|
Post by Beau on Feb 22, 2008 20:14:57 GMT -5
The man didn’t have any of it. Perhaps, after she had her tea, he would drive her to the hospital. She had a good chance of a concussion. Perhaps it was his unrelenting glare that turned the girl around as he was led into her bedroom. He walked a bit slow, trying to keep the cup’s contents inside of it. He was so focused that he didn’t even turn his nose up at her bedroom, but instead he crinkled it in slight pain.
Placing the mug on the coffee table in front of her, he tenderly blew on his fingers. He crossed the room to sit next to the couch on the floor, his back propped rather comfortably on the wooden leg and armrest. He would have preferred a seat on the couch, but the woman, being selfish, took up all the space. He sighed inaudibly, or so he hoped, and glanced back up to the television.
“Is she?” He said, crossing his arms and leaning his head back against the wood. “How tall?” The filly was puny the last time he’d seen her. Even his own Marwari, which he found to be relatively short compared to other horses, towered over her. It was good to know that she wouldn’t be needing a jockey that weighed less than a book, however. He waited for her answer before he suggested the hospital.
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 22, 2008 21:11:44 GMT -5
Yeah. Vet said sixteen maybe seventeen. Its a threat to her future though. Legs might come in crooked. Organs might be to small or to big for her. She might be one of those horses that become lame all the time. He doesn't know. He said physical therapy wouldn't hurt to try.... Her voice drifted she couldn't even think about what might happen to her filly. ...I told him though that she hates other people. Let alone being touched. A tear fell, she had met a foal that was large for his size but his organs hadn't caught up and he died of bloating. He had eaten a regular racehorse diet but he became bloated. They couldn't stop him from eating his food even when they took it away. His stomach was to small and literally popped. Everything spilled into his body and within hours he had died, that was a year ago almost. Then the tear went dry and cold as Kris put her head into her knees and then leaned up straight and took a deep breath and turned the television on. She had to do something to get her mind off it something that was real and happening then but what? If Beau was concerned then he couldn't bring anything up about the fall. And if anything about a doctor or hospital ever came up then she'd kill him. Doctors were her least favorite thing but they were okay if she was dying, but even a broken leg never stopped her. Sighing once more and then let herself relax as another race came on and a few of the horses were spooking.
The big dapple grey is gonna fall back into last even though he's the favorite. She was reffering to the race on the television. Just then the starting bell went off and the dapple grey took the early lead before immediately dropping back in the last furlong of the short race. He came in last as Kris turned her head not even watching but she had known it would happen by the way he had acted. In the gate and both in the saddling paddock they had shown earlier.
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 1:16:06 GMT -5
The man was too taken with the race to really, whole-heartedly listen to her comment. However, he did his best to be interested. Throwing in “hmms” and “ahs” when needed, and not too frequently. When it came to the pan of the paddocks, he finally spoke. “That is not bad.” He shrugged, nodding a tad. “Legs could be fixed, no?” His true expertise lay in the arena of a dressage or jumper team. He’d only recently gotten into the racing scene, and he hadn’t been learning quickly enough.
Rather than growing up around the strict-breeding of Thoroughbreds, Beau had been introduced to German Warmbloods, and other German breeds much sooner than the other specie variation. If they hadn’t grown to be less than sixteen, they were decently proportioned and often suited their organs. If not, they grew somehow. He’d never truly heard of any failures due to organ size, but that was just his stable. Besides, it was top-notch, with multi-million dollar faculty and technology. Beau deserved the best, really.
Glancing over his shoulder, Beau cocked a brow when he saw the woman cradling herself. He pulled himself over to sit next to her, one hand laid, reassuring, on her shoulder. “Are you okay? Do you need doctor?” He remained silent as Kris seemed to predict the race. As said, the dapple grey had a peachy start, but fell back. It wasn’t too much of a gift- several horse trainers could easily predict the race outcomes; or ones he was used to, anyway. He glanced back to the girl. It seemed that there was a worried expression under his straight face, smirked lips and unrelenting eyes.
