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Post by GABE HUNTER on Jul 20, 2012 7:45:08 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; float:right; text-align: left; margin-left: 113px; margin-top: -68px; margin-right: 30px; color: #56899C;]'cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 30px; float:right; text-align: right; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 5px; color: #6397AB; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #527F90;]hearts can change[/style][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #E6F2F2; color: #536E79; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -23px; border-top: 3px solid #7699A7; border-bottom: 3px solid #7699A7;] "What does someone have to do around here to buy a freakin' jacket?" The tall man muttered under his breath, dragging his heels as he walked around the shop floor. He scowled at the rows upon rows of brightly coloured trousers, t-shirts with cutesy slogans and little waistcoats that wouldn't do a darn thing to keep the cold out. All he needed was a good leather jacket - was that really such a ridiculous ask? He raked a hand through his mop of light brown hair, squinting at the available jackets as if one to his liking would suddenly appear out of nowhere. The only one that would come anywhere close to doing it's job was a dodgy looking shade of mustard. Flipping over the price tag, his blue eyes widening with incredulity. "200 freakin' dollars?!" He exclaimed, a little louder than he'd meant to. "Who the hell--" The man broke off mid-sentence as he realised the entire populace of the shop was staring at him. "Sorry." A sheepish grin spread across his lips, and he dipped his head bashfully, returning to his hunt for a jacket. Gabe stormed out of the store, grumbling under his breath. He guessed he'd just have to freeze to death now - he'd rather do that than wear one of those stupid jackets anyway. Despite the summer heat, Gabe often found that the insanely early mornings he spent down at the stable still held a pretty powerful chill. He strode through the shopping mall, feeling incredibly out of place in between the chattering droves of high school kids. If he'd spent the effort getting to this place, he might as well make a day out of it. A fast food store on his left caught his eye, and Gabe swerved through the crowds and into the doorway. Gabe exited the store with a contented smile on his face and a burger in his hand. He pushed through the crowd, muttering half-hearted apologies as he bumped into people. After much deliberation, he picked a spot on one of the benches at the side of the mall, as far away from the masses as possible. With a satisfied sigh, he sat down on the bench, leaning his back against the wall. Gabe bit into the cheeseburger, and began to slowly devour it as he watched passers by. Hundreds of vacuous faces walked past, consumed entirely by their trivial conversations. Talk about the latest trends, who kissed who and whether to get the dress in pink or blue reached his ears, and Gabe found himself rolling his eyes at the superficial nature of the people around him. He hated to admit it, but he knew that he indulged in the same kind of conversation - hearing it from others made him realise how stupid it all was. Not wanting to become completely absorbed by dissecting the inner workings of the human mind, Gabe stood up and tossed the burger wrapper into a nearby trash can. For a moment, he contemplated whether it was worth staying any longer; he wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep. But, he still needed a jacket, and sitting at home wasn't going to magic one up. Sighing, he turned on his heel and began to walk along the mall. ooc: open to anyone and everyone <3 [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN
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Post by LEAH MARIE FOSTER on Jul 20, 2012 11:57:35 GMT -5
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It was nice to not be wearing pants for once, Leah reflected as she smoothed down the front of her white sundress. She'd been trapped in breeches or jeans for so long she'd almost forgotten what it was like to have her expertly tanned legs showing. Of course, she'd had to go for a wax and a touch up on her tan before she'd even dared put the dress on, but it had paid off. The crocheted dress fell to mid thigh, showing off a lot of leg, also emphasized by her floral wedges. Without heels, Leah only stood at 5'3", but these, her favorite shoes outside of her riding boots, made her at least 5'7". Despite the abominable heat, Leah had chosen to leave her long dark hair loose, where it curved in gentle waves past her shoulders. Since entering the mall, she'd already gotten a few stares and one cat call, the perpetrator of which she'd stared down menacingly until he'd apologized. Yet, she was secretly pleased. She'd been spending so much time at the barn recently that it was nice to look good and be appreciated for it. With her brown hobo bag slung over her shoulder, Leah meandered through the mall, occasionally popping in stores she thought looked interesting. The mall in Harrisbury was nothing compared to her hometown's gigantic mall, but she found it charming (in a rural sort of way) nonetheless. She'd purchased a few pairs of pants in one store, and a bracelet in another, when she realized she was hungry. Once she'd grabbed her favorite drink from Starbucks, a venti white chocolate mocha frappachino with no whipped cream, along with a raspberry scone, she set off again. Leah didn't know exactly what she was looking for, but her shopping trips never yielded anything less than 5 items, so she continued on through the mall. Maybe she'd get something for her new apartment... Leah's thoughts stopped drifting when her hazel eyes landed on a tall man, who looked less than pleased. She watched him for a few minutes, casually nibbling on her scone, and noting his ever mounting frustration. But, what she'd noticed even more was how attractive he was. She'd also been a sucker for light eyes and darker hair, especially with what she surmised was a nice smile (she hadn't seen it yet, since he was so annoyed). Although Leah was sure she'd remember such a handsome face, he did seem somewhat familiar. She could have sworn she'd seen him somewhere, possibly at Foxtail... She took a thoughtful sip of her fappachino, and tried to place the man's face. At once, she remembered. She'd seen him in the stallion barn, when she'd been checking up on King. He most likely owned the new stallion in the barn, a dapple grey with a temper, if she was to believe the stablehands. She edged closer to him, tossing out the rest of her scone on the way. Leah wasn't normally the type of girl who started a conversation with men, she preferred letting them come to her, but it didn't look like he'd even noticed her presence yet. So, with her head held high, the artificially taller Leah walked towards him, a small smile set on her full lips. "It's a bit different from the barn, huh?" Leah said to him casually, cocking her head to the side and gesturing at the mall around them.
