but he was bulky and he typically couldn't stay on long so he had to stop Donte before he got too the point of no return.
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 2, 2011 1:33:29 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
Mary woke up to find herself taking deep, gasping breaths, slender body shaking like a leaf. She glanced at the clock, it was still early, but she knew she wasn’t getting back to sleep any time soon. A dream, probably, but like most dreams, she couldn’t remember what it was. She had the feeling it had contained some piece of her past, obviously some piece of it that she didn’t like at all, to get a reaction like that out of her. Dragging herself out of bed, she shivered as she got out from underneath the covers, the transition from their warmth to the cold air in the room causing goose bumps to be raised all over her skin.
She glanced at herself in the mirror, taking in her reflection. A little pale, tired looking, dishevelled. She mustn’t have slept well at all the previous night. Pushing the thoughts aside, she went into the bathroom, turning the shower on to a level as hot as she could bear, letting the hot water help calm her down a little after she got in. Breakfast was the next step after she had stepped out of the shower, a piece of toast, any appetite she may have had earlier dispersed in her stress.
Another hour drifted past, house silent, lonely. Restless as ever, and not wanting to wait for a cab to arrive if she called one, she headed out, locking the front door behind her, depositing the keys safely in her pocket. She still wasn’t allowed to drive yet, so her only options were really cabs and walking. And since it wasn’t raining right at that point in time, she picked the latter option. The walk wasn’t a short one, but she was at Crossfire eventually. She automatically headed to Honey’s stall.
The chestnut mare was in her stall, thankfully, sweet head sticking out over the top of the stall door to greet Mary as she approached. Princess did as well, retreating back into her stall after she gained a pet on the nose, she never seemed as interested in human contact as the other mare. Smooth, the colt, was friendly enough, but boisterous, and Knight was a different story all together, feisty, and she wouldn’t handle him alone, she wasn’t confident enough for that. Her sessions with Honey were going well, so she was going to stick to handling her the most until she learnt...or remembered...some more about the horses.
Putting the Hanoverian’s halter on, the way Liam had taught her and she had memorised, she clipped on the lead, leading the mare out of the stall. She followed obediently behind, ears flicking contently as Mary led her out of the barn, just a walk, for now. She wouldn’t even ride alone yet. Mary led her out, near the outdoor arenas, stopping near the fence, letting Honey drop her head to graze, one hand rubbing the mare’s neck absently. Her gaze drifted into the arena, falling on a man, riding a high strung stallion...Thoroughbred? her subconscious asked. Well, if that was the first thing she picked up, that must be it. She’d had to learn to rely on that little voice over the past few months, and it hadn’t failed her yet.
She found, after a few moments of studying the pair, that rather than watching the horse, she had been studying the rider more. A dark haired man, around her age, she guessed...unable to draw her eyes away, for now, which caused her mind some confusion. He was just another person, wasn’t he?
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Tagged King Words 593 Outfit Click Muse The Unspeakable Scene - Birds of Tokyo Notes Ah, brain 'splosion. I think I rambled through a lot of that, sorry xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 2, 2011 11:02:14 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King hadn't noticed the pair of eyes on him, along with quite a few others. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out while Donte shook himself loose and stretched his neck to drag on the ground every other stride. "No! What the hell did you do that for?!" There was a long and mutinous pause from King, he looked like an angry rattler, or perhaps the rattler would be nicer compared to the look on King's face. He looked like a killer, like if the person he'd been talking to was in front of him, he would have rung his neck.
"God damn it, get that trailer over there and reposes them damn it!" King said angrily. He noticed a few young ears and decided to refrain from cursing so loudly. "Listen, Contact Redd and have him get the cows all loaded. Tell him there's a list in my office, it should be in my lower cabinet. I'll see what I can do later," King grumbled, knowing he wouldn't be able to refrain from much cursing if he continued.
King clucked for a trot after he gathered up his reins. Donte obliged steadily. King told himself to relax, the stallion was starting to throw his head up in anger because King kept getting too tight on the reins. King was still furious. He probably shouldn't be riding after news like that. One of the cattle sales had sold off a bunch of his cows that were pregnant with his top bull as open heifers and open heifers were three times less the money. It was a million dollar mistake.
King tried to push the thought away. He pat Donte's withers in an effort to calm them both down. King did three circles to the left, then to the right before he sat the trot. He put his inside leg on, outside leg slid back, lifting slightly with his inside thigh and "Canter". Donte picked it up. He immediately wanted to throw his haunches in. "Bdrdrdrrr," King said when he started to get faster when the other horse started to trail his butt.
