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Post by Keith Fletcher on May 23, 2009 21:35:10 GMT -5
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,
i can do more than words can say.
Today, for some reason, was quite different than most days. Or maybe it was just because everything around here was now new. All of the sudden his life had been brought upside down and he was still trying to take it all in. This was happening. It was all real. His aunt really had taken Kalien under her wing and had given him more money than he could count and told him to have a good life. That wasn't what normally happened. A sixteen year old didn't normally end up with hundreds of thousands of dollars that a rich aunt randomly gave him. And yet he had all of that money in the bank. That, of course, he wanted to keep to himself. He planned on eventually getting a job and acting as if that money wasn't even there. Maybe one day he would need it, or he would give it to someone he cared about. Right now, though, it was just used to pay for food and Tengo's board.
They, as in Keith and Tengo, had arrived here two days ago. But Keith had let Tengo settle in and become his normal self before doing anything with him. And even now this wasn't really considered doing anything. Keith was sitting up on Tengo as they walked down the trail, the gelding snorting as he held his head low near the ground. Low enough that Keith was rather afraid that the horse might trip over himself. Tengo's legs lifted off the ground and were carefully placed back on the solid surface two at a time. For Tengo, there was no such thing as dragging a hoof. You picked it up and set it back down the same way it had been before. Yeah, the horse was picky like that. But it made for a nice look, and even if Keith wanted it to change there would be no way it would.
Oh, did I forget to mention that they were riding bareback today? Riding bareback on the trail was only considered stupid to some people, you know. Obviously Keith didn't think it was stupid, at least not with Tengo. The horse liked being ridden bareback better since he could easily feel what you wanted and was just overall happier. If you asked Keith about it, you would get quite a simple reply: all I want to do is make my horse happy. That's his goal and right now he's doing quite the job at it. It's not hard to notice that Tengo looks to Keith before doing anything. The horse relies and looks up to Keith, not only as his owner but more so as a friend.
Glancing around, Keith went ahead and turned off the trail as they came across a large, open pasture. It was nearly picture perfect. Almost too good to be true. Was it a trap? Instantly he grunted, glaring at nothing but himself. There he went again. Tossing the thought from his mind, he went ahead and asked Tengo for an easy trot, the reins long as Keith clucked softly, squeezing ever so slightly with his calves. Snorting, the gelding picked up an easy trot and raised his head, ears up, as he nickered loudly. If there was anyone in the area it would be hard not to know they were out here. Taking his chances, Keith went ahead and kissed, bringing his right leg back slightly. Tengo picked up the correct lead, stumbling as he lost focus for a moment. Keith clucked again and the horse actually collected his head a bit, slowing his canter down into something more in control. For a moment at least.
It was about then that something ran out from the bushes right in front of them. To Keith it looked like a wolf of some sorts, but he supposed it could easily just be a large dog. Of course, he had little time to think about it because Tengo stopped suddenly, backed up, and reared. Keith was able to stay on until the horse took off at a full gallop and then stopped a few strides later in a sliding stop. Oh crap. Of course, Keith hadn't been expecting that and was thrown off to the right, landing with a grunt. As he slowly sat up, wishing he had worn a helmet, he watched Tengo run off nearly half a mile and then stop and whinny loudly. Yeah, you have no rider anymore. Good job Tengo. You could tell he thought it was slightly funny as he cantered back over and stopped a few feet from Keith.
Sitting up, Keith was pleased with himself to discover that nothing felt broken or even sprained. Though his head ached and everything was spinning, he checked over everything else before he took in a shaky breath and brought a hand up to his forehead. He instantly pulled it back when he felt something sticky and wet, groaning when it was blood. Yeah, no wonder it hurt. When he began to stand up, he quickly discovered just how badly his forehead actually hurt. Stumbling over to Tengo, he leaned against his side as the horse moved skittishly over. Feeling his back pocket in a sudden daze, Keith was alarmed to discover that his cell phone was broken in two in his back pocket. Now what was he supposed to do? Having no idea what to do, he went ahead and clucked lightly and Tengo moved forward uneasily, snorting. Keith had only taken a few steps when the edges of his vision went black for a moment, his head throbbing. When he stopped Tengo pawed the ground, getting quite an unhappy vibe out of Keith. Taking his chance, the horse took off back in the direction he thought the trail had been. As he approached the trail, slowing down into a fast canter, he neighed loudly as he slowed down to a steady trot, snorting. The reins were high on his neck now, obvious that his rider had fallen off. Tengo planned to keep going until he got somewhere a bit more interesting. Somewhere, hopefully, with people.
WORD COUNT ; 1024
TAGGED ; open
NOTES ; got more dramatic than i had planned, but oh well...
