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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 2, 2012 15:04:34 GMT -5
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Florence kicked up her feet and rested them on the red and blue floral footrest. She propped herself up using one elbow, and reached out to pick up her black A4 sketchbook which currently lay on the coffee table beside Florence. Florri flopped the sketchbook onto her lap and reached into her pocket for her phone. She opened it up and clicked on Photo Album. She flicked through the photos and came up with the photo she was looking for. Florence glided her hand across the perfectly still sketchbook and put her finger on the edge. She flicked up the edge of the cover and opened up the sketchbook to the first pAge. She glanced down at the drawing on the clean sheet and then turned over to the next page. She went through the book like that until she found the. Ext spare page with now drawings or any writing on. Florri snatched up her pencil case from beside herself and put her hand inside and pulled out her three drawing pencils. One for shading, one for drawing and one for the outlines. Florri picked up the drawing pencil and poised it in her hand. She glanced at the picture on the phone, enlarged it to see it more quickly, tucked a strand of hair behind she ear then began to draw.
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Post by danii on Feb 2, 2012 15:18:14 GMT -5
Kieran came walking in, a saddle in each hand and a bridle on each shoulder. The bridles and saddles clinked in rhythm to his walk, a trail of mud following him. He'd clean that mud up later, but for now, he really needed to clean his tack. He'd gone hacking out ealier with Bliss for the first time and they'd ended up galloping down a very muddy track and in to a hedge since that was the only way the bloody horse would stop. He wouldn't have done that in a normal situation, since Bliss probably would have jumped the hedge with her ears pricked, no but she was going way too fast for her to even attempt to jump it. He could have cleaned his tack in the tack room, but it was cold out there, and he could watch TV in the common room, so dorms it was.
As he opened the door to the large open room, he paused and quirked an eye brow towards a woman sitting down, drawing. He frowned, stared at her for a moment, then walked in a dropped the tack on the floor near a chair. He pulled out his special saddle soap and went to the sink to fill a bowl of warm water. Once that was done, he sat down, placed the bowl beside him on the small coffee table and soaked the two bits while he began to dismember the saddles. All the while completely ignoring the girl.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 2, 2012 15:38:14 GMT -5
Florence drew the shape of the person in the picture, then used her outlining pencil to draw a fine line around the main parts of the drawing. She flicked her eyes up to the door as it creaked as it opened. She took in the boy who entered, her eyes going up and down. She managed a brief, "Hi. " to the boy, in welcoming, and then turning back to her drawing. Her fingers snapped onto her jeans as she tapped in time to a piece of music she replayed in her head over and over again. When the person didn't say anything and ignored Florence, she sighed and snagged her iPod of of her pocket. She rolled her eyes as she noticed he big trail mud everywhere from his saddle and bridle and then grinned. She looked as he filled up the bowl and started to clean. Thoughts ran through her mind, some like 'Why is this bOy cleaning his tack in the common room?' or 'why is he bringing his tack into here. ' pen didn't care that it was muddy now, jus as long as she wasn the one that had to clear it up. She turned backfire her draing and became lost in her own drawing world. After she had finished adding a little detail to the rough prone of the drawing, she turned her body and rested her feet into the ground. She placed her book, still open on the correct page, onto the coffee table and stood up. She chcked her iPod back into her pocket and produced some change from her pocket. She walked over to the vending machine and bought a can of coke. She opened the can, took a seat on one of the cream hairs by the finding table, and sipped the drink.
