|
|
Post by p.j. lee dawson on Jan 21, 2012 11:54:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Alright, this was P.J.'s first day at White Oak Riding Academy. He knew absolutely no one, and instead of trying to meet new people, he was practically hiding in Tag's stall. Usually P.J. could go over and meet new people. But this was a riding academy. The riders here were probably selfish and cold to the other riders. P.J. had seen that before at other academies. That's why he was always so out of place, it seemed like. He was the only person that refused to talk about people behind their backs and be just plain rude. P.J. was always different that way.
P.J. patted Tag's neck. The Hannoverian nudged him gently. These two had been together since P.J. began his riding career. This was probably the greatest horse he could ever have. He actually favored him over his other horses, that were still being brought over to the academy. His other horses weren't as great at Tag. He could never understand them as well as Tag.
P.J.'s stomach growled at him. He couldn't remember the last time he ate. He was getting too busy with unpacking and making sure Tag was all settled in the stables. He exited the stall, shoving his hands in his pockets. He walked slowly away from the stables. Outside, the sun was shining bright against P.J. Quickly he could feel his face burning. He would need to remember to get sunscreen for his easy-burning skin. He turned the corner, and immediately ran into another person. He bounced back, tripping over his own feet, and hit his back on the ground.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 21, 2012 13:59:48 GMT -5
h u r r y u p a n d s a v e m e  [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: 922e35; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #ffffff;] TAGGED: caden && pj
WORDS: 263, ew.
OUTFIT: t-shirt, shorts and converse.
NOTES: uh-oh.
|
[/style][/td][td] [atrb=border,0,true] Tobin walked slightly quicker than Caden. She was probably more excited for the tack cleaning party than the blond, who was lagging behind a few steps. Toby didn't care what she was doing in the barn, she just wanted to be in there. She was the one who suggested the day off be filled with cleaning, of course.
Hm, were they going to eat after and then ride, or vice versa? She depended on Caden for plans like that to be organized, since usually whatever other people did was wrong in Caden's eyes. "Hey, are we riding after lunch or before?" She said to the space in front of her, but it was obviously directed at Caden. She looked back, but continued walking forward. "I think befo-"
Oof. The pressure of something running into something/one knocked the wind completely out of her, and had her on her butt in the gravel. She could feel the little rocks digging into her thighs and hands, leaving small indents and scratches. Who thought it was cool to just keep knocking her over? This was the second time this week!
But once she regained her whole thought process, and breath, she sat up, taking Caden's hand to help her up. Toby brushed the dirt and rocks off of her backside and hands before wrapping them across her chest. She went to duck around the boy who had knocked her over, but Caden reached out to grab her arm. Uh-oh. Why couldn't they both just be on their way?
Toby inhaled deeply, waiting for someone to start yelling.
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Caden Penelope Taylor on Jan 21, 2012 16:10:24 GMT -5
i h a v e t o h a v e c o n t r o l  [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: #CD919E; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #ffffff;] TAGGED: caden && pj
WORDS: 252, ew.
OUTFIT: barn shirt, jean shorts and converse
NOTES: uh-oh.
|
[/style] [/td][td] [atrb=border,0,true] Tack cleaning wasn't the ideal plan for a Saturday afternoon, but Caden knew it had to be done. Plus, cleaning tack with someone else made it a lot more fun. However fun stuff like that could get.
She lagged behind the more enthused girl, not really trying to keep up. She listened to Tobin's question and was about to answer when a shaggy-haired boy turned the corner and slammed right into her friend. Caden jogged over to the girl's landing spot, glaring at the boy before helping Toby up. She had tons of small scratches on her hands and legs. Caden swiped some dirt off Toby's shoulder blade.
The brunette was about to just walk off without being apologized to? Caden grabbed her arm and pulled her back to stand beside her. The blond opened her mouth to start yelling at the boy for not paying attention, but closed it and smiled. "Excuse me? I think you have something to say to Toby." Caden scanned the rest of the boy over, shaggy hair, and lip piercings. Ew. Major ew. How was one supposed to take him seriously with a piece of metal through your mouth anyway? He looked like he belonged in Los Angeles, not at a barn.