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on May 27, 2009 12:17:21 GMT -5
[/img]   carter ,[/i] don't be a baby,
remember what you told me.
[/center] [/b][/color] I called out to the big horse, eyes wide. There were reins hanging low on the horse's neck as he trotted boredly toward Tera and blew in her nostrils, the customary equine greeting. I laid my book carefully and lovingly in the grass, figuring I would just return to it later and jogged toward the horses. Fortunuately, they seemed to want to meet me in the middle, and I only had to run a quarter of a mile. I didn't know what to do with the horse, so I removed Tera's bridle, slid the halter over the gelding's nose, and led him the remainder of the way to the forest. I was a little worried about going to find the rider, but I knew night was falling and I wouldn't want to leave someone with a broken arm, alone in the woods. Feeling very much like a female knight in shining armor, I tied the grey to a tree on the border of the forest, mounted Tera and took off into the woods at a slow, collected canter. Hello? I called into the forest. No answrer. My thoughts and heart began racing. What if the rider hadn't just broken an arm or leg, but died? What if they'd hit a tree and I would be greeted only by a body split in two? No, I was becoming too morbid again. And mortality was just a subject that reminded me of those dark days last month when I was missing Sam and still cutting myself. I'd become familiar with blood. I could handle it if I had to face it again. Hello? I called again, anxiety rising in my young voice that suddenly seemed so small and feminine, I doubted the distance it would carry through the trees. Is anyone out there? Are you okay? Now, look at this. I was asking questions to a person that I hadn't even heard. Yet, I believed. And I knew he or she was there. When I finally did see a form, it was only luck that kept me from plowing him over with Tera's hooves. She stopped herself, I practically flew over her neck, and found myself hanging over a brunet boy's head from the height of the great mare's withers. Uhm. Hi there. I muttered awkwardly, trying to pull myself, but finding it easier just to fall and clunk down to the ground at the boy's side. I sat up with all the remaining dignity I had left in me. Are you okay? I asked, knowing I deserved to have the same question asked of me. I could almost hear Tera snickering behind me, but maybe it was only a snort. I think I found your horse a few miles back. D-Did you fall? I stuttered only because I had just got a good look at the boy's face and he was drop dead gorgeous. Well, what a lucky girl I was. What a catch we had here. Word Count 924 Outfit click.Post Status Complete notes you write really well! i think keith and carter could be such a cute couple. (: All content c) Copyright Awry at Forever and Always.[/ul][/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Keith Fletcher on May 28, 2009 9:16:23 GMT -5
 JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,i can do more than words can say.
Keith sat on the ground, muttering something about ‘lack of respect’ and ‘ditching me’. Obviously he wasn’t just thrilled with Tengo for leaving him out here, no matter what the case was. The horse that behaved so well and was so trust worthy decided to just ditch him and run off on his own. All Keith could do was hope that Tengo would be smart enough to at least go back to the barn and not wonder out alone. Still being slightly new, Keith had still yet to meet anyone, not that he was trying very much to do so anyways. But that meant that no one knew where he was, and if Tengo didn’t go back in the right direction he wouldn’t have a horse to borrow to go searching for him.
Then again, there was the chance that Tengo had gone in the correct direction and had actually managed to find help. Just the thought made Keith chuckle, resisting the urge to shake his throbbing head. Tengo was often times a bit confused and didn’t always pay attention to where they were going. Eventually Keith had just accepted this, figuring that eventually he would stop tripping over himself. With Keith’s mind beginning to think of the worst, a crude image of Tengo tripping and breaking a leg flashed into his mind. There was no rider on the horse who eventually just died, lying in the middle of the road. As soon as there was no longer a fight the animals of the night moved in on his body and…Keith quickly shook his head, making himself gasp as his head objected. But there had been no other way to break him from that horrid image, he was sure of it.
Sighing and glancing around, he suddenly seemed to be aware of everything that could go wrong. What if some animal came out from the smell of blood on his forehead and decided he would make a wonderful feast? Or if he had to stay out here all night and no one ever bothered to look for him…What would he do then? Looking thoughtful, Keith instantly heard his aunt’s last words to him before he had left her house a few evenings ago. ”While I must admit you did a decent job taking care of your sister over the past few years, I’m not at all sad it is coming to an end. Keith, you are quite the guy, and I’m sure you know that. But if there’s trouble within a two hundred mile area, it’ll be drawn to you. I’m sorry boy, but you always seem to get yourself in the worst places. Maybe it isn’t always your fault, as you do have quite a lot to be thinking about right now. But I think I’ll sleep easier knowing that your little sister is out of your hands.” She had then slammed the door on his face. Just like that.
