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Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 14, 2012 19:50:42 GMT -5
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Tobin Shae Kelly was not happy about the storms. At around nine o'clock she had been shooed out of the ring because of the lightning. Sure, maybe riding in a metal indoor ring wasn't the smartest thing in a thunderstorm, but how else was she supposed to exercise her three horses? She had given them days off yesterday, so today was a must. Nope, halfway through her ride with Kelso some older man came in with a disapproving look on his face, almost pulling her off the paint pony cross. To cool out, Tobin walked him up and down the barn aisle, and just hoped that would work. No sick ponies hopefully. A kiss goodbye and Tobin was heading toward the dorm. She changed up, grabbed her MacBook Pro, and wandered outside of her room, curious about what else the building held. She tiptoed toward a light at the end of the hallway and poked her head inside, looking around. Good. No one was there.
The girl plugged the computer into a wall outlet and rested it on the couch before walking over to a small mini-fridge. She grabbed a Dr. Pepper, and headed back to her laptop. She sat and put it on her lap, putting her legs up on the rest of the couch, her back leaning against the arm rest. Comfy. With a quick flick of her head her ponytail rest on her back, out of the way. The light of the now powered on computer was nearly blinding and Toby rapped on the brightness key a few times to turn it down.
Okay, ready to go.
Oh, hey! An email. Oh lord, from Caden. If the girl couldn't walk a few rooms over to tell her it must be pretty bad. Yep. A link to the 'People' magazine website, glorious. Toby's mouse pointer hovered over it before clicking it, waiting for the page to load.
The headline filled the screen. You know what rhymed with screen? Scream.
'Kelly Baby Scandal All A Lie?' Okay, that was fine as long as it wasn't about h- crap. She scanned it to see her name various times before thoroughly reading it:
Tobin Kelly doesn't cry, nor does she scream, or throw fits of any kind. But right now she was mad, this magazine was putting the blame on her, all because of some 'anonymous doctor'. Toby looked around, leaving the article on her screen. She took a sip of soda and set it on the coffee table behind her.
That wasn't a coffee table, that was a person. The closed bottle of soda clattered to the ground and Toby closed her laptop instinctively. How long had this person been here, and what did they see?
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Post by EVERETT TOBY COLLINS on Jan 14, 2012 23:14:44 GMT -5
[style=font-family:courier new; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 90%; color: #153E7E]your guard is up and i know why ;;
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he noticed the lights were partially on, the one near the pantry and refrigerator. he blinked a few times, then rose to his feet, striding to the fridge and opening it. his eyes flickered down the shelves until they landed on his favorite soda in the world, pineapple flavored. an overjoyed grin appeared on his face as he snatched it into his hand, closing the door quietly. he knew most people were trying to get some sleep. it took him a little while to get to bed and he often spent it in the common room or sneaking out to the barn. since the second option was pretty much impossible because of his fear, he was going to chill out in the commons for now.
he heard footsteps, and ev slid down into a chair, sinking into the room like a piece of furniture. she sat down in the chair slightly in front of him, and his curiosity got the best of him. he craned his neck to see what she was reading. he blinked a few times, surprised at the message. he wondered what it was all about. he was itching to ask about the whole story but unfortunately, that would be very intrusive and rude, so he decided not to. then, she placed her soda on his lap and he looked down at it as it rolled off of his legs and dropped onto the floor. he picked it up and gave her a cheerful friendly smile. "hi. i'm everett! just so you know, i'm not really a coffee table, but i'll hold your soda for you if you want me to." he said, flashing another bright smile that metaphorically lit up the room. [/style] | [/style] |
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Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 14, 2012 23:30:48 GMT -5
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WORDS: 269
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NOTES: she's talking!
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Toby turned completely around to see a boy sitting on the ground holding her soda in his lap. She tried to push herself away from the arm of the couch, and suddenly she found herself waving her arms frantically to keep from falling. Fail. Toby landed stomach first on the carpeted floor, luckily her MacBook had managed to land on the couch, but still. That hurt! This boy had surprised her!
