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Post by AZARIA JAIDEN EASTON on Feb 15, 2011 16:35:47 GMT -5
no rose, no daisy can touch what i got hey i'm a wildflower, growin' in the sunshine------------------------------ soakin' up the way of life i was raised in. runnin' barefoot,
A sigh was forcefully exhaled out of her lungs, glaring at a student who felt so self-righteous that she felt the need to put Azaria in her place. She gritted her teeth, listening to her ramble on about her horse’s stall not being done right. Her brown eyes narrowed but she forced a fake smile to her face to disguise the animosity growing within her. She wanted to bash her face against the aisle way, or hand her the pitchfork and walk away. She couldn’t stand people like her that were rich, snobby, and felt the need to point out everything wrong that she was doing. At least Azaria was earning her living. She was paying her way through this school by working two jobs. She worked as a stall cleaner which just seemed like some fancy way of saying she picked up horse poop all day, then there was her bartending job at the Tick Tock Room. Ria knew her way around liquor and horses incredibly well, in fact, she could stomach alcohol more so than most.
Finally, the girl walked away and Ria angrily cleaned the stall she was doing before resting against the side of the wall. She felt herself beginning to lose control, and felt the strong urge to chase after her and knock her ass out. She talked herself out of it. She needed to be here even if she didn’t fit in with the girls who wore pricey clothes from name-brand stores. Ria just wore jeans and t-shirts most days. Her blond hair usually just pulled into a messy bun and she was out the door. There was no makeup to flaw her true identity, and her body wasn’t tainted by orange. Some girls just over did it on the spray on tans. Ria was a hundred percent real which was fairly sad that most of these girls here she would never get along with. It didn’t matter anyway. Being raised by a man made her feel more comfortable around guys anyway. She trusted them more, and after having been backstabbed by girls too many times, she couldn’t chance it.
Her alluring brown eyes rested on the Gator in front of her and exhaled heavily as she yanked the manure bucket out of the stall. With ease, she lifted the bucket and disposed of it in the back. She returned some time later with the Gator empty and nothing in her hands. What was she going to do for the rest of the day? She had nothing planned and she worked later on at the bar, but until then she had basically the rest of the afternoon off. Ria wasn’t used to having nothing to do. She needed something to do at all times in order to keep herself busy but now it was different. She aimlessly wandered towards where her gelding was kept in his stall. He only went out for half days due to the reduced availability in the paddocks and pastures.
The red roan gazed at her curiously, nickering to her as she opened his stall door and nibbled her shirt. She smiled and stroked him. ”That girl better thank her lucky stars,” she murmured towards Pride, her southern accent showing. He whickered in response, resting his brown eyes on her pockets. She laughed softly and reached into it. ”You know me so well.” She permitted the sugar cube to rest flat on her palm. Pride easily took it, digesting it before he returned to his lunch. Azaria watched as people passed by and soon the influx of people subsided. She nudged Pride lightly. ”Looks like it’s just you and me buddy.” Pride nodded his head before he tugged at her shirt. Ria shoved him away lightly, grinning as she slid out of his stall. Who knew? Maybe she’d find someone just as equally bored as she was. She could only hope.
bloomin' in a summer shower, ponytail
dancin', i can't help it, i'm a wild flower. i'm just a--------------------------------- girl who needs a little sun, a little rain, an open field to play .tagged. For Lauren. =: D
.words. 651
.notes. Yeah… Crappy post for the win! rofl It'll pick up with interaction and such.
.lyrics. wildflower - janedear girls
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0 [/left] |
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Post by LANDON ALLEN JACKSON on Feb 17, 2011 21:38:38 GMT -5
  It was time. He knew it was time to work on the horses that he had brought with him from England. They had been cooped up in their stalls for a day or two and it was time they got out to stretch their legs, plus, Landon really wanted to ride. It had been most then a week since he sat in a saddle and cantered around an arena and that felt like an eternity for the young man. Riding was his stress reliever and he really just needed to sit in the saddle and feel at home again. Being in the saddle on a horse was his home. His horses were his only family. Landon barely ever saw or heard from his parents because they cared more about their job then their own son. Landon resented them for that and barely talked to them. Part of how he felt for them was the reason he left England. He needed to get away and just have his own life, not like he hasn't done that for almost his own life now. But now it was real. He was out on his own. Shaking his head, ridding the thoughts that were flurishing in his mind, he walked to the door of his dorm room and put on his riding boots. He needed to get down to the stable and clear his head, these thoughts were doing him no good. With that he grabbed a jacket and quickly made his way down to the barns, heading towards his mares stall, Heartbreaker of Love, or Love for short.