"He likes to tail gate," King called behind him. The person didn't seem to notice. Donte lifted his back end to kick out at the other horse. The other horse reared, Donte took the thump from the other rider's fall as his cue and went off to the moon. Donte twisted in mid-air, turned and started to buck down the length of the arena. King lost both stirrups, but managed to grab enough rein. He stopped his horse and moved him back into a steady canter immediately. Donte kicked out but then kept going. They cantered over to the horse that was standing riderless in the middle of the arena.
King grabbed the horse's reins and trotted back to the rider on the ground. "What the hell is your deal?!" King called angrily. The person, a young man, was furious.
"My deal?! Your horse kicked out at me!" the prick said.
"I told you he tailgated! Don't you see the red ribbon in his tail!" King yelled with black temper. Donte started to get antsy, backing up and moving sideways and trying to go forward.
"I thought it was for decoration! Your frilly little pony!" The prick said, only just then noticing the deep scar across his face. He then got back on his horse. The man was in a huff on the ground again when King's fist smashed into his jaw.
The horse he'd been riding got jittery and side stepped. King grabbed the reins. "Next time, don't be so stupid. You could have gotten us both killed or our horses injured. If you don't know the rules, don't play the gamed," King said, handing the reins back to the man from his place in the saddle. Donte went to bite the other man's hand but King stopped it. "No need to get yourself sick," King said, patting Donte's withers. He trotted the horse out, stretching him to the ground slowly and then taking him back up. He asked for the canter again, Donte tried to race off, but King slowed him down and made him go to his pace. They did three circles and back to the first one again before they switched directions, he did a figure eight, asking for a lead change in the middle of his circle.
They did three circles that way before King brought him down to a trot. The trot was flowy and free and reaching out. Donte's head was down in a relaxed position where his back was coming threw and not hollowed out like before. When King had started out the horse looked half lame. But now it was a completely different story, different horse in fact. The horse didn't seem to touch the ground, he was flying, gliding along. King did a few leg yeilds, a couple of shoulder-ins and two three loop serpentines before bringing the horse back to a walk and making him move out. "That's all for today. I'll do the half passes tomorrow so you won't be as sore," King said, patting his withers.
When Donte's steaming body was cooled out enough, King walked him out of the arena, the young prick had left moments before, and back to the barn.
He slid off Donte and undid the girth so he could breath. He walked him into the ty-racks and slid his bridle off. He then grabbed the saddle, pad, grith, and half blanket and set them in the tack room where he could clean them when he finished.
Donte didn't need a halter, and he wasn't real big on lunging at horses when they walked by. He didn't even do it to people, unless they had a whip in their hands and he'd just misbehaved. King slid Donte's halter on and clipped him up before he slid his cooler on and began to take off the splint and bell boots. He also took the ribbon out of his tail. The prick was untacking his horse from the other side of the barn, good. He was just waiting to take his anger out on some one.
Donte nudged him gently, begging for a carrot. "Yay ya, Ok, hold on." King found a carrot in his tack box and handed it over to the selfish little pony. "You sure are a lot of trouble buddy," King said quietly. These were the few times King seemed... alive. Most of the time he was quiet and... empty.
Donte gave him a mischievous look before he stood up straighter, lifting his head high, and pawed. "Ah-! No more carrots for you." Donte pinned his ears. He wanted more.
King quickly curried the horse off before he peed in the cross ties. Donte had to be rotated every other week from pasture to pasture because he was a stall walker. And if you left him in a pasture too long he was a pasture walker too. He'd start making crop circles if you left him in there too long.
count. 1187 king's attire. polyvore notes. lol King punched a guy. haha muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 2, 2011 15:33:11 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
Mary hadn’t been watching the pair long when the man pulled the horse up, retrieving a phone from his pocket. She looked away, focusing on Honey, but even from her position, she heard the angry words that came from his mouth. A quick glance towards him confirmed the expression on his face, he looked furious. No, beyond furious, murderous was probably a better way to describe what she saw. She hadn’t really encountered that sort of anger before, well, not to her knowledge, and it made her cringe inwardly, although on the outside she kept an appearance of calm. She was probably overreacting; she was still a little sensitive towards people’s reactions to things, probably because she was still wary of people in general.
She turned back to Honey again; the mare lifted her head, nudging Mary’s shoulder gently. Maybe she would go riding after all today, maybe in the indoor, if there weren’t too many people in there. She had picked it up again quickly, but hadn’t jumped headfirst into it, knowing that despite that, she still didn’t remember a lot of the skills it took to ride properly, safely. She’d get there, eventually; she was just trying her best so she wouldn’t have to end up selling them all. Selling the only piece of her past she had left would kill her.