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Post by danii on Feb 2, 2012 15:47:20 GMT -5
Since the woman seemed to be listening to her iPod, Kieran reached over, grabbed the TV controller and turned the TV onto the horse racing. Even though he was retired, he still liked to see how some of the horses he'd ridden were doing and such. Once he'd soaked the bits enough that the spit was no longer attatched to the metal, he began dismantling the bridles into separate pieces and scrubbing them clean with a sponge and a bit of soap. He became so involved in the scrubbing and racing that he totally forgot that he wasn't alone in the room. He almost jumped out of skin when he heard her open a can of coke. "Jesus!" he exclaimed in a thick Irish accent, dropping the piece of leather and sponge he was holding.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 3, 2012 3:16:13 GMT -5
Florence sipped her coke elegantly and watched as the boy took control of what was on that tv. She smiled weakly at the boy and muttered. "Your shouting scared me just as much as the can of coke opening scared you. " Florri sighed and turned her back from the boy to watch the racing. Even though she wasn't a rider herself, she liked to watch the horses run. Florri thought about how nice I would've been if her parents had let her ride when she wa younger. She smirked as the boy dropped all he was holding.
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Post by danii on Feb 4, 2012 8:24:53 GMT -5
Kieran grunted, looked up at the sound of the girl's voice and narrowed his eyes towards her. He thought about saying something, but with a small shake of his head, thought against it. He wasn't here to make enemies, he was here to learn more and to get his mental horses sorted out before they killed him. He picked the sponge and leather back up again and soak the sponge in the warm water before rubbing it in the saddle soap and cleaning the piece of leather again. As he scrubbed and heard the Irish accent on the TV, he thought of home and a sigh full of regrets, sorrow and maybe a little bit of hatred escaped his lips. His father had been a good parent for the first few years of his life, showing him how to ride and then how to race. But after the accident, he changed. Kieran blinked away unshed tears and fixed his eyes back on the piece of leather and sponge in his hands.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 6, 2012 14:02:47 GMT -5
Florence sighed and sat down on the sofa, clattering her coke can onto the table. She flicked her rubber over her drawing to create a shine effect. She sat down and looked over at the positioning of all the horses on tv. Flo felt annoyed, and a little upset. That boy didn't want to do anything, just mope, it seemed.
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Post by danii on Feb 7, 2012 14:40:15 GMT -5
Once Kieran was sure his tears were gone, he sat back and dropped the sponge into the bowl of cooling water and put the pieces of tack back together. Suddenly he wasn't in the mood to clean tack. He stood and was about to walk out of the room when he heard something on the TV. "Let's not forget it's the birthday of Paddy O'Connor, who saddly died a few years back..." A picture of Kieran's father was shown. Kieran clenched his jaw and picked up the bowl of water as the TV carried on. "His son is also retired and moved to America after a few very good years of racing. He rode Desert Storm-" A picture of Kieran riding a large bay gelding was shown. "to that horse's first victory here almost three years ago..." Kieran almost threw the water down the sink and slammed the bowl down on the side. He then marched over to the TV remote and stabbed the off button.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 7, 2012 14:48:53 GMT -5
(Hey-o, are you able to register on the site of mine, the one we talked about in pms?)
Florence's attention was taken up fully when the tv commentator started talking about a guy who's birthday it was today. When the picture flashed up, Florence thought the guy was recognisable, yet she never knew him. It was like she knew someone related to the man. The next statement was made and the picture flicked onto the screen. Florri stared from the guy in the room, to the one on tv. They were definetly the same guy. She know knew where she recognised the first guy from. As soon as the boy turned off the tv, Florence said, "Is that you?" She asked.
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Post by danii on Feb 7, 2012 15:01:40 GMT -5
(Oh yeah! Duh! Sorry, I totally forgot, coz I've been mega busy, but I'll either join tonight, or tomorrow night ) Kieran was clenching his teeth so hard that they began to ache, but he didn't stop. He hadn't forgotten about his father's birthday, not at all, but he tried to forget, whenever he could. At the sound of the girl's voice, he turned to look at her, anger in his eyes. " Was. That was a long time ago, I don't race anymore." He shook his head and sighed heavily as he slumped heavily into his chair. " And before you ask, yes the man before was my father and yes he is dead, but don't say you're sorry, coz I'm not." No he wasn't. He was glad that old man was dead, for his mother's sake. The poor woman had aged beyond her years and now probably wouldn't live past 70, if she was lucky.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 13:12:58 GMT -5
Florence shuddered as the boy began to look even angrier. She watched as he began to speak to her. Florence gulped and realised she knew how she felt. "I know how you feel." She murmured quitly, as she sipped more of her coke. Her drawing didn't really matter any more.