Once he walked into the barn the familiar scent of hay and horses swarmed his senses. He gave a small grin to himself as he heard the familiar sound of Love. She was anxious to get out of her stall and making quite a rucus. Landon walked up to the mares stall and was greeted with a snort and a nicker. "Hey there pretty girl." He pat her on her muscular neck and rubbed her velvet nose. Landon could tell she was ready to get out. Love hated being cooped up for too long. He would ride her today and possibly the other two but he would start out with his girl.
There weren't many other people in the barn and it was quiet. He pat the mare's neck and rubbed her soft velvety nose. Love whickered to him with appreciation. Landon stood there for a moment letting Love have her moment. While standing there, he heard someone's voice. Looks like it's just you and me buddy. The voice was faint but still rather close. He looked up from the stall door and looked around from where he was standing, no one was there. Eyebrow raised, Landon called out in question, "Hello?. He grew curious of the person who was hiding in the stalls.
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Post by AZARIA JAIDEN EASTON on Feb 18, 2011 15:31:11 GMT -5
no rose, no daisy can touch what i gothey i'm a wildflower, growin' in the sunshine------------------------------ soakin' up the way of life i was raised in. runnin' barefoot,
”Hello?” The single word reverberated off the walls. The sounds of horses moving in their stalls accompanied by some of them rustling their lunch had been distorted by a word. Azaria’s head lifted and she heard some of the equines respond to the voice, welcoming whoever the source was easily. She had been caught off guard by this inquiry. It had once been so peaceful and serene and now someone was joining her. Pride shifted in his stall, snorting as he nudged Ria’s shoulder. She gave his shoulder a pat before exiting the stall. The echo of the stall door opening and closing did little to calm her nerves. Yes, Azaria was slightly scared but that was all due to the horror movies she’d been watching lately. Then again, her curiosity and interest was piqued. There was someone here and she was going to find them. She walked up the aisle way, her black cowboy boots hitting the surface with ease and confidence. She permitted her head to casually observe each individual stall, surveying them from where she was walking to ensure that there wasn’t any sort of human within them.
She must have looked stupid then, glancing at each stall in a slightly hurried way. She bit back the urge to shout out “Marco!” but that would only further her stupidity. Instead, she opted for silence, her brown eyes filling with emotions that swirled around. God, this was like a horror movie in itself. She was alone, which usually happened to people before they were killed. No one would be a witness to her death, which again, was another check off the list of scary movies. She would just be dragged off and if the killer was an expert they would destroy all blood splatters and the like. This was just ridiculous the way her mind was piecing together wild conclusions in her mind. In all the movies she watched, the people died horribly and now she was deciding which way she would rather be killed. Maybe she would be permitted to go on her own terms or – even better – there would be no serial killer lurking in the midst of stalls.
Ria’s eyes then caught the distinct movement of a person in a stall. She felt her breath catch in her throat but she cleared it. There would be no need to worry about dying unless she was ninety and in her deathbed or something of the sort. She stopped in front of the mare’s stall, gazing at the man openly; however, there was a slight streak of fear and unease as she observed him. ”Did you say something,” she asked him, allowing herself to be a bit in front of the mare’s stall. She could very well just lock him in if she found him a threat. She was quite the smart one but maybe watching scary movies by herself wasn’t quite so smart. It was a wonder people in the neighboring apartments didn’t call the cops whenever she shrieked as the murderer came into the shot. She bit her lower lip before taking a chance at asking another question. With the internal debate wagering on, she finally blurted it out. ”You aren’t going to kill me, are you?” She looked serious but as soon as she said it, Ria laughed easily. Her eyes brimmed with laughter and emphasized it before she looked at him evenly. Surely, he would think her mad for asking such a thing.
bloomin' in a summer shower, ponytail
dancin', i can't help it, i'm a wild flower. i'm just a--------------------------------- girl who needs a little sun, a little rain, an open field to play .tagged. Landon
.words. Bleh
.notes. Haha! Ria’s a riot! =: P My post isn’t much better.
.lyrics. wildflower - janedear girls
.credit. <33 @ CAUTION 2.0 [/left] |
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