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Post by rebelgirl522 on Feb 25, 2011 18:44:46 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
The tall man moved down the aisle, muttering to himself. "Which stall was it? Where did I put Ty??" A flustered expression flashed across his face. Devin was used to not knowing where he was, back home he knew everything. Could find his way around the farm with his eyes closed and hands tied behind his back, here he felt like a newborn colt trying out his legs for the first time. Wobbly, confused, and looking for comfort. But unlike the colt, his comfort wasn't right next to him waiting, no she was a stocky black mare named Tyranny. If he could ever find her.
Grumbling and dragging his feet he sat down on a bale of hay outside of another horse's stall. Maybe the owner would come by soon, and see him sitting here looking pathetic and give him some help. Hopefully, a guy not a girl. The girl would probably laugh at him and use it against him.
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Post by m4ry3 on Feb 26, 2011 0:50:37 GMT -8
 somehow i always get strongerShe gently shut the door of her dark blue F-250, stepping out into the cool, Spring air. She figured it would warm up later today, but for now she wore a pink Abercromie jacket with a fur lined hood, keeping her warmer in the crisp early air. Dixie was hung over, plain and simple, but she had a barrel race coming up, therefor her horses needed to get out and do something. It was rare she ran her little mare on the pattern, unless she was warming up before a race. She did this because her mare was quite the mental little thing, getting entirely too wound up over the three canned pattern, and going completely nuts in the gate if she was worked to much. She was picky, and it too Dixie three years to get on a program that worked. Today she would probably ride Quickdraw and pony her pole horse Kiss around the property or something.
Dixie ran her fingers through her tight curls, bringing the thick blonde mane to the side of her neck, pulling the hood over her head in an attempt to shield her eyes from the sun. Last night had been rough, and Mr. Jack Daniel's had done her in for a doozie. She did not remember much of what happened, but this morning she woke up in a white tank top and navy pajama pants with her arms wrapped around a wine jug. She was not sure how she even got home and why she was sleeping with a wine bottle. She didn't particularly care though, she had stopped at the coffee shop on her way to the barn and spiked the cup with Baileys. A little hair of the dog to cure her hangover.
A pair of Miss Me's clung lowly to her hips, a leather belt wrapped around her waist with a belt buckle hooking it tight. A navy flannel, AERO shirt clung to her thin torso, and around her big chest. Only part of the letting was visible though the zipped up pink jacket. With every step that Dixie took closer to Quick's stall, her Orange topped Twisted X's drug a little, the hot pink and silver custom spurs clunking along with the stride. He yawned, finishing off the cup of coffee and chunking the paper cup into the plastic garbage can along the aisle; her green eyes falling upon a dashing man whom sat atop a hay bale outside her horses stall. "Can I help you?" she asked, a smile falling over her pink lips, her white teeth shining for a moment. Dixie was a friendly person, and she enjoyed making new friends, not to mention she was a little hussie and the boy was NOT bad looking. She reached into her pocket, a piece of carrot in there, and she handed it to the grey mare through the bars of the stall, Quick's velvet muzzle tickling her hand as she grabbed the carrot. Dixie wiped her hand on her jeans, leaning against the stall door and looking down, one boot crossed over the other and her manicured hand slipping into her pocket. She noticed the guy looked lost, so why not help someone in need.
OUTFIT;
QUICKDRAW!
[ignore the old lady on the horse, LOL]
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Feb 26, 2011 19:49:42 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
Shy and not the quickest by nature, the blonde girl startled Devin. His cheeks flushed slightly with embarassment from being caught off guard by this beautiful girl. "Can I help you?" She asked him with a smile across her face. Reaching up to take his budwieser cap off as he stood. A feeble attempt at seeming like he wasn't forcing himself not to stare at her body. A girl grown like that wasn't something you saw everyday. Unless you've paid for it
[/b] A smirk slid across his lips as the thought ran through his mind. "I'm new here, and can't seem to remember with stall I put my horse in...."Devin hesitated a second then remembered he hadn't properly introduced himself. Damn, move off the farm...well, what was left of it. And completly forget the manners your momma taught you. He stuck out a calloused, tanned hand to the blonde. "Oh yeah, uhm. I'm Devin. Nice to meet ya" [/sub][/blockquote] OOC- sorry for the suckyness. and the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo! |
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Post by m4ry3 on Feb 26, 2011 20:30:58 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger Ranch bred and ranch raised, just like some of the finest roping horses in Texas, that was Dixie. She was from generations of rodeo cowboys and cowgirls and cattle ranchers around Texas. Her family had a deep root in her hometown of Stephenville, Texas and around the rest of the great state. Dixie loved her roots and her family, and family was something extremely important to the Brooks clan. The family gatherings were always loud and sometimes got a little crazy, but her family was really tight and often called each other everyday to partake in family gossip. Southern Belles at their finest.