Her words were actually somewhat true, at least in the current situation. For some reason he always seemed to get himself into trouble. He had heard his aunt talking with a friend about him before he left and caught something along the lines of ‘it wouldn’t be as bad if he actually cared what happened to himself’. Ah yes, he had heard that many times before. But he was still positive that there were people still out there looking for him, though he had no proof of it. His only proof was the gut feeling of being constantly watched in the pit of his stomach. That was more than enough proof for him.
He forced himself to clear his head, to figuring out what exactly he was doing to himself when he heard a noise. Not just any noise, but a voice. Holding his breath, he jumped slightly when a horse suddenly appeared next to him. Glancing up, looking rather confused, his gaze softened when he saw just how cute the rider was. She plopped down next to him, making him chuckle lightly as she went straight out and said what she obviously had to say. Was he alright? That was something he could rattle on about for days, but he decided to keep it short. ”Well, minus the minor problem of blood oozing from my forehead, I’d say that yes, I am surprisingly alright. And now I have to ask the same of you, of course. You just did almost what I did nearly an hour ago.” Of course, an hour ago he had actually flown over Tengo’s head when the horse decided to stop. But still, she had just fallen off. What type of a guy would he be if he simply ignored that fact and talked about himself? He was about to attempt to stand up, or do something to ensure himself that he was really alright, but he stopped when she said she had possibly found his horse a few miles back. ”Thank God,” he managed to mumble. It was obvious that he was overly happy Tengo had been found, hopefully in one piece. ”Fell off…You could say that, yeah. Something spooked him; he took off, then just kind of…Stopped. I flew over his head and landed about where I am now, actually. Speaking of which, are there wolves around here or anything?” Just about now he was starting to actually be rather thankful for this girl plopping down next to him. He wasn’t sure what he would have done, with darkness falling and all, if he hadn’t been discovered.
WORD COUNT ; 925
TAGGED ; open
NOTES ; aww, thanks! i haven't written in so long I seem to be able to just write tons recently...And I must agree: I think they would make quite the cute couple.
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on May 28, 2009 18:45:45 GMT -5
[/img] carter ,[/i] don't be a baby,
remember what you told me.
[/center] [/b][/color] I sighed, rising from the now muddy seat of my jeans to my knees, leaning across to gently place my fingertips on his face. One hand rested gingerly on his cheek, the other in his hair. I tried not to be too intimate with the gestures, but found it hard to hold myself back. Yeah, you've got a pretty bad cut there.[/b] I mused, wincing slightly as it seemed to throb and excrete more blood onto the boy's skin. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a packet of tissues. My mother and her germaphobic tendancies had finally come in handy. Why I'd actually listened to her and taken the tissues that I knew I wouldn't be using, even if I was a little sick with the cold, I hadn't known, but I was grateful for having done so now. Well. We can you know, take the most conventional of treatment, I said, gesturing toward the tissues in my hands. Or we can pretend you're five again and I can kiss it and make it better. I giggled, but didn't wait for an answer to the rhetorical statement I'd made, dabbing gently at the cut. It wasn't as bad as it looked, a little deep, but not long or wide. He seemed extremely relieved when I mentioned. Aww.[/color] I looked down from the wound, grabbing a new tissue from my pocket, blue eyes meeting his. They were so unsettlingly gorgeous, flecks of charcoal inbetween, a certain light I'd never seen before, replicated only in paintings by old masters. I laughed softly as he mentioned wolves, hoping he didn't think I'd found his story funny. I felt sorry for the boy, and his poor male ego that was probably suffering right now. No, I don't think there are. Are you scared of deer, though? Cause you know, a big buck might come get us.[/b] I smiled, pantomiming fear to perfection. I finished dabbing at the cut, satisfied that it was clean enough now and drew a new tissue from my pocket. Just keep some pressure on that to stop the bleeding. Anything else hurt? I smiled, brushing my bangs way from my eyes to find some leaves caught in my hair. I picked them out, eyes staying locked intently on his, hating to be without the warm feeling that filled me up when I watched him. In fact, I hadn't been with anyone in awhile. It was kind of hard to believe that Sam had been my first, and so far, my last boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, I suppose. He'd made it very clear that he wanted no part of me or our relationship anymore. I knew I was jumping the gun on this too, in fact, I didn't even know the boy's name yet, but I couldn't deny the possibility our chemistry created. It was the kind of thing you couldn't buy or expect to find everyday. Already, I felt comfortable around a total stranger, obviously to ask him if he wanted me to kiss his wounds and make them feel better. And what a stupid line that'd been, - I'd be surprised if he wasn't feeling the same way right now - maybe stupid enough to have scared him away. Not that I'd drawn him closer within our fifteen seconds of meeting. God, how confusing I was. Well, first of all, if I wanted anything to come of this, I'd have to start this the right way. If I hadn't messed up my first chance enough already. I'm Carter Westwood. Your name, my little patient? I smiled bravely, reaching out my hand for the boy's, which I eagerly awaited - even though my palms were sweaty - I was sure his hand would be as soft and warm as a thick blanket on a December night. I couldn't stop smiling, so I must have appeared warm enough from the outside, but I'd been alone for so long, I was beginning to feel a little cold on the inside. I was ready for someone to come along and break the ice. Word Count 789 Outfit click.Post Status Complete notes sorry for the shortness, i'm not feeling like writing too much but i wanted to reply because this is fun. (: All content c) Copyright Awry at Forever and Always.[/ul][/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Keith Fletcher on May 28, 2009 20:26:21 GMT -5
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,i can do more than words can say.
