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Post by -- abbey levesque. on Sept 29, 2009 18:18:32 GMT -5
A B B E Y
e v e r y w h e r e . i ' m . l o o k i n g . n o w
i ' m s u r r o u n d e d b y y o u r e m b r a c e
♥ I sat in the front seat of my blue Camaro sports car and let my feet slip out of these uncomfortable high heels, my toes pressing against the soft beige carpet under the brake. Running a hand through my chestnut hair and pulling it back behind my shoulders, I relaxed my neck, hitting the headrest softly. I tried to remember the way he said my name, the feel of his arms wrapped around my waste, but couldn't seem to bring back the right sentences. I sighed, allowing my arm to fall from my tense shoulders and loosen my seatbelt. He was back in California, but I couldn't let myself believe it would be the last time I saw his face, this silly schoolgirl crush I'd never let go of. I was still stuck on someone miles away, and no one living here in West Virginia could understand the pain I faced every night, the tears streaming down my face doing nothing to help my insomnia.
♥ Sitting here in the heat of the car, though it was a cool autumn day outside, the leaves just beginning to change, I had to resist that urge to cry again, here in mid day. No, I was about to go to this Pinewood Stables place and take a look around before Saint arrived. He'd be here in just a few hours, by my calculations. Maybe if I was feeling up to it, I could find someone to spend that time with while I waited. Alright. I sat up, almost opened the door, and then remembered that I had to look pulled together. I flipped open the little compact mirror on the visor, the automatic light came on, and I leaned in close to reapply my eyeliner. My light auburn curls were frizzy, so I pulled them back into a loose ponytail, and hopped out of the car, my Ugg boots crunching on the gravel surface below me.
♥ From far away, I might have even looked intimidating, my tan still fresh and deep from summer, wearing Eagle skinny jeans, my boots, a flowy blue top to match my eyes that you couldn't see behind dark aviators, a frappucino in hand. I took a sip of the sweet coffee through the little green straw and felt a rush of adrenaline through my veins. I could do this. Putting on a smile because I had no idea what I was doing, I headed toward the barn, a large structure towering over my head and into the blue sky, higher and higher as I came closer. I passed the stable office. I was one of those people that didn't read the instruction manual, and getting help from the front desk is what I would consider to be unnecessary directions.
♥ I wondered where I would stop. I just kept walking and walking, through two large wooden doors, open wide, where the stalls began and I could finally relax. That smell of hay, dust, and horses filled my nose, I breathed in and calmed down. That's when I noticed someone up ahead, walking down the aisle, and remembered all the tack and gear I'd left in my car. "Hello? Uhm, excuse me?" I called out, my voice loud in the silence of the barn, ringing clear. "I'm new here, and I could use some help getting my stuff moved in before my horse gets here."
NAME abigayle nicole levesque
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OUTFIT here !
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COPYRIGHTS character copyright to Awry at Pinewood Stables. Image copyright to its rightful owner. Person is Joanna Levesque. Post and post format is copyright to Tabs at Forever and Always.
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Post by <Ryan Wesley> on Sept 29, 2009 22:12:42 GMT -5
Ryan Wesley had woken up and yawned. He stretched and looked around. For once in his life he was single and hadn't been in a bed with a girl in over two months. He felt so weird to say he was single and say he hadn't slept with a girl in that long. To him it was humiliating. Someday maybe he would find the perfect one, and maybe he would jsut be like this the rest of his life. God he hoped not because someday he wanted to settle down and have a couple kids. I mean what person didn't after being wild for ten years?
He got up out of bed and showered and shaved. He got dressed into a pair of somewhat baggy pants, but not real baggy. He put on hsi cowboy boots, and a muscle shirt. Ok, so he didn't look like a cowboy or dress like one, but he was a blood cowboy. He was a rodeo cowboy. He roped; team roping and calf roping. And he rode bulls, along with the occasional bronc; either saddle or bareback. He didn't care but mostly bull riding. He was good and he loved the adrenaline rush. But no one around here really thought of him as a brave man because of it.
He walked out of his house with a cup of coffee and drove to the barn. once there he got out and sipped at his coffee and smiled. He loved his coffee. I gues it was better then beer, but that would come later tonight. He was feeding his stud horse when he heard a holler from sounded like a girl. "Hello? Uhm, excuse me?" The voice paused and then it came again. "I'm new here, and I could use some help getting my stuff moved in before my horse gets here." He heard and he spun around and saw the girl.
Now, she didn't look like no cowgirl but oh well. He was gonna be nice and help this young lady. He knew how if felt to not be helped while moving. He had the problem. He seemed to be an outcast here.. He walked over and smiled to her after sipping at his hot coffee. "Howdy ma'am. I am Ryan Wesley." He said in an australian accent in which that was where he came from. He smiled and watched her. "I can help you with what you need." He said and sipped at his coffee once more.
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Post by Charlie Parker on Sept 29, 2009 23:44:29 GMT -5
NOTE: Abbey Levesque, please post in third person. For example "She went to the store" not "I went to the store" or "Her car died" not "My car died." Roleplaying should all take place in third person as if you're telling a story about someone, not writing an auto-biography about yourself. If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me or any of the other staff.
