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Post by xalycat on Jul 29, 2012 8:52:02 GMT -8
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[atrb=width,400] closer to heaven, and closer to you Damian brushed off his pants before he got into his car, hoping that he could keep his car at least a little clean for a day or two. He knew that working around horses everyday made keeping his car clean nearly impossible. He'd have to wash it at least twice a week to keep it decent looking, and he'd give up on keeping it clean eventually. He got in the car and picked up his Blackberry, hoping that someone from back home had tried to contact him. The screen lit up and Damian frowned, not even knowing why he even bothered to hope for things like that. He'd been living here for a week or two now, and no one had tried to reach him, not even his parents. It was almost like he was a lost soul back home. Whatever. I don't need you people anyway." He put his phone back in the cup holder, and turned his car on flinging it in reverse. He turned around and drove off, being careful not to leave a dust trail flinging around behind him wildly.
The drive to the mall was a bit long, but Damian didn't mind. It was nice to just have his mix of music in the background, and an atmosphere where he had time to think to himself and not be distracted by anyone else. He did a lot of thinking of the world back home, how welcome he had felt at home, but the minute he leaves they drop him like he's a dead fly. It made no sense to Damian at all, but he didn't feel like pondering on it for too long. The wind from driving felt good on his tanned skin, and it threw an urge at him to take a trip to the lake. Damian decided heavily to avoid the lake. It was the weekend, so there was no doubt that it would be busy, therefore Damian decided on the mall instead.
He pulled up to the mall and found the first parking spot that he could grab. It wasn't as busy as he assumed that it would be, but that was only from the outside. He walked inside and an Auntie Anne's kiosk caught his eye. His stomach growled ridiculously loud reminding him of how hungry he was. A snack might be good for me. It'll take the edge off for a bit. He waited in line and ordered a classic salted pretzel with the hot cheese on the side. He paid and looked around, scanning for a bench that wasn't occupied with people. He spotted one and hastily made his way to the bench, hoping that he would have this bench to himself for the majority of his time here. The pretzel was freshly baked and it was hot. It was like heaven on Damian's tongue, and he couldn't help, but savor the amazing flavor. He quietly thought to himself how nice it would be to meet someone in this town, and make some friends. After all, he was here to stay for a while, he'd have to make friends sooner or later, and maybe sometime down the line find himself an amazing girl that would take a relationship seriously. tag: catarina taylor word count: 550 outfit: [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set STAFF POSITIONS id=54662551]Here |
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Post by Catarina Taylor on Aug 1, 2012 17:19:49 GMT -8
The mall had not been Cat's idea. It would never have even crossed her mind to visit the place, though she had known Victoria had one. If Rafe hadn't ordered her to do something non-horse or school related she would be oiling her new saddle right now. Cat sighed heavily at the thought; she loved the smell of newly oiled leather. But she had resigned herself a long time ago that if Rafe wanted something he got it, and what he wanted at the moment was for Cat to have a social life. Or, at least, an attempt at one. And despite having an entire country between them, she still hadn't figured out how to say no to him.
So instead of taking impeccable care of her new tack she was wandering around Mayfair Mall with only a new pair of ballet flats to show for it. She had been there for nearly an hour, and the florescent lighting was starting to give her a headache, but she had to talk to at least one person or Rafe would kill her. How he would manage it was yet to be determined, but she had no doubts that he would succeed.
After a few more minutes of aimless wandering, and trying not to look like she was stalking someone, Cat's nose picked up the aroma of freshly baked pretzel. It only took a moment to follow her nose to the vendor, and when she saw it was Auntie Anne's she nearly ran the rest of the way. The only other time she had tasted the delicious soft pretzels was at the airport when she was waiting for the shuttle bus, and she had been craving them ever since.
