Post by Ossaia J. Luther on Nov 10, 2012 16:19:18 GMT -6
Ossaia was mentally lost, off in his own little world. The loud crunch of gravel under the tires, cold and damp air blowing in his face through the open window, Jason Aldean's 'Dirt Road Anthem' blaring on the stereo and the occasional bump as the contents in the back of the small rental moving trailer shifted around as he drove down the street in his red-orange Toyota FJ Cruiser had completely cut him off from anything going on in the outside world. His steering and peddle control only being worked from the faint consciousness in the back of his head, being droned out by his own thoughts.
By this time tomorrow he would have worked his first shift in the library of Blue Ridge Riding academy, done some unpacking and hopefully would be out in the stable, giving Tundra and Ariel's coats a good long brushing.
The past week had gone by in a blur that ceased to embed it self in the veteran's mind. He recalled almost none of the packing and the phone calls and the argument he had with his father about moving all the way inland to Kentucky. Hell, as far as he figured it could still be last Friday for all he knew.
Now that he was pulling up to the academy all he wanted was to get checked in and go to bed. That way he could start everything fresh tomorrow.
'Yeah.....a fresh start. No more of this crap...just a nice, quiet place where no one knows me and I can start life over again. Forget what happened in the past and just get on with my life.
These thoughts fallowed Ossaia even as he parked his car and cut the engine before getting out. Shuffling into the front office where he retrieved his keys to his apartment and left a note for the receptionist that he would like to be called when his mare and gelding arrived the next day.
Hopefully by then his head would be cleared enough for him to at least function properly, because right now the only thing he really wanted to do was to find apartment number 123 and collapse on his bed.
(o.o.c You're so bright eyed and bushy tailed, Luther...*head desks* SUCKS SO BAD!)
By this time tomorrow he would have worked his first shift in the library of Blue Ridge Riding academy, done some unpacking and hopefully would be out in the stable, giving Tundra and Ariel's coats a good long brushing.
The past week had gone by in a blur that ceased to embed it self in the veteran's mind. He recalled almost none of the packing and the phone calls and the argument he had with his father about moving all the way inland to Kentucky. Hell, as far as he figured it could still be last Friday for all he knew.
Now that he was pulling up to the academy all he wanted was to get checked in and go to bed. That way he could start everything fresh tomorrow.
'Yeah.....a fresh start. No more of this crap...just a nice, quiet place where no one knows me and I can start life over again. Forget what happened in the past and just get on with my life.
These thoughts fallowed Ossaia even as he parked his car and cut the engine before getting out. Shuffling into the front office where he retrieved his keys to his apartment and left a note for the receptionist that he would like to be called when his mare and gelding arrived the next day.
Hopefully by then his head would be cleared enough for him to at least function properly, because right now the only thing he really wanted to do was to find apartment number 123 and collapse on his bed.
(o.o.c You're so bright eyed and bushy tailed, Luther...*head desks* SUCKS SO BAD!)