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Post by -- abbey levesque. on Sept 30, 2009 9:03:21 GMT -5
oh, crap. i forgot. sorry! xD i'll make sure to do that for my next posts. it's just a habit i've gotten into on my past few sites(: won't happen again. [/blockquote] |
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Post by -- abbey levesque. on Sept 30, 2009 17:28:26 GMT -5
A B B E Y
e v e r y w h e r e . i ' m . l o o k i n g . n o w
i ' m s u r r o u n d e d b y y o u r e m b r a c e
♥ A quizzical look crossed the brunette's face, baby blues cast over the boy in a half-second, evaluating, but smiling at the same time. He wasn't exactly her style, but she had to admit, he was cute. Abbey just wasn't the type to go after those muscly, clean-cut types. His voice sounded like the Crocodile Hunter's, the cause of a faint little smirk across her lips. Country wasn't her kind of guy, either. But he sure did make a nice offer. "Nice to meet you, Ryan Wesley. I'm Abbey. Nice to meet an Aussie." She grinned, tossing her long chestnut hair behind her shoulder with a flip of her head.
♥ There was no doubt that Abbey Levesque was one of those few female specimens that every guy wanted to know. She didn't seem to understand that with every bat of her eyelash, every demure smile she gave, she left another heart aching. She was young, innocent, and had never been in a serious relationship, just a new player to a game she didn't quite understand yet. But she had fun with what she knew working her charm on the few guys she managed to talk to. It helped that he'd been so carefree in answering, too. Her fingers combing through the loose ponytail of her light auburn waves, she let the elastic untangle and her hair fell back from the nape of her neck, swaying with the slight movement of the air. She couldn't seem to figure out why on her own, but it made perfect sense that he'd wanted to help.
♥ Still, why waste time on introductions? Gracefully, her body turned away from her new acquaintance and she was walking back down the stable hall, toward the big wooden doors and her blue sports car. "I'm just out here. Nothing really heavy, or at least, it shouldn't be for you." The words hinted at a Celtic lilt, or an accent of some sort, though she'd been born and raised in California. Abbey was a cultured girl. Maybe that's what made her seem so different from everyone else, in the most appealing way. "Looks like I made it in time for the gun show." She giggled, throwing her head back to the sun above as they exited the barn, reveling in her own joke.
♥ Then, it was only a few steps across the gravel in her little tan boots before she could pop the trunk of her car and look down at the contents. Little tack trunks, all navy and engraved in gold, containing tacks of different variety, a few spare headstalls, snaffles, all in little plastic tubs. She leaned forward, making an effort not to look like some posed pin-up girl leaning over a car, and retrieved the heaviest of the trunks, heaving it out of the car and letting it rest on the bumper with a grunt. "Let's start with that, eh mate?" Her voice in an imitation of his suggested, one eyebrow raised, a sly smile directed toward Mr. Wesley as she squinted up at him. Taking a lighter one for herself and shutting the Camaro's trunk again, she followed behind him. "So have you been here long, cowboy?"
NAME abigayle nicole levesque
WORDS 546
OUTFIT here !
OOC finished
COPYRIGHTS character copyright to Awry at Pinewood Stables. Image copyright to its rightful owner. Person is Joanna Levesque. Post and post format is copyright to Tabs at Forever and Always.
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Post by <Ryan Wesley> on Sept 30, 2009 22:39:52 GMT -5
Ok, so this Lady he had just offered to help with her stuff wasn't his type. He would admit. But you never know. Sometimes complete opposites attract and do better then couples the same. But he was going to be nice and be a gentleman. Was that a crime? Nah, sure it wasn't. Maybe he could get a date out of her.. well maybe not. He wasn't sure, depended on how much they talked. But he was gonna take his time.. "Nice to meet you, Ryan Wesley. I'm Abbey. Nice to meet an Aussie." She told him and he looked at her. He could have taken that offensively, but he didn't. He just smiled. "Nice to meet you Abbey. " He said still using his australian accent. He could hide it when he wanted to, but right now he didn't feel the need to.
He followed her out to her fancy sports car. Ok, so she was girly. A little too girly for him. He wasn't gonna lie. He had a big ole beastly dodge, but it was older and not brand new. He wasn't that rich. "I'm just out here. Nothing really heavy, or at least, it shouldn't be for you." He smiled to her and nodded. "Most likely." He said and looked out at her car. "Looks like I made it in time for the gun show." He told her and he looked at her, not understanding but he laughed with her.
He walked out and to her car. He smiled seeing all her tack and her tack box. She lifted the tack box and rested it up on the bumper. He smiled. "Let's start with that, eh mate?" He took the handle in one hant and waited for her to move so he could get the other one. "I can take this for you ma'am." He told her and laughed at her trying to have an australian accent.
So have you been here long, cowboy?" She asked him and he chuckled a little. Wow, that was some question. I guess you could say he was a cowboy, even though he didn't look the look to well. "Umm, about two months now. " he said smiling a little. "I moved her to settle down, but it hasn't worked yet. I have been doing more rodeo then dating." He laughed a little and followed her in to where she wanted to tack box.
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