Tia
- In the Duggins -
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Post by Tia on Dec 29, 2006 1:55:31 GMT -5
Tia maintained the eye contact for a moment but looked away as she felt her cheeks flush. She returned her eyes to the road and continued to ride until they came upon the pond...
((Er...she's on a side saddle...I think she's gonna need help~ -_-; ;D))
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 8, 2007 23:59:59 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Jake ran the currying brush slowly along the shimmering flank of the chestnut stallion that wore a white star on his forehead and a single white ring around his left front fetlock. Somewhat ironically, he'd been named Bachelor.*
"What's in a name, though, boy?" *he said in a low murmur. He'd fallen into the habit of keeping a running patter of verbal nonsense when he worked with his horses--it calmed them, and him.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 11, 2007 14:12:07 GMT -5
*As the sun rose higher in the sky, Jake began to sweat as he turned to his work in cleaning stalls. He stopped only long enough to pull off his dusty button-down shirt, clap his weathered brown Stetson back on his head and go back to flinging fresh hay down with his pitchfork, hard, bronzed flesh marked here and there with pink and white scars shining in the harsh sunlight.*
((Come on! Are ya Sues or ain't ya?))
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Post by River on May 14, 2007 3:35:17 GMT -5
*With a shriek River fell from one of the beams on to a stack of hay. Her hair lay tangled in front of her face as she shook her fist at the beam.*
"Liou coe shway duh biao-tze huh hoe-tze duh bun ur-tze!"
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 14, 2007 13:42:45 GMT -5
*Jake reeled back a step as he turned at the sound and nearly drove his pitchfork into a woman who'd fallen from the roof, it seemed.*
"My God, ma'am! Are you alright?" *he tossed aside his pitchfork and offered a hand to help her to her feet.* "What in tarnation were you doing up there?"
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Post by River on May 15, 2007 4:22:34 GMT -5
*River picked some hay from her dress and looked up at Jake.*
"I was balancing. Thought it be quiet up there. A stupid pigeon made me slip."
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 15, 2007 11:16:05 GMT -5
"Balancin'?" Sure n' this one's UNbalanced...
*Jake scratched his head.*
"You sure you're alright?"
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Post by River on May 16, 2007 9:52:30 GMT -5
*River stretched her arms and nodded.*
"Had have worser falls then this. Fell off of a roof once, nearly broke my neck."
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Post by Jake Quinn on May 17, 2007 22:26:29 GMT -5
"Hmm. Hit your head, too, I'll bet. Hard?"
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Post by River on May 20, 2007 14:17:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, made me see the little birdies fly around my head. But that don't really matter, since it's all mush up hear anyhow."
*River pointed at her head and smiled.*
"So many bits and pieces it can't really break no more."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 7, 2007 12:49:14 GMT -5
***NEW DAY SANS CRAZY RIVER***
*Jake shovelled manure out of one of the stalls, humming flatly to himself.*
Never could carry a tune to save my life.
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 7, 2007 12:54:50 GMT -5
*Lizzie had wandered a long time it was just that her sueauthor was much to impatient to wait for actual help. She followed a familiar smell until she stumbled upon the stables. Her grin widened. She didn't have to see him to know who it was.*
"You still ain't got no pitch."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jun 7, 2007 13:02:30 GMT -5
*Jake straightened so rapidly his cracked his skull against a low beam, seeing blue-green stars for a moment.*
"What the hell-fire?"
*He was certain he'd imagined it until he turned and saw the tall blonde girl grinning at him.*
"'Lizbeth!"
*He dropped his shovel and picked her up in a bear hug, swinging her around as if she weight nothing, even as he was spackled with a mixture of sweat, dust, hay and manure.*
"What in tarnation...how...why..." *he set her down, his gaze narrowing.* "You shouldn't be here. Does Ma Betsy know you're come here? Pa sure doesn't--he'd've never let you set a toenail off that farm if he knew you was comin' here...and rightly, too. You shouldn't be here, Lizzie. It's dangerous. Although, hell, it was dangerous gettin' here, no doubt."
*He yanked lightly on one of her braids.*
"I'll take a strap to you, yet, kid. Eighteen or not."
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Post by Lizzie on Jun 7, 2007 13:36:28 GMT -5
"As if you could."
*Lizzie stuck her tongue out at him playfully.*
"And sure Ma knows that I'm not at home...where's the harm in taking a slight detour from the boarding school she shipped me to? Paris seems like much more fun than stuffy old London."
*She hugged him tightly.*
"And besides...now I got you. Everything will be right again."
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Post by Parisa on Jun 7, 2007 14:30:43 GMT -5
*As the sun rose higher in the sky, Jake began to sweat as he turned to his work in cleaning stalls. He stopped only long enough to pull off his dusty button-down shirt, clap his weathered brown Stetson back on his head and go back to flinging fresh hay down with his pitchfork, hard, bronzed flesh marked here and there with pink and white scars shining in the harsh sunlight.* ((Come on! Are ya Sues or ain't ya?)) ((I cannot BELIEVE I missed this.))
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