All the pretty little ponies... (supernora)

[Roses]

She fumbled with her old canvas bag, struggling to find her purse. What if she'd left it at home, and she didn't have her money or her special cash card thingies that mom loaded money into. Oh no... Not a good start. But she relaxed and let out a breath that she had been holding as her fingers clutched the battered old leather purse. She clicked it open happily and forked out a few dollars for the cab driver, who drove away without a second glance. She was left standing alone on a dirt road. She knew that behind her she would see the front office of the boarding school she really desperately wanted to attend. She had seen it only seconds earlier while getting out of the car. That seemed centuries ago now. She couldn't remember a thing.

She didn't have a lot of bags. Only one large one and two smaller ones, with her clothes, shoes, bathroom necestites and treasured personal possesions inside. She carried one of two handbags that she owned. One was far to nice to use daily and this one was nothing special, but it was special to her. It had belonged to her mustang taming grand mother. Of course, Ingé was far happier in the seat of a quarter horse, she loved the mustangs wild beauty and loping grace too. She turned around slowly, all her bags clutched tightly in her hands.

She wasn't really nervous. Not really. She was almost confident. Sh could ride. Yeah, she was okay and maybe even good and everything but she was still nervous. She didn't even own a horse. The colsest she had ever come was when she had looked after a tiny little icelanding for the summer. But there was no turning back now. She took a deep breath and made her way towards the wooden doors. She would soon be inside, soon be settling into her new apartment. It would be great, to have her own place. Soon, before she even realized it, she was inside the cosy little room. She couldn't see anybody and edcided there must be somebody in an office down the hall or something.

She laid down her bags for a moment and rung the bell a few times. Somebody better come soon becuase she was getting impatient. She sighed and looked around the room, wondering how many kids had passed through here before her. Mast have been a lot. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, anticipation growing inside her. She wanted to cry out, but instead rung the bell again, but much more quietly. She couldn't stand waiting but she didn't want to seem impatient, which was exactly what she was. She wiped the emotion from her face and busied herself putting on a fresh coat of lip gloss.

ooc-okay guys, whoever reads this post should know that it did not take me long, it's not hard to write long posts. It helps you to get to know your character. I hope this inspires you somehow! =)

[Super <3]

(Thanks for inspiring everyone! I love making long posts but it is hard when I am playing "the lady in the office" because she isn't a real charrie ^^ Just felt the need to explain in case you were thinking it!)

The woman strode in with a steaming cup of coffee and an expression of anger. Her mascara was striped down her eye from when she was applying it before being interupted. "Excuse me! If you may... STOP RINGING THE BELL!!!" Her breath was heavy from the weight she carried in her throat. She had been woken up early to get to the barn that took every possible relaxed moment from her. Her eyes were bloodshot but her hair still seemed to sit in a neat bun on her head.

Deep breaths, deep breaths. Her eyes shut for an extra moment to let her calm herself. Taking one last deep breath, she exhaled by saying, "You must be new here." Rubbing her head, she sat down and took another sip of her energy-maker. Calm yourself, she thought. It's alright. Shaking her head, she looked up at the girl with a more relaxed face. Adding another layer of lipstick, she sighed.

[Roses]

Inge had just finished with her lip gloss and was busy putting it away when a woman strode into the room. Her mascara was smudged and she looked very angry. She almost yelped in surprise when the woman practicaly screamed at her about ringing the bell too much. She turned bright scarlet and looked down at her toes. Reminding her she really needed a new coat of polish on them...

The womans eyes were blood shot. She looked ready to kill. A vision of her lying on the ground, blood everywhere with this strange person leaning over her cackling maniacly suddenly sprang to mind. She shook her head a few times. She didn't need enemies. Not here. It was supposed to be a fresh start. She acctually had a feeling the woman was like this to everybody.

She was relieved when the woman seemed to calm down considerably. Maybe she should try to make friends. Somebody to talk to when she was feeling glum... No she didn't have time to chat to a grouchy old receptionist. She tried very hard to not let the resentment she was feeling show on her face as she listened to the womans tired voice. 'Yeah, I just got here. My name should be on your computer or list or whatever. I'm Inge Sue Pansy and I think I booked an apartment to rent?'

She thought for a moment. She didn't need a stable. She didn't have a horse. Yes, one small apartment would do. Her parents had gotton her one of the most cheap ones so it was bound to be tiny. But she was only one person. How bad could it be. She just needed the number and the keys that was all and then she could go. She tried to smile warmly.

[Super <3]

Shaking her head back and forth, she commented, "Yeah, it is." Eyeing her with a daggering face, she continued, "Lessons? A horse?" She was sick of this girl already and it had only been a minute with her. Noticing her looking down agt her toes figuring out her polish, she sighed. This was one of those stuck up brats that she had always avoided for her problem of smacking them. Her hand felt the need to rise and let her get what she deserved but she managed to keep it rested on her computer mouse. The temptation was harsh but she kept still. Her body stiff but still sat straight and poised. Say something, I dare you, she thought to herself in a abusing tone.

