Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 22, 2008 19:39:43 GMT -5
*At dawn, following an night's uneasy rest, Robbie had risen and partaken of a simple breakfast before he asked the way to the stables and was shown where to go. He reported to the master there, and was soon mucking out stalls with single-minded purpose. Now that the worry about bed and board was taken care of, this new work did well to occupy his time.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 11:02:20 GMT -5
*That afternoon, with her school lessons over for the day, Johanna made her way to the stables to wait for her riding master to arrive. He was expected in half an hour or so but she figured she'd give her pony, Miranda, a grooming so that they could get straight to riding as soon as the master arrived.*
*She hummed a little as she searched around in the tack room for a currycomb.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 11:14:12 GMT -5
*Robbie was a little surprised to see the girl messing about in an area normally populated with filthy men and boys of a lower class. He hid it well, though, behind his usual solemnity, not even pausing in his work as he spoke to her.*
"Can I 'elp ye, Miss?"
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 11:24:12 GMT -5
*She turned, not noticing his surprise through his demeanor and her own quest for a comb.*
"D'you know where a curry comb might be?"
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 11:28:18 GMT -5
``In th`box, Miss. Black one on top o`th`shelf...``
*He found a stool and stood on it to retrieve the box for her, though he was only a few inches taller than she was.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 11:29:07 GMT -5
*She smiled and waited patiently for him to get the box down.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 11:36:53 GMT -5
(...okay...Shift+2 now = " and Shift+6 = ?... how do I fix this, guys?)
*He got the brush and handed it to her, though he frowned with confusion.*
"What d`ye be wantin`with it, Miss?"
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 11:38:09 GMT -5
"Well I want to groom my pony." *She said simply, taking it.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 11:40:25 GMT -5
"Oh."
*Robbie replaced the box and went back to work. Her explanation hadn`t helped his confusion, but she had spoken with such plain authority that it struck him just then that he had no right to ask such things.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 11:45:34 GMT -5
*She began humming again and went to Miranda's stall. The pony was a pretty bay-colored Welsh, the perfect size for a nine-year-old girl. Johanna smiled at the creature.*
"Good morning, Miranda!" *She said, before continuing her humming and feeding the pony a sugar cube. She entered the stall and began currycombing in little clockwise circles, stroking the pony's mane all the while. It was obvious she knew what she was doing and had done it before, from the equal assuredness of the girl's movements and the pleasure the horse appeared to be deriving from it.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 11:51:50 GMT -5
*Robbie ducked his head as the riding master entered, shovelling with all his strength.*
"Can`t you go any faster, boy?" *the man snapped in French, wrinkling his nose. Robbie stared at him balefully, saying nothing and not understanding.* "A simpleton," *he concluded derisively.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 12:01:45 GMT -5
*Johanna coughed not-so-quietly to alert the man to her presence, turning to face in that direction.*
"I would request you not berate others in my presence."
*There was a look on her young face of the kind of authority that could only be acquired by birth and breeding, the kind of authority that made a nine-year-old girl comfortable with chastising a full-grown man who spent his days doing physical labor.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 12:05:12 GMT -5
"Yes, Miss," *said the man contritely, though he shot Robbie a disgusted look that made the boy shudder inwardly as he scurried back into the empty stall to finish clearing it out.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 12:07:58 GMT -5
*She poked her head over the stall divider and looked apologetically at Robbie. She'd never liked this particular stablemaster, but her position as the young lady of the house had nothing to do with who worked where.*
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Robbie
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 12:13:20 GMT -5
((...damnation the computer downstairs ate my post and then I had to abandon it.))
*Robbie looked up, feeling he was being watched, and found Johanna's eyes on him. He coloured with shame, turning back to his filthy work.*
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