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 13:19:12 GMT -5
Kieran was just about to rant and rave at the girl, when he saw the way she spoke and her facial expression. He paused and cocked his head to the side at her. "You do?" he whispered, unconsciously placing his hand on the biggest scar his had, a big angry thing on his stomach that hadn't healed correctly. Has she gone through what he and his mother had gone through? Kieran narrowed his eyes slightly and began to study the girl again, this time more intensly.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 13:28:08 GMT -5
Florence struggled to take in a breath and then sighed. "Yes, I do." She sighed then said. "You want to hear my tale? or I might as well just tell you the short version." She paused, then decided not to go on until she had had an answer. She gave a small shy smile to the boy.
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 13:36:15 GMT -5
Kieran quirked an eye brow towards the girl and sat up. "Tale? Is it story time?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but he wasn't trying to be mean or rude, that was just how he hid how surprised and relieved to have some there maybe understand what he was going through. "Sorry. You can tell me it if you want." He began to lightly trace the outline of the scar through his shirt as he watched her, his thoughts beginning to fly off.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 13:40:01 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes a little then smiled. "No, it isn't. Fine, I'll tell you the short way then." She murmured and then said. "My mother tried to commit suicide when I was 10. I understood and it was hell for me. My father was just as shocked. She tried two more times to commit suicide, once when I was 11, and then when I was 15, doing my GCSE's. I was terrified of what she would maybe do next and always lived the trauma of her doing something to myself or my dad." She said.
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 13:44:56 GMT -5
Kieran was expecting something bad, but not something like that. It was totally unexpected and not something he'd really thought about. When he was abused, he'd never thought of suicide, just of running away. He didn't think his mother had, but he hadn't seen her in years and by the time he'd come back from England, his father was dead and his mother looked almost relieved. Kieran sighed. "d*mn. That must of sucked. Where is she now?" There was no pity in his voice, and he didn't say the generic "I'm sorry" thing either. He hated it when people said that to him, people he didn't know or people that had never liked him.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 13:50:54 GMT -5
Florence sighed and then shook her head. it wasn't that bigg of a deal now, it had all been taken care of. She watched as the boy took it all in. She nodded. "Yeah, I don't care though now. she's been sorted out. She's in a holding camp." She looked up and smiled at the boy. "I don't want to sound really cheesy, but I think we're very similar. Friends?"
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 13:57:25 GMT -5
Kieran didn't like to think they were all that similar, yeah they'd been through some tough times and all, but she only held the emotional scars, he held both physical and emotional scars. He would forever be reminded of his father's drunken rage everytime he looked in the mirror shirtless and saw those scars marring his body. He'd never be perfect like those male models in adverts or those actors in flims and tv shows. "I don't mean to be rude, but I've just met you. I don't even know your name and you're asking to be friends? I'm sorry, but friendships are made gradually over small meetings."
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 14:06:38 GMT -5
She snorted as a reply, she couldn't stop. It escaped her lips. She calmed down and then laughed. "Oh, ok. I guess if i'd looked in a dictionary I wouldn't have got a better answer about the word 'friendship'." She said light-heartedly. "My names Florence, by the way."
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 14:12:36 GMT -5
Kieran sighed heavily, wishing he would think before he speaks instead of just blurting out everthing and hurting people's feelings. He looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't mean it the way it came out. I'm just trying to say that, do you want to hang out some more another time?" Wow, now where that that offer come from? He shook his head slightly and cleared his throat. "I'm Kieran."
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 14:17:20 GMT -5
She smiled and nodded. "Don't be, it doesn't matter, anyway." Florence explained. She took a deep breath, shocked at what he said. "Oh, uh- uh, yeah, ok." She stammered slightly. "That would be -uh- cool." She looked down and nodded. "Nice to meet ya, Kieran."