[Roses]

She sighed at herself. One down, everybody else to go, she thought. If this was a preview of her stay here then maybe she was better off at home. In the... city. No no that was not her home. This was her home for as long as her parents let her stay. But the fact that this woman was looking at her like some kind strange substance on the bottom of her shoe really irked her, and she did not get mad easily.

Receptionist woman spoke again. Oh yeah. Right. Lessons. She was just so confused, angry and tired at the moment that she'd forgotten. Well at least this lady was good for something. It took every ounce of her self control to keep the corners of her lips turned up in a friendly-or not so friendly-smile. 'Right, yeah, lessons. Well, I don't have a horse so I don't need a stall. Um but yes please put me down for...' She hesitated for a moment, 'two instructed lessons a week.'

She didn't really know how everything worked but she was hoping for at least an hour of private instruction each week. Otherwise she would never get better. And maybe she would need a job. She would go into town tomorrow and see if there were any places looking for employees. In a town that small with only the riding school students and a very small amount of locals there were bound to be open positions. She shook herself out of her little day dream and looked the woman in the eye with some difficulty.

'So if I could, uh, just get my keys... and maybe the times of my lessons then... I'll be off.' She wanted to get out of this place. To be perfectly honest, she was d*mn terrified of the lady.

[Super <3]

Eyes following the girl, she continued, "Which days?" Her eyes wondered over to the window. This had to be the worst girl that had come here yet. Closing her eyes, she tried to chill out even more.

Jack Manning

The white tee clung to his defined muscules as he stepped into the cooled office. He had just been at my farm but decided to look around a different one for once. It was fairly early to be out and about but when he was done here, he was planning on going to play with Starbuck. Memories flooded into his mind, taking his emotions and swapping them with missery. Again, his day was crushed. He needed something to cheer him up... Seemed like he always did these days.

The tall, handsome boy shut the door behind him. Sometimes he knew he was a bit too comfortable at new places but... whatever! He thought back to his old life of football, girls, being a jock. Now all he could really remember was the fire. The fire that almost sent him homeless, broke, alone, to death. If he hadn't found his barn then he had no clue what he would have done. Memories of death and broken hearts shattered his happy ones. He knew that his life had been just one huge mess recently but that was not how it used to be. Again, he tried to think of when he was the leading star QB of his highschool. The days when he would have groups of girls following him. Although... girls still seemed smitten with him. They would fall in love at just one glance of him. When he had come over here, he had been met by four ladies. It always took a while to get them to leave and he usually ended up making excuses to get away. Now he was looking for that attention from a woman. He needed someone to pick him up and tell him everything would be okay. With no mother of any sort to help him through this... he needed someone.

Just what he wanted to find, a girl was in there like usual. His crystal blue eyes studied her and he strode over to her. "I'm Jack. Jack Manning. Who might you be?" His voice was smooth and creamy like always. Reaching out his hand, he readied to meet hers between them. Throwing his dirty blonde hair, he shone his dazzling white smile.

[Roses]

This was just getting worse and worse. Why in the world couldn't she remember all the details like lessons on what days? She would be annoyed with herself for crying out loud! This was the first and only second that she felt a tiny twinge of sympathy for the woman. Vile as she was. But she shook that feeling out of her as quickly as she could and racked her brain for apropriate times and days. Uuuuum... Tuesdays and Fridays seemed good enough. She again had difficulty looking the woman in the eye.

'Well... I would like Tuesdays and Fridays at four o clock please', she said in the most polite voice she could manage. She really just wanted her information printed on a piece of paper so that she could leave and begin with things four million times more enjoyable than this little chat she was having. She hoped very much that she hadn't forgotten anything else. She went over everything she needed inside her head. My apartments number... My apartments keys... My lesson times printed out...

It shouldn't be too hard really. It shouldn't be this hard. At least it was almost over. It was then when she was leaning against the wall next to the desk, that she heard a woosh of air as the door opened. A muscular, tall, blonde boy strode in. Ingé usually didn't go weak kneed for cute boys. Thi time was no different. She looked at him once and turned away. She was interested in him, yes, but she was not instantly obsessed.

The boy eventually came up to her and spoke. She looked him in his crystal blue eyes and found that they were way easier to look into than the receptionist. Maybe this was heaven sending her some kind of joy until this terrible experience was over. She thanked the lord inside her head. But she was confused. Ingé wasn't a bad looking girl. She was very cute actually, but not super runway model gorgeous like some girls.

'Well hello Jack Manning. I'm Ingé Sue Pansy. Pansy's my last name, it's just some people think I have like three names...' She chuckled. She had heard how he had exagerated the charm in his voice. Probably hoping she would fall for him right there and then. Well, she wasn't going to.