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Post by STELLA MARIE CARTER on Jul 23, 2012 23:21:07 GMT -5
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did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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Smiling warmly at the girl, Stella placed herself between the two of them so she could look at them both. She laughed at Odessa's formalities. No need to call me ma'am, love. Stella will do, or Miss Carter if you prefer, she said in her lilting English accent. The girl seemed sweet and Stella looked forward to working with her. And then there was Harley. Oh, did she have a bone to pick with him. Turning to the boy, her smile melted away, though she noted his own British dialect with interest. Well, Harlington, would you mind explaining where exactly you've been for the last week? I've been running the whole barn on my own, you know, I can assure you it's no easy task. I'd like to see you do it for even an hour. Despite her shorter stature, the woman crossed her arms and glared ferociously at the boy, all but compensating for having to look up at him. If you plan on working here for any amount of time, I'll let you know that I won't tolerate any laziness. I want you in here every day. that's what Miss Hadden is paying you for and unless you come up with a very convincing excuse, I promise she'll be the first to hear about it. Do I make myself clear?
TAGGED: Odessa
OUTFIT: outfit
WORDS: enough
MUSE: bueno
NOTES: I hope I don't scare off Essie D:
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 23, 2012 23:41:52 GMT -5
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] She smiles back sweetly to Stella at her address, still watching both her boss and Harley carefully.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, Stella.”
She said, before Stella had turned to Harley with quite a different approach. As she griped at Harley, EssieRae’s expression went blank, mouth idle as she didn’t really know what to do. Her soft blue eyes tried to meet his over Stella’s shoulder, as if for support while getting chewed out. She also wondered how he react to their new boss, figuring it would show much of his true colors how he responded. She made sure to pay close attention to his next few actions, assessing him carefully. But before he could speak, Odessa decided to put out an option for him.
“Stella, if you’d like, I will make sure Mr. Harlington shows up to work everyday and does all his work.”
She didn’t mean the option in a way to be Stella’s “teachers pet,” but rather a way to keep Harley out of future trouble and spend time together at the same time, all while keeping it professional, of course. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 24, 2012 0:00:55 GMT -5
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Miss Carter spoke sweetly to Essie, but as soon as she turned to Harley, her facial features quickly darkened and her tone was certainly not kind. She chewed him up and spit him out, and all Harley could do was remain quiet. Even though she was shorter than him, she emitted an aura that quickly told him to somehow stay off her bad side. "I do apologize, Miss Carter. I've no excuse for missing the last week. Though there was this particular incident when a unicorn kidnapped me with a candy cane lure..."
Once Miss Carter was done, Harley was about to say something but Essie cut in, offering to make sure he got to work on time and stayed on task. He looked up at Essie. Well, if we're going to be working together then I can't say I'll be focused all the time. A mischievous smirk threatened to appear on his face but he quickly stopped it, looking back at Miss Carter. "I'll be here everyday, just as you asked. I've no convincing reason to otherwise redeem myself of my laziness. Aye, you're crystal clear, Miss."
HORSE: n/a NOTES: n/a
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Post by STELLA MARIE CARTER on Jul 24, 2012 0:20:01 GMT -5
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did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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Once Harley had apologized, Stella's stance relaxed dramatically and she even managed a small smile in response to his crack about the unicorn. It was hard staying upset with the kid when it was all she could do to resist the impulse of reaching out and ruffling his messy mop of hair. Not that she could really reach it. Good, I'm glad we have an understanding. Ireland, is it? she inquired briefly. Living in the UK, it had been one of her favorite spots to travel to and she hoped one day to return for a well needed visit. Thank you, Odessa, I'll leave it up to the both of you to be responsible for your own actions and whereabouts, but if it becomes a problem, I'll be sure to let you know, she added with a wink. Now, for the hard part. Since you're both here, might as well get started. You've already met Marzipan and Wind here, and their foals, Princess and Titan, respectively. The mare that's usually in the stall down thataways is Breeze, she a bit hotblooded so watch out for her, and my own mare Cherry, is the bay down the other aisle. The manager paused momentarily to let the information sink in before continuing. Barn's open officially from seven to three, monday through saturday, and stalls need to be done by nine every day. The feed charts and schedules are in the feed room, it's very important you don't mix them up, so pay attention carefully. The mares and foals aren't being turned out right now, but starting next week, there'll be a schedule up by my office door for them; the other mares have a turnout schedule specified by their owners. Also, emergency numbers are by my office, along with my contact information, should you ever need me. I'll always be around here from seven to eleven and then sporadically throughout the rest of the day as well. Winded, Stella took a deep breath and glanced between the two of them. Any questions? She hoped, for all of their sakes, that these two knew how to handle and care for horses and she didn't have to start out at square one. That'd be quite the adventure...