Her impatience was rewarded with a large salted pretzel and an order of buttery pretzel sticks. Though the sticks were gone practically before she had finished paying, Cat wanted to savor her pretzel. After scanning the benches she chose the one with the least amount of people. "They don't have this brand of magic in Mexico," She waved the half-eaten pretzel at the bench's other occupant, "so I have to indulge myself while I'm here." Leaning in a little closer she inhaled through her nose. Was that horse she smelled on this manSTAFF POSITIONS "Hey, you don't happen to go to Hollow Aspen, do youSTAFF POSITIONS " It would explain the cowboy boots and faded jeans. It would also placate Rafe for at least a week, if she told him she had 'made friends' with someone from school.
NOTES Ahh, shes so strange <3 also, sorry this took so long. my life is insanity.
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Post by xalycat on Aug 3, 2012 8:28:40 GMT -8
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[atrb=width,400] closer to heaven, and closer to you The aroma from the pretzel aroused Damian's sense of smell, the heavenly fumes invading his nose. It brought a quiet smile to his face, and caused his taste buds to tingle with absolute delight. He took another bite of the soft pretzel, chewing slowly making sure to savor the taste. He looked up and focused his ocean blue eyes on a pretty girl who was ordering from Auntie Anne's. He watched her with innocent interest, keeping his eyes on her. The sounds of laughter and people talking swarmed all around Damian, but this one girl seemed to blur his surroundings out. "Oh shit, is she walking over hereSTAFF POSITIONS " Damian lingered on the thought for a few seconds before coming to the realization that yes she was walking over to him. He assumed that she would blatantly walk by and not even acknowledge him, but he assumed very wrong. She sat down on the bench right next to him. She smelled of a sweet perfume, a smell that he had never experienced before. It was delicious and it intrigued him. He felt the urge to lean over and smell her, and inhale her deliciousness, but he knew that would not only be odd, but it might not be the best decision he's ever made. He took another flavor bursting bite of his pretzel and chewed, turning toward the girl as she spoke. Butterflies developed in his stomach, causing a nauseating feeling with a mix of delight. Damian had no idea why he was so anxious that she was talking to him, why it affected him so much. He had talked to many girls before, and only one other had made him feel this way. He enjoyed the butterfly feeling, almost as much as he disliked it. He pursed his lips as she spoke of Mexico, not knowing how to respond. He had to admit that he was never the first to start a conversation, he never knew how to. Her mention of Mexico brought him back home, to a place which he had thrown very far back in his head. It had been a quiet summer evening, and he was out working Harley in the arena. Harley had been having an off day, disobeying and what not. Damian asked him for a simple and quiet canter, which Harley disapproved of and he expressed it with enthusiasm. He took off at a full bolt, and started bucking, throwing his body this and that way. Damian came off with no problem, landing on the ground with a very hard thud. Before Kaitlin and him had became good friends, they had been enemies and unfortunately, she had watched the entire thing. "Damn, Damian, you should send that horse back to Mexico where he belongs. He's freaking psycho." All Damian could remember was cursing her in his head, and looking over at Harley who sat there looking at him with the most innocent look on his face. It was a look that Damian could never get out of his head, a look that troubled him to this very day. Oh. He longed to look at that innocent face again. The sweet girl's voice next to him snapped him out of his flash back. All he caught was the words Hollow Aspen. He quickly assumed that she had asked if he went there, since he was aware that he reeked of horses and manure. He nodded slightly and decided he'd give it a shot and talk to her. "Yeah, I do. I'm new, just got accepted." He put a beaming smile on, his white teeth glittering in the poor lighting of the mall. "Have yet to get myself a horse yet, I'm waiting for word on a stallion." He chucked another smile at her, and then sat there his head swimming with thoughts. He didn't know what to ask her next without sounding like a complete d-bag. "Um... do you go there as wellSTAFF POSITIONS " Oh. Yeah. That was a great question Damian, good going. Damian quietly scolded himself knowing that he could have came up with a much more interesting question to keep this conversation going, but he had gone and screwed it up. He silently wished that she'd be able to recover from his giant let down. tag: catarina taylor word count: 712 outfit: [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set STAFF POSITIONS id=54662551]Here |
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