Dixie had recently moved to Addison because she was bored at Tarelton State, and she wanted new scenery and new boys. She moved in with her older brother Lane, and together they tore up the town. They were very much a like in their ways, both loved to party, get loud, and drink as much as they could. Dixie was the worst, usually having a fifth of Jack Daniels to herself and reluctant to share. She had been secretly attending field parties since the age of twelve back in Stephenville, the girl could handle her liquor. She smiled when she watched the mans face get a little flustered as she explained his situation. She could help, its not like she was in any super rush today. It was still pretty early, she could get all three of her horses done. “Well let me help you out. What’s it look like?” she asked, her deep Texas accent sticking out like a sore thumb.
She pushed herself off the stall door as the handsome man stood up and extended his hand. She took it in her own tanned hand, her skin soft and smelt of Vanilla. “I’m Dixie Brooks,” she replied, her green eyes flicking. A lot of people had the misconception that Dixie had surgery to enhance her features, and they were totally wrong. She was 100% natural, and she thanked god everyday for her figure. God didn’t make them like this all the time, so she knew she was lucky. She might be cocky, but working her assets got her a lot of things from the truck outside to drinks in the club. ”Now, do you remember at all where you think she was? Was she more towards the doors, the tackroom, the indoor?” she asked. She knew that it was easy to get lost in this barn, it was massive and full of hundreds of horses belonging to people in Addison.
OUTFIT;
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[ignore the old lady on the horse, LOL]
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Feb 27, 2011 14:56:20 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
Her accent stood out slightly, Devin's was a tad bit stronger then her's, more country then southern. The perfect mix of the two some would say. "Well, she's a black mustang if that helps ya any?' Probably wouldn't only God knows how many mustangs or black horses are in this stable.
The blonde shook his hand and introduced herself as Dixie Brooks. Her name sounded alot like a country singers, but he'd never tell her that. Dev was one to keep his thoughts to himself for the most part. "Nice to meet ya Dixie. Call me Dev if ya'd like." It embarassed Devin how quite he was around girls but with the guys he was off the wall and outgoing, sometimes this caust him a few girls. Shy guys who rode wild horses for a living didn't really do it for most girls around here.
Crossfire was HUGE compared to the twenty horse barn that his pop had owned. There he would of known were every horse was and everything about each of them. Course, Devin made it his job to know each of them, otherwise working them just didn't feel as right. Dixie asked him if he knew around were it was he cast his eyes down and ran a hand through his short cropped hair before putting his cap back on. "Not really sure, but I'm guessing it was by the tack room." Once again his face flushed at his failure of remembering were his own horse was.
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Post by m4ry3 on Feb 27, 2011 18:25:20 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger A black mustang, well that narrowed it down to about twenty horses. Hell if all twenty horses where here, then it could make their job a little bit easier. She nodded her head, her eyes wondering around the barn area to do a quick scan for a puff of black mane or something. "Uhm, well. Thats about twenty horses, lets just start walkin'," she said, waiving her tanned hand towards the other end of the barn. Here horses were between the doors towards the arena and the tack room. She thought it was a good location and had picked it out. The horses around her were her two brothers horses. It was a family location it seemed, but she didn't mind. She knew all the horses got along together and would not fight through the bars. Plus, she knew the temperments and they could all keep an eye on eachothers mounts.
She smiled when he spoke of the name "Dev" also. She could see how that stuck, plus it was easier to say when she was hammered. "Its usually just Dixie or D for me, but my nickname in high school was Double Ds," she chuckled. On her high school rodeo team, a ruffie named Danny came up with her nickname, obviously because she was equiped in the chest area. The name stuck and soon she was known around Stephenville as Double D. When she was at local rodeo's often the name came back up and still people refered to her as that. It did not really bother her, but she would rather be called D or just Dixie. It was a much nicer nickname and a little less awkward for a "first time meeting nickname".
