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Post by Melanie Black on Jul 16, 2009 13:48:54 GMT -6
...Amy Cameron...
…I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain…
The day had been long, too long! The female groaned as she stretched her slim body. Stepping into the girl’s dorm she easily slipped into her room. Eyes glanced to see the cozy yet cuddly side of Skylar William’s room. She smiled gently but soon took a deep breath. She was heading out today, no chance that you could let her stay in this facility for another minute. She opened her closet and found a pair of short shorts, a white tank top with a lazy top over it, the contrast of white and lavender being slim. Finding a new set of underwear as well she headed for the showers and felt how the water cooled of her skin. Ah, this was really great. She went out quite fast, checking the timer and noticed that she still had timed to fetch the buss, good. Amy Cameron smiled to herself as she put on some natural makeup, fetching her blue eyes even more eye catching. She put her hair up after drying it up with the towel. Easily putting on her clothes she slipped on some easy high heels, got her bag and went out. The bus arrived just as she got at the parking lot, eyes glanced around but she went inside of it without hesitating.
Paying for her ticket to the town she sat down and released a sigh. This would be heaven, taking a drink, maybe finding some tack for Capricornia. She needed some more natural medication for the mare and stallion as well. She smiled to herself, those two would love to just lash out in a high stretch long run, at least Capricornia would, and with her long legs outstretched she could be an incredible racer. Checking her cell phone she noticed a text from her grandfather. ”Don’t forget to give Capricornia extra training now that the competitions is arriving.” She sighed, she knew that already, but it was hard when she wasn’t even allowed to ride her own horse. I’ll just have to do some secret training then. The bus stopped by the mall and she stepped out. I wonder what Luke is doing. Haven’t seen him since he asked me to err…take a cup of tea. She felt like blushing when she thought about the last time they had been together. Taking her hair out of its position she let it flow with ease and walked inside the large mall.
Amy rarely found what she was searching for, but the bistro was eye catching so no wonder she found it quite quickly. The female smiled to herself, sat down and released a soft sigh, ordering a cup of chamomile tea she looked out, wondering what people actually was doing. But she could never know, or could she?
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Post by Luke Peters on Jul 16, 2009 15:07:02 GMT -6
Luke Peters ! [/font][/color] i'm a cowboy, on a steel horse i ride[/right] The mall smelled like fabric and candles, a quite unappealing smell to Luke’s masculine nose. The hallways held a distinct odor of edible substances too, especially when one ventured closer to the food court. Luke really wasn’t here for a particular reason, more or less because he had nothing better to do. Okay, it wasn’t like this was a hot-spot for him; he didn’t come here on a regular basis at all. In fact, the reason why he was wandering around a stuffy, smelly mall quite escaped him, but he was here, so he might as well make the most of it. Wrinkling up his nose, he stuffed his hands into his pockets, and kept his head down. The last thing he needed was to be caught looking at a beautifully patterned dress by one of his guy friends, that would be hard to explain.
‘It just caught my eye!’ Luke would surely cry out, gesticulating wildly as he tried to explain the reason his eyes were locked to the fabric. In fact, in lieu of his imagination, he glanced around nervously to make sure no one was around. Actually, he was slightly disappointed when he didn’t see anyone he knew. Well after all, the Academy was pretty exclusive, so it wasn’t like everyone in the area ended up going there. Truthfully, he was only looking for one person, really, and that person just happened to be Amy.
Luke didn’t want to come off as being the obsessed boy who flipped out over every girl he liked, but he still couldn’t help but keep Amy from his thoughts. After all, that little run-in at the lake had given him hope for the future of their relationship. And he’d never exactly taken her out for that cup of tea he promised. Luke sighed gently, pausing to glance at a well-dressed mannequin in the window of Hugo Boss. Did he have that charm? The mannequin looked so… confident, like nothing could ever faze him.
“Jealous.” Luke mumbled out of the corner of his mouth. Truth be told, although it didn’t really seem like it, Luke was pretty insecure about his own image and how other people perceived him. ‘The best thing to be is yourself,’ Luke thought wholly, continuing his jaunt through the mall. True that, Luke, true that.