This boy. She recognized him from somewhere, and it was probably an old school. Or around town? She didn't know.
He introduced himself as Everett, and did so very ecstatically. "I've got it." She half-grumbled, half-muttered, and took the soda. Toby stretched her arms forward and pulled her knees under her before standing up and sitting back down on the couch. She wanted to ignore him, and go back to that important thing she was doing before. What was the doing before? Oh yeah, reading trash mags. Lovely. Well then, go back to what she should've been doing before, her horse anatomy research. She opened her laptop, closed the embarrassing tab and opened another, quickly searching 'horse anatomy'.
But she could still feel his presence behind her, his eyes still lingering on her and her work. Normally she could ignore it, but this felt different. It felt as if she was being rude, or something.
"I'm Toby." There. Simple, and to the point. But that was no way to keep a conversation. "How are you Everett?" Wow, Tobin Shae Kelly just spoke four words that weren't about horses or school. This conversation should be like, recorded or something.
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Post by EVERETT TOBY COLLINS on Jan 16, 2012 18:27:54 GMT -5
[style=font-family:courier new; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 90%; color: #153E7E]your guard is up and i know why ;;
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an introduction! his favorite sentence. "toby?! that's my middle name! cool!" he said energetically, but quietly. he learned that being loud at nine thirty at night was not a very good idea. but then his grin faded into confusion, then familiarity. he knew her from somewhere. "toby...?" he repeated again in a more questioning tone, blinking once as he tried to remember where she was from. "toby. err.. i might know you. not being creepy, i hope, but i think i know you from somewhere. and not here, either." he muttered quietly, tilting his head slightly. "did you ever live in san fransisco or something? i.. i went to alterwood academy for boys there, maybe we were neighbors... eh, whatever. probably just de-ja-vu or something." he said, his voice softening at the sound of his previous school. no. alterwood wasn't going to ruin him again.
ooh, more words. she asked how he was doing. "still trying to get over the thunder and everything, but otherwise, fine." he said, his voice cracking as another thunderclap rattled the boy's mind. "how about you, new friend?" he said cheerfully, poking her nose. he could tell she wasn't like him. but he would make her laugh, or try to. it was that involuntary goal that he had to make someone laugh or he wasn't fulfilled. [/style] | [/style] |
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Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 16, 2012 19:20:09 GMT -5
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WORDS: 460
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Hm, so his middle name was Toby. "My real name is Tobin. But I like Toby better." She said with her back to the boy, still keeping her eye on the 3D anatomical structure she's found online. Every once and a while she'd drag her mouse arrow across it so it rotated, then write notes in her notebook beside her.
Tobin turned around when he said her name with a questioning tone. Alterwood? Wasn't that right down the road from the Pennington School for Girls? It was! She couldn't remember if Alterwood had a riding team, or if she remembered ever competing against this kid, but was drawing a blank. "I went to Pennington. I rode for their advanced team." She had probably seen him when she was on the campus competing or something.
Toby scrunched her face up to resemble a pig as he tapped her nose playfully. She kept a serious look on her face, and replied with a, "Fine. Reading rumors about me." Tobin realized how selfish that sounded, and was about to correct herself, but abandoned the thought. Everett probably wouldn't even realize it. He was too focused on glitter, and talking. A lot. Talking really wasn't Tobin's forte, and usually annoyed her. Talk was what airy and undetermined people did, right? People who couldn't focus. People who didn't want to win.
But something about this boy was different. She liked the sound of his voice, and she had a feeling she would be hearing it a lot in the next few minutes. Toby sat normally on the couch, putting her laptop beside her and closing the top. She folded her feet in until she sat cross legged, mocking him in a more polite way. Not to make fun of him, she wouldn't do that.
Toby looked down on the ground beside her where Everett sat and looked at him expectantly, hoping she would be able to get him to keep talking without her having to say something. Maybe gush his life story, or tell her about his horses, or just talk about.. anything. She was ready to listen, and maybe this kid could get some things out of her she'd never told anyone, even Caden.
He just seemed like the type of boy who could do that.