Busy giving the mare attention, by the time Mary looked back into the arena King’s fist had connected with the other rider’s jaw. Her eyes widened in shock, she hadn’t seen the events unfold beforehand, but even if she had she would’ve reacted the same way. If she hadn’t been holding Honey, she might have gone in to see if the other man was alright, but that, combined with a feeling that told her to stay away held her back.
Mouth dry, she led Honey off, away from the arena, closer to the pastures. She wasn’t going to stay near him any longer than she had to, and hopefully she wouldn’t run into him again, even if she had found him attractive, as she now realised what had drawn her to him in the first instance she saw him riding. Another few minutes letting Honey do her own thing, and she led her back to the barn. And if she had hoped that she wouldn’t have to encounter him again, even if just from a distance, she was wrong.
Unfortunately for Mary, his horse was only up a stall or two from her own. Tying her outside her stall, Mary removed her blankets, folding them and leaving them hanging over the empty stall door, for now. Quietly slipping into the tack room, she retrieved her grooming kit, returning to Honey’s side to start grooming at her. Painfully aware of King and his horse nearby, and something about it made her want to leave.
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Tagged King Words 477 Outfit Click Muse Careful - Paramore Notes Blah, that was terrible. Apologies.
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 2, 2011 15:53:40 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building "Stay still kid," King said, sliding the door shut as he started to change. He'd just got a reminder alarm about his board meeting. If he didn't hurry he'd be late. He threw the jacket over Donte's Rump. The horse was not spooky at all, despite what it looked like out in the ring, so the noise didn't bug him. He tore his dirty shirt off quickly. Grabbing the clean one in his sports bag he'd brought in with him and started to stuff it on, buttoning the buttons quick. He slipped his boots off and changed them for dress boots. Donte munched away on left over hay that was in his stall as he dried off with his cooler on.
King pulled a tie around his neck before reaching in for his dress pants. He set those on Donte's back and then got rid of the riding pants before stuffing his feet in the dress pants. His cell vibrated in his bag. He pulled it out as he was buttoning his pants. "What?!" King said angrily but quietly, so as to not upset Donte.
"I know! Haha. Ya well, if they don't get their shit in gear they'll have to meet with me, and if that doesn't work we'll send Brody Over. Haha." There was a pause as he stepped out of the stall. If he'd been handsome in his horse clothes, he was stunning now, with his clean cut pants and crisp white dress shirt. He set the bag on his trunk and found his jacket. He hugged the phone to his ear with his shoulder before slipping his arms threw the Jacket. He spotted Mariana and winked. It was almost a cold wink, almost a threatening sort of gesture.
King laughed, "Haha, ya that kid always was crazy. Holy sh... what did the Colonel have to say about that? Haha ya, I bet. Hey I'm a little late for a meeting but I'll call you later," he said as he was trying to tie his tie, distractedly. He laughed and said his good bye before his face returned to the normal cold icy King and he tossed the phone in the opening of his bag. He grumbled as he had to take the tie off and untangle the dang thing before trying again.
Donte stuck his nose out of the stall and nudged him tenderly, bellowing deeply. "Ya I know. I'll take the cooler off before I leave and sleep your blanket on," He said. His deft hands giving up on the tie. His hands were freezing without his gloves, he'd have to settle without it. He tossed the tie on the bag before quickly swapping Donte out of his cooler and was sticking the blanket on when Donte tried to bite him. "Oh shut up, you know you'd freeze and die withyour hair clipped so don't be like that," he grumbled as he swatted the horse's face out of the way and he did up the front.
count. 1187 king's attire. polyvore notes. She could maybe offer to tie his tie? Not that she'd really want to, just a suggestion. Oh and you should make her notice his scar. muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 2, 2011 21:30:23 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
He disappeared into the stall behind his horse, and Mary thought that would be it, he would leave, and she could keep on getting to know her horses again a little better without any distractions. Swapping the curry comb she had been using for a body brush, she went over Honey’s coat again. The Hanoverian mare stood calmly, looking as if she was falling asleep whilst being groomed, she was enjoying it that much. His voice floated over the top of his horse’s stall, but she blocked it out, concentrating on her work. She found it hard to concentrate on things now, the doctors said it might take her a while to regain her full focus, after the head injury she had received in the crash, the same one that had caused her amnesia.
He came out of the stall again, finally seeming to notice her standing nearby, she was on the other side of Honey, so she could see over the mares back and directly in his direction. He shot a wink in her direction, it definitely wasn’t the slightest bit friendly, and she found a flash of irritation go through her. Rude git, she thought, attempting to squash the feelings as soon as they appeared. That happened as well, little flashes of irritability, probably overreacting about it, but right now she just felt he was being arrogant.
