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Post by daine2 on Oct 5, 2012 12:01:52 GMT -6
Bronwyn was glad it was the weekend. She loved the academy and her classes, but she was glad the weekend had come. She had slept a little later than usual and now was up and trying to figure out what to do with her Saturday. Truth be told, she was a little mopey. She'd gotten to return mail from her mother, and not even a letter via email from her ather enquiring as to how she was, and honestly, she hadn't made very many friends since arriving. Actually, make that none. She thought she may have a tentative frienship or two, but she'd not actually made what she would consider an actual friend yet.
The girl didn't understand it. She knew that she was a friendly person. She'd never had problems making friends before... usually, b now, she'd have several people to hang out with, but... Bronwyn didn't get it. What had changed? Was she so out of tune with life at a boarding school that she seemed like an outsider, when she shouldn't be? Surely five years at a public school hadn't changed her that much...
She sighed, pushing blonde hair out of her eyes as she began getting dressed for the day, choosing from her closet to wear cothes that fit her current mood of lonely. She didn't wear black, that would seem too... gothic... but she did grab a dark blue pair of jeans, designer of course, and a light brown t-shirt went on over a white and brown swirled spaghetti-strap shirt. She chose to grab her comfortable AirSpeed shoes, black an white wqith a hint of red mixed in, and her hair was soon pulled up into a high ponytail-braid that went down to her mid-back. Earrings, a silver locket necklace, and twi bangle bracelets were put on and she applied a light lipgloss to her lips, choosing to not wear any make-up, and headed downstairs to the first floor.
Bronwyn didn't know what she wanted to do. She knew that she didn't want to do anything alone, things were no fun alone, even horseback-riding wasn't the greatest when there was no one else to ride or hang out with. She chose to sit down upon reaching the first floor, cutting the T on, but muting it as she curld up on the chair, pulling her legs up and placing one ear-bud from her iPod in one ear, leaving the other out so as to hear if anyone else came down. Soon, she was staring blankly at the television while listening to the tones of country music wafting hrough the headphone-bud.
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 16, 2012 6:06:59 GMT -6
Awkward was never a word to describe Carter, he'd never been that socially impaired, no matter how distant and silent he may have seemed. Yet, this word fit the blonde perfectly, today. He'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, apparently, for he stumbled throughout the morning in a frantic jumble, though confused as to why he rushed.
The fifteen-year old tripped on the dresser in his dorm room, D21, on the third floor. He shouted, and was thrown to the floor with a thud, his foot throbbing painfully. "That's going to leave a bruise," he muttered distastefully, before hauling his muscular self to his feet, and staggered painfully to the door that led to the hall.
Carter's hair was freshly combed, but still had an air of the wild side, and his attire was slightly... jumbled. He had merely thrown together an outfit, he had to go quickly, still, for what he could not say. He wore a plain white t-shirt, over a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and his usual black and green Reeboks were enveloping his feet, as always when casual.
He tripped on several stairs on the flights down the common room, and by the time he'd arrived, he already had a bruise on his knee... twice. He must have made a racket upstairs, for sure, tumbling around; it was a wonder he hadn't broken anything. The tall boy sighed, as he reached the foot of the stairs, panting heavily. As he once again began walking, he passed a girl, sitting alone in one of the more comfortable chairs from the first floor. This caused Carter to halt abruptly, and he looked at her. "Why are you alone?" came his blunt query.
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Post by daine2 on Oct 16, 2012 11:34:29 GMT -6
She had heard the racket on the stairs, but hadn’t thought much of it seeing as how she knew that other people would probably be getting up and moving around. Therefore, it took her by surprise when another human being walked into the room. Bronwyn didn’t pay the boy much attention at first, thinking that he was going to sit down and turn the TV back up or something. She focused on her music, listening to ‘Dirt Road Anthem’ on her iPod.