While Keith was normally pretty uncaring when it came to girls, he found this one a bit different. Sure, she was the same as a lot of them: pretty, giggly, and slightly flirty. But what shocked him was that he was actually starting to flirt back. When she smiled he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, settling his large blue eyes on her own. Finally managing to take his eyes off of her, he went to what he normally noticed first: the horse. She was waiting patiently behind them, blowing on the back of the girl’s neck. As he thought about it, he had to smile lightly, just thinking about Tengo. By now he would have tried to eat his hair, his shirt, and stuck his nose in his face. A lot of people complained that he simply didn’t have any manners. But Keith knew better, knowing that Tengo was just like that. It was how he was. But boy, he was lucky he was cute.
He was pleased to hear that she was alright, though he wasn’t sure exactly what he had done if she hadn’t been. With his head still throbbing, if she ended up getting hurt, he had no idea what they were to do. Besides, if he was already hurt, wouldn’t it just be better for him to get hurt again rather than her? Yeah, that would make sense. Or at least to him it sure would. Who knows if she would even consider that, though. After all, he did appear to be the paranoid person out of, well, everyone.
Watching her climb to her knees, he was only slightly shocked when she leaned over and her hands found his face. One hand rested on his cheek and the other in his hair, which he had no objection to once so ever, minus the fact that it did hurt a bit. For some reason he found no surprise in the fact that the cut on his forehead was slightly bad. He must have slammed head on into a rock or something to do that to himself, because a stick wouldn’t cause nearly as much damage. ”I’ve had worse,” was all he said back in response, his tone unusually cheerful despite the words spoken. Really, he had to admit that he was surprised that she carried tissues around with her, but he had no complaints. After all, he would have ended up taking off his shirt if it hadn’t been for the tissues. If his forehead really did start to bleed again that’s what he would take up doing, but he wasn’t so sure how she would feel about that. After all, he had no idea if she wanted to even picture him without his shirt on right now. Chuckling when she offered up options, he couldn’t help but comment on that, once again sounding cheerful. ”You know, some people do say I act like a five year old every now and then.” Keith wasn’t sure how he was managing to sound so cheerful while almost constantly wincing from his throbbing forehead, but somehow he managed.
It was obvious by now, he was sure, that he felt a need to consider Tengo quite a lot more than he did of himself. But he still wasn’t sure the ‘aww’ had been needed. ”Tengo is…different. He’s got an unusual personality, to say the least. I wasn’t sure if he would even know the way back to the barn from here. I’m glad to hear that you found him, to say the least. Was he in one piece?” The horrid image of the Tengo with a broken leg flashed into his mind, but he was pretty sure he already knew the answer to his question. Keith could easily handle any scrapes, cuts, or bruises. But broken legs were a problem of their own.
Okay, it was quite an understatement to say that he was surprised when there were no wolves around here, but he had to laugh. He couldn’t help but notice that this girl seemed to share his thoughts when it came to a good laugh. ”Not the big buck! Anything but that!” Grinning, he watched her continue to dab at his forehead and resisted the urge to do anything he might later regret doing. When she apparently thought it was good enough, he took the advice he was already aware of and rose on eyebrow. ”Thank you, doctor. And nothing else hurts nearly as bad as my forehead, so I do believe I’m good.” Truth be told, he could feel that his shoulder was a bit tender, but he had a feeling that it was just from taking most of the impact, along with his head, from the fall. Why mention something that he didn’t think anyone really needed to worry about?
Starting to look amused by her constant smiling, he took her name into consideration when it was told and said his name back without much thought. ”Keith Fletcher,” he said with a grin. He had a feeling that he was starting to look like her now, with the smile and all. But there was something about him that still made him glance over his shoulder before he took her hand, still looking slightly distracted. There was, of course, nothing there. But he still felt as if there was.
