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Post by Tassle on Feb 10, 2008 14:42:50 GMT -5
He couldn't believe it. He was going against everything a man had ever stood for. He was betraying his own kind. There was nothing worse than feeling like a traitor, and he certainly was one now. He had left behind his masculine instincts, and had decided to do the impossible.
Ask for directions.
Groaning and silently kicking his own ass for being such a...well...ass...he walked up to the counter. He nodded to the clerk and waited for her to approach him. Getting impatient, he decided to start the conversation himself.
"Hey, chick." He called. "You know where I can get a good buzz around here?" He leaned over the counter arrogantly, checking the cashier out. Not a bad piece of meat, if he did say so himself. He smirked flirtatiously, waiting for her to help his poor ol' soul out.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 10, 2008 14:51:07 GMT -5
Kris had driven in interest of a new bridle for her colt along with some new bandages for his legs. The girl behind the counter asked Kris to close up and Kris decided to. Brunette hair she heard what the guy at the counter said with her back turned as she polished a saddle. She didn't speak and then turned around and starred at him with her neutral face, her big black pick-up truck outside, her almost black hair into a ponytail and her in a black long sleeve shirt. Her jeans with the rips in the knees and the one patch she stood and grabbed a bridle and polished it while looking at the boy and then spoke. I'm Kris. You must be new to town. She then leaned forward on her elbows and starred at him, I'l give you one hint don't be a jackass." She didn't give a smile before she stood up straight and continued to polish the bridle and then dragged a water rag over the bit of it, it was going to be her colt's. This kid must have been the boy that needed to be straightened out, she knew the type. She was one, several times in juvienile detention hall for stealing a car and then a hrose so it made sense. Sighing she continued to polish, these kids were like breaking in a new colt they came when needed and they flew when not needed. Kris only understood the type because of her history. So let's see how he worked.
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Post by Tassle on Feb 10, 2008 15:01:28 GMT -5
He smirked. She was a fiery one, wasn't she? Well, he could match that. Caring not about the rules of any old tack shop, he hopped over the counter smoothly, landing carefully on the other side. His smirk never faltering, he walked up to Kris or whatever her name was. He was glad he wore his favorite shirt. She would be a great score if he could hook up with her. The over-sized arm holes and cut off sleeves really showed off his muscular figure, one he was quite proud of. His jeans sported a large hole in the knee, one he was too lazy to fix. But he didn't care about that now. He had a girl to straighten out. Well, thanks for the advice. He said flirtatiously. I'm sorry to say that I doubt I'll be able to listen to it for long. Jackass is in my blood, after all. He thought about his mom, and wondered for a minute if you were allowed to call a woman a jackass. If you were, she was the biggest one on the face of the planet. And he was her offspring. I'm still waiting for an answer to my question, by the way. He cooed sadistically, moving closer to her. She was quite the prize. Thin, naturally gorgeous, and had his favorite color hair in a girl. The darkest brown one could imagine. He loved the color, and wished his hair was just a few shades lighter so it could be like that. But he had to get his dad's jet black hair. Oh well. He would dye it sooner or later. But right now, he wanted to find a bar. A club. Anywhere he could get a better high. He had gone over a week without a drink, and it was killing him. He was no alcoholic...he didn't have enough money to be. But he was used to getting drunk at least once a week, more than that if he could flirt with the waitress into giving him a free shot. He wanted to get back on track, and by golly, this girl was gonna help him, whether she liked it or not. [/blockquote]
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Post by Jour on Feb 11, 2008 14:38:04 GMT -5
Julez had heard the conversation and chuckled. Men. How confusing. She went to grab a pair of bell boots and went over to the bridles where the two were conversing. She was looking at figure eight nose bands when she whispered to the boy. Get ahold of yourself. And with a flourish, walked away to the back of the store. He was just like her brother. Drugs and sex. All, they needed in life. She dropped one of the bell boots and bent down to pick it up. While she was at it she fixed the hem of her jeans and hightops. She smoothed out her white and blue striped rugby shirt that said WOODS on the back. She continued shopping as she wondered how the conversation between the other two was happening.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 11, 2008 15:29:17 GMT -5
Snickering a little as she saw the boy jump over the glass counter with the bits inside it she rolled her eyes and continued to polish the bridle. Ha. Well boy show me something. Leaning forward she put the bridle down and then moved quickly grabbing his arm, in the police style. No matter what had happened it always hurt like hell, pulling his arm harder and up high she looked at the girl and nodded her head to her and spoke, Bell boots are half off this week. Along with the dressage saddles. Looking at the boy she sighed, juvi had changed her in so many ways and then she spoke to him. So what were you saying? Just then her phone rang and she let go, answering the phone she heard a guy speaking. It was Chase, an old friend from Kentucky who helped her stay on track from getting into jail again. He was speaking fastly before the line cut dead, before it happened she had heard the bell to a race starting. Kentucky never ran races this early in the year, Hunting Hill Farm's stallion Spring Street had run in Virginia who ran races early. Sighing she put the phone in her pocket and opened the door to the counter walking out and grabbing a set of bandages that would be her colt's.
