Then she meets the player// (Onzy/Open)

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The dark haired femme danced through the hallway toward her room. Dirt splattered her normally spotless features, the woman had been out on a trail ride with her Hungarian warmblood, giving the gelding a good work out. It was now late evening, around eight thirty she guessed. Her mood scraped pure happiness, one of her favorites, and she was looking forward to leaping into the shower and wash away the grime of the day. She let herself into her apartment, immediately yanking the boots from her sweltering feet and then ripping the rest of her clothing from her slim frame. She paused to pick up the towel strewn on a chair, knowing it would be fine to use, and practically dove into the shower. Soon, the steam filled her bathroom, her body untangling from it's tension and let her frame slump in pleasure.

She stepped from the clingy heat of the bathroom, her towel wrapped tightly around her figure. She felt regret with every step she took toward her Pajama's, all of her muscles begging her for twenty more minutes in the shower. She refused thought, pulling on the shorts of her sleep wear, and then tugging the shirt over her head. She carried the towel to the laundry basket and smiled. Now she could relax for the evening. The heat of the evening was string tonight, being mid summer and all that. She rarely slept in long pants any time of the year, but tonight she thanked the lord for the material sleep wear. Her frame folded neatly into the arm chair in the left hand corner of her room, picking up the latest copy of her favorite magazine. She expected no company tonight, so she had no worries in dressing up or putting any make up on. Yet, she wasn't really bothered that nobody offered to come and visit her, she liked to be alone with her thoughts sometimes. Tonight, her thoughts strayed to two men whom she had met a couple of days ago. Both of their images brought a smirk to her face, and then a chuckle at the way both had been practically drooling when they spoke to her. Rance and Zack had definitely made an impression on the Californian born sweetheart, a very good one at that. Her thoughts became interrupted then, a rasp of knuckles against the door causing her to jump. Who could that be? she asked herself aloud, picking herself up from the chair to answer the door.

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[/b] Onzzy, but open to others too
WORD COUNT: Four hundred and seventeen
OUTFIT: CLICK?!
MUSE: Meh, tired
LYRICS: Funhouse by Pink
NOTES: Will get better, I promise!
CREDITS: NEO09 @ Caution 2.0[/SIZE]
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[Onzyy]

Chuck walked down the barn aisle of the stallion barn. He was just making sure that all the horses were settled, and happy for the evening. Chuck knew that usually he wasn't this happy, but finding out that he had a daughter tended to change a lot of things. Like his attitude to women. He wasn't playing them as before, and he had realised that he was a lonely soul, and wanted someone to settle down with.

He sure wasn't dressed for some who worked with horses everyday, but he had seen a possible investor who was interested in his parents' stud farm in New York. It had gone well, but black sure hadn't been the best colour to wear, even though it was early fall. Chuck rolled up the sleeves to the black shirt, loosened the tie and did the collar button. Being on top of Academy news, he had heard that a new female staffer had moved in recently. Well, to be exact a few days ago. That wasn't what interested Chuck. It was the fact that she was single that had interested him.

His rivalry with Clint and a few others made the fact even more enjoyable. She was a campus officer, so she worked with Clint. Heaven on earth for Chuck. He gets the girl and makes the convict mad. Getting into the BMW, he quickly started the engine. The drive to the staff housing was short, and Chuck once again went through the routine of locking up the 4x4. It stood out most of the time, and he actually didn't want a new one.

Walking into the building, he found the staff quarters list. Summer was her name. It was a pretty name. Chuck decided that he would give her a warm welcome and just go introduce himself, with the intention of going out for coffee. It wasn't too late, or was it? Yet he had to try. So he went up the designated room number and rasped lightly on the front door.

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Her delicate hand wrapped around the handle of the door, opening it so that she was still slightly hidden behind it. Her blue oracles assessed her visitor. He was definitely not an eye sore, his handsome features and dark locks touched with a gentle wave. His oracles fascinated her, the hazel coloring but if you looked a little closer you could identify the slight golden tinge. She then let her eyes travel the rest of his formation, his smart clothes that covered his obviously impressive physique. Yet, she didn't let herself swoon. She had been hurt too much to allow herself to show a man when they had the advantage. Her obvious scarring along her left leg, both arms and chest were in plain view for her company yet she made no attempt to hide them. She was proud of them. They reminded her that she had been able to get through the worse pits of hell that she had called life for three years, they reminded her that if she could get through that with just scarring, she could get through anything.

Can I help you? she asked finally, her features pulled into a curious expression. His impression of her attire wouldn't bother her. She wasn't going to change for anyone, and who cares what he thought? He had no say in her life. She still offered him a half smile, even if she was slightly annoyed that he had interrupted her peace.

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[/b] Onzzy, but open to others too
WORD COUNT: Two hundred and forty four
OUTFIT: CLICK?!
MUSE: Dying
LYRICS: Funhouse by Pink
NOTES: It didn't get better "/
CREDITS: NEO09 @ Caution 2.0[/SIZE]
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[Onzyy]

Chuck saw the handle turn, and for some strange reason his heart started to beat only slightly faster. For him, he actually wondered what this woman was like as a person, not what she looked like. Something that was so unlike him, he nearly turned around and left. Chuck didn't though, and he stayed.

As the door opened, Chuck put a warm smile on his slightly rugged featured. The lady opened the door, and he was taken aback by her scars. He wondered what had happened to her, and who would do such a thing. Chuck quickly took his eyes away from her scars, and took the rest in. He noticed her beautiful black hair, and blue eyes.