WORD COUNT ; 893
TAGGED ; open
NOTES ; man. your's was perfectly fine, don't worry about it. i just love you for replying. <3 sorry for the crappy post...just got back from riding and i'm a bit out there right now.
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on May 30, 2009 9:54:40 GMT -5
[/img] carter ,[/i] don't be a baby,
remember what you told me.
[/center] [/b][/color] I smiled down at the boy and realized he had already been grinning up at me. My heart skipped a beat and I turned back to the less exciting, but more safe wound. But I guess I'm a pretty sheltered kid.[/color] I wondered what kind of people he was used to, and if all the Berlington kids were just stuck-up wimps to him. I had to admit, we weren't a very strong kind of student body, smart and strong in the physical sense, but never street smart and certainly never invincible. To put it this way, we would never survive in the streets of a place like New york City, even some of the nice upper class neighborhoods. we'd be dead by the time we got to Brooklyn. What we would have done without the tissues, I Wasn't sure. I couldn't think of any other possible options. He contradicted me so sweetly, and almost asked for the kiss I'd offered. I giggled nervously, blushing and very slowly leaned in to kiss his forehead, a few centimeters off from the wound. It was short, hardly anything, my lips barely touching his skin. Just to be safe. I stumbled through the sentence, staring at the ground as if I'd wanted to talk to the dirt. I'd given a few kisses before - never on the lips - and received a few - yet again, never on the lips. It wasn't a big deal to me as long as I knew I cared about the person I gave it to. And I'd only known this boy for a short time, but there was already an unmistakable connection growing. He seemed to think my deer joke was funny, but it only brought me back to the fact that I really didn't know what lived in these woods. Hopefully, I'd been right. I tried to focus on something else. I liked making him laugh and smile. I liked the sound of it. He introduced himself as Keith Fletcher. Carter Westwood.[/color] I took his hand, just like I would meeting anyone else, but it felt different. I let go, looking around. It was like one of those What's wrong with this picture? scenes. Glancing over the background of the woods behind Keith, I didn't see anything wrong. But something went off in my head, instinct perhaps, and made me do a double take. Standing there in the middle of the trail, was a small boar. I knew that it didn't look that dangerous, but there had been accidents before with the stupid, hairy animals. However, he wasn't paying any attention to us at the moment, so I figured that we might be able to escape on Tera. Uhm ... do you want to get going?[/color] I tried to offer as casually I could, but even now, my voice sounded hurried. Word Count 743 Outfit click.Post Status Complete notes short again! ): All content c) Copyright Awry at Forever and Always.[/ul][/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Keith Fletcher on May 30, 2009 10:44:53 GMT -5
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,i can do more than words can say.
Keith didn’t know if she felt the same way as he did right now, but he knew that he would savor this feeling for a while. The feeling of security, though he hadn’t even known the girl long. But something just told him that it was alright, that he should trust her no matter what happened today. Biting his bottom lip and looking like he was totally out of everything right now, he rubbed the area near his forehead a bit and winced. He had never really thought about talking to random people to see if he felt a connection; he was one of those people that believed it took time to form a relationship. Then again, he had been in very few relationships in his past just because he tended to be so worried and jumpy. Apparently if you were like that around girls and didn’t explain why, they thought you were going to murder them or something. That’s really just what you got for girls, though. It was nearly a given to be suspected of something if you were constantly glancing over your shoulder.
When she claimed she had never seen much worse, he almost laughed. But her statement about being sheltered made him look a bit more serious, actually considering what she said for a moment. He had lived on the streets, in random houses, in the tunnels at the playgrounds...Just about everywhere really. It had been what he needed to do at the time to take care of his sister, and the fact that he refused to stay in one place too long only helped that out. Never in his life had he been sheltered from anything, he had been exposed to it all. Though just because of this he didn’t totally think everyone here was a rich snob or anything. Now that he had money he was not able to complain, and while he wished his past would simply disappear, he never that would never happen. He would continue to look over his shoulder until someone taught him otherwise. But to be taught otherwise, someone first needed to know why he did it. And, glancing at the girl, he still didn’t know if he could do that to himself.
Maybe he hadn’t been totally paying attention, but when she giggled and in fact kissed his forehead, even if it was short, he noticed. And eventually he hoped they would be able to do that without such an awkward moment after. ”I never really found the dirt a good listener,” he commented with a grin as she mumbled to the dirt for a moment. But he dropped the whole thing after a moment, not wanting to push her into something she didn’t want to do. In the next few seconds he discovered that her name was Carter, and their handshake was quick and nearly awkward. Of course, Keith was not one to deny or even speak up about anything that everyone else felt a bit unsure about. But for some reason he didn’t right now as he brought a hand up to his forehead to itch near the wound, making a face.
