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Post by dancer on Oct 28, 2009 19:49:33 GMT -6
i came here to make you dance tonight
i don't care if i'm a guilty pleasure for you The sun cast an eerie light on the barn as Bella pushed the door open, having just woken up an hour and a half ago. The only reason she didn’t sleep in on a normal Saturday morning was to ride Harriet before it got too hot, and everyone knows that 7 o’clock in the morning is a great time to ride. She went to has stall where her halter and leadrope hung. Picking them up, she smiled as she toyed with the red nylon halter and leadrope. The door started to close slowly and she kicked it open with her foot. Mentioning feet, Bella looked fantastic in her white t-short, school shorts, and boots. Later she’d put on her chaps, because honestly she was too lazy to dig up her riding clothes or even a long pair of pants, even if it meant keeping her warmer.
”Harriet! Harry!” She whistled with two fingers, looking around the field for her horse. It was so early and nice and cool, that she decided to tie him up outside just to spend some serious bonding time together. If she would be showing him a lot they needed a good horse/rider relationship. That’s one of the qualities that made a winning team, and Bella knew this from experience. She saw a cluster of horses and sighed. A few heads turned to look at her, one was a familiar black cover wit a star and a blaze, and she jogged up to him. ”You silly boy.” She reprimanded, rubbing his forehead as she haltered him. ”Were you hiding from me?” She asked in a teasing tone. Bella felt superior to everyone else, but when she was around Harriet that kind of changed and she acted more…well, more normal to be honest.
She led him out of the field slowly, listening to music from her phone with her earphones. The black gelding followed behind her, pausing every now and then to grab at tall grass. He was still a horse, after all. When she got back to the gate she turned her music off, tying him up with a quick release knot on the fence post. She left him alone for only a minute, going back into the barn to get her grooming box and a bale of hay for him. It was such a nice day, and she was really cleaning him today so she figured she may as well ride him bareback and avoid putting on her chaps, too. He munched on his hay while she put some real elbow grease into her grooming, determined to get his coat shiny and nice. She curried him thoroughly, working hard to get even the slightest traces of mud off his legs. Bella loved her horse, and the way he was cared for really showed it.
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Post by jackson on Oct 28, 2009 23:15:34 GMT -6
The early morning noises filled Jackson's ears as he slipped out of his Dodge pickup and made his way down to the barn. He slipped in with familiarity and grabbed a blue rope halter, swinging it over his shoulder before turning and making his way up to the stables, whistling as he went. It was a bit of a habit of his. He tended to whistle while he did a lot of his work. He wasn't sure why, but he'd learned it from his mother whom, it seemed, always had a tune upon her lips.
Jackson sighed as his thoughts turned to home. He missed Missouri, but he knew it wasn't the place for him right now. He had things he needed to do. Caramel Rivers wasn't a permanent home for him, by any means. Some day he had every intention of going back to his home town of Adrian, but the time was not now.
His long legs covered the distance to the upper pastures easily, and a shrill, piercing whistle had a mare flinging her black head up, her ears pricked forward, before breaking away from the herd and coming at a dead run. Jackson gave a small smile, the mare's response to him giving a certain satisfaction. The mare was on the tall side, standing 15.2. Not a giant, but not a midget either. Middling size, and Jackson found it perfect. He was hoping his filly matured out to about this size, but he had a feeling that Charm would be a little shorter.
"How's my Wicked Girl?" Jackson murmured, rubbing the mare's forehead, pushing her forelock aside so he could scratch her forehead. The mare obligingly slipped her nose into the nose band of the halter when Jackson opened it, and he flipped it easily over her ears, tying a knot, his fingers moving with quick assurance. The mare followed along on a loose rope, despite the man's brisk pace. She liked to move out and cover distance when she was going somewhere.
The mare was slipped into the cross ties, and Jackson grabbed his brushes from the tack room, nearly running into someone on his way out. "Whoa, there, sorry miss" he said, his hand automatically reaching toward her elbow to steady her. His deep voice had a slight southern lilt, but it wasn't all that noticeable, unless one was paying close attention. He offered an apologetic smile that was somehow radiant. "I'm Jackson Bennet" he said, offering his hand, his tone open and friendly.