She wondered away from her barrel horses stall, looking over her shoulder to see if Devin was following her down the aisle. When he mentioned that his horse was somehwere around the tack room, she decided to make that their starting destination. "So Dev, tell me a bit about yourself," she said, slowing her gate so that she could walk beside him. Her hands fell into the pockets of her pink jacket. Her spurs making a clinking sound with everyfoot step. Dixie was a friendly person, but she was also a flirty person. She was very comfortable with her sexuality and her body. She was confident and borderline cocky, but that was just how she was. Some people loved it and some people hated it.
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[ignore the old lady on the horse, LOL]
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Feb 27, 2011 18:36:37 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
A laugh escaped his mouth before he could swallow it when Dixie mentioned her nickname. "Well, if ya don't mind, I think I'll stick with Dixie. It's a pretty name." She had headed in the direction that he hoped Tyranny was down, Devin followed a few paces back, hoping to stay out of small talk.
"So Dev, tell me about yourself" Shit, shit shit. So much for no small talk. Dixie's stride lessened so they were side by side. "Well, there isn't too much to say really. I'm from a small town in Alabama, my family's farm burned down. We had thirty horses and my mare Tyranny is one of the ten that made it...." He hesitated slightly before continuing. Normally, he wouldn't have said much other then the fact that he was a bronc rider looking for some new scenery, but for some reason. This girl was easy to talk to, so far. "I am a professional bronc rider, and fool around with bulls a bit. But I find horses more entertaining. A bit more unpredictable. All bulls are like out to kill and......well, horses each are different." Devin seriously hoped she understood what he meant and didn't think he was a bumbling fool. Turning his head slightly to make eye contact, "What about yourself?"
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Post by m4ry3 on Mar 3, 2011 17:42:16 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger Dixie smirked when he said he would just prefer to call her by her real name, not some nickname refering to her boobs. She had always thought her name was pretty, and she thought it was unique. Not every Debutaunt's momma named them Dixie. "Why thank you," she replied in reference to her name being pretty. She was also glad her mom didn't decide to rhyme her name with her brothers, Wayne and Lane. She was not sure what kind of hooligans her mom would have come up with, seeing as her moms name was Jordanna. God bless the South and their random name selections.
Dixie raised an eye-brow when he mentioned loosing their family farm in Alabama. She knew he had an accent, and she loved her country boys; that was for sure. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. That's horrible. How did it happen?" she asked, her mind wondering to possiblities and more questions popping into her head. She didn't know what she would do if one day her mom or dad called her and said they lost the ranch. That ranch was the only home she had ever known. She had walked there, rode her first horse there, kissed her first boy there, fell in love there, gotten her heart broken there, and so much more. It was her home, her true home, and it held so many precious memories and great times. The ranch was the families lively hood.
Dixie knew exactly what he was saying; she may be blonde but she was not stupid. She could get metophorical, and she thought the words he put out were borderline beautiful. She had also always been one for a cute ruffie. "Oh nice. My twin brother rides bulls and broncs, but he prefers the bulls because there is more money to be made. A lot of people like to see someone get bucked off a rank bull for some reason, but he is just coming back. Broke his back about a year ago, and it still just ain't quite right," she replied kind of wondering into her own world for a second. She was kind of eccentric, but most people acredited it to her being young. She hated that! She was about twenty years old; she was NOT a baby. Most of her relationships were with older men. She was not young, and her heart was just wild and free, along with her mind.
"Well," she answered, "I'm from the small college town of Stephenville, Texas. I moved here with my brother cause I didn't like Tarelton State. Actually, I don't care for college period. So I just rodeo now to make a living and help with the rent and groceries. Three siblings living in the same house can be tough on the pocket for just one person," she teased before continuing, "I actually run barrels, poles, and do breakaway roping. I used to do some team, but I never could find a decent partner, plus if I miss the calve then I know I screwed up, not my partner screwed me up," she added. She hated blaming people for stuff, and just liked to stay in good graces. It was a had thing to do when you were Dixie Brooks, but she tried her damndest.