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 1:32:57 GMT -5
Her eyes shaded up underneath several strands of hair that fell her in face as she heard him say the D word. Let a doctor touch me and I'll break both your arms. Then she thought about the chestnut filly who was a year and two months in the jockey books with no name, she had to be registered sooner or later. Then she answered Beau's question about her legs. Yeah. If she got braces on her legs for over eight months and casts when she was in training. A groan escaped from her mouth as the power in the entire apartment went out. The lights outside were gone as she sighed and stood up and fell back onto the couch and sat there. The power hadn't come back on as she let her hand drift under the couch. A round thing caught her attention as she pulled it out and then tried to focus her eyes. Damn flashlight. She found the button and clicked it but it didn't work she threw it across the room as it whammed on the wall. Looks like we're stuck in the dark. Her hand slowly drifted looking for the tea her head leaned forward. Then she found Beau and immediately withdrew, her cheeks blushed in the dark. Hair still down the only thing that stood out in the dark was the white of her eyes and the purple strip in her hair. Which was half over one of her eyes as she sighed and then sat up straight and crossing her legs indian style. The scent of tea made her nose wrinkle almost in a cute kiddish way.
Soft dents in her skin by her nose as it wrinkled again, it seemed a strong scent to her. Almost as if she had bathed in it her eyes fixed on the dark as she made out of the rough outline of Beau's face. Transfixed they just stayed there as if it was something of interest but to Kris now he was. He was there and meant something in her life, he was a friend. But so far that entire day nothing real had happened to put her in the present.
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 2:23:14 GMT -5
Beau quickly withdrew his hand at the threat. “I will drag you.” His own tone held attempted force, but remained slightly sarcastic. He leant back on the futon, crossing his arms with all hope ceased. “It would prevent accident.” He shrugged, glaring at the television. Unfortunately, he’d just figured that the woman was hard-headed. Apparently, she would accept help from nobody. He’d seen horses of other stables tumble hard after a jump if they didn’t have straight legs- perhaps it was more of a weakness that deformation. Beau didn’t know for sure- he was no vet, after all.
The sudden change of lighting didn’t alarm Beau in the slightest. Instead, he swore colorfully under his breath in his native tongue, German. He waited in silence, straight-faced; when she bent down to retrieve the flashlight. Unfortunately, it was chucked across the room and fell loudly to the floor. Her neighbors probably wouldn’t appreciate that anytime soon. Personally, Beau didn’t mind the dark. Maybe he was vampiric, but that didn’t matter. He shrugged. “It is ‘kay.” He said his tone bright and cheery despite the situation.
Beau’s eyebrow rose with some pleasure when he was touched, which seemed by accident. He grinned when the girl seemed to blush- or something of the like when she quickly withdrew and looked down. He could see the whites of her eyes, and it was no doubt she could see him grin. He smiled softly when he saw the faintness of her nose crinkle. “Would you like sugar?” He asked, willing to make a trip to the kitchen in darkness if he needed to.
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 2:37:12 GMT -5
Damn filly won't be able to run straight with casts pulling on her legs... A pause in her voice as she looked at Beau with her normal expression before continuing. ..there is however an alternate to it. She could have surgery but she'll have a twenty percent chance of coming out of it. That chestnut filly had turned into her life and not a profit but her life litterally. The two were basically meant for each other and many knew that. Both coming from colorful backgrounds and both having their own problems. The filly with her socialization and her legs and Kris with her past and her socialization. Kris only felt he need to talk when she was alone with a horse, even one she barely knew. I'm actually not that thirsty anymore. Her nose wrinkled once more as she felt a bit light headed and had tipped forward before leaning back up. It was a small side affect before she snapped out of it, she was fine. Again she made an attempt for the tea but still her hand had caught the faint touch of Beau. Withdrawing once more but not all the way she found the edge of the table and the side of the mug. The heat from the mug immediately shot through Kris's hand and through her body. Her hand barely let go as it withdrew to her side, it had practically burned her but it had felt good. She was now awake and her head didn't hurt as she looked at Beau in the dark with the rough outline of his face. Smiling she looked at him now and again as she sat there waiting for the light to come on but it didn't look good.
First the damn flashlight didn't work, second she got burned, and third she was blushing and basically drooling for Beau. Then she got up and was about to grab a pillow from the floor, and she did. Successfully her hand managed to find it as she felt something tangle in her feet as she approached the futon. Her feet continued to walk as she felt the edge of the futon with her knee she felt whatever it was trap her feet. Paralyzed she had already begun to lean forward. It was to late she was falling forward with nothing to stop her. Worst of all she was falling right in Beau's direction.