TAGGED: Odessa
OUTFIT: outfit
WORDS: enough
MUSE: bueno
NOTES: none
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 24, 2012 15:26:01 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Still watching Stella and Harley, she stood behind them awkwardly for them to finish their “conversation.” However, it was hard to keep quite when Harley mentioned his unicorn incident, stifling the urge to laugh. It appeared after he apologized for his previous tardiness, Stella softened up again. Talking to both of them again, she shifted her attention straight to Stella respectively as she spoke, listening carefully to her instructions, unknowingly out of habit nodding her head, giving indication of understanding as she went through the other horses, barn hours, and care procedures with them. She waited until Stella was completely done talking until she spoke.
“Okay, sounds good to me.”
She said happily, with a smile on her face.
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 24, 2012 22:21:51 GMT -5
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A discrete sigh of relief escaped Harley after having dodged a bullet. Miss Carter seemed pretty chill, though. She didn't take offense to him cracking a joke when he was being chewed out. "Scotland, actually." He said, though he was curious about her own accent. "How about you? England?"
He listened intently as his new boss gave a quick rundown of the rules and the horses. The boy knew how fragile the life of an unborn horse was so he wasn't dumb enough to not follow the rules. Not only did people pay a lot to get their mare pregnant, but it was a life. An actual life. And while it wasn't a human inside that womb, the life of a horse was just as valuable as a human's to him.
Harley shook his head slightly. "My only question is what would ye like for us to do first?"
HORSE: n/a NOTES: urgh, my muse is blah too and my eyes are watering & itching like mad. x.x
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Post by STELLA MARIE CARTER on Jul 25, 2012 20:42:06 GMT -5
-----------------------------------------TELL ME, DID THE WIND SWEEP YOU OFF YOUR FEET
did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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Stella ran her hand through her tangled curls and smiled at Harley. Nailed it on the head, London to be specific. At that moment, the beaten up cell phone in her pocket buzzed, and flashing the two of them an apologetic smile, she reached in to check up on who needed her. As she read the first, another rolled in, and the conflicting news showed up strangely on her features. Shoving the device back in her pocket, she gestured toward her office. Well before I ran into you two, I was planning on mucking the stalls out, but now that you're here, you just saved me the work. Clip the pregnant mares up at the ties, and the foals won't run off, but be careful around them nonetheless, and keep an eye out for any of their shenanigans. I doubt they'll run off at this age, but you never know. Slip a halter on them just in case. Cherry down there will be fine with you leaving her in there while you work. She glanced between the pair again, before glancing down at her pocket. She hated to leave the pair and run, especially on their official first day, but it couldn't be helped. Now, there's a new hand that just came in today that may or may not be here to help anytime soon, but should she come, I expect the both of you to make sure she knows what she's doing and doesn't hurt any of the horses on accident. It was risky business right now, but Stella trusted Odessa and Harley to be responsible. They would be if they valued their jobs at least. Now, I've got a call down at another of the barns about my horse, so I have to run, but if you need me, call me, or send me a text, you hear? The manager was already strolling out of the barn, her anxiety fueling her haste. This was not good.
TAGGED: Odessa
OUTFIT: outfit
WORDS: enough
MUSE: bueno
NOTES: *pokes everyone's muse fairies awake* now you both can be all romantical on your own ;D
LYRICS: drops of jupiter by train.
CREDIT: mrs. robert downey jr.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 25, 2012 21:03:03 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] The mood changed very quickly once Stella got the call. Something had happened that changed her vibe from chill to serious, but EssieRae wasn’t about to ask, as she minded her own business respectfully. Putting her cell-phone away, she answered Harley’s previous question, as well as alerted them of the new stablehand that would be working at the broodmare and foaling barn. Odessa nodded her head once again at Stella’s instructions, giving her a concerned smile as she strolled out of the barn. She gave Harley a concerned look, waiting till Stella was out of earshot to talk.
“I sure hope her horse is okay, she looked awfully concerned.”
EssieRae said, biting her lip.
“The good news is that we get to work together though.”
She gave him a flirty wink and a blinding smile, trying to brighten the mood again.