He...she still hadn’t heard a name for the man...fumbled with his tie, and she found herself slightly amused that with his whole act, he couldn’t manage it. She was surprising herself, really, she usually...well, over the past few months...usually remained neutral towards most people. He just seemed to strike a nerve, even if she hadn’t spoken a word to him yet. Shaking her head slightly at his efforts before he ended up throwing the tie to the side, evidently giving up on getting it done, she dropped the body brush back into the kit. Light steps took her over to the bag, where she picked up the tie, untangling it, ignoring whatever reaction he was having to the intrusion while she worked.
Stepping over to him, she lifted his collar, placing the tie around his neck, before deftly looping it correctly, settling it securely in place, making sure it was sitting just right, before flattening his collar and stepping back slightly to take a look. “You know, for someone who seems to be a businessman, you really should learn how to tie a tie properly,” she said, turning to walk back to Honey again.
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Tagged King Words 424 Outfit Click Muse The New Transmission - Lostprophets Notes Sorry that took a while. I haven't had enough coffee, therefore I'm extremely distractable right now xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 2, 2011 22:06:55 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King grabbed her arm and turned her around before he pushed her against a stall and had two muscular arms on either side of her head. King's eyes were murderous. She had no clue how much the comment hurt. He'd been told things like that when he'd been in New York under 'socialite' company, if you could call them social, their version of social was ripping out someone's tongue and cramming all their customs down your throat.
His eyes were a cold, icy grey, piercing into her own hazel eyes. His lips seemed to curl, on the outside, to anyone looking at the two people, they'd see a smile. But face on it looked more like a snarl, a furious bitter snarl. "Excuse me?" he said, instead of raising his voice like expected, he had it lowered into a low soft whisper.
His breath teased at a few wisps of her soft brunette hair that dangled in front of her face. He stood like a barricade, she could step forward, but she'd only run into his chest, and move to either sides and she'd be caught by strong arms. "For someone so shy you sure do have a big mouth."
His eyes glanced from hers down to her lips. Then slid further down to the base of her throat where he watched her heart beat. A mad thought ran threw his mind. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her soft full lips, his eyes darting back up to her lips. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, it was at all times cold, collected, and calculating, the three C's.
He leaned closer, so close he could feel her breath. But he didn't go much further. Mentally his mind was debating with itself. Give in to temptation or stick with the proper thing to do. He almost said to hell with it, but his phone took that second to ring. He didn't move. He was supposed to answer his phone at all times, just in case of a ranch emergency or- The board meeting.
"Damn it!" King said, answering his phone by the third ring. "What the hell do you want?" he said with vicious temper. King contemplated shutting the phone and chucking it. King stuck to fingers at his collar and blushed a little. "Yes ma'am. I understand. I uh.. am truly sorry." King stuck a hand over his face. Donte nickered from his stall and nodded his head. King sighed as he hung up. "I think Rosa quit... again." Donte perked his ears, not understanding but willing to try. He stretched his neck out to reach at King. King brushed a hand on his velvety lips before he grabbed his things. "I'll be back, don't kill any body." The horse pinned his ears and tried to bite at King, probably more for the fact that he was being left without his goodies and less for the fact he understood what King said. But King liked to think he understood.
He left walking past little Ms. Know-It-All and down to his BMW M3, not even giving her the recognition.
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King returned an hour and a half later. He looked tired and he had his tie hanging loose around his neck, his hair with rumpled from all the times he'd ran a hand threw it. He spotted Donte, half asleep, his head hanging out of his stall into the aisle. King smiled drousily. "Make sure to remind me to put a listing in the ad for a new house keeper."
Donte looked over drowsily. "Ya, me too buddy. Me too." King kept getting a sinking feeling that someone was trying to embezzle money from the bank he'd invested some of his money in. And every time the subject came up the vice president started to get sketchy.
"Today is not a good day buddy. Not good at all," he said. He undid the stall front and opened it. Donte looked at him tiredly. "Come on, I've got your goodies by the car." He didn't even bother with a halter, he grabbed his mane though, if he did try anything, which he never did even when he had first got him. King walked him to the BMW and he popped the trunk before pulling out some Alfalfa pellets in a bag and some A&M(alfalfa and molasses) pellets in another. He threw them over each shoulder and walked him over to the feed barn. He was getting low on his grain so he'd picked up some more.
When they reached the barn Donte started to clean up the mixed hay that was on the floor. Donte needed all the food he could get, he always burned it off by doing his stall walking.
Donte looked over at another horse nearby. He looked over at King and started to walk off. All King had to do was snap his fingers and the horse would stop and come walking back. "I highly doubt that person would like your foal as a present, at least, not when it isn't expected," King said. The horse munched away on the hay. King scooped out some pellets before adding his supplements and then shook the bucket and Donte bellowed, perked his head up and walked forward eagerly. With anyone else they would have been plowed over to get to the goodies. But Donte knew better.