He could tell that she was kind of glancing behind him and he tried to keep looking forward. That, of course, didn’t work too well. Wasn’t he the one supposed to be glancing over his shoulder every five seconds? Having someone else do that was just weird. So he finally had to glance over his shoulder and was only mildly shocked to see a boar standing in the middle of the path. It was easy to tell that Carter was a bit nervous now, or something along those lines at least. The thought about him getting hurt rather than her popped into his head again as he glanced at her, looking thoughtful. Right now the boar look like it had better stuff to do than attack them, but he had heard of some pretty nasty boar attacks. An obvious shiver ran through his spine but he quickly shook his head and instantly groaned. Not only did he spray blood everywhere, possibly even on Carter, but that didn’t help the throb decrease at all. ”Sorry,” he mumbled before taking her question into consideration. But just as he was about to answer, there was a loud sort of crash sound and Tengo broke through a clump of trees near by, not only running the boar off but nearly giving Keith a heart attack. Leaning over slightly as he exhaled, laughing shakily, he glanced over his shoulder again as Tengo trotted over near them and nudged Keith’s head, nickering lightly. ”Yeah, let’s go before something else pops out of the woods.” Though he sounded rather confident, he hadn’t even thought about standing up yet. Glancing at Tengo and reaching up to put one hand around his neck, he pulled himself up and was instantly overwhelmed with everything spinning. ”Oh crap.”
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TAGGED ; open
NOTES ; =D
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on Jun 6, 2009 9:04:28 GMT -5
[/img] carter ,[/i] and when we meet, which i'm sure we will
all that was there will be there still
[/center] [/color] I'd hate to think just how much damage could be done if he happened to fall from his mount again. If I happened to fall from a horse again, I might start bleeding too. The situation seemed hopeless, like we'd never get out of here, or out of the danger we were seemingly in. Carefully, I laced my hands over his to the reins and squeezed Tengo's sides, slowly urging him into a slow walk, trying to stay calm as the boar continued on. He hadn't even noticed the threat he posed toward us or all the worry and fear we'd felt when he arrived. Keith's neck was warm, the heat radiating from his skin to my cheek, my chin still hanging over his shoulder. I leaned in to kiss his neck gently, the horse seemingly on autopilot. I giggled, pulling away, my pink lips quivering in anticipation. Maybe after we'd gotten far enough away, he would take me off the horse and kiss me again. If he was strong enough. "Everything is going to be okay. We'll just follow the trail I came through and head back to the school. I've got to get Terabinth before we go back to the barn, though." I verbally weighed my options out loud, thinking to myself to fill the silence that had seemed to come over us. Keith seemed to be doing better so I let go of his hands and let him guide his horse. Feeling comfortable enough with myself and my balance, I leaned off his shoulder, my hands coming up to his back and rubbing gently, trying to take the stress and pressure off of him. It seemed like we might never make it out, and to be honest, I couldn't seem to find the trail anywhere around me, but we'd find our way out. Darkness was still a few hours away, and in that time, we'd be back at our own houses, thinking about the day and how we met. Anyway, I had my cell phone in my pocket, so it wasn't like I couldn't call someone in if we really got lost. It was just that I didn't want to. If the administration heard about this, who knows what they'd think of me now. They'd had a hard time dealing with the gossip about their precious freshman valedictorian when it hit the dreaded Miss BHS server. If they knew for a fact that I'd been out in the forbidden Berlington Woods, I might never be trusted again. "It'll be okay." I repeated. Almost to calm myself as much as it was to calm Keith. "MEET" Carter Alyssa Westwood "YOU JUST READ" 630 words "LOOKING LIKE" HERE."THIS POST IS" Complete. This is my sunshine (my 133rd sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.Lyrics c) Katy Perry, Waking Up In Vegas. Icon credit to BETH BBY! at Blank Pages. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always. [/ul][/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Keith Fletcher on Jun 7, 2009 12:00:19 GMT -5
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,i can do more than words can say.
Tengo seemed to know that something wasn’t right and made a point to stand still, lowering his head to munch on the long strands of grass. Keith, on the other hand, was quickly wondering how much longer he could make it without something else drastic happening. Like him passing out or falling off Tengo, something like that at least. But he seemed to feel a bit relieved when Carter’s head fell on his shoulder, and she spoke, the words just making him chuckle lightly. ”Probably not,” he said honestly, glancing at her for a moment before looking ahead again. Though he was rather dizzy, he had still expected that she would just let him do all the work and help him if he needed it. The surprise was when her hands fell gently over his on the reins and she gently squeezed Tengo’s sides. Being himself, he tossed his head and picked up a bit faster walk than Keith would have liked, but he still had no objections. So everything was going decent, or as decent as it could, but she never seemed to stop surprising him. He almost jumped when her lips pressed against his neck, but he quickly relaxed into the feeling and sighed slightly, listening to her words. Maybe they would get back alright, and mostly in one piece. But something told him, as he glanced behind his shoulder again, that it wasn’t about to happen.