On a whim, Luke decided to duck into the bistro and get a drink. He doubted the likelihood, but maybe the bartender would let him get a beer without carding him. He could really go for one right now. With a smile, he stepped in and surveyed the atmosphere. It was a nice looking place, one that had the air of being expensive. Really though, if you threw the word ‘bistro’ onto the sign at McDonald’s, people would assume that it was a nice place too. Not to say Amble’s wasn’t, because it was. Luke didn’t visit often because of the prices, but it was okay for a quick drink. The waiter came to attend to him just as he spotted Amy at a table. His heart quickened a little, and he made his apologies to the waiter as he trotted over to where Amy was.
“Hey,” he said quietly, beaming at her from where he had approached the table. “I see you’ve already beat me to the tea part, can I at least buy it for you?”
He wouldn’t sit down unless invited to of course, so for now, he stood, awaiting her response to his offer.
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Post by Jacob C. Quinto on Jul 17, 2009 6:11:33 GMT -6
The arcade, a place that many others would think Quin would haunt. However, video games were a way for Quin to vent out his frustrations. It was the perfect opportunity to release stress, and a good game of childish violence would do the trick. It didn't take very long to find a suitable game. The game he went on happened to be House of the Living Dead which was a first person shooter game that allows two people to play as a team if they liked. Well Quin had worked on so many of the dang Arcade machines, they were like second nature to him. He pressed the trigger and watched a few zombies go down.
"Die again you brainless oaf!"
Quin growled at the screen as his finger went trigger happy. His body swayed with the screen as he focused more into it. He was going for the high score. He moved left and then right, keeping up with the screen like he was in the game. Then a giant zombie came out of no where. He stepped back as the zombie took a bit out of his guy. Taking the gun, he fired what he had left but it wasn't enough to save him. He tossed the controller down and stepped back.
The junior sighed. It seemed like this wasn't going to work very well. Distinctively he placed the controller back in its original and rightful place, heading out the arcade with his hands in his pockets. Maybe a drink would do it...
The bistro was not very far from the dim-lighted arcade, and Quin easily found his way there, Stepping into yet another dimly lit room, Quin pulled out a forged card. It was illegal, of course, that the immature teen knew, but hey, why waste a perfectly good forged item? If he was arrested for it, it wouldn't be first. There were those times in middle school... and grade school... and of course there was that driving issue when he was fifteen...
He grabbed a shot of light honey vodka and sat down, taking a sip of the not-so-strong alcohol. He was pretty much underage, but hey. Whatever. He glanced around the bistro, leaning back against the bar.
Two people caught his eye. They seemed deadly familiar, yet Quin couldn't put his finger on it. Pondering over the issue, he slowly dragged himself over there ever so casually, sipping another bit of his drink. Then he realized it. They were from the school... and he had seen them before.
Inching in beside the couple, he raised his palm as a faint, not so welcoming 'hello', offering his famous one-sided smirk. "I never knew they let high school students here." Quin said to them, being the tease he is, with a joke playing in his head. Unless of course, they had seen him in the school before which, sadly, they might've. |
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Post by Melanie Black on Jul 19, 2009 12:20:47 GMT -6
...Amy Cameron...
…I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain…
Her vision became blurry, her thoughts danced to a memory far, far away. It was when she was only ten; her mother had died two months before her birthday. Capricornia was still not accepting her as a friend; the female was getting frustrated by the large beauties retreat. She didn’t get it, why couldn’t the mare accept her? She had tried so hard, but she couldn’t give up, she couldn’t disappoint her mother. Every day the young female worked with the large horse, every day, she failed miserably. Capricornia got agitated and nervous more sharply and soon enough, Amy had done the most wrong thing, she tried to ride the horse. In panic the horse went straight forth and kicked up like the rodeo horse she had been hit to be. She bucked and kicked until she finally got Amy off. The young girl hit her head and watched how closely the large hooves of the four year old Warmblood and Percheron mare came. But there was a change, her ears were pinned but she was worried and insecure, rearing above Amy’s small frame the horse halted. A hoof on each side of the girl’s head, the horse snorted and suddenly tossed her head, she trotted away, halting at the end of the ring and suddenly, Amy could almost feel how they could finally start working.