King walked him back to the barn. Donte trotted eagerly into his stall and waited. The second King reached the door DOnte tried to shove his head into the bucket. "Knock it off. You try that every day and get the same results you crazy horse," he said, dipping it into the water bucket before dumping it in a little rubber bowl in the corner of his stall. Donte started to eat, making gurggling baby noises with his slushy goodies.
King pulled out a cigar, half a cigar actually. Unlit. He pulled out his lighter and flicked it on, looking at the flame. He watched it dance in the wind before he shut it, stuck it in his pocket and took the cigar away from his mouth. He was trying to quit. But with todays episodes he was sure he could have just one drag, but one drag would leave to several until there was nothing left of his cuban cigar.
He stuff the cigar back in his pocket and held his head in his hands. "People are crazy." He smirked a little at the reminder of a common country song. "And beer sounds good right now."
count. 1103 king's attire. polyvore notes. So close, but I couldn't do that to him lol ^^ poor Mari, and I bet she was looking forward to that kiss too! muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 3, 2011 1:44:50 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
When Mary turned to walk away, she hadn’t expected to feel a hand clamp onto her arm, turning her around, pulling her backwards. Her back hit the wooden wall of a stall, not extremely hard, but not exactly gently either. She didn’t have to think about who it would be, however, since she and King had been the only people occupying the aisle as of a few moments before. Panic gripped her like a vice, instincts screaming at her to get out of there, what was he doing? The look she had seen on his face in the arena had returned to his face as he stared at her, any thoughts of dodging him and running out of there had been cut off as he placed both arms on either side of her head, boxing her in, knowing full well if she tried anything now he would just catch hold of her again. She didn’t answer him, she had said far too much to him already. Quite frankly, his reaction wasn’t one she had expected, she hadn’t intended the words to cause that sort of reaction, they were spoken lightly. But he hadn’t thought of them that way. She was aware of how close he was, feeling his breath against her forehead, seeing the strands of brunette hair that had fallen astray over her face move gently with it, but she didn’t move at all, remaining frozen against the wall, heart racing in her chest, almost as if she were watching a dangerous animal, waiting to see whether it would decide to strike or not. She watched his gaze slide from her eyes, downwards to his neck, his look turning more...contemplative...than murderous now. His gaze rose again, and she didn’t blink as he leaned in further, unbearably close now. What was he doing? Her mind went even further into panic mode, not sure if she wanted this or not... His phone started ringing again, the tone seeming to be magnified even though there had been no actual change in its volume during the intense silence. At the third ring, he finally ripped himself away from her, answering it. Mary still didn’t move, perhaps staying still wouldn’t draw his attention back to her. It seemed to work...either that or he was deliberately ignoring her now. He finished his phone call, spoke to his horse, then picked up his bags and left, not even giving her a second glance. She still didn’t move, however, until King had rounded the corner of the barn and was out of sight. Only then did she lower herself into a crouching position, limbs trembling, feeling like she had just stared death in the face and survived. Too bad she couldn’t help but find him so damn attractive. ***** She spent the next hour and a half grooming her horses, not feeling up to trying any riding today, not even on Honey. The barn had become a lifeline for her, her horses recognised her, and that’s all that it took for her to feel like she needed to be here now. She still didn’t know enough to do that much with them, but she had picked up the basics. She also spent the time cleaning out their stalls, even getting Knight out by herself today; the stallion was surprisingly well behaved, well, more than she thought he would be. She put Honey, Princess and Smooth out in the pastures, the two mares in the same paddock, Smooth in a smaller one a distance off. She was exhausted when she made her way back to Honey’s empty stall, mostly from the horrible lack of proper sleep she had gotten the night before. A good night’s sleep was getting harder and harder to come by, and it was concerning her doctors, they were worried that she was too stressed. And, the last thing she wanted was them to suggest she be admitted again for another few months. Letting herself into the now clean stall, she shut the door behind her, sinking down onto the clean straw, leaning against the stall wall. She didn’t even fight it as sleep crept up on her, causing her to fall into a semi-heavy doze where she was. Enough that she slept through King’s arrival back at the barn, his movements with Donte, and until he had fallen silent where he sat with his cigar. The only thing that woke her was when her head began to slowly tip to one side from where it had been leaning against the stall wall, automatically jerking into wakefulness before it completely dropped. Drowsily, she thought she should get home, try to sleep properly, in her own bed, a stall probably wasn’t the best place for it. Standing, she let herself out of the stall, stifling a yawn, turning to go towards the entrance. When she saw King sitting there. Shit.