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Post by GABE HUNTER on Jul 21, 2012 5:29:05 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; float:right; text-align: left; margin-left: 113px; margin-top: -68px; margin-right: 30px; color: #56899C;]'cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 30px; float:right; text-align: right; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 5px; color: #6397AB; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #527F90;]hearts can change[/style][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #E6F2F2; color: #536E79; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -23px; border-top: 3px solid #7699A7; border-bottom: 3px solid #7699A7;]Gabe had begun to notice a particular perk of walking through the mall. The ever-growing summer heat meant that women were forced into their summer shorts, skirts and dresses - and although Gabe wasn't a total scumbag, he couldn't deny that he was enjoying the view. He found himself nodding appreciatively, and had to remind himself that he was in public and people could actually see him. A voice from behind startled him, and he whipped around to face the source of the noise. The confused frown that slanted his brow immediately melted, and his lips curled into a soft smile. Before him stood an incredibly attractive woman, a few years younger than him, wearing a floaty, white sun dress. Her hazel eyes had an clear, open look to them, and were accentuated by her dark eyelashes. "Just a bit," He replied, his mouth still curved into a grin. "I think the horses make better company than these people." He chuckled, casting his gaze across the mall. "You're changing my opinion, though," He added in a slightly lower voice, winking at her for good measure. Gabe simply could not resist the opportunity to speak to a beautiful woman, and he seemed to have hit the jackpot today. Running a hand through his tawny hair, Gabe tried to remember which horses the girl owned. Despite having boarded his stallion Wayward at Foxtail Creek for quite some time now, he tended to keep himself to himself and didn't really know anybody at the stable. He did, however, recall seeing the girl before - Gabe always remembered a pretty face. "Do I get the pleasure of knowing your name?" He asked, raising his eyebrows a little as he spoke, his light blue eyes sparkling. [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN
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Post by LEAH MARIE FOSTER on Aug 1, 2012 13:17:34 GMT -5
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She'd surprised him, that was much was clear. She was used to surprising people. Those who didn't know her personally often underestimated her due to her size, wealth, good looks, or age. Or a combination of any of those. But, Leah always managed proved them wrong. She was almost completely certain that no one expected an 18 year old newcomer to have be the second-highest ranking rider in all of Foxtail. Someday she'd be the first, she vowed, and the only one that stood in her way was Riley Hadden, the barn's owner. But she was like what? 50? Leah was sure she could beat her. Leah's three horses were undeniably great competitors, and she knew they'd lead her to victory. Although her self proclaimed impeccable seat would help.
Leah watched the scowl slip off his face as he turned, turning into a smile. She returned with a smile of her own, noticing exactly how handsome he truly was. Up close and personal did him justice, she decided. He was a few years older than her, she realized now that she'd gotten a closer look, but what did it matter? She was 18, and perfectly legal. Almost 19, actually. If Leah was getting ahead of herself, she didn't notice. He seemed interested, in the way his eyes followed all her curves, and that was reason enough to stay. She'd never said no to male attention, and she probably never would. As he spoke, Leah become slightly more infatuated. As if his blue eyes weren't enough, his voice was the perfect blend of husky masculine tones. "Am I?" She purred, knowing full well she was. How could she not sway his opinion? Leah couldn't tell if it was the spark of interest or recognition in his eyes, until he spoke again. Maybe a bit of both, she decided, honoring him with another flirtatious smile. "Only if you promise you'll give me your number in return," Leah answered coyly, pulling her iPhone 4s out of her brown purse. Surely it was an offer he couldn't refuse. "Leah Foster," She told him, certain she'd get his number whether she told him her name or not. Although she could be rather blasé about many issues, if there was one thing Leah Foster would get off her pampered ass for, it was winning. And right now, she was focused on winning this man's undivided attention.
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Post by GABE HUNTER on Aug 3, 2012 8:20:30 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; float:right; text-align: left; margin-left: 113px; margin-top: -68px; margin-right: 30px; color: #56899C;]'cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 30px; float:right; text-align: right; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 5px; color: #6397AB; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #527F90;]hearts can change[/style][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; background-color: #E6F2F2; color: #536E79; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -23px; border-top: 3px solid #7699A7; border-bottom: 3px solid #7699A7;]It wasn't often that Gabe questioned the morality of his womanising ways. He felt no pang of guilt when slipping out of a woman's bedroom unnoticed, making a quick get away in the morning; one night stands could even be described as his forte. Even now, he saw no problem in flirting with this girl - despite the fact that she could only be about eighteen. Perhaps he should feel morally obligated to cut this off now, but - in reality - Gabe's moral judgement was as good as a grapefruit's. The girl's lips curved upwards in to a smile. It was the smile of somebody who knew how beautiful they were - and that wasn't a bad thing. He liked a little confidence in a woman. His eyes continued to flit across her frame, tracing the curve of her waist and hips. He treated her question rhetorically; she was clearly well aware of the fact that she was gorgeous, and most certainly didn't need his affirmation of this. The next words that left her mouth caused an even wider grin to settle on his lips. "Well, Leah," Gabe began, his voice husky. "That sound's like an offer I can't refuse." He continued, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Gabe began to reel off his phone number, pausing in between each chuck so that Leah had time to type it in. Tactically, Gabe decided not to ask for her number - that way, she'd have to ring him first. ooc: sorry it's so short :[ <3 [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN
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