After that incident they had gotten better together, in fact they were great. The mare could be ridden by others, if Amy told them in detail how important the different facts were stated. The mare was really sensitive, in fact, both her horses were and it suited Amy’s soft style of riding. She sighed and took a zip of her chamomile tea and looked out of the bistro. Of course, she knew the bistro didn’t really open up to underage teens but hearing her talk of a cup of tea and a flick of her hair, the waiter was done and here she was, drinking her tea, alone. Well, that was until she heard a familiar voice. She jumped lightly surprised to hear someone talking to her. But the deep tone and the words made her calm down, piercing blue eyes smiled with her lips and she turned looking straight at Luke. She was surprised to see him of course, but it didn’t matter, she was just happy that he was here, with her. ”Hey there ‘cowboy’.” She grinned softly and pointed at her lips thinking for a minute if she would accept his offer or not, but then again, they had never gotten to that cup of tea right?
”Sure, want to sit as well? You don’t look so comfortable standing. But what brings you…” She wasn’t able to even state more words when an unfamiliar guy came, well until she could see him clearly. It was Quin, they had math together, probably some more classes as well. Oh great, not anyone else to interrupt. Hearing his teasing words however the young sixteen year old took a zip of her tea, sat it down almost dramatically slow and looked at him with a soft look. ”Oh? Really, so tell me Quin. When did they start serving underage teen’s honey-vodka?” Her words were melting off her tongue as she spoke calmly but not loud so others would hear. In fact, the bistro was quite full and people talking, but that was almost like a café. The female let her finger move behind her ear before she could finally speak more, she didn’t feel like she needed to calm herself down, she was just sick of people either interrupting her or just being incredibly rude, like their principal/owner lady. God she hated that woman. ”So what is a guy like you even doing in a bistro? I thought you had some punishment homework for skipping?” Her eyebrow went up in a “curious” yet ironic look. She never mocked people, just stated some natural facts and some playful statements, that was all, or was it?
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Post by Luke Peters on Jul 27, 2009 8:26:26 GMT -6
The situation had turned very awkward very fast.
It had started out okay – more than okay actually, for Amy accepting his offer had been the highlight of his day. Once the other guy arrived however, Luke’s mood had deteriorated quickly. He actually had to catch himself from rolling his eyes. Well, that ruined that! Luke didn’t exactly have a right to be miffed, since it wasn’t like Amy and him were on a date or anything, but he still was. He wasn’t really thinking rationally anyway, more like: ‘well if it was me…’ But it wasn’t him, and that was the point. With a short little exhale, he sat down in the chair and crossed his arms, his smile taut. Still, he wouldn’t be rude -- that is, unless the situation became desperate.
As Amy and this newcomer -- Quin, Luke thought he heard – spoke to one another, Luke pursed his lips and thought of something appropriate to say. Really, all he wanted to tell this guy was to shove off, but that would be exponentially uncouth, and hadn’t we just reviewed this? Instead, he waited until their conversation died down before turning to face Quin with a small little smile.
“Hi there, Quin, is it? M’name’s Luke, I’m Amy’s…” he paused for a moment, biting his tongue.
“friend. Pleased ta meet’cha.”
He extended his hand there, although his arm was not as relaxed as it would normally have been. Not really following the ‘friendly, relaxed’ demeanor today, are ya, Luke?
It was a popular misconception that Luke did not have a rude side. True, for the most part it was hidden beneath his soft, kind outer layer, but it did occasionally peak out. Luke tried his hardest not to be mean, for rarely would that get you anywhere, but sometimes he just could not push it back down. Sometimes he just had to let his discourtesy rear its ugly head.
When Luke was fourteen, he’d gotten his fist job as a bag-boy. His parents figured that it would teach him to be responsible, although Luke was already quite so. He’d worked with a couple of other boys his age, and so often they’d take their breaks together, sitting outside on the pavement and watching the cars drive by. Mostly the boys were innocent during their time off, but of course, this story needs a climax, right? One day an older boy came into the workforce, sixteen or seventeen, and began to sit with the rest of the group. Instead of sitting in companionable silence with them, this guy caused havoc: wolf-whistling at the more attractive female customers, smoking and throwing the butts at passing cars, and making rude remarks in general. Eventually, Luke decided that he could not stand the kid, and told him off. He’d got fired for fighting, but at least he’d made an impact. (In more than one way, too, the boy had gotten a black eye.)
Luke was not about to punch this ‘Quin’ fellow, and he was not about to let his temper flare just yet, but still, this guy didn’t sit well with him.
He’d just have to see how it would play out.
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