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Tagged King Words 813 Outfit Click Muse Love Is Such A Crazy Thing - Pink Notes Possibly the longest post I've done in a while xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 3, 2011 11:00:54 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building He spotted her walk out of the stall. He watched her a second before he stood up and walked after her. "Hey. you aren't going to drive half asleep are you?" he asked seriously. She'd at least need to wake up a little more before she tried driving away in tha state.
He looked her over, she had bits of hay in her hair and her clothes were all wrinkled from sleeping in the stall. He lifted an eyebrow at her appearance. "You fall asleep in there?" he asked with his cold, collected voice.
He looked at her. She really shouldn't be driving half asleep. "Do you have anyone to drive you home?" he asked, more awake now than he had been befoe he'd known she was here. Now that he wasn't alone he grew more alert. He gave no notice to the way his heat thud against his chest at her disheveled state. The way she looked, as if she'd been in a passion, and in his mind it had been him she'd been in a passion with.
count. 1187 king's attire. polyvore notes. sorry its so short I'm on my Kindle. muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 3, 2011 16:16:05 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
Mary shut the stall door behind her, she was just going to keep walking past him, and hope that he was going to continue ignoring her like he had before he had left. She wasn’t in luck, however, he looked up, watching her for a few brief moments before he stood, just after she passed by where he was sitting, and spoke to her. Her steps faltered, should she keep going, ignore his question? She had the feeling that if she did that, he was just going to follow her and keep asking until she answered him. Half reluctantly, she stopped walking, turning to look at King again. “No, I’m not driving,” she answered, wondering why he’d want to know.
His gaze made her feel a little uneasy; it never seemed to change in the slightest. It didn’t help that she couldn’t shake the thoughts of the earlier incident out of her mind as she looked back at him, she really couldn’t tell how she felt about it all. She shifted nervously, she was wary of most people, but this man just left her feeling confused.
“I’m walking home, actually,” Mary replied.
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Tagged King Words 192 Outfit Click Muse Everyday Combat - Lostprophets Notes Tis okay, mine was shockingly tiny xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 3, 2011 19:09:38 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King looked at her. "What about your car?" He asked curiously. This woman was a mystery. Maybe she was lying? Why would someone lie about walking home? He was jumping to conclusions before he even got any answers out of her and his conclusions didn't even make sense.
He figured it was the stress of the day and the fact that he was tired. His phone rang, his other phone, his 'work' phone. He glanced at it but didn't answer. He'd call back when he was alone. No need to make her curious about his line of work. Or his previous line of work, that he'd given up, right?
King glanced at the time briefly. Maybe he could catch some dinner, since Rosa quit. "Do you want to go to dinner with me?" he asked. "Seeing as my cook quit I'm stuck with two options, eat out, or eat cereal," he said, the edges of his mouth quirked a little and he seemed to be... smiling or at least his eyes were, which is probably a first at least a first in a few months. "I'm buying," King said.
count. 1103 king's attire. polyvore notes. So close, but I couldn't do that to him lol ^^ poor Mari, and I bet she was looking forward to that kiss too! muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 3, 2011 19:59:30 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
Mary looked at him. “I can’t drive. Not right now, anyway,” she answered, almost as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. She couldn’t remember how to drive, and unless that piece of her memory was going to return to her soon, she was going to have to walk, or get a cab everywhere until she learnt how to drive a car again. Not that she was too keen on cars at the moment, it was a car accident that had taken her memory from her in the first place, and even if she wasn’t driving, every time she got into one of the vehicles it was with an air of wariness.
Another phone started ringing, and he pulled out another phone. Was he always on that thing? She had already seen him in three phone conversations since she had first seen him, and it was starting to become a trend. But unlike last time, he did ignore it this time, glancing quickly at it before putting it away again, and returning his gaze back to her again. Could she go now, or was he going to...dinner? She couldn’t help but be a little suspicious of it, she had no idea who he was, and after the earlier episode...
She almost wanted to tell him he could just have cereal, but after the reaction he had over the tie comment earlier, she figured it would probably be a bad move. Crossing her arms, hugging her slender waist gently, she looked back at him, noting the almost smile on his face, the one that she saw in his eyes but not in his expression really. “Dinner, with you?” she echoed, a contemplative expression crossing her face. “I...I’m sorry, I don’t even know you,” she said after a moment, clearly a little confused now, probably due to his sudden change of mood.
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Tagged King Words 313 Outfit Click Muse Storytelling - Funeral For A Friend Notes *pats poor confuzzled Mary* Well, that post was better than my last xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 3, 2011 20:33:19 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King looked at her, eyes narrowed a little, his expression of what ever happiness or what ever you wanna call it, was gone, replaced again with that same veil of the three C's, but this time, not as intense. "Of course," he said. Brushing past her immediately. Pulling out his phone and calling back. His swift, long, graceful legs took him to the car faster than she could probably run.