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 26, 2012 7:43:10 GMT -5
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"London. You know, I've never actually been there, as much as I'd like to." Other than moving to Virginia, Harley's family hardly did any traveling to begin with. Sometimes Harley would spend days at sea with his father, but other than they, hardly left Wick unless to fetch equipment or get something repaired. He had always dreamed of traveling and visiting other countries, and London had been the first on his list, quickly followed by New York. I still have a chance to go someday.
A lost foal. Now that was a scary thought. Harley knew of foals' curiosity, but imagining one getting a little too involved in exploring and entering "uncharted territory" frightened him a little. Foxtail Creek was huge, but for a newborn horse, it's their entire world. There were so many dangers to go along with that: illness exposure, dogs, people, cars, crazy horses that hated little animals, and so on. Holy cow, it's just like taking care of your own kid. Not that he would quite know what that felt like, but he figured it closely resembled it.
"Oh, well if she comes then it'll be a party. All we need are the Solo cups." A devious grin crossed his face, though it faded as Miss Carter gave her final word, in which he responded to with an acknowledging nod. He then turned to look briefly at Essie as she spoke and stole a glance down the stalls at where he believed Cherry to be. "Well, if I left two rambunctious-looking teenagers in charge of Riddle, I'd be worried too." Harley's tone was light and playful. "Hey, that's certainly a perk." He returned her smile but not the wink - from many previous attempts, he knew that he was uncoordinated enough to simply close one eye instead of both. "Whose stall should we do first?"
HORSE: n/a NOTES: the first half may be a bit incoherent because partway through I was like, "... wait, what am I writing about?" xD
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 26, 2012 8:15:14 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Smile still plastered firmly to her face, she laughed at his jokes, soft blue eyes assessing him carefully. She hoped no one else would show up, as she wanted to spend more time with him like before. She was developing a good crush on this boy, but she had wondered is returned it for her? She wasn’t going to ask about it; EssieRae isn’t that straight forward. But rather maybe she will turn the heat up for the two of them.
“How about we start with Marzipan and her colt?”
She said lightly, shooting both mother and son and adoring look. It would be hard to keep a watch on both mother and foal, and then on top of all that try and flirt more with Harley. She had her priorities straight though, work always came first. Smiling at him, she unclipped the halter off from the rack of the door, opening the stall door and stepping in with the mare. She slid the halter gently over the cremello’s head, clipping the lead rope to the hook on the bottom, leading her out of the stall and to the cross ties, foal in tow. Tying the mare up securely, she grabbed two pitchforks and put them in the wheelbarrow, wheeling it over to the stall where Harley stood. Giving him a quick smile, she looked over head, watching the mischievous colt like a hawk. She then grabbed one of the pitchfork’s and stepped in the stall, shoveling her pile of manure and throwing it into the wheelbarrow. The work sure wasn’t sexy, but at least she got to do it with him.
“And the fun begins.”
She said happily, smiling to herself. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 26, 2012 8:47:38 GMT -5
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Hazel eyes watched Odessa as she slipped the halter onto Marzipan, leading her out of the stall with the colt sticking right next to her as if his life depended on it. It was quite interesting to see how the colt would blindly follow its mother no matter where she went, but he figured it worked the same way with humans. If you were terrified to do something but your mother performed it with no harm done, you would do it too.
Harley's attention wandered from the young colt to the young girl. Essie certainly was easy on the eyes: her hair looked very soft and even in the dim lighting of the barn, the highlights stood out well from the dark brown; her tan wasn't that crazy orange spray on stuff; and she was shorter than him, if only by a few inches. In the male world, Harley was on the lower end of the height stature, so he clung to any person that didn't view him as being "cute" for "being little." Not only that, but her personality was beginning to show more and he liked it.
He picked up a pitchfork as she brought them over, following her into the stall and scooping up manure to dump into the wheelbarrow. "So Essie, how long've you lived in Harrisbury?"
HORSE: n/a NOTES: This is my failed attempt at being flirtatious. x.x
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 26, 2012 9:15:32 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Smiling at him as he joined her, she continued to muck out Marzipan and her colt’s stall, occasionally looking back and forth between work and her colt. So far, so good, she thought. The colt was still standing obediently by his mother at the cross ties. As she scooped out the muck, she thought about what she could talk about with Harley. Odessa wasn’t a natural flirt, as some might think she is. She wasn’t the kind to flirt with any and everybody, she preferred to have one object of interest. But even her one object of interest, Harley, was giving her a hard time in the flirting department. Deep in thought was when his voice hit her, breaking the silence like a bullet shot out of a gun.