Well, that was until he spoke to her. He was blunt, but the girl didn’t mind bluntness. She didn’t particularly care for rudeness, but being blunt didn’t bother her. She could be blunt as well, at times. She looked up at the boy, noting that he was pretty tall. Bronwyn studied him slightly; looking over his features before noticing what she was doing and blushing slightly. She was a girl, though, and would admit to herself that he was cute… in a bit of an adorable way. Bronnie could tell that he was a year or so younger than herself, thus that put him into the ‘adorable’ category. “There’s no one to hang out with.” Was her explanation, and she pulled the ear-bud away from her right ear, pausing the song on her iPod. “Wait a minute… was all that racket on the stairs you?”
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 16, 2012 21:39:55 GMT -6
Carter had expected a reply, but an inquiry immediately following was rather... surprising to the anti-social teen. With a gulp, the blonde spoke softly, yet deeply, rather expressionless. "Yeah," he replied gruffly, glancing away. She was pretty, he'd give her that, but she seemed older than him by a couple years.
The high ceiling of the White Ribbon dorm common room caused the entire atmosphere to seem brighter, yet more airy and lacking warmth. Carter had always enjoyed wide open spaces, as he was claustrophobic, but also because he felt free when not cooped up. Deciding he would probably be here a while, out of common courtesy, he lowered himself into the nearest chair, and gazed up at the ceiling absentmindedly, reliving old memories.
Ding dong; the doorbell rang. "Mommy!" came an enthusiastic cry, and a small boy rushed around the corner to approach the mahogany door. He reached up for the knob, latched on, and tugged open the door, eyes alight. "Delivery for Mrs. Williams?" The boy's eyes instantly welled with tears. It was 5:00 pm, 5 hours late was his mom. 5 hours and 57 days, that is. An elderly woman followed behind the boy, and smiled halfheartedly at the UPS mailman. "Thank you, sir," she spoke gently, taking the package. The man left, and the door was closed, but Carter still stood in the doorway. "Mommy..." he whimpered, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. "Come, Carter, time for dinner!" The 7 year-old turned, and trudged to the dining room, where his mac 'n' cheese awaited.
Carter opened his eyes, at first forgetting where he was. "Mom," he whispered, his gaze wavering for a mere moment, before his gaze locked on the girl who sat near him, replenishing his surroundings slightly. Had he fallen asleep, was he just daydreaming? Whatever it was, it was a nightmare, and he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
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Post by daine2 on Oct 17, 2012 18:19:57 GMT -6
She was slightly startled when the boy sat down abruptly, but after a moment, her surprised look faded away and she gave him a small smile, cutting off her iPod and slipping it inside a pocket. "What, you decide to keep me company for a while?" she asked, her tones a little teasing, but genuinely relieved to have someone to talk to at last. Bronwyn looked the boy over again, more slowly this time, taking time to actually take in his looks, before smiling. "My name's Bronwyn. Most people call me Bronnie, though. Easier on the vocals, I guess." She said, happily shrugging at as she stated her nickname. She knew she had a bit of an 'unique' nomenclature. The girl had once asked her mom about where her name came from, but hadn't gotten much of a reply, just that it was from some old movie that her mother used to love. Now that she was thinking about it, she let her mind wander for a few, trying to recall the movie title her mom had mentioned to her.
As she got lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the boys dilemma, but did notice when he seemed to 'awaken' with a muttered word that she didn't catch. Bronnie gave him an odd look, tilting her head slightly. "Um… is everything ok?" She asked, confused and slightly concerned for the boy.
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 21, 2012 8:33:58 GMT -6
Carter's gray-green gaze met hers for only a few moments, and within those moments, he spilled all of his secrets through his eyes, by showing how much pain he'd suffered. But, as previously mentioned, it only lasted a moment, and was soon replaced with his original emotionless appearance. "Yeah, it's fine," he replied, seeming unaware of what had happened. "Bronwyn..." he said thoughtfully. "Nice name."
When the blonde realized that he hadn't shared his own name, he quickly sat up slightly, and focused on her, his gaze trailing down her body to get a better picture of her standing, since sitting made people seem different. "I'm Carter," he responded somewhat absently, until he was satisfied with what he'd pieced together. "Do you have any horses, Bronwyn?" he asked, lifted his gaze back to hers, and finally focusing on the conversation fully.