"Ryder, what a surprise," he said darkly as he got in the car, starting it up, the BMW M3 was a 'Right-Me-Up' red. He sped down the drive quickly, little pebbles went flying, a horse nearby spooked a little, tail raised and his trot was floaty and elegant.
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King was gone the next day after his little encounter with Mari. King did show up the next day however, with a truck covered in mud that was pulling a stock trailer. He had his nicer one in the shop, getting better padding on the floor and having the ramp redone.
King parked. He had on a cowboy hat, his white working stetson. The thing was equally covered in mud. King pulled it off, looking at it and grimacing. He tossed it back in the car window.
He walked to the opening of the trailer. The trailer shook madly. King carefully opened up the back. The horse screamed bloody murder. "Christ! Just as annoying as your owner," King glowered.
He walked in. "Whoa boy. Shhh... Bdrrrdrrr. It's ok- HEY!" he growled when the stallion tried to kick him. "Shit, how did he gt you in here so easy?" He grabbed the lead quickly, the stallion tried to take a chunk out of his arm but King quickly jerked on the lead, the chain around his halter seemed to do an effect. The stallion backed up and was somewhat preoccupied while King untied the lead. He made the stallion back out. The horse seemed to be growling at him, and his eyes were all white and crazy as if he were truly insane.
"How the hell does he ride you in the first place?" King said. When they got out the horse immediately tried to drag King off, or get away. King sat back against the stallion's strong tug. Holy crap. The horse didn't relent and even tried to kick out at King. "What is this horse on?" King said, tugging as hard as he could to direct him back in the other direction where his pasture was. King managed to turn the horse around and just managed to unclip the lead before the horse took off in a dead bolt, barreling right to a fence, he turned and did the same thing. Much like a distressed and trapped animal would. But the horse seemed more like he was going to- Up and over the fence he went. Shit. "HEADS UP! LOOSE HORSE!"
Christ, "Why the hell didn't he say he was a jumper," he grumbled. He ran for his truck, grabbing a rope and then running in to where Donte was. He pulled Donte out without the halter, donte trotted with excitement, seeming to wonder what the hell was going on. King leaped on the horse before he even got out the barn and charged him hell for leather after the other horse, who was screaming down the rows of pastures, heading for the arenas. If there was an inexperienced rider with a spooky horse it could mean all the difference if he stopped the horse, the one called Hot Shot.
King, thank god, still had his gloves on. He looped the rope as Donte raced out, enjoying his sprint. Donte, popped a buck, King gripped his mane. "Hey," he warned. Donte flicked his ears back in annoyance King thought. He held out the loop, hovering over Donte's shoulders. Best not to hook it on the leg like calves, that probably injure the poor animal, well the animal any way. He threw the loop, it touched his muzzle but the loop didn't go around. Shit, cattle weren't usually this fast, that wasn't ant excuse though. King didn't have much time before they reached the arena. He gathered up the rope and tried something different. He steered the horse by pushing Donte closer and getting him in front of the other horse. Other people were standing around too, calling out heads up. King Tossed the rope again, it seemed to hover and then catch. "Whoa," King said to Donte as he sat back and deep, Donte, reluctantly, following suit. King had to hold on tight. The horse didn't want to relent. But finally seemed to realize he was caught. King tightened up the rope quickly. He turned Donte and trotted them back to the barn. The horse went to bite Donte and Donte pinned his ears and threatened back. King nudged the other horse with his steel toed boots. "Hey," he warned. He hopped off and quickly got the horse into the stall before immediately calling up Ryder.
"You think thats real funny don't you? Funny! Jesus christ Ryder someone could have been killed! Ya I'm pissed! Hold on, there's a little kid. I wouldn't want to injure their innocence with what I'm about to tell you where you can stick your humor, and that damn horse. He's crazy!" There was a pause. "You have him on steriods or something?! Seriously, that horse is bad tempered and should be put down. Ya I know. Ok. Well I'm not getting on that thing, I'm old I'm not stupid."