“Oh, a few days. What about you?”
She said genuinely curious, soft blue eyes looking up, hoping to catch his with a soft smile. Pausing for a moment, she leans up against the stall to rest.
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 26, 2012 9:47:24 GMT -5
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"Ah, a newcomer." Harley tossed another load of manure into the wheelbarrow. He remembered his first few days in Virginia quite vividly. No one at school could understand him, mumbled words coated with a thick accent. Other students were curious and asked him questions just to hear him speak, though he took it a completely wrong way. Harley had believed that they only viewed him like a toy - "Press here to hear awesome quotes!" - and so he avoided most people. It wasn't until a teacher took notice of this did he learn the truth: that the other students just wanted to hear him because his voice was so different from the everyday sounds they were used to.
Essie didn't act like he had when he first arrived. She wasn't cloistering herself from the public's eye, she wasn't shrinking away from questions and mumbling incoherent answers. She was quite outgoing and very pleasant to be around. A growing sense of anxiety filled Harley's belly; he'd never been on a date before, and to go with someone as kind as Essie, he could only hope he didn't mess it up for her.
"My family moved here to live with my aunt when I was fourteen, so I've been here roughly five years." He answered, catching her looking at him and returning her smile. As he noticed her leaning casually against the wall, he couldn't help but think she looked as if she naturally belonged in a barn. That horses were easily a part of her. "Though I still haven't a clue to finding my way around town. I've memorized general locations, but if you were to tell me, 'Oh, it's just on Rosscraggon Street,' I wouldn't have the foggiest idea of where that was-"
As Harley was about to put up another scoop into the wheelbarrow, he cast a quick glance at the mare and did a double take. The little silver colt wasn't there. He looked worriedly at Essie and set his pitchfork against the wall, venturing out of the stall and over to the mare who emitted a sudden and loud whinny. Harley quickly scanned the area, but the little colt was nowhere to be found. "We've not been working for five minutes and already we're down a colt. I don't suppose you know how to catch one?" He turned to look at Essie, waiting for her reply.
HORSE: n/a NOTES: mwuhahahaha! >:D
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 26, 2012 10:10:19 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] I think that life's too short for this,
Want back my ignorance and bliss,
I think I've had enough of this,
Blow me one last kiss [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] She listened as he talked about moving and his familiarity of town, a chuckle escaping her full pink lips.
“Me either,”
She said smiling. He continued to work however, and as she grabbed her pitchfork and began to work again, she caught him looking over the stall at the mare, his expression changed completely. She knew immediately what had happened.
“Ah, shit.”
She mumbled under her breath quietly. Before she could say anything else though, Harley was already on it, asking if she knew how to catch a foal.
“No. They should really put that in the manual.”
She said panicky, dropping her pitchfork and running out the stall as Marzipan emitted out a loud cry.
“Okay, uh, what do we do? Okay… We should probably put Marzipan in one of the empty stalls while we get him. The last thing we need is for her to try to fight against the crossties and get hurt or her be on the loose too.”
She walked quickly to Marzipan, untying her from the crossties and grabbing a foal halter on the way to the empty stall next to theirs. She led Marzipan in, taking the halter off and laying it on the door rack of the stall. Closing the stall quickly, she jogged back over to Harley, sighing.
“Okay. Should we look together or split up?”
She said, eyeing the exit of the barn and the entrance of the paddocks nervously. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color] |
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 26, 2012 10:31:05 GMT -5
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By the end of today we might as well create a manual. How To Survive The Broodmare Barn. The thought crossed his mind that they should call Miss Carter, but the way her face had looked when she left meant she had business that needed attending to. They'd have to find the missing colt on their own.
"Good point." Harley tried to conjure an idea to capture the foal, but nothing was coming to him. Should they use some kind of food or liquid? Just try to catch him with their bare hands? He had no idea. He'd never been in a sticky situation like this before. "Probably stay together. I have no idea how to catch a foal." He looked back at her and noticed the anxiety on her face.
All the pastures that surrounded the barn were for the broodmares only, but foals are agile and overly curious - who knows what they could get themselves into? "I figure we should check the pastures first, or around them. I don't know if he'd think of crawling through the railing." Harley started to exit the barn, heading toward the paddocks, grey eyes searching for the little silver colt.
HORSE: n/a NOTES: n/a
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