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Post by charlotte denver • on Jun 23, 2009 9:59:54 GMT -6
( C H A R L O T T E ) The tall figure walked down the path beside the mares field that had become her own personal shortcut. Her house was a couple of blocks away and after discovering this path behind her garden she had used it most of the time. It got her to her destination much quicker than the main roads. And her destination? Riverglass Ranch. The stables had become like a haven for her, to get her away from home. To be honest, she wasn't really what home was anymore; she'd been moved around so many times she could never really refer to the place where she lived as home. It was just 'the house' to her. Anyway, she was there walking, with her usual slouch, down the dirt path in her own little world. She barely noticed her surroundings before she stumbled over the rut in the path that she knew to avoid. Luckily she didn't fall over - her quick hands saved her by grabbing onto the fence beside her. With a sigh she carried on walking.
After feeding her 'white' mare, Dream, she headed over to the lounge. As she had come and rode her mare for a few hours yesterday she decided to let her rest for a while more and maybe lunge her later on. She could have gone back to the house but she just didn't see the point. 'All I would do was go on my laptop and zone out to music,' she reasoned. So why not stay here and meet some new people? Charlotte had made a few 'friends' at school but they didn't really interact with her much after school. It was time she made some new friends who loved horses as much as her. The sixteen year old, who had just reached the lounge, pushed open the door.
The room had an immediate calming effect on her. On one wall half of it was taken up by a huge window that allowed you to see into the indoor arena (Which was currently empty.) There was a wooden table with two chairs next to it and a small couch beside the door. In one corner stood two vending machines for the peckish or thirsty rider. Charlotte unzipped her Helly Hansen coat and flung it onto the couch. She was wearing a light green t-shirt with 'NATURE LOVE' scribbled across it. There was also an outline of a tree across the chest area, just below the writing. On her legs she had on her skinny jeans with her black and blue converse sneakers on her feet. Charlotte flopped into the couch, nestling between the cushions comfortably.
The female pulled out her notebook and pen from her coat pocket. Taking the pen in one hand and opening the notebook with the other, she settled into her writing mode. Right now she was working on a story about a boy kidnapped as a baby and his adventures as he tried to find his parents. So far she had the first chapter written but she was full of ideas for the next chapter. So, drawing her feet up beside her in a 'V' shape, she began to write.
word count;; 528
muse;; high.
music;; assorted. xD
comments;; Pretty good! This post doesn't really show her/my personality but I'm sure the following ones will. <3 Enjoy!
for;; skye with skylar
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Post by Skylar Frieathy on Jun 23, 2009 10:17:28 GMT -6
Skye made his way towards the lounge. He smiled happily...Life was good. Ever since he met Sammie...But she wasn't here at the moment. So he desided to live in the now. He was wearing a botton down t-shirt with wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. His golden blonde hair was a bit shaggy. Later today he was going to look at a little paint. As he past his boy Tango he patted him. You can have the day off today boy... He said. Giving him a carrot. He opened up the door to the Lounge. There was a girl there with a notebook. He closed the door quietly. Morning.. He said quietly. Tipping his white cowboy hat. He sat down on one of the couches looking at the girl. She looked young, sixteen maybe. He remembered those days. He chuckled when he though about high school. Darned place.
He scanned her over. She looked young. Not uncomfortable though. He wished that was his case. Young and outgoing. Hah, it's fun to dream hey Skye? Yeah, so back to the story. It was a hot day, he un-bottoned the top botton of his top. He ran his fingers through his hair. The silence was scary. Well for him. The silence really had no answers only questions..I wonder if anybody realized that. He just remembered the one thing he wanted other then to just chill out. He was so thirsty..well he was used to dry weather. Alabama wasn't any better. Homier and full of red-necks. But it was still just as dry. He walked to the vending machiene. He put in a dollar bill and pushed the botton for a Coke Zero. Yum. His favourite. He went back to the chair and sat down. Was this girl going to talk to him. He hoped so. Friends were great, too bad he didn't know how to erally make them. He popped the tab on the can, it cut the silence in the room...Finally.
muse;;; okay
words;; 330
song;; None
notes;; Skye and his diet pop always cut the silence!
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Post by charlotte denver • on Jun 23, 2009 10:40:36 GMT -6
( C H A R L O T T E ) The teenager was in her own little world. All she could hear was the scratch, scratch of her pen as it scrawled her ideas onto the untainted white page. Charlotte's ideas were tumbling over each other as she wrote and she was struggling to keep up with them. In ten minutes she had written seven full pages. The female reached up to brush the hair from her face absent-mindedly as it fell into her eyes. That reminded her - she had to go into the next town over and get some new contact lenses next week. Charlotte continued to write but her mind wasn't totally on it anymore. Even so, she barely heard the door open and the voice greeting her didn't get through to her brain.
Charlotte began to slow down - as if her waterfull of ideas and enthusiasm had been blocked. She was determined to keep on working though. POP! Now completely distracted, she looked up abruptly. What had popped? Then she saw a guy with a can of Coke Zero in his hand; the guilty culprit. Trying not to show her annoyance at being disturbed, she offered a small smile. Obviously she wouldn't be able to continue now. With a barely audible sigh she placed her book and pen on the floor. Charli looked up and decided to be friendly. "Hey. I'm Charlotte but you can call me Charli - everyone does," she said with a grin. The female shifted her position to face more towards this new guy. "I just moved here a few weeks ago from England," [/color] she added, silently wishing she could get rid of her accent. While waiting for an answer she began to bite her fingernails absent-mindedly. word count;; 286
muse;; pretty good.
music;; assorted. xD
comments;; Meh. At least this shows my personality and my worst habit. xD
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Post by Skylar Frieathy on Jun 23, 2009 10:59:55 GMT -6
Skye smiled and said. I just came here a bit ago to. Except I am from Alabama. I am Skye by the way..Nice to meet you. His voice was quiet. He blushed slightly. Sorry to bother you. I did say Morning... He said. Looking down taking a sip of his pop. He looked up at her and said You must not have heard me... He shifted uncomfortably. He felt like a bug under a microscope. Not where to go. Trapped really. He gently ran his tounge on his bottom lip. Wow, what a great start of the day. Meeting a new person that is from England. Good part. He just forgot how to talk. Bad part. Well he never really was outgoing.
He twiddled his thumbs a bit..He scratched his arm. Just for something to do. It really wasn't that ichy. He crossed his legs. Um, were you writing a book? He asked. He felt sudden releaf. He could talk again..Good! Except just then he realized how stupid he sounded..Oh well. Can't go back now. He just desided to shut up because nothing really was going right.
muse;; Very bad.
words;; I dont think anybody cares.
song;; None
notes;; Syke can talk! WOO!
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