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 14:22:58 GMT -5
Kieran couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the fact Florence looked as shock and taken aback as he felt. Kieran wasn't one of those people who beat around the bush and did a whole load of stammering and such, no, he was always straight to the point. "Okay, great. Do you ride?" It might be something to do, they could ride out and maybe another horse to follow, Bliss might actually behave hacking out, or maybe she wouldn't.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 14:29:34 GMT -5
Florri smiled when he laughed, it was obvious what he laughed at. he laughed at her reaction. She didn't take offense, but found it pretty funny herself and hid a giggle. "Yeah. Well, a little. I haven't really done much." She said. "I guess you're a pretty good rider?"
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 14:38:27 GMT -5
Kieran nodded as an idea began to form in his head. "Well how much can you do? I mean, can you trot and canter?" Maybe he could teach her a little bit of riding, while he was leading her of course, since both of the horses he had were the least quiet horses to teach someone on. A thoroughbred wasn't the best horse to train a beginner on, since most of them tended to be quite high strung and mental in some way or another. "I guess I'm a good jockey, if I have the right horse but I'm not really racing anymore, I'm more into Eventing and jumping, so in those terms, I'm not that good at all really." He shrugged.
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 14:41:17 GMT -5
"I can trot, and canter, yes. And pop over a small jump. But I haven;t really progressed any further than that." She watched him, he seemed to be thinking up an idea. She smiled and then said. "I bet you are a good rider."
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 14:46:33 GMT -5
Well, she'd done more than he thought she had. When Florence had said that she hadn't ridden that much, he'd thought that she'd probably trotted and done a bit of canter, but that was it. "Good. Maybe I could teach you some more, if you want that is. I have a thoroughbred mare, Bliss, who loves jumping. She'll jump anything you put in front of her." He thought of the time he tried to stop her with a hedge and she jumped it instead of stopping. He smiled. He loved that mare, she was by far his favourite horse. Kieran snorted. "Nah, I'm not that good. Compared to some of the other riders here, I'm merely a beginner."
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 14:53:35 GMT -5
Florence smiled."That's sounds cool. I used to ride a thoroughbred." She borke off. Florence finished off her coke, squidged the can and then chucked it into the bin. She laughed. "I bet you are great. I bet half the people here can't ride evn half as well as you can."
(Having dinner now, will be back ni about 15 mins)
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 14:59:25 GMT -5
Kieran smiled and looked at the clock. Bliss had been fed around an hour and a half ago, so she should be fine to be ridden, and she'd already been out once today, so she wouldn't be all that fresh or hype. "Why don't we do that now? Bliss'll be much calmer, the calmest she'll be in a long time, and I have her tack all clean and ready for use. I'm not busy now. Are you?" He stood and began to collect the tack. "I guess if we're talking English riding, then maybe, but I've never been in a western saddle, so they're probably better than me, and I'm not all that refined enough, so the people who do hunting and dressage will probably be better than me."
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Post by ••NARLA•• on Feb 8, 2012 15:10:51 GMT -5
"I hate dressage and all that posh stuff too. I feel like just saying to them, just stick with the normal stuff, retards/." Florence said, standing up. "Yes, nows a good time. That's good then, it's all perfect and wokrs. i'm not busy." Florence brushed herself down then said. "I'll need to get into my riding stuff." She explained, looking down at her dusty jeans and tee.
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Post by danii on Feb 8, 2012 15:15:59 GMT -5
Kieran moved his head from side to side. "Dressage isn't really posh, it's about being able to control your horse and trusting your horse so much that you can do complicated movements with it. I like the fact if you do something right with that horse, that you're one with the horse and it's one the same wavelength as you." He sighed and shook his head. "Never mind, I'm talking nonsense. Right, well good. Let's go then." With the bridles on his shoulders, he put a saddle on each arm and looked up and down her. "Nah, just grab your boots, hat and body protector if you have one."
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