Her green eyes scanned the area as they approached the tackroom, looking for a black mustang with the name Tyranny. She was sure they would find it together, even if they were walking slow as snails talking. One thing Dixie loved doing was talking, but meeting new people, especially cute ones, was another favorite thing.
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Mar 4, 2011 16:46:03 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
The day that the ranch burned down flashed through his mind. The only reason why Tyranny and his momma's horse Vendetta made it was cause he and Macy, the girl who broke his heart by cheating on him. Without that happening though, he probably wouldn't be here at Crossfire so he guessed it was his silver lining. But still, just thinking about the ranch made him get teary eyed. The loss of all the horses and the house. It was a terrible blow and had made this already quite man even quiter. "Well, I'm not really sure as to what happened, I had been out riding and came back at break neck speed when my riding partner noticed the smoke.' Devin wasn't going to mention that he had been distracted by said riding partner when she noticed the smoke. Thats when he jumped up, leaving his shirt on the ground where Macy had thrown it and took off towards the house. Three days later was when he caught the whore with his best friend.
"He broke is back? Is he ya know, still walking?" Devin felt like he was treading on eggshells now, This is exactly why I keep my mouth shut normally
[/b] He turned and looked at her "Shit, I'm sorry, don't answer that. I'm stupid. His face was turning red as he spoke and he could feel it heating up so, Devin just stopped talking and turned back to look at the stalls, now hoping that Tyranny was somewhere near. Hearing Dixie continue on about her riding the corner of his mouth turned up a bit. Well thats good, a country girl. Perfect.[/i] Devin wasn't anywhere near as comfortable with the other sex as this girl seemed to be. He'd only ever had sex with one girl and she wound up crushing him. He'd kissed plenty of girls and has only done anything more with Macy, but after dating for four years its kinda expected. At least thats what his friends told him. Maybe now, he'd found someone to at least get his mind off of Macy and the ranch. [/sub][/blockquote] and the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo! |
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Post by m4ry3 on Mar 5, 2011 0:13:29 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger Dixie's eyes scanned the man's features, noticing she hit a glint of pain come over his face as she mentioned what happened to the farm. She bit the side of her lip, she suddenly felt that she treaded on thin ice with the comment. She hated getting personal with people, but she liked to know things and she had always been the curious person in the family. She had always been the one to ask why and how or what happens. It was just how Dixie was, but she never meant harm by it. She was just a curious personality who didn't know how to shut up at appropriate times to shut up.
"I'm so sorry. That is so horrible. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. I don't mean to hit a nerve," she said with a hint of tenderness in her voice. She had a motherly side to her and adored kids, but she was too young and wild for all that talk right now. She of course just wanted to have fun right now, drink all she wanted and do what she wanted. No one stayed nineteen and beautiful for long, and of course true to southern heritage her family expected her to be married by twenty-three and no later. She didn't mind the time limit, but she felt like she had quite a bit to get out of her system for a while.
Dixie raised an eye-brow when the man she walked beside asked if her baby brother could still walk. When it first happened they were not so sure that Wayne would ever recover fully, but Wayne was beating all the odds. "Oh yeah, he is back ridin' the rough stock and his horses, but he isn't starting off to good this year. He is makin' most of his money being a pick-up man, cause when he gets bucked off her hurts real bad, and Tandy makes sure that he don't get back on if he gets pile drived. He is about 85% recovered right now, maybe ninety," she replied to his question, not fazed by it at all. She was sure that if Wayne actually had not recovered, then things would be different, but Wayne was a Brooks, and the Brooks family never quit and never gave up hope. It was what helped make them a special breed.
She smiled when he began apologizing for the comment, she lifted her shoulders into a shrug, "It doesn't do any harm to ask. I don't mind," she replied as a smile spread across her lips. Her green eyes scanned around the barn before coming along a little black mustang. She stopped and peaked in between the bars of the stalls, looking over her shoulder. "This her?" she asked, turning back around and leaning against the stall wall. She hopped the found the right horse, but only Devin himself could identify her. Dixie had been with different men, but one of her longest relationships had been with a successful Lawyer out of Dallas. Unfortunately the man was married, therefor the relationship was kind of bogus, but Dixie had actually thought she was in love. The Lawyer wouldn't leave his wife for her, and when wifey found out Erin turned the whole thing around on her to save his own ass. Dixie didn't trust relationships anymore, but then again she had never been in a good one. The most she usually got to know a guy was his name and what he liked to drink, then usually it was off to bed and onto the next one.