All too soon she released his hands, allowing him to direct Tengo now, though the horse seemed to have an idea of where he was going by himself. It seemed like Carter was slowly allowing him to gain back some of his pride, if you want to call it that, and she leaned off his shoulder and her hands fell on his back, rubbing it gently. He knew that she was trying to take the stress off of him, and while it was working a bit, it wasn’t exactly doing wonders for him. The reins were loose in his hands and everything was slowly starting to stop spinning, making him overly happy. Maybe they really did have a chance of getting out of here alive, or at least coconscious. Right now that was more than he could ask of himself, but he had always had high expectations. Why should he drop them right now?
Despite the fact that there was a slight silence in between them for a while, he still had a relaxing feeling around him. He could see clearly again, though dusk was sneaking up on them, and Tengo was behaving rather well. In fact, Keith was pretty sure that this was the longest time the horse had ever gone behaving this well. It was nice to know that, in a way, he could count on his gelding when he needed to. Keith had taken a few falls from the horse over time, but he had quickly learned to stay on and keep working through it to a point where he was sure he could be a famous bull rider if he ever got really desperate for money.
The silence was broken when Carter spoke, but he only heard the first word or so. Tengo was quickly becoming his old self and had zoned out to some other world when the ground suddenly changed textures, going much more rocky. It was no surprise to Keith that the horse tripped, but with the trip and the dizziness combined, he was quickly on the ground again. Sure, he got scraped up a bit more on his legs and arms, but the really worrying thing was that he was actually laughing now. He was sitting up, rubbing his forehead, but laughing at the same time. I hate to say it, but we’ve all had the moment where everything is going so terribly you just have to laugh at yourself. Because if you didn’t, you didn’t know how else you would survive.
His laughing stopped after a few seconds and he looked up at the girl he had been sitting in front of just a few seconds ago, making a depressed sort of face. ”I don’t think I can ride right now,” he pointed out with a small smile.
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Post by ` carter alyssa westwood on Jun 9, 2009 21:40:44 GMT -5
[/img] carter ,[/i] and when we meet which i'm sure we will
all that was there will be there still
[/center] [/b][/color] watched Keith slide off Tengo, hitting the ground yet again, and felt so guilty. There was nothing I could really do to keep him from falling on his face again in that moment, but something inside of me said I could have tried. Now I fought laughing with him because that just didn't seem like it'd be right. New cuts were opened on his arms, his legs. I flung myself down to him, off the horse's back, there as quickly as I could to help, my knees bending to get down to his level. "Are you okay?" I worried. He seemed to be taking this so easily, such a lighthearted boy in the face of possible danger. Tengo could decide to spook at any moment now or run away, here I was not holding the reins. I snatched them from the thin air, hoping the horse wouldn't spook from my sudden decision. "I can tell." I smiled back at the boy. "But now we really don't have any other tissues to bandage you up again, and I'm honestly getting really worried about you, Keith." I said, letting my real emotion seep through. I'd been keeping them hidden so as not to worry him, but maybe he needed to see how serious the situation was. I knew he was a little out of it at the moment, but that didn't take away from how lost we we really were. I sat back in the dirt and just watched him for a minute, trying to let him catch his breath. "What if we never get out of here, Keith?" I tried to contemplate the possibility for a minute, and really think about the consequences. Namely, the biggest one, death. We couldn't survive out here for long, without food and water. And I didn't see either of us becoming George or Georgina of the Jungle anytime soon. We were (or at least I was) spoiled, bratty California kids. Our definition of living off the land was shopping at Whole Foods Market or picking tomatoes in our rooftop garden. The police would come looking for awhile, but the woods were so large, who knew how long it would take them to find us. Daddy's money could only get you so far in life, and didn't always guarantee gratification. Terabinth was still out in the pasture, tied up to an outlying tree, so maybe a passing rider would find her. I knew trackers were in the Laudeville Police Squadron, so perhaps they could trace my footsteps from there. But just how long that would take, I didn't know. I sighed, looking back down at Keith, and wondered just how much my small feelings for him mattered at the moment. If we didn't make it out, what would it matter? "Here's the deal. Night is falling, you're hurt, and we're not finding a way out of the woods anytime soon. No pun inteneded." I sighed, running my hands through my hair. "We need to come up with a plan to get us out here. If we have to run around looking for a signal on my phone, I'll do it, but I'm not spending the night here." I said, staring at the ground then back at him, searching his face for a reaction. I hoped I didn't sound like a selfish, prissy little rich girl. And I honestly wanted to get him out alive. Still, I might be able to sneak my first kiss before I died. As bad as it sounded, I wasn't going without one. "MEET" Carter Alyssa Westwood "YOU JUST READ" 590. i'm sorry. i tried to make it somewhat long. "LOOKING LIKE" HERE"THIS POST IS" complete, sadly. This is my sunshine (my 137th sunshine). It makes me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know, dear, how much I love it. So please don't take my sunshine away.Lyrics c) Dido, White Flag. Icon credit to BETH BBY! at Blank Pages. All content unaforementioned c) Awry at Forever and Always. [/ul][/size][/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Keith Fletcher on Jun 9, 2009 22:37:25 GMT -5
JUST LET ME SHOW YOU ,i can do more than words can say.
