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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 3:18:21 GMT -5
Rather large area where the horses can run around and can get some practice in. Razor can be found here.
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 21:23:21 GMT -5
Flanna spoke in soft gaelic to Demon, pulling herself onto the large horse bareback. She needed this...horses healed her. They were her constant. Burying her head in the horses' mane, she rode hard.
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 21:52:11 GMT -5
Razor wasn't sure why he was getting sidetracked, and going toward his work rather then straight home....and then he saw why. Eyes widening just a bit, he leaned against the railing, his eyes soft as he watched Demon run. He knew she would come back here....Just not quite so soon.
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 21:57:19 GMT -5
She sat up, eyes closed, letting Demon go where he wished. Her arms spread out at her sides, her face was a mix of emotions, pain, fear, hurt, anger...and flickers here and there of joy.
She missed the feeling of her hair blowing behind her back...but it was enough that she was back here. It had to be.
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:08:27 GMT -5
Razor pulled himself up on the rail, watching with narrowed eyes as Demon came by. Slipping carefull behind Flanna, he snuck an arm around her waist and kissed the side of her face. "Its me, love." He murmurred, hoping she wouldn't do something and throw him off.
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 22:10:54 GMT -5
Flanna flinched and let her hand swing, slapping Razor in the face hard with the back of her hand. She didn't say a word...so Razor wouldn't really know if she had been scared, or had actually slapped him.
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:12:53 GMT -5
Razor didn't even flinch. Because he deserved it, and he knew why. He sighed and slipped from Demon as the horse slowed down slightly. "Im sorry." He murmurred, running a hand through his hair, eyes lowered.
Damn it.
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 22:15:34 GMT -5
Flanna growled softly, pushing herself free, jumping off of Demon without a care if she would hurt herself--luckily she didn't.
"...Oh...now when I finally want to be alone, you show up. Brilliant, Razor." There was hurt and bitterness in her voice. "I love how you said you wouldn't leave me alone...wouldnt make me face this...but off you saunter!"
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:21:20 GMT -5
Razor bit his tongue. It was true, god help him. He had promised, and had broken it because of Spot. His eyes closed briefly, before opening back up, guarded so she couldn't see what he was thinking.
"You have every tight to hate me, Flanna." He said softly, "I wouldn't even stop you if you hopped the next train out of here. I was wrong by leaving you alone. I know that. I can stand here and tell you it was because i was worried what Spot was going to do if i never showed. That doesn't matter. I was all ready to burn down my home to get you back, and then i do that." His eyes locked to hers. "Its inexcusable. I know that, and im sorry for it."
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 22:25:56 GMT -5
Flanna's eyes were just hard back. "...yeah. And what if I had another breakdown? What if they had taken me back." Her voice was dangerously low. "its been more than just that day. Since I have gotten back you are always living me alone--I've been in Queens...Brooklyn...you just haven't known. You haven't noticed." She growled. "...makes it easy for them to grab me if you don't even know when I'm gone.."
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:28:23 GMT -5
Razor just looked at her. Stunned. "You know...." His voice nearly matched her own. "What if they do? What if they take you back, and i come to get you....And they kill me. Whose fault is it then, Flanna? Im sorry, i figured you'd be in more trouble being on the street with me. Guess i was wrong. You want to be alone? Have at it." He turned on his heel.
God DAMN it.
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Post by flanna on Oct 6, 2006 22:33:06 GMT -5
Flanna felt tears spring up in her eyes. "...Yeah. It would be my fault. My past...everything I do tends to put you in danger of death. Maybe I should take a cue.."
She spit out. "...and if I don't get my switchblade back, I'll kill you myself. See your true colors now Razor. Absence makes the heart grow fonder--but screw it if its actually back."
And with that, she stormed off.
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Post by razor on Oct 6, 2006 22:37:11 GMT -5
Raz stopped a few feet away, and cursed in Gaelic, slamming his fist hard into the brick side of the nearest building. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It seemed that everything was falling apart, and now the one thing his life depended on.... had just walked off.
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Post by lightning on Nov 23, 2006 0:35:53 GMT -5
((new day))
Lightning lead his dappled Grey, thoroughbred mare into the training ring for a short but thorough exercise.
"Hey Darlin', don't give me a hard time today ok?" he stroked Darling's velvety nose as he spoke and made his way to her left side. He quickly swung himself up into the saddle.
Darling started to prance sideways, being a former dressage horse, and Lightning quickly corrected her.
He started her out in a trot and then moved her into a steady canter. He went around the ring with her like that a few laps then pulled her back into a trot. This went on for about twenty minutes until he decided she was warmed up.
He brought her into a gallop and circled the ring with her a few times, trying to time himself in his head. He brought her back to a trot and let her cool off a bit.
He noticed someone coming over to the ring but couldn't quite make out who it was from the distance.
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Post by mayhem on Nov 23, 2006 0:42:17 GMT -5
Mayhem had wanted to make a short trip to the stables (short because she would die if she ever hurt a horse) just to be there. She had taken the day off from selling to have a day of relaxation.
She approached the training ring and saw who had been on her mind ever since she saw him in Tibby's. Lightning. 'OK. Stay cool and collected May. You can do it.' she reassured herself. She took on a look of confidence and approached the railing.
"Havin' a good ride Lightning?" she asked nervously.
She gulped as he came closer to where she was standing.
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(c)Red