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 2:58:54 GMT -5
Shrugging, Beau didn’t say anymore. He knew she had a point- and it was well targeted. He didn’t feel the need to argue, it was too late an hour to even have a point to it. “I would not risk.” He said feebly, shaking his head softly. If the damage wasn’t too bad, why pay for something that wasn’t sure to be successful in the end? Unless any surgery on his animals had more than a 98% chance of success, Beau wouldn’t have any of it. He could feel her concern.
His eyebrow rose a deal at her comment. “Hm?” He mused, his jaw setting softly. After all, he did make her the tea. Even if it meant putting the small bag of tea leaves in the cup and pouring water over it, it was still a feat for him. Beau hired only the best chefs to be his personal cooks. “Alright,” He rolled his eyes rather subliminally, crossing his arms as he softly shook his head. He yawned, leaning backwards to rub his hands down his tired face, careful of the closed-bead ring that was in his nostril, and the hard edge of eyeliner around his deep, dark eyes.
Beau was slightly alarmed when the form of Kris had tumbled towards him. Instinctively, he placed both hands out to cushion her fall and save himself, hopefully grabbing her arms gently to hold her upright. He squeaked in surprise, eyes wide. Once she was steadied, he placed a hand on her face, assuming the tumble was result of her could-be concussion. “Kris? Kris? Are you ‘kay?” He was alarmed now, leaning towards her to see her face a tad more clearly that from his short distance.
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 3:16:35 GMT -5
Don't get your pants all tied up. I got tangled in my shirt. The floor here is covered in clothes. Her hand hung behind her ears as she looked at him in the eyes and then took short breaths almost as if she had run out. Being propped above him suddenly turned from a regular Kris to something else. Her head fell down as she felt herself doing it but she couldn't stop herself. Propping her hands by each side of him she leaned forward more so their bodies were almost connected. Nothing could fit between then for a second as Kris's lips met his. It lasted a minute as she had taken that kiss. Her eyes blinked several times as she withdrew and had her fingers touch her lips as she motioned herself and stood up almost falling over the small table. She stuttered the words out almost as if she were crying which she wasn't. I'm...sorry. What had just happened? Their bodies had met and nothing in the world could have fit. Kris had put a move on Beau, a guy she barely knew but that as what happened with Chase as well. A feeling so careful and happy ran through Kris's mind as she kept her fingers on her lips. They felt unpure, her entire body had started to feel horrible as she half collapsed across the room unseen in the dark. It wasn't her head that had made her do it or was it? Could it have been the real Kris that came out and showed what she really was instead of her pretending to be a miss goody too shoes. Years ago she had proven herself a wild girl who couldn't be controlled and she knew that was true.
Cars had facinated her but that was when she was in New Orleans after that it was horses when she was forced into the equine program in juvi. Her cheeks had gone numb along with the rest of her body as she shuttered now in the cold of the room. Eyes, she felt millions of eyes burning into her as if she was back in the court room. She leaned against the wall and sat there her head to the ceiling. What had she done?
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 3:32:39 GMT -5
“They are not tied.” His tone defiant and defensive. His eyes seemed to smolder, almost angrily. He hadn’t quite noticed the mass of clothes strewn about the floor. Perhaps it was because his own bedroom resembled this, and it was something he was used to. He seemed to shrink back into the futon as her head was coming closer, as though he wasn’t in the mood for a kiss. However, when their lips connected, he didn’t do anything to cease the moment. Beau let it pass.
With his grip on her arms, he let his arms sink comfortably back, digging into the backrest. It only brought her closer than she already was, and Beau didn’t mind that. He brought one hand from her tricep to her jaw, tilting her head upward for a better angle. His eyes hadn’t closed- it didn’t last long enough for them to. Almost as quick as it begun, she pulled away, nearly toppling over in the process. “Hm?” He seemed to protest, rather disappointed that the small session came to a screeching halt before he had a change to even get into it.
