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Post by larkeh; on Feb 27, 2008 19:11:49 GMT -5
Westley gave a bit of a nod when she spoke of going to juvenile hall and getting in a fight. He couldn't help but chuckle, completely able to picture Kris beating the snot out of some girl. She was a tiny little thing but you didn't want to get on her bad side. She'd never actually laid a painful hand on him, though many times he'd seen that look in her eye that she wanted to, but being the smooth talker he was he'd always talked her out of it. A few of his friends however hadn't been as lucky and had experienced the wrath of Kris. He'd heard second hand that she delivered a painful punch.
He understood finding the place where you belonged. Growing up he'd never fit in with the other kids his parents basically forced him to be friends with. He finally rebelled against them and he realized he never was going to really fit in with the upper class. Sure he was as self-obsessed, conceited, and snobby as they were, but underneath all that the blue blood didn't run through his veins. Maybe it never would. He was just sort of the black sheep of his family and he always would be.
The foal grew restless just standing there while Kris and Westley talked. The young woman reached into her pocket pulling out a bit of carrot. This seemed to excite the foal and she snaked her neck out to snatch it up. This sudden motion caught Westley off guard and he stumbled forward, bumping into Kris. He instinctively reached out, the lead dropping from his hand. He wrapped his arms around her so she couldn't fall and then laughed some, releasing her and reaching for the lead line. He took the carrot from Kris and started to eat it himself as a joke before two looks were shot his way and he chuckled, surrendering the vegetable to the little horse.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 28, 2008 6:57:45 GMT -5
As her mind swept into action and Westley was falling her way a smile came over her face as if she was gonna be crushed underneath him. Kris couldn't help but start to laugh and then she looked at him as he took the carrot and ate part of it. Come on you can't tease her she's a baby. When she saw him give the little filly the carrot she smiled and shook her head as the filly also shook her entire body making the lead flail around a few seconds before they both stopped. Kris then raised and eyebrow and spoke a second. Wait here. Pointing her finger up to say one second she ran to the arena door and opened it running down the stable aisle. It took her only a few seconds leaving Westley and the filly alone together. In those seconds she had grabbed her grooming kit for the filly and a bag of smaller carrots. Taking a deep breath she was then at the arena door again. Opening it once more she turned around and closed it as she approached the filly and Westley.
Okay so you learned to lead how about... Taking a pause and tapping her chin looking up she then started to speak again. You could groom her and if you get hungry have some carrots. Laughing a little she set down teh grooming bucket and then drew her hand over the filly's back and scratched on her withers. Kris loved it when the filly shook her when she was tickled but Kris knew it wasn't an irritation. She's ticklish. Just like Kris the filly was ticklish on her back and so was she along on her sides but only a few people knew that like Westley.
Mind slithered about Kris's head as she felt the filly nudging her side Kris snapped out of the trance. She was about to say Huh? But she couldn't really bring it to herself she didn't wanna feel stupid. Westley so far was part of the filly's life maybe they could think of a name together. What should we...I mean name her? Her cheeks had flushed a small b it of pink underneath the arena's lights seeming red and crystal clear in vision. But Kris didn't know it she only felt the flare of it in her cheeks.
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Post by larkeh; on Feb 29, 2008 23:12:43 GMT -5
A laugh escaped Westley's pale pink lips at her reprimand and he shrugged. "I was hungry," he protested in a whiny voice, giving a pitiful look. He really was quite hungry, having not eaten since four that morning, but he was trying to ignore his growling stomach. This wasn't easy though as like every other man he thought mainly about two things: food and sex. Westley really wasn't all that complex of a person to figure out.
He was surprised as Kris turned to say she'd be right back and he watched her walk away. He stared at her body as it swayed with each step, admiring her curves. What man wouldn't? But he wanted to be her friend first so he'd keep himself in check and not act on lust. The foal nudged him with her red nose and he smiled a bit, reaching a large hand back to touch her little nose. He smiled a bit, "You sure are a sweet little thing," he murmured to her with a sigh. He looked up in surprise when Kris spoke and laughed lightly under his breath out of embarrassment. He'd just been caught talking to a horse!
He recovered quickly enough from his mortification, reaching a hand into the bag of carrots and shoving a few in his mouth, ignoring the looks he was given. When the last thing you'd eaten was an egg mcmuffin nearly twelve hours ago you didn't even care. It was clear this was the case as the young man was practically inhaling the things, occasionally handing one over to the horse. Finally he had cleaned out the bag and he grinned embarrassedly, having not intended to do such a thing. He fished through the grooming box unsure of what he was supposed to use.