((OOC: Mbleh. Sorry. I need to go to bed, but replies will be better, I promise. lol.)) |
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Post by dancer on Oct 29, 2009 5:29:37 GMT -6
i came here to make you dance tonight
i don't care if i'm a guilty pleasure for you Bella could see the figure coming up to the barn, she just didn't realize they were on a collision course. She probably resembled a mess, in her gym shorts and white t-shirt. Burt she wasn't ashamed, because Belladonna Allen was a living, walking, breathing, goddess. Or at least to her, she was. He didn't really unsteady her, but he reached a hand out to help anyway. She set her grooming tools and bale of hay down and smiled, tucking a loose lock of hair behind her air. He wasn't really her usual type, but he was adorable and when you were Bella you didn't really have a type. She shook his hand, feeling slightly small, because Bella was tall as a 13 year old. "Oh, its okay. I'm Belladonna...Allen." She said, adding her last name after short name. She gestured around the farm. "You new here?" She asked, not recalling seeing his face before, because if she had she would remember it easily.
She looked pretty casual, but behind those eyes of hers she was looking him over, from his face to all his best features and worst flaws. He had a slightly rugged look about him, but overall he just looked incredibly sweet, a little the opposite of Bella. She was one of those girls that lived her teenage years up to the fullest, getting wasted, doing whatever she wanted with whoever she wanted. Bella wasn't a hard person to summarize. His looks started to grow on her though, and she fond herself smiling and about to ask another question, because Bella just loved to know things. Despite what people said she really was a smart girl.
"Soo, since your here I assume you ride?" She asked, being what she called inquisitive and thoughtful. Now that she'd started talking to him she wasn't letting him go without answering the majority of her questions. She was still looking him over, and it just occurred to her he might be a lot older than her, by years. So he looked young but he could be, like, in his twenties. But hey, wasn't it the pretty girl Belladonna Allen, the prodigy in everything she tried(which is semi true), that said the older the better? Of course, that's why it was so familiar to her. Maybe she came off as a little self centered and rude sometimes, but honestly Bella was a really sweet person when you got to know her. She didn't need people to treat her like she was the center of the world, although she preferred her. Bella still had what most of the American generation of teen girls was missing, wits, knowledge, and most of all pride.
OOC// ahah no prob, chace crawford is the loooove.
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Post by jackson on Nov 2, 2009 10:33:03 GMT -6
Jackson smiled warmly when she said it was fine and introduced herself as Belladonna Allen. She said it as if it should have run a bell in his mind, and, indeed, it did. Not enough to remember where he'd heard it, though. Jack wasn't one to keep up with that sort of thing. He rarely had the time for things that weren't completely necessary. Celebrities and their drama were definitely not on his list of necessities. Still, he smiled politely as if he knew what she was talking about.
He shrugged a bit when she asked if he was new. "Well, I've been in town about a week, but I haven't been around much. Trying to get all my stuff moved in and organized." Unlike a lot of guys, Jackson liked to be organized. In fact, he hated disorganization. His apartment was basiclly always clean, and if it wasn't, it was usually because he was ridiculously busy with something else and didn't have time to tidy up.
He smiled when she asked if he rode, nodding in answer. "Yeah. I'm picking up the Western Eq instructor spot" he said with a smile. His head tipped forward. "That little troublemaker over there is mine." The words were spoken affectionately, not at all like the mare actually had any antcs. The mostly black horse turned as far as the cross ties would allow, giving a slight snort, as if she knew he was talking about her. She bobbed her head, a gesture of impatience. Jackson smiled a little and shook his head. He hadn't ridden in almost a week, and Wicked, who had a totally working horse attitude, didn't particularly appreciate the vacation. She was the kind of horse who liked to have something to do, all the time. Jackson laughed a little and shook his head. "You?" he asked, returning the qeustion back to her.
((OOC: Bleeh. Sorry for any typos and anything like that. I've been sick and I'm still a little blehh. lol)) |
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