'Dear Santa Claus,
All I want for Christmas is a horse. I want a really smart and fast, big black boy horse, that is named Shadow. I want him to be super trained, and super-duper strong. If I could have him, I would really appreciate it.
Love,
Carter'
Carter folded the note he'd written, now he appeared to be around 8 years old. He jammed the note in a circular tube, replaced the lid on the container, and hung it on the Christmas tree. "Carter, time for bed!" came his grandmother's cry.
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Post by daine2 on Oct 21, 2012 15:57:35 GMT -6
She smiled, her gaze shifting to the floor for just a moment before raising her gaze to settle back on him. "Thanks... most people think it's an odd name... old fashioned a little or something..." She said softly, her voice slowly growing stronger as she spoke, "But I personally love it."
She studied him for several long, silent minutes, shifting in her chair to move out of the direct sunight, as it was bright and affecting her vision slightly. "You've a nice name as well. I've never actually met a 'Carter' before." She laughed, thinking of some of the odd named persons she'd met before and deciding that Carter by far had the most normal name that she liked.
Her eyes lit up as he asked about horses, and she leaned forwards on her seat, her smile widening. "Oh, yes! I have two horses here." She exclaimed passionately, "Sugar and Phantom. I ride both western and english, you see. Sugar is my western horse. She's a bay varnish roan Appaloosa. Fourteen-three hands... she's in her teenage years and is a barrel and pole bending champion. Phantom, on the other hand, is younger and is my english horse. We focus on eventing. He's over sixteen hands and is an American Warmblood. What about you?"
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 23, 2012 19:51:42 GMT -6
A sigh of dismay escaped the teen's lungs. Everyone except him, of course. Horses were so costly, but this girl owned two! He couldn't even afford a cat, and look at the others. All bloody rich, and he hated being the odd one out, even more so than his usual oddity. In response to her query, he shook his head shamefacedly. "I wish," he replied, somewhat curtly. He was offended, not by her, but by his being in the lack. "Never so much as gotten close to a sixteenth of the cost to buy a horse," he added, with a tang of bitterness. He didn't intend originally to be rude- mind you he still didn't- but it sort of just... came out of him, like a river, due to his envy and shame.
'Dear Santa Claus,
I remember the first letter I sent to you, when I was 6. That was the first Christmas that I asked for a horse for Christmas. This year, I've grown older. I've grown taller, smarted, faster, and more mature. I've come to realize that you probably are really just a child's hopes and dreams that parents rationalize into something that brings laughter and joy to the world. This will be the last year- six years later- that I leave a letter to you, hanging atop the boughs of my plastic tree that resides in the living room. For Christmas, all I want is a Friesian stallion, to name Total Demize. Please, I'd really appreciate it.
From,
Carter'
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Post by daine2 on Oct 23, 2012 20:14:25 GMT -6
"Oh…" Bronnie didn't know what to say at first, then gave the boy a bright smile. "Well, that's ok." She said happily, "Do you ride? Well, I guess you must, or at least be into horses, to be here… right?" She would be so embarrassed if she were wrong, but Bronwyn was making conversation. "It's no big deal, not owning a horse, I mean… I'm lucky to even have the two I have. My parents split up a few years ago and my dad moved to England. Mom and I couldn't afford all our horses, so we had to sell all but my favorite mare… I only got my gelding as a gift from my dad as a sort of apology for divorcing." She explained. As she spoke, an idea came to her, as the boy seemed like the type of guy who would make a good friend, given the chance… and Bronwyn was all about giving chances.
"Would you like to go riding with me later today? I don't mind it if you rode one of my horses. I know the school horses are probably a little stubborn at times, due to so many people riding them and them not having proper schooling constantly… I could show you how to handle my horses and all, so they'd listen to you." As she spoke, she couldn't help but put down some of the school horses, as, in her experience, school horses were usually horses that had some small bad habits and didn't do much more than plod around. "Plus, it would be nice to take both my horses out on a trail-ride without having to pony one of them…" Bronwyn hoped the boy would agree and hoped he didn't think anything of her offering. She truly just wanted one good, steady friend and wasn't being pitying or anything. That just wasn't how she was.