He postponed his search when he heard Kris laugh as the foal shook at Kris' touch, the young woman explaining that she was ticklish. "Like you," he said with a nod clearly remembering the exact spots that would force her into a fit of giggles. It had taken him awhile to find these places, but he had through trying different spots during the time he'd known her. The funnest was to just lean over when she was zoned out in a good TV show and catch her off guard. She had the most adorable laugh in the world, it really was quite appealing. He'd have to see if she was still ticklish in the same spots sometime, but not now since the horse stood between them.
He dropped his gaze into the caddy, fishing around and finally plucking up a brush with long soft bristles. He had no idea if it was even the right brush, but he figured he'd use it anyway. It didn't look like it could do any harm. He stood up again and began to make long strokes over the horse's side and back, knocking a bit of dust into the air. He wasn't even sure why he found the little horse appealing, but he liked her. He was quite focused in what he was doing, surprised when Kris spoke for the first time in a little while. He cocked his head a bit and looked the horse over, "Something French," he said with a nod of his head, "Is she gonna be a race horse?" A few things popped to mind, but he wouldn't mention them unless she gave him the go ahead.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 1, 2008 7:38:33 GMT -5
I see you've taken a liking to her. A smile creased in her lips as she let her hand drift over the spots where the filly had gray. Basically all over the little yearling's head where the blaze stood out. The question of the name rang in her head as she smiled at the filly before looking at Westley. Ha ha. Why french? How about english? Her eyebrow raised before the filly tried to stick her nose in Kris's pocket before halting and pricking her ears as she felt something combing at her body. It was some sort of brush that the lady had used but it wasn't the lady it was Westley. And to answer your other question she is gonna race. Also congratulations you picked a soft dandy brush. Since she's so small that's perfect because well it is soft. A small giggle escaped Kris's lungs as she grabbed a plastic comb from the bucket and walked to the side Westley was on and started to comb the yearling's mane. So much attention the yearling was getting and by the way she was sitting there comfortably Kris knew she loved it. Some facts might help Westley if he couldn't think of any so she decided to give him some. If you get stuck here are some facts on her. She'll grow to be at least sixteen hands, the vet says he genetics and also from what he's seen she'll probably be a bay. Which means black mane and tail and a chocolate body. Kris had had no luck in names so how would Westley when he barely knew the filly? Well if he stayed for a while maybe he would.
She did however have one feeling and that was a hypothesis. Maybe this reunion between the two which couldn't have been any better might turn out to be the best thing in her life. But really only Kris reactions to everything, everybody, her job, and now seeing Westley would determine the outcome. Kris though did have one question on her mind if he had been in a serious relation either now or after she left. So she blurt it out being a nosey person, So it might sound weird and a nosey but have you been in any serious relationships since I've been gone? If so she wouldn't take it hard but if he was at this moment then it would be like an airpline had just crashed into her. Things with him had always been hard but things with Kris had always been hard as well. Destiny? Fate? Or whatever had brought them together in New Orleans. She was happy it had.
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 1, 2008 13:18:01 GMT -5
Westley stopped brushing the horse for a moment, setting the brush down as he pulled his coat off. He probably shouldn't be working with something as filthy as a horse in a two hundred dollar t-shirt and jeans that had cost him half that, but it wasn't as though he couldn't replace them easily if they got ruined. He had plenty of clothes that were just like these. It might seem as though the young man was squandering his inheritance, but fact was he'd hardly put a dent in his trust fund. Meanwhile his idiot brother had squandered nearly a third of a million on an engagement ring for his girlfriend and then allowed her to use his credit card on shopping sprees. Sure Marlee was gorgeous, but she was also quite stupid in Westley's mind and he couldn't believe his brother was so naive as to not get a pre-nup.
Wes shook his head, turning his thoughts back to the horse as he tossed the jacket over the fence. Thinking about his brother only ticked him off. He laughed when Kris opposed his suggestion of French, "French is amazing, that's why." He bent over to pick up the brush and slowly resumed the grooming, listening to her. "Well look at it this way," he said with a nod, pausing for a moment and gesturing to himself, "I'm half-French, and if I was a horse I'd be like Oceancracker, or whatever that famous horse's name was." He chuckled to himself and went back to brushing the foal, honestly knowing nothing about racehorses, which was obvious in that he had completely slaughtered Seabiscuit's name.