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Post by EVERETT TOBY COLLINS on Jan 16, 2012 20:39:30 GMT -5
[style=font-family:courier new; font-size: 22px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 90%; color: #153E7E]your guard is up and i know why ;;
| [atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] everett smiled, committing her full name to memory. tobin. out of the corner of his eye he saw the anatomy of a horse, but let his eyesight focus away from it, not wanting to seem nosy. pennington! he remembered a dance crew from there competing against his own. sadly his team lost, but it only barely slighted his confidence as he knew his dancing was great. the girls were only better. that was fine with him. "i didn't pick riding at alterwood. joined dance club instead, and r&b vocal club." he said, shrugging slightly. "i visited pennington a few times." he said, a rather absentminded sentence just to get rid of the silence.
for some reason, he started babbling about his experience at his previous school. bullying, the dilemma with his brother, moving... "alterwood was fine for me. dance was great. it was my favorite thing in the world. but, well, people only liked me because i could dance. so i stopped because i felt like it wasn't doing anything good for me anyway. they ignored me."
his expression seemed to become more and more distant as he spoke.
"they started bullying me. i couldn't tell anyone, but sooner or later my brother found out. and.. well.. he told my mom, and we just moved. so now i'm here."
it took him thirty or forty seconds after he explained everything to gather his thoughts. he hated talking about it, but for some reason he slipped it out. of course he didn't mean to.
"too much information." he muttered quietly and placed a hand on the back of his neck, his cheeks turning rosy pink, glad that the light was low so she couldn't see it. he swallowed a bit and then looked back up at her, a cheerful but nervous smile on his lips. "but uh, anyway, you're around caden a lot, right? she scares me, to be honest.." he said, changing the subject quickly. [/style] | [/style] |
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Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 16, 2012 21:21:30 GMT -5
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WORDS: 514
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NOTES: y'know he wants M&Ms and popcorn.
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Tobin's expression could be described as puzzled. Dance club? Sounded cool. Tobin was too uptight to let any emotions show through any form of art. Her feelings were to be kept to herself, not shared indirectly. She nodded, the word 'cool' forming on her lips, but never escaping. Hopefully he wouldn't think she was being rude, she did think it was cool. She just didn't have much to share on the subject.
He quit something he loved so people would like him for who he was? That was sad, and although Toby could usually relate to stories like that, she found it difficult to relate to this one. She'd never had to give up her one passion, riding. And she never would. It defined who she was, and if that made her more likeable, or more easy to hate, so be it.
"You should start back up again." The words left her mouth without any thought, the closest thing you would get to a ramble for Tobin. She was glad that he didn't have anything to say on the whole 'rumors' matter. She didn't like talking about herself, or her family. And she had plenty of reasons not to.
"You're fine, really." She said after he apologized. "And yeah. She scares a lot of people." Was it the threats or the money that had everyone mortified of her presence here at White Oak? She could either buy or blackmail her way to the top, and neither would be the most fun to anyone else. Of course Caden didn't scare Toby. She wasn't scared or intimidated easily, that was for sure. Plus anything used to blackmail Toby was already out in public.
She took a sip of Dr. Pepper and set it in between the cushions of the couch. Toby stood up and wandered over to the kitchen portion of the lounge, opening a few of the pantry doors. Finally she found what she was looking for and pulled a package out of the box, unwrapped it, and threw it in the microwave. Popcorn. Her favorite snack. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were healthy food junkies, and 'snacks' usually consisted of carrots and ranch. Yes, they kept her at an even 95lbs, but they weren't good.
Popcorn was though. She sat on top of the counter waiting for the popping sounds to stop. When they did she took the bag out of the microwave and opened it. As she was heading back to the couch, she spotted a brown package out of the corner of her eye. Was that what she thought it was? M&Ms. Yep. Candy was a rarity at the Taylor house, that was for sure. She grabbed those, opened them and sprinkled the candies on top of the popcorn. Yum.
She sat down closer to the arm of the couch now, and held the bag out, offering some to Everett. Her navy blue converse were tucked under her and her left elbow on the arm of the couch. It felt homey in this room.
Was it the room, or the people in it?
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