Hello. I'm Charles Bass, and I just wanted to say welcome to Blue Ridge.

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She could feel his eyes on her scars, she shifted with slight discomfort but made no move to cover them. Then he studied the rest of her. His words made her smile, and she caught his eyes as she spoke once more. Thank you Mr Bass. So far, it has been a pleasure. I'm Summer Holmes. she offered out her hand for him to shake as she introduced herself. Would you like to come inside? she asked, having a funny feeling he would probably accept.

Once they were back inside, she set to work on her questions. What do you do at the academy then? she asked, turning her back on him to make her way to the kitchenette. What would you like to drink, by the way? she asked quickly, gesturing to the coffee and tea. She was more of a tea person than a coffee person. As the kettle boiled, she turned and picked herself up so that she was sat on the counter. She smiled warmly at the male but kept her distance. She knew how vulnerable she looked, and didn't want to have anyone take advantage of her again. Never.

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WORD COUNT: ---
OUTFIT: CLICK?!
MUSE: slow...
LYRICS: Funhouse by Pink
NOTES: better get better soon...
CREDITS: NEO09 @ Caution 2.0[/SIZE]
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[Onzyy]

Chuck watched her wary eyes, and decided to back off. He wouldn't want to ruin the beginnings of an actual friendship, if one could call it that. Please to meet you Miss. Holmes. And please call me Chuck. He took her hand and shook it gently. No reason to be overbearing with a female. Thank you, and he walked in. The apartment still showed the newness of the arrival.

Finding a couch, he seated himself, but not so much to show that he was making himself comfortable. He was here to welcome her, a courtesy visit. Chuck heard her first question, but chose to answer the second first. I'll have tea thanks. Black, no sugar. When Chuck did have tea, then he was a puritan. Yet he still preferred his stronger drinking substances. Whiskey and the likes. I'm the stallion barn manager, and also the equestrian team coach. And yourself?

Once again, Chuck's mind went back to those scars. He would like to know her past, but he chose to ask his questions late. Later when they knew each other better. Melissa had changed his life drastically. And for once, Chuck was grateful for it.

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She grinned at him as he asked her to call him Chuck. Only if you call me Summer, Chuck. she said, allowing his name to roll of her tongue in a seductive manner. She couldn't help herself, and she hadn't really thought about it before she had said it. If she was surprised by herself, she didn't show it. She shook his hand, pleased by the gentle nature of the grip. Good, he wasn't trying to take advantage. She knew the type, they instantly tried to dominate you with a simple hand shape, engulfing her dainty hands, gripping it so tight the bones nearly crack. Once she had gotten his preferences with the drinks, she set to work on making them. It didn't take her long, and she nodded as he answered her first question, second. A knowing grin appeared on her face as she heard his title. Clint had often spoke of Mr.Bass, never using his name but more the "Damned stallion barn manager", not in the most friendly of tones. She had never questioned him, but always chuckled when Clint set of on one of his rants to his friend on the other side of the phone, often hearing them shouting back. A bell of laughter left her unintentional, but she didn't cover it up. Campus Officer. she told him, smirking still to herself.

She completed making the drinks and collected them up to take to her company. She handed Chuck his tea, and then placed herself in the armchair opposite him. Her legs tucked under herself, the mug resting on the arm of the chair. She had noticed that Chuck's eyes had kept straying to her scars, which most did notice when they saw her with very little on, like she did now. Tell me a little about yourself, where you grew up, siblings, school life? she asked, interest marring her vocals. She honestly liked to know about people, not to use it against them in the slightest, just because people fascinated her. If you do, I'll tell you how I got my scars. She offered dryly, it wasn't as hard to confess as it had been. They were part of her history now, not her future. She didn't care who knew, and would tell anyone who asked about them. Most people, like Chuck, would be polite and avoid asking about them, but some were rude and asked straight out. She surprisingly approved more of the ruder people, it was easier to answer the direct.

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[/b] Onzzy, but open to others too
WORD COUNT: 419
OUTFIT: CLICK?!
MUSE: Okay
LYRICS: Funhouse by Pink
NOTES: An alrighty post.
CREDITS: NEO09 @ Caution 2.0[/SIZE]
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[Onzyy]

chuck took his tea, and waited until she was seated opposite. Thank you Summer, he added her name. It rolled off his tongue like it was made for him, but he shook that thought off. He took a sip of his tea, and nearly choked when he heard what she did. So you're the one working with the bloody convict. He didn't state it as a question, but rather a statement. Convict was his name for Clint Urban, a man that he didn't like at all, and the feeling was mutual. Chuck actually didn't mind what Summer did for a living, but Clint would never forgive him if he and Summer became something serious. Serious...another word that didn't appear in the Bass vocabulary of relationships. Not even his nephew was one for serious relationships.

Then she asked about his history, and boy was it a shameful one. How would explain to her that he was the biggest player in New York and Kentucky. Well, he would be leaving the suicide out of his story, but Melissa belonged there. Well I was born into a privileged family. My parents are successful trainers and riders. I grew up in Upper East side Manhattan. I didn't see them a lot so I found other ways to entertain myself. I can tell you that the rich throw a damned good party. School? Only the best. Siblings? A sister. My father got bored one night. Horses were really my only family. I also have a daughter here at the Academy. And that is Chuck Bass in a nutshell. He tried to keep it as brief as possible, and that was all that was Chuck in the less amount of words as possible.

There was very little that he left out. One or two points that he didn't want to talk about. It was his past. The fact that he was a player was his past. Suicide case was his past. The Academy was part of his future, and it would stay like that.

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