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Post by Jour on Feb 11, 2008 15:44:09 GMT -5
[centerJulez nodded. She already had a dressage saddle and didn't need a new one. She heard a cell rin and checked to see if it was hers. Its wasn't. She checked her txt msg inbox anyway. Her brother had sent her one. Will: hey hows, life w/o adults Julez:dont come back anytime soon She closed her phone and looked at the horse coolers. Stan needed another one. His old one wasn't as warm and it was ugly. She looked at the colors for the weatherbeetas and rambo, it was a hard deicision to get either won.[/center]
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Post by Tassle on Feb 12, 2008 16:35:57 GMT -5
Cody yelped in surprise as she spun around and took him in a dead man's grip. He struggled against her, but she was in just the right position. He couldn't budge without breaking his arm. He did his best not to wince as she lifted higher, keeping his feet to teh ground and his body arched slightly. Just when he was about to do the unthinkable and kick the girl, she turned and spoke to a customer. She focused back on him and blatantly asked for him to repeat his question. Damn mockery was all it was. He heard a phone ring somewhere, and she quickly released him. He opened his mouth to yell at her, but before he could utter a sound, the phone rang. His eyes followed her as she reached to answer the phone. Getting nothing interesting out of the short conversation, he shrugged and leaned against the counter. A girl was walking around nearby, but not close enough to grab his attention. She was pretty, but seemed busy, and even he had the common sense to leave a girl alone when she was shopping. After a few minutes, the cashier hung up and slipped out from behind the counter. Again, he watched her, his eyes intent on her figure headed for the rack of wraps. He smirked. Have a horse, do you? He asked, taking the path she had and leaving the area behind the counter. I was just wondering where the good clubs were. He finally answered her, walking over to her. You don't happen to have any idea, do you? I mean, a tough girl like you wouldn't hang out at those places, would you? He asked, this time being the one to mock her. He was willing to bet she had been there once or twice. Wouldn't surprise him any if she ran the place.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 12, 2008 21:03:09 GMT -5
God damn it! She yelled it out as the entire bucket of polo wraps fell from the casing. Hearing the boy talk she remembered the death grip adn then spoke to him. Yeah a new yearling filly. When she bent down onto her knees she sighed nad grunted and shoved them all back almost in the same order as she grabbed a pair of two year old polo wraps for training horses a set in yellow. No, I know my place and when not to go back to juv...nevermind. Her eyes had looked at him with harsh eyes as she sighed and then stood pack up taking the bandages back to the front of the store were she was collecting things. It wasn't her place to take things but she would leave money in the box, she had it in her pocket. I haven't had a drink in over seven months, people say I'm to young and I need to stay sober. Rubbing her forehead she pulled her shirt down so it covered her jeans before collecting her things and checking the pricing. A rope halter, a yearling blanket and cooler, a set of small pony bandages, and a training longe line. It came out to a settling price of two hundred dollars and she put the money in the cashier and then looked at the boy. Pulling the tag off her shirt that read 'Kristina' was something she'd had since she worked a 'Dales' a local burger shop out in New Orleans were she first got arrested.
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Post by Tassle on Feb 12, 2008 21:18:37 GMT -5
He saw the bucket fall and reached to stop it, but of course he was too far away. Polo wraps spilled everywhere, clattering to the ground. Kris screamed at it, as though it would slow down the fall, but it didn't. As she cleaned up her mess, she looked at him and answered his question rather calmly. At least, calmer than he had thought she would answer. A yearling filly? Sounds cute. What's her name? He asked, getting a bit more interested. He remembered his old colt, and wished that he could have seen him grow up to be a yearling. He would have been a work of art, he was sure.
She answered his next question, this time not so calm. Her eyes were sharp and almost painful to look at, as though she were hiding something. And when she stopped mid-sentence, he felt he knew what. He sat down on his knees next to her, helping her gather up the last of the wraps. My brother's in jail. He said plainly, as though he were talking about the weather. Just letting you know we're floating in the same boat here. He smiled lightly, standing back up. He brushed his knees off casually, following her as she walked back to the register. She spoke again, this time of her success in staying sober. Wish I had your kind of motivation. I'll go a week without a drink, then stress'll catch up and I'll drop drunk after an hour of being at a club. Guess I need to learn how to handle things better. He laughed. Maybe I should take up those ship in a bottle things, huh? He smiled again, not really thinking he was very funny. Course, now I get drunk just to piss my dad off. He shipped me out here, thinking it'd straighten me up. I don't need him telling me what to do, and he needs to learn that. I ain't gonna come here quietly, if that was what he was hoping for. His eyes burned with a new hatred, his first hatred towards his father. He had to admit, it scared him a bit. [/blockquote]
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 13, 2008 8:32:15 GMT -5
Her ears captured hte words almost immediately as she paused after it before answering. Don't have one. Right now she felt like he was Daniel, told him his life story and waited six months with Kris being quiet before she gathered enough strength and courage to tell him hers. It had started out with her parents shipping her to lessons as a kid and then New Orleans hit her and her life was a car crash after that. Probably worse, no one would hire a jockey with a record and she had two more years before her juvenile detention record was cleared from her employers to see. She owned part of a stables with was a start but she made enemies already and she hated that to have them. Standing there as she flipped through the bills of money she found the money nad put it in the cashier and then sighed before pulling her hand over his forehead and back down her neck blowing out air. Something was bothering her and she couldn't help it. A yearling was coming, with so many bad things with her and two she didn't belong anywhere not even New Orleans. As she took another breath hearing what he said she spoke.
If I get drunk once more and get in a bar fight its good-bye here and hello juvi. She didn't smile and held a frown, nothing about juvi was funny. An entire bottle of beer could get her drunk since she already had a short fuse and she couldn't risk leaving. Although she wanted to.
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Post by Jour on Feb 13, 2008 19:04:09 GMT -5
Julez brought her merchandise up to the clerk. She took out her coach wallet to pay. She saw an advertisement for a clinic for up and coming instructors. She read it carefully. There was a pen in her bag and she extracted it. Writing down the persons number and name so she could sign up. Perfec She said aloud, not meaning too. She instantly covered her mouth, in embarrasment. Sorry, she said, waiting.
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