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 25, 2012 5:34:28 GMT -6
Carter nodded along, as he listened intently to her rambling about her equine companions, though this only made him feel worse. She'd had a lot of horses before that, as well. Just great. "I guess I'm into horses, but because I don't own one just shows that I can't have the bond with the horses that you would have to yours, or my friends back home had to theirs."
His head jerked up in surprise. "Ride one of your horses? You're serious?" An old, boyish look came across his face for the first time in years. "I would, if you'd let me," he replied swiftly, hoping that she wasn't playing a sick joke on him. "The lesson horses never listen to a thing a I say, I've officially never ridden a normal horse." His words were somewhat frantic; he was trying to answer as fast as he could so she wouldn't change her mind. He knew he might come across as inconsiderate, but all he was was jumping on a chance to improve his skills. Strangely enough, the horses weren't the only reason he wanted to go.
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Post by daine2 on Oct 25, 2012 9:44:41 GMT -6
She couldn't help it and laughed slightly at the look on his face and the way he sudenly seemed so excited about being able to ride a well-school horse. Bronnie did have to admit, though, while some of the schoolies were sort of 'dead headed', some were ok, such as the mare she rode in the mounted games...
"It's ok." She said, stretching slightly in order to remove a cramp from her arm, where she'd been leaning on it for who knew how long. "Even with people who do own horses, there are some who don't have a bond with their horse."
The girl laughed again as he spoke quickly. She could only hope to understand his excitement and happiness, as she'd never not had an equine, but she nodded in response to his questioning regardless, eyes shining brightly. "Yes, I'm serious. I'll even let you pick which one you'd like to try, or you can ride them both and choose the one you like best... we can switch up, or anything... Sugar is short, but she's really stocky and muscular, weighs in at probably twelve-or-thirteen-hundred pounds, so she seems larger than she really is. Phantom is taller, but weighs only around nine-hundred fifty pounds, as he's built more slender, being a different breed and all.. well, you'll just have to see them, really." She sat up slowly from her flopped over position in the chair and stretched again. "If you want, we can meet up at the barn later and you can meet them before we ride... I mean, we'd have to change first and all... I don't really want to ride in these clothes. They're both kept in the White Oak Barn."
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Post by Carter Jacob Santos on Oct 31, 2012 6:00:58 GMT -6
The corners of the teen's lips twitched, nearly breaking into a grin, but he only managed a light smile, before he rose to his feet. "Sounds like a plan," he said, dipping his head respectfully. As he approached the staircase once more, he stopped to look back at her. "I really appreciate it, you seem nice," he called back, gesturing with his hand for her to tag along the trek up the stairs.
'Strange. Why does she offer so much? No one's ever been this nice to me, let alone someone I just met.' Carter was truly puzzled by the girl, and maybe this caused him to invite her to accompany him up the stairwell, even though he'd have to let her go on the girls' floor. He was curious of her; she was different than the others, and he liked it. Maybe he had found a friend after all.
OOC; Sorry about the short post, I've got to go.
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Post by daine2 on Oct 31, 2012 8:45:00 GMT -6
Bronwyn gave him a brilliant smile at his grin and laughed aloud a little at his words, though she did jump up at the gesture to walk up the stairs with him, her new friend. Her grin was wide as she followed him, thinking about their upcoming ride. It was really nice to have finally made a solid friend, she thought. "I hope I'm nice." She quipped, "I've never been anything less. But it's no problem. I enjoy company and having friends." She told him, grin never wavering and eyes bright with happiness.
The girl looked down at her clothing and bracelets, already thinking about what to wear for their ride. Not jods, maybe... hm... how cold is it out...? Maybe jeans, boots, and a turtle-neck, yes... That will do. The thoughts ran through her mind and she almost didn't notice that they had made it to the girls floor at first, though a bit of red crept into her face once she did realize it and she laughed sheepishly. "Well, here's my stop. How about I meet you in the barn in about... oh, say... fifteen minutes? White Oak is where they're kept." She asked him, barely waiting for a reply, but walking backwards, eyes on him, awaiting his reply.
Notes: Want me to start a new thread in White Oak Barn or do you want to start it?
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