King swung up on Donte before continuing with his conversation. He trotted him out of the barn easily. Donte seemed to understand he wouldn't have to go to work. "Your not bringing more of.. those kinds of horses are you? Haha, you better not let him hear that. Ya well, haha ya. How's Harvey? Damn, and his leg? God, that son of a...." King eyed a mother with a little girl and held his tongue as they trotted by. "Ya. Hey, I gotta go. I'm cooling my poor thoroughbred out after that sprint. You better not pull that again. Ya ya of course he was ACEd," King said before turning Donte out in his pasture. King moved his truck and trailer out of the way quickly and then sat and waited for the arenas to be less busy so he could take Mr. Crazy-Horse for a ride. He made a few calls while he was sitting on his trunk waiting for time to tick away.
count. IDK some big number king's attire. polyvore notes. There was a horse like that at my barn once, ran straight threw the neighbors yard into barbed wire, twice. He ended up being a fantastic Three day and especially dressage horse, but he hospitalized two people I believe and then was eventually put down in his older ages when he became too much to handle :/ muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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Post by hannahdrayton on Jan 3, 2011 21:22:43 GMT -8
I SEE YOU THERE, DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM
Mary almost instantly felt bad when the ‘smile’ disappeared from King’s face, being replaced by that cold stare he had been using every other time she had encountered him that day. She probably should have expected that reaction from him at her words, after everything she had seen today. Then again, she half didn’t understand why he took it so hard, a perfect stranger had just asked her to dinner, she didn’t even know his name, and the last interaction she had with him, he’d had her back against a wall and had absolutely terrified her. He brushed past her, and she half turned to watch his quickly retreating back. Well, she was doing a brilliant job of stuffing everything up today, wasn’t she? ***** It was funny, how one tiny little thing could bring back a memory that was now ground so deep down into someone’s mind it was nearly irretrievable. Mary hadn’t remembered any people from her past so far. She still remembered some skills, such as cooking, and strangely enough, she could play the piano, but when it came to people she once knew...there was nothing. And she hadn’t been expecting, upon walking into Crossfire that she would finally remember something, even if it was only a tiny piece, and it was the only thing she would remember, for now. Walking up the drive, something drew her gaze to someone who had just stepped out of a truck, wearing a white Stetson. It wasn’t the person himself who drew her attention, it was the hat. Her father used to wear one just like it when she was younger. That tiny piece of information hit her, almost with the effect of being hit by a truck. She couldn’t remember his face, couldn’t remember anything else except for that miniscule fact. And there was nobody or nothing else there to help try and jog her memory along by adding to it, unfortunately. She only realised who was actually wearing it when he pulled it off, throwing it back inside the truck. She had been pretty much frozen on the spot, against one of the paddock fence lines, staring up until that point. Taking deep breaths, she sunk down onto the ground, back leaning against the fence, trying to calm herself down. She vaguely heard the next lot of events as he chased the horse down, but she was half in shock, fighting down feelings of nausea. The doctors told her it would be difficult, but they hadn’t told her it would be like this. Perhaps it was because she was alone, perhaps she was just stressed, tired, she didn’t know. She was eventually able to stand, a little wobbly on her feet, and as white as a ghost, heading in the direction of the barn. Heading to the only place she really knew was safe, to her horses. Past King, feeling tears prick in her eyes. Out of all the people who had to be wearing that damn hat, it had to be him, didn’t it?
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Tagged King Words 506 Outfit Click Muse My Bloodstream - Daveit Ferris Notes Eh, she has to start remembering eventually. Just so happens he just helped it along xD
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Post by kingstonkrown on Jan 3, 2011 21:57:52 GMT -8
The King Has Left The Building King spotted her, and at first he'd been intent on staring her down, but the second he saw the tears it felt like someone had punched him in the gut. 'Damn me to hell,' he thought as he walked after her quickly. 'Now what genius? You're not exactly good with the ladies?'
"Hey," he said, his voice surprising the hell out of him. Was that his voice being so soft and concerned? He spoke again, mentally trying to assure himself he wasn't imagining his own tone. "You ok? You don't look too good?"
King didn't really notice a man who had walked by, it kind of felt like it was just the two of them in their own world. King had no clue how to offer comfort to person, any human being, and especially... especially a woman. But he was surprised to feel as if he'd do what ever he could, what ever he could humanly do to make this woman smile again, or even get mad enough so that light would come into her eyes. "You aren't going to turn on the waterworks to make me feel bad for you, are you?" he asked coldly. That fleeting second of his tender self gone, almost as if.. as if it had never even happened.
King wasn't willing to fall for a woman's tricks again. They always hurt too much, to trust anyone hurt too much, and King was too old to start playing games with another woman out for his money. A thought hadn't occured to King's warped mind. Who was to say she even knew who he was or how rich he really was? But King didn't want to listen to logic when it came to this woman, she already seemed to make him feel uncomfortable... vulnerable.
King didn't need anyone to rely on. He had himself and his horse and he was good with that! Damn it, he'd make himself happy if he needed to!
count. IDK some big number king's attire. polyvore notes. Awww Poor Mari! muse. radioactive by kings of leon
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