They were silent for a while before she spoke, having moved to stand next to him and running a wide-toothed comb through the foal's mane. He smiled a bit, "You've met me ain't ya Krissy," he said with a shake of his head. He was silent for a moment before he shrugged, "But I don't know. I'm just kinda sick of using women like objects," he said quietly. This was something he'd never tell another guy, but a girl could understand that, right? Again silence fell over them as Westley moved around to the other side of the horse, somehow knowing to keep close to the horse's butt as he did so. He picked up the stroking motion once more and then looked over at her, "And how about you? You've got to have a beau around here somewhere." He had meant beau as merely a synonym for boyfriend, but he had no idea how strangely ironic his statement was.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 1, 2008 13:33:19 GMT -5
Kris heard everything and registered everything that Westley had done in these past few mintues which was now practically half an hour since they had seen each other. Already she felt the need for him to be in her life again, not as anything more than a friend. Your doing good with her. So she really needs a name. Smiling at him she moved back to the side he was on standing up straight and grabbing a second soft brush from the bucket and moving in the stroking pattern. Looking at his hand move over the filly with the brush she looked from that to his face and smiled. When she heard him say that he wanted to stop treating women like objects she wasn't surprised that he did. Then she heard him ask if she had a beau and then she turned to him wanting to scream but she just turned and shook her head speaking. Come on you know me better. I've been single since New Orleans. A smile crossed her face and one of those truthful smiles.
The small filly wiggled as Kris let some more of the lead go and then the filly stopped. At a girl. It was a whisper and Kris liked how the filly also leaned into the attention she was getting from the two people. As if they were mommy and daddy.
occ] sorry no muse [/occ
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Post by larkeh; on Mar 1, 2008 20:50:17 GMT -5
Westley shook his head a bit at her reply and laughed, "Sure you haven't," he teased her, exaggerating the "sure." He had to wonder if she was being truthful, even though she showed no sign of lying. Pretty girls never stayed single for long and he knew it. Guys like he used to be were always eager to snap them up the second they could and he doubted even these horse people were that much better than some of the scum he'd hung around with.
Among this scum was a "friend" that had raped Kris for which Westley had not been pleased. If he'd realized what had been going on he'd have stepped in, but he'd just thought Kris was drunk and a little horny. It had never dawned on him what Everett was up to. After he'd found out about it he'd been furious, sure he'd taken advantage of his share of girls, but never had he forced them into anything. Furthermore he was protective over her back then, treating her like the little sister he'd never had. In the end Everett ended up feeling the consequences of his actions in the very place that had gotten him in trouble to begin with, and Westley had never talked to him again.
Westley decided a change of conversation should probably be made as he didn't want to lead her on. He hadn't decided yet what he wanted as she'd just walked back into his life for the first time in years. "What do you think of Cocoa Quette, kinda a play on the French word for flirt," he said with a smile, remembering she'd said the horse was going to turn a chocolate color. He nudged the foal with a smile, "What do you say? Wanna be a Cocoa?"
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Post by ♥ poppies on Mar 2, 2008 8:18:11 GMT -5
I'm telling the truth ever since juvi these pretty things have been my life. Anyways why type of guy wants to date a girl who likes horses and has a short temper? Raising her eyebrows she looked at him and it was a truthful face. Seeing Westley for this time in her life had to be the only good time maybe, he had come at a perfect time. If he stayed for a while he could help Kris train the little yearling. After that thought she heard him say a name, Cocoa Quette. It sounded interesting and when she heard him ask the filly if she wanted to be Cocoa the filly pricked her ears and shook her head to the side. Turns out it was a no. I liked it. But maybe something else. One name. A frown had crossed her face. The filly really did need a name but one that she'd like. If the name Ruffian had still been available she totally would have snatched it for the filly but it had been taken a few years ago.
Maybe something to do with New Orleans or something else. Eyes gazed over the now shimmering coat of the yearling and the glossy mane. It was amazing how some time and effort put into something could do so much. Putting the small comb into the bucket she crossed her arms and looked over the filly before turning her back to the front of the filly's head. Slidding her hand down her front leg and lifting it to evaluate the hooves to see if they were dirty. They were almost spotless even after the filly's play time inside.
occ] crappy almost no muse, i'm sick. *whines* [/occ
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