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[ignore the old lady on the horse, LOL]
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Mar 5, 2011 13:34:16 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
Devin was at the stall a few seconds after Dixie asked if it was Tyranny. Looking in a smile broke across his face and the mares head shot up as if she had been electrocuted. He turned to Dixie. "I'm glad your brother is back on horses. I don't know what I'd do if something happened to the point that I wouldn't be able to get back out here to Ty and see the expression on her face when she sees me." As the words left his mouth his eyes shot downward as, once again. He had said a lot more then he had planned.
"Yes, Dixie meet Tyranny. Ty meet Dixie. Thank you so much for helping me find her. I would of been in here for hours." Pausing for a second to think. "I'll help you take care of your horses if you need me too, since I took up so much of your time?"
He kinda hoped that she'd say yes. Devin liked her company, and it gave him something to do after caring for Ty.
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Post by m4ry3 on Mar 5, 2011 16:43:05 GMT -8
somehow i always get stronger A feeling of accomplishment rushed over Dixie as the black mare was identified as Ty. A smile crossed her face when the mare pricked up her ears and seemed to notice right when Devin approached. Her horses knew her, but they didn't quite get that excited when she came around. They knew they had to work, but they still loved her and she felt it. Her green eyes took in the jet black Mustang, standing contently in her stall. She felt good about helping the handsome man find his trusty steed, remembering how confused and flustered he looked as he sat before her own horses stall. It took a lot of adjusting to get used to, this barn did, but once you did it was a really nice place.
A smile came across her lips as she turned her attention back to Devin when he spoke again, her brother popping up into her mind for a moment. Their family was so close, if anything happened to another it would be horrid. She felt so blessed to have a family like the one she had. "I'm glad he is too. Things wouldn't be right if a Brooks couldn't ride," she replied, wondering how weird stuff would have been if Wayne had never walked or rode again. She was sure the already soft spoken man would not do anything else but sit there and stare at nothing. Wayne was an odd character, but Dixie adored him as her younger brother and she wouldn't trade him for the world. She placed her green eyes back on the stall that the horse stood in when the horse was 'formally introduced', "She is gorgeous, Devin," she said to him, fingers wrapped around the bars as she peered in. The comment warmed her insides, it was gooey, and she really liked that about a guy. She liked the sensative side in men. It got to her in all the right places.
She thought for a moment, wondering what all she had to do with her own horses. She needed to ride because she had a barrel race coming up, and she also needed to at least pony a horse after she rode. She didn't want to run the pattern; she just wanted to do some legging up and go for a nice trail ride. As the day warmed up the Summer air started to slowly fill the barn. It was getting hot in her pink jacket. She would take it off when she went back to her own horses, she didn't want to leave a trail of Dixie at Devin's headquarters. The thought of the offer popped into her head, she didn't have much to do other then exercise and do some cleaning and stuff. She also needed to pack her horse trailer. "Well, all I really gotta do is ride and then pack my trailer for my rodeo tomorrow," she replied to him, "You're welcome to join in either of those. I would love some company of a handsome man," she replied with a wink as she placed her back on the door. She was liking how the day was turning out already.
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[ignore the old lady on the horse, LOL]
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Post by rebelgirl522 on Mar 5, 2011 17:01:54 GMT -8
Devin Carlson! its boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats
its spurs and latigo, its the ropes and the reins
Devin's confidence was much better when he was around his horses. For some reason he just always felt stronger around them. He was less likely to be clumsy or mess something up around them. The horses were home. Reaching over and grabbing his lunge line off the hook near the stall's door he unlatched the door and hooked Ty up. Devin's face lit up when Dixie said Tyranny was gorgeoous. Ty was his baby, without her he'd have nothing. "Thanks, it means alot."
While taking her out of the stall and listening to Dixie, Devin felt very at ease. Pretty much for the first time in a long time. "Well, it's the least I could do for ya since you helped me find Ty. We can go for the ride first and then I'll help you with the trailer." Tossing a body brush up he caught it and started working on making her coat shine. He grinned at Dixie, "Plus, what kinda person would I be tellin a pretty girl that I wouldn't help her out?"
Notes- Errr after your reply do you just wanna start the next one orrr? and the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo! |
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