CANTON, JAMES RUDY

[boo]

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[/b][/color][/font] JAMES RUDY CANTON*


kinda looks like: Josh Holloway[/font]

TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]

+Age: Thirty
+Student or Riding Instructor: Stable Staff (if possible please)
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Heterosexual

JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVIOUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]

Calling Mr James Rudy Canton to the witness stand.
This wasn't how it was meant to be, or how it was meant to happen. People had been hurt, but half of the bastards deserved it. Just another day in the torturous life of Rudy. Fuck the judge and fuck the criminal law system, everyone was a hypocrite.
The witness stand watched deep in thought, trying to work out the gentleman stood before them, swearing on oathe. Their brows creased as he spoke, the description of events being vague and descriptionless. It was quite clear that this trial stood no chance, but these men would be punished, in one form or another. It was quite fair to say that along with the local community the people sat in this stand wanted these individuals gone from their town, the disgrace they brought upon it. They would burn in hell...

So tell me James. He was more than quickly interupted in a low, grumble. Correcting his failure to recognise what the defendent would like to be addressed as. Rudy. What were you doing up until this point? Did you just happen to wonder upon this town? And here we go...

James Rudy Canton, born in Arizona wasn't always the nicest guy. Infact that was an understatement. Ever since he could stand he would pick a fight with fellow toddlers and his mother and father spent hours dragging the little lad back to their home and locking him in his room. From the start, James never really stood a chance.

"Moved out here for a job, working with horses, only thing i'm good at." A shrug of his shoulders, ignoring the heat of the eyes that laid upon him. Why should he bother? They had already made their decision. "Moved about since i was a young un, never settled in any place to call home, never been one to stop around. Whats the point when you have no one to stay around for?" This was the way of his life, ever since he dropped out of high school his life had been on the road, travelling between ranches and quickly and swiftly moving on when some sort of trouble arose around him. Maybe he'd slept with the ranchers daughter, or stole a couple of bucks. Maybe wrecked three or four furnishings in a drunken rage. He was misunderstood. "Keep myself to myself. Thats the way it is." The court hearing went on....

Mr James Rudy Canton the jury and this court here before you find you guilty of the following accounts of breach of civil law.... A sigh, his head dropped eyes upon the dark oak wooden desk before him. This was the way of life, the judge's voice grumbled between his senses. His sentence, he despised the inside. But. But? His head lifted, jaw square and eyes firmly upon the judge, a hard long stare. This community do believe that you acted within self defense, but the criminals you associated with are not tolerated within our town. Therefore, your sentence will be an order from town. Your parol officer has engaged you within a position in a educational facility for those gifted with equestrian talents. Uh no, no way. Stuck up, uptight, rich snobby kids with horses who didn't know how it felt to graze within an open paddock. No way, a jail sentence would be easier, much easier...

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The shift of light within the corridor and the office caused his dark eyes to close, adjusting slowly. He could pick out the larger, firmer frame of a gentleman wearing thick set framed glasses behind a desk. He was sat forward, defensively, hands folded upon his large grand desk. "Well you must be Mr Canton. Welcome to Gmara Manor. I think you'll enjoy it here." I think not...


YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]

hey there. so my name is boo. i also play no one. i happen
to be female and i've blown out eighteen candles. if you want to contact me, no
sweat. just private message me! but check me out in action

WATCH ME

The wind howled around the trees as the moonlight bore down upon the figures moving carelessy between the undergrowth. Legs slammed against the branches, the nettles and the jaggered rocks that were hidden under the mass of forage on the forest floor. Heavy breathing, hearts beating and sweat dripping. The sound of dogs barking in the distance, aggressive and defensive barks. A light at the end of the path, a torch. Blinding to the eye.

Keep running, don't stop you absolute fool. Rudy's head was up, eyes as wide as a startled deer as his hands brushed past his torn white t-shirt, covered in the mud from the forest. Heart pounding, stronger stronger. The rain made it hard, hitting the forehead like blades of metal wishing to pierce the skin. The sound of dogs grew closer, the sound of following footsteps and shouting. The wind blew back a branch. Your downfall.

"Get up. To your feet i said." The voice was forceful, the smell of wet dog and the sudden realisation that the world was dark. Tarter coloured sharp teeth came into vision and he jolted back, head against the dirt there was no where to go. His forearm came up to push away the four legged menace as he was roughly pulled onto his knees. This is what you get for being an arsehole, you we're meant to stay away from this. You failed again. "Your going down for a long time mate." The voice scoffed, proud in the manner he had hold of the suspected villan. The dog stood to attention, barking aggressively at the man being hauled to his feet as two more officers of the law restrained him forcefully.

"Jeeze mate, not so rough." Rudy snarled, his wrists pushed together behind his back and the feeling of cold metal suddenly restricting his movement. Hair stuck to his face, mud down his cheeky before the taste of sweet moisture ran over his lip. The blood ran down his face, only a small wound, nothing like he wasn't used to. He spat. The red liquid hitting the officer on the leg who reacted with a forceful push back to the ground. "Ge'down and wait."

This was the end of this, this was surely another stint back inside. How long this time, a month, 6 months or a year?

The rain soaked his clothes, soaking him to the bone but the adrenealine in his body for the chase kept him warm. His heart raced against his slightly tanned chest that was exposed by the ripped material over his stomach. Blue lights in the foreground... and so it begins. Again.

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