“It is ‘kay.” His tone light, it almost sounded like he had better. He wouldn’t admit it, but of course he had. With almost every girl in the city of Hamburg drooling over him, it wasn’t too hard. A sudden thump on the ground made him jump up, carefully searching for the limp figure of the woman on the floor. He reached out with his hands, moving swiftly over clothing before finding her waist. She was against the wall. “I think I take you to hospital.” He said, beginning to wrap an arm around her waist to lift her up.
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 3:50:37 GMT -5
Take me to a hospital and I'll see to it that your horses trample you without hesitation. A playful threat it was but it was a bit serious she hated hospitals ever since her adoptive mother was admitted for over drinking herself. Kris moved back into the moment as she felt his hands around her waist as she stood on her feet she got on her toes. She was only five foot three but managed to reach him as she put her hands on his jaw line. Immediately it seemed like a fire had begun dancing in her eyes they almost sparkled. Not with tears but fun. Leaning forward so their bodies met again she let her lips dance to his carefully. After what seemed like half a minute she withdrew and her teeth met her lip. She immediately bit her lip and then stopped to speak. So? It was a simple question on what he felt about this. Kris barely knew him. Maybe he was married? She doubted it he wouldn't have stayed around this long. A girlfriend? Possibly a lot of guys went behind their backs. The memories of the last few moments with him faded, the conversation over the filly and everything else. It wasn't the whacked on the head Kris that was doing it. It was the true Kris the one brought back into the moment. Her eyes were wide and normal yet calming when you looked into them. Kris's mind told her no but her entire body ached the answer yes. Daring to get to know Beau better Kris waited for his answer to the question. Maybe he'd accept her for who she was.
A kid sold in adoption to a problematic mother, brought up in New Orleans. Sexual active before she turned sixteen let alone possibly before fifteen. Stole a car and went to juvi for a year and then two months and now she was here. Her body straight against Beau's in her dark filled apartment. What would happen?
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 4:04:22 GMT -5
Beau rolled his eyes. “After hospital.” He grinned, aiding the woman up and on to her feet. He stood back, crossing his large, inked arms over his chest with a sly smile. He wasn’t going to give up- she had fallen hard, and concussions could get rather serious. He arched his neck downwards so Kris could meet his lips, but he only smiled, his arms uncrossing so they could reach up to grasp her hands, bringing them from his jaw line to his side, and then hold both in one of his large hands.
“Krankenhaus.” He repeated, however the word was much easier for him in German. Besides, he wasn’t willing to do anything more than what they already had when Kris wasn’t stable. (Or so he thought, after her fall, and her collapse twice.) Besides, they barely knew each other. And even more so, they were co-workers. A relationship between two workers, co-owners, was a strict no-no to Beau. Even then, he had little to no attraction for the woman. He was used to the tall, modelesque women of Germany, and he had little attraction for them, too. It was Beau- he wasn’t a commitment sort of guy, anyhow.
“I can get doctor here, if you wish?” He reached subtly into his back pocket, pulling out the slim mobile of his. He’d already had the hospital’s number saved into the large memory of the device, after he’d called them on site at the stables, in case his murderer of a stallion Helter managed to hurt August somehow. “If you wish.” He waved the cellular to the side of him, ready for his arm to shoot high over her head if she attempted to jump for it. She’d never reach it when his hand was crunched against the ceiling. A playful grin was on his face, but he’d probably be slapped for the suggestion.
*“Krankenhaus.” - "Hospital."
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 4:16:06 GMT -5
Kris leaned back against the wall her arms crossed as she heard the stupid word hospital yet again. Call the damn hospital. I won't be here. A kiddish smile danced on her face, turns out there wasn't anything. Go ahead. I'll be out of the state within an hour. Try me! It was a bit sarcastic but Kris could dissappear in the snap of someone's fingers and no way to trace her down. The smile had dashed all over her entire expression making the room seem to light up. I'm perfectly fine. I've taken harder falls than that and suffered nothing. Remember nothing can stop me. Her arms still crossed as she leaned against the wall for support so she wouldn't fall. Kris was truthfully fine she knew when there was internal bleeding in her head. It had happened about a year ago after a fight at the stables that she put herself into. Her head had hit the railing of a training oval and she was rushed into surgery. Luckily she was saved, but she had known the feeling of the blood leaking down her head it was easy to tell. Also you could feel it when you fell she put her hand behind her head and found nothing she spoke. I'm perfectly fine. Her head then turned as her glance fell out the bedroom window and she placed her hands on the window sill. Suporting her weight she couldn't help but feel like she had just lost a war. Not the one with the small amounts of pain flickering in her head after her fall but from the kiss with Beau. Maybe he had thought it wasn't like her but Kris had been in that moment. Who cared anymore...right?
