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Post by Administrator on Jun 11, 2006 21:29:20 GMT -5
Razor can be found here...
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 0:40:55 GMT -5
It was sunny, but with a bit of overcast. Perfect for excersice such as this. Razor was perched on the back of the dark stallion, riding him around the rink, jumping over the low hurdles he had set up. Taking a glance around, he didn't see anyone who worked there and he flicked his wrist.
Flicking his switchblade open with his thumb, he hit the jump, leaning back as he aimed and let the knife fly, sticking it on the wooden bar of the next jump. He spurred his mount on and as they jumped, he leaned down, jerking the blade from the wood with a swift move, sitting back stright before they hit the ground.
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 0:41:30 GMT -5
Flanna been wandering about in Brooklyn for a bit of time, dressed as Flan. She had managed to get a new hat, her hair tucked up tightly under the cap. Hearing there were a track near Coney Island, she wandered into the training circle. She loved horses, a memory of growing up the horses that her family had stolen in Dublin. She had always loved their grace and pure power...
she slipped in unobserved, watching the young man and his performance on the horse. It was truely a magnificent animal he was riding...she thought with a sad smile, her family could have stolen it in a heart beat. She missed them at times, and their mischevious ways.
She leaned on the railing, watching the boy work with the horse and the knife. He was curious as well. He was quite handly with that knife, and an excellent horseman, she would say that.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 0:48:17 GMT -5
"Come on, Demon..." Razor bent low over the horse's neck, whispering to him as he stroked the slick neck. Hooves pounded the ground as Demon poured all he had into the running. They flew across the ground, not rider and ridden. But as one.
He stood up on the horses back, easily balanced. he pulled a dagger from each boot as he stood up, flicking them on either side of the last jump. As they neared it, He slid to the side, off the saddle, grabbing the first knife before sliding underneath the horse and grabbing ahold of the stirrup, pulling himself over to grab the other knife before barely clearing the bar and sliding back up top as they landed.
He slowed Demon and hopped off, sliding all his knives back away. He brushed the other's mane with a grin, leading him to the water trough toward the fence. "You did well today, boy."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 0:52:30 GMT -5
Flanna was amazed. She had seen very few riders perform as well as he did--and the others had been gypsies, trained from birth...and she had a feeling this was something that just came naturally to him. She immediately admired his rapport with the horse. A horse that was steadfast for its master and was also treated with kindness from said master...shows a good soul.
Clapping slowly, stronger than normal, she spoke in her lower, manly voice. "Impressive." She wasn't sure why she revealed herself, but she figured it would be better than someone that heavely armed to just discover her.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 0:54:18 GMT -5
He looked over at him, leaving Demon to drink. Coming over, his sharp eyes roamed over the newcomer, his mouth turning up into a smirk. "Practice...and do all New York girls think dressin like guys make em seem, i dunno, hidden?"
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 1:02:50 GMT -5
Flanna cursed inwardly. He was either really good or she was losing her touch. Despite instinct to back up, she stood her ground and locked her emerald eyes with his sapphire ones.
She couldnt fight with her ribs like this, but she wouldnt win against someone his size anyways. HE was a good...six inches taller than her. "I have my reasons. And it has worked for me pretty well." Her green eyes flashed and she thumbed her switchblade in her pocket. Things could go bad...
She pulled off her hat, her black hair falling about her shoulders, her witches' kiss clearly seen. "I'm not one of your horses. You dont have to look me up and down like that."
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 14:33:52 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, "Am i really that threatening?" He asked, "You can take your hand out of your pocket, if i was going to hurt you, i'd tell you to your face." He hopped up on the fence, sitting there lightly.
He smirked at her last comment, "I was making sure i wasn't wrong about my assumption of you being a girl. Your voice doesnt match your features, and the way you walk...its off with your body."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 15:47:36 GMT -5
Flanna slipped her hand out of her pocket, but kept it close to the opening. Her voice slipped back to its normal sing song quality, her irish brough slipping through.
"Glad to know...and your ability to threaten isn't in question. It's my inclination to be defensive around men. Especially ones who cary guns and knives."
A small smirk spread across her lips. "Well, I think I should take that as a compliment...glad to know I don't make a good boy nauturally." She studied him carefully.
He seemed true. She read people quite well, and she wasn't feeling any animosity coming from him or evil intentions.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 16:01:59 GMT -5
He chuckled, "That's a good trait to have, maybe. Not all men who carry guns and knives mean well, in any case." He dropped his new york accent and lethis own irish seep back into his voice.
He was a Brooklyn boy, and most ofthem were Irish, so it wasn't surprising. But him and his brother liked tokeep it secret, not too stick out. They didn't look Irish either. "It was meant as one. You make a better girl, i think."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 16:03:13 GMT -5
Flanna almost let a bright smile spread across her face but she kept it hidden, showing she was amused only by the glint that had appeared in her emerald eyes. He was a bit foward..but she liked that. She never liked those who didn't say exactly what they thought.
"Ach...Irish as well I see...where are ye orginally from? Me family was from Dublin." She ran a hand through her wild black hair, trying to tame it a bit. She tilted her head a bit, studying him. "I haven't gotten your name....?"
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 16:06:58 GMT -5
"Razor." He held his hand out to her, smirking a bit. "My family also hails from Dublin." He was having a good time talking to her, and it was better then working in any case. He whistled and Demon came trotting over, nuzzling his stomach and nearly pushing the other off the fence.
"Hey boy." He ran his fingers through the horse's mane. "You did good today."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 16:10:57 GMT -5
Flanna took his hand in hers, shaking it firmly but gently. "Flanna." Watched Demon and Razor and let out a light twinkling laugh. She couldn't help it..she hadn't been around horses since they left Dublin, and she missed them.
Stepping up to the horse, she put her hand out for him to smell her, while running a hand down his neck, petting him gently. "You are beautiful.." Her bright smile spread across her face then, murmuring in gaelic to the horse like her mother had taught her.
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Post by razor on Jun 13, 2006 16:19:18 GMT -5
Demon tossed his head, taking Razor's shirt in his teeth and pulling him hard. The other let out a short little yelp, hitting the ground and grabbing on to the horse and Flanna's shoulder for support. He blinked up at Demon. "Yes?" He said dryly. "Im down here, now what the heck do you want?"
The horse nickered, nuzzling his shoulder. Razor shook his head with a laugh, "You certainly are an odd one."
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Post by flanna on Jun 13, 2006 16:23:34 GMT -5
Flanna let out a small 'eep!' as she was pulled on, nearly tumbling to the ground herself. She laughed softly. "Seems the horse just wanted to play a bit." She paused a moment. "This may be a bold question, but may I ride him? I do so at my own risk, I understand."
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