"Did the band break up?" She retorted. He did look like he would be in one of those emo-punk-rock band things. Caden had never been interested in music much. She loved listening to it, but playing it or studying it never were very appealing.
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center][/quote] |
|
|
|
Post by p.j. lee dawson on Jan 21, 2012 17:13:35 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] P.J. quickly stood back up. He felt his face get hot, blood rushing to his face. He brushed off the dirt and rocks, then looked up at the brunette and blonde. The blonde looked a little angry, while the brunette didn't exactly have an expression on her face. His hands shook, and he began to get rather nervous. He felt bad for running into the girl. Though, he couldn't get the words, "I'm sorry," out of his mouth.
"Uh," P.J. said, sounding like an idiot. "Sorry." It was practically a whisper when he said it. He hoped the blonde wouldn't make him repeat it. He looked at them both. They were really pretty, but that had no effect on P.J.
The blonde made a remark to him about his look. That kind of set him off a little. He hated it when people just judged him on the way he looked. Yeah, if he wasn't riding right now he would be in a band, trying to make some music. But he wasn't, and he didn't need some blonde that he barely knew judging him about it. "What's it to you?" He sounded rude. That wasn't like him. But he wasn't going to let this girl walk right over him.
P.J. should have just walked away, then. But it was like he was glued to the ground. His legs were like jell-o, too. All he could do was just look at the two girls, and still feel sorry about knocking the other girl to the ground. "Um, I'm P.J.," he said, forgetting about his rude remark.
|
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Tobin Shae Kelly on Jan 21, 2012 23:34:26 GMT -5
h u r r y u p a n d s a v e m e [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: 922e35; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #ffffff;] TAGGED: caden && pj
WORDS: 263, ew.
OUTFIT: t-shirt, shorts and converse.
NOTES: uh-oh.
|
[/style][/td][td] [atrb=border,0,true] Whoa, no yelling. Sure, there was a rude remark in there, but that was better than splitting eardrums. By a longshot. Caden's band taunt made Tobin actually look at the boy, who yes, did seem like he belonged in a city, but if he could ride, who cares?
Once Caden had finished speaking Tobin started to walk past the guy again, but, for the second time, was pulled back by the blond. What else did she have to say? He had apologized, what else was left to discuss?
Toby wasn't going to help the boy up, she wasn't being rude, actually the thought of it didn't cross her mind. She wanted to leave to clean her tack. That was all. She stood silently as he introduced himself. Caden would introduce them both, she knew that. So she just stood, kicking the ground with her Converse and looking around. Maybe Caden would say something, and then just brush past him? Toby didn't know why she'd continue a conversation when it was obvious she didn't like the boy from the get-go.
But whatever.
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
|
|
|
Post by Caden Penelope Taylor on Jan 22, 2012 21:41:53 GMT -5
i h a v e t o h a v e c o n t r o l [style=width: 150px; height: 100px; background-color: #CD919E; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 8 8px; line-height: 100%; color: 000000; font-family: arial; center; padding: 10 10 10 10px; overflow: auto; border: 5px solid #ffffff;] TAGGED: caden && pj
WORDS: 252, ew.
OUTFIT: barn shirt, jean shorts and converse
NOTES: mebbeh he thinks tobin is rude.
|
[/style][/td][td] [atrb=border,0,true] Oh no she didn't. Caden grasped on to Tobin's arm as she tried to walk off again. This wasn't over. She nodded in acknowledgement at his apology, but stood her ground. She was actually surprised when he managed a slight retort.
She raised one eyebrow, trying to make him seriously consider his little backtalk. Oh, an introduction, this boy was just full of surprises. At least his name was relatively normal. It didn't have any types of food, or mystical creatures in, which was a good start.
"I'm Caden Taylor." She said matter-of-factly. "And this is Tobin Kelly." Caden gave a slight head nod over to Tobin, who was gazing all around. This was awkward for her, she didn't want to be there. Caden understood that. How could she not after spending almost 10 years with her?
"We ride hunters, equitation, and jumpers. And own the Warmbloods at the far end of the aisle. The ones you probably wish you had." She put a smile on her face to show that she was joking. Or half-joking, at least. Most people did want the horses she and Tobin could afford to purchase.
[/td][/tr][/table] [/center] |
|