As Keith’s laughter began to slow, he watched Carter slide off of Tengo and end up next to him, looking worried. It wasn’t an expression he was used to, as he didn’t get it often, but he was still aware of what it was. Her words surprised him to an extent, and he discovered that he didn’t like people worrying about him quite this much. ”Yeah, don’t worry Carter, really. I’m, well, used to this sort of stuff.” That was quite the understatement, but he figured she could get something out of that at least. Watching Tengo toss his head and take a few nervous steps back when she snatched the reins, the gelding quickly settled down again and decided to stand still, though his lips ended up on top of Carter’s head. When he was scared or nervous, he felt the need to constantly touch the closest person. Most of the time that was Keith, but since he couldn’t manage to get to Keith right now, Tengo was settling for Carter. He didn’t really know her, but he had a good feeling about it all. And who can really question horses?
Her smile made him feel better for a moment before she spoke again about his condition. She hadn’t been like this a few minutes ago, but he had a feeling she hadn’t exactly been showing her true feelings a few minutes ago. Frowning at her words, he looked at her and sighed, shaking his throbbing head lightly. ”This is nothing new. I’ve….Been through a lot by myself and have figured out some things other people haven’t. There’s not really a reason to worry about me,” he mumbled softly. Even sharing that made him drop his gaze to the ground. Now it was his turn to be talking to the dirt, and in this case, it was quite a good listener.
When the subject came to the one he knew it would come to eventually, about being lost and all, he just chuckled lightly. ”I may be in this current condition, but do you really think I’d let that happen? Maybe I won’t make it out of here, but you sure will.” He wasn’t sure how, but he knew that one way or another she would at least get out alive. Food and water were on his list only to a small extent, as he knew they could go without them for a bit longer. Or he could, at least.
It was interesting to see her start to stress out this much for one reason or another. But when she spoke again, this time listing everything negative about our situation, and added the whole pun thing in at the end, he got lost. Normally he was pretty smart, but right now, as he looked at her, a confused expression crossed his face as he tried to figure out what exactly the pun had been. After only a moment or two the expression made his forehead ache, so he stopped, glancing at her again with a more blank expression than anything else.
Right now, she was starting to sound a bit like some rich girl. He didn’t mean this in any terrible sort of way, or at least not totally. Quite a few people were rich and slightly snobby, and some of them were even his friends quite a while ago. And he wasn’t about to hold being a rich girl against her, as it was nothing terrible. After all, he was pretty much rich himself now, not that he planned on bragging to the world about it. ”Just think of it as a camping trip,” he mused thoughtfully as he slowly made an attempt to stand up again. Blinking and rubbing his forehead, he looked down where there were about six of her and leaned blindly on Tengo, who instantly moved his lips over to Keith’s shirt, gluing himself onto his tee shirt. Snorting softly, he allowed Keith to lean on him as he began to speak again. ”Listen, I’m not about to hold anything against you for being rich. But it’s obvious that I’m not really rich. I’ve spent a lot of nights outside, Carter. Making fires, finding food and water…It’s all a piece of cake by now. And I wouldn’t be telling you this if I didn’t plan to do any of it. You said it yourself: we’re obviously not getting out of here tonight. But I’m sure Tengo knows where he’s going, as he found is. If we were to let him loose, he would run back to the barn, I’m nearly sure. I know you don’t want to spend the night here, so I’m offering you this. Actually, I would love it if you did this. Take Tengo and ride back to the barn and come get me in the morning. It would be that simple.”
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NOTES ; sorry it's so long...and it better post this time. D=
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