Her hair had danted back into her face as she took slow breaths to regain herself as she saw a car that looked familiar pass. A old mustang beat up and a ugly shade of blue was one of her friends back from New Orlean's last car they stole. This one was a mustang with black paint and the driver wasn't anything like her friend. Shaking her head she felt a bit sick, what had gone wrong both here and in the last few weeks?
|
|
|
Post by Beau on Feb 23, 2008 13:03:15 GMT -5
Jaw set, he shook his head slowly. He didn’t know whether the girl was intoxicated by his very presence, or if she just lacked balance and motor skills, but he was slightly worried. After having a concussion or two, he was well aware of the side affects they could bring. Emotions at the wrong time- that’d already happened; lack of balance and motor skills, that too. Beau thought she was staring- but it could also be from his amazing looks. He couldn’t be sure. He was going to get her to a doctor, one way or another. Even if it meant that he was to get hurt in the process; it’d be another excuse to go anyways.
“No.” He shook his head firmly, lips pursed grimly. “You can have con…” He thought hard for a moment, cheeks slightly turning a lovely shade of magenta. It was obviously the wrong time to mispronounce a word. Instead of trying again, he gave up fully and raised his voice a notch higher in unison. “Sie könnte eine gehirnerschütterung. Bedeutet, dass hirn-trauma, und möglicherweise auch in der funktion des verlustes. Sie gehen an das Krankenhaus, ob es ihnen gefällt oder nicht.” He snarled, brows furrowing together with anger. He obviously was strict when it came to shit like this.
Shaking his head, Beau wouldn’t have any of it. “No, you are not.” He walked over beside the girl as she leant on the windowsill, gasping for breath. Obviously, she wasn’t fine. He pulled the Escalade’s keys from his pocket, using the remote starter to warm the vehicle up. “Look.” He pointed to his vehicle, which had already roared to life and idled. “Started. Let’s go.” He took her arm gently, pulling her from the window. She’d be in trouble if that car idled for more than five minutes, Beau was sure of it. It’d be sweltering hot by the time the got down there, anyways.
*“Sie könnte eine gehirnerschütterung. Bedeutet, dass hirn-trauma, und möglicherweise auch in der funktion des verlustes. Sie gehen an das Krankenhaus, ob es ihnen gefällt oder nicht.”- “you could have an concussion. That means brain trauma, and possibly loss in function of it. You are going to the hospital whether you like it or not.”
|
|
|
Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 23, 2008 13:26:30 GMT -5
NO! She whipped her arm away and walked out of the bedroom door and the lights of all the apartments flickered on quickly as she dissappeared to the kitchen. Her arms crossed as she marched across the kitchen and grabed some pain pills from her cabinet. Yeah a lot of people kept them in the bathroom before they go to bed but she kept them in the kitchen. Another breath and she popped the pills swallowing them and grabbing a glass of water and feeling releaved. Then pain swelled through her head but it wasn't from the whack on her head it had to be something idfferent, something not to serious. The palm of her hand met her forehead as she leaned forward on the counter and groaned. Then she spoke to Beau and spoke, Okay now the hospital sounds fine with me. She groaned again at the pain in her head, it was the worst headache she'd have. If she went to the hospital she'd probably be put on antibiotics and some medication for a few days. She had her own car but it sucked, a battered old blue pick-up truck from the 90s and the blue paint had started to fade. Kris could have driven behind Beau but she knew that if this headache lasted then she'd probably have to ride with him. Grabbing her car keys she was about to head out by herself leaving Beau before she walked into the bedroom grabbing a pair of jeans and slidding the shorts off. Slipping on the jeans she also stripped from the sweatshirt and the tank top before grabbing a tee-shirt and slidding it on.
occ] it sucks [/occ
|
|