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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 12:17:38 GMT -5
*She linked confusedly for a second before turning back to her horse, combing but no longer humming.*
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 12:27:43 GMT -5
*Robbie continued with his work, keenly aware of his situation in life being pretty well the lowest rung in this household.
...at least he wasn't having to poach pheasants and sleep on the ground anymore, though.*
((...is Johanna going to start "Farm-boy"-ing him as they grow up?))
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Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 28, 2008 12:29:33 GMT -5
((She's going to be rather less bitchy than Buttercup had the tendency to be. In the book, anyhow. She always bugged me.))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:10:10 GMT -5
((Alright cool. Still, class can and will be an issue. And Robbie will be positively Darcyean in his self-controled silences.))
((Uh...time to grow up?))
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Post by Raoul de Chagny on Sept 28, 2008 13:12:13 GMT -5
((indeed.))
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Post by Johanna on Sept 28, 2008 13:16:28 GMT -5
((And bam, it's 17-year-old-Johanna!))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:33:22 GMT -5
((Homgar it's Kate Winslet ILU okay I'll go grab my Ryan Philippe.))
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Post by Johanna on Sept 28, 2008 13:34:20 GMT -5
((^_^))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:40:26 GMT -5
((...damnit that means I lose the cute ten year old. Ah, well. Also shitty MS Paint icons because whoo parents computer whoo.))
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Post by Johanna on Sept 28, 2008 13:41:58 GMT -5
((Send me a base pic and I can make one in PS7))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:43:13 GMT -5
***EIGHT YEARS LATER*** ((Robbie's...eighteen.))
*Robbie stood in a stall with a hoof pick, bent over the back foot of a docile chestnut mare. He hummed softly to himself in a low tenor, some song his mother used to sing to him when he'd been a baby.
A consistent supply of generally wholesome food had ensured the hardy boy's health, and he'd grown tall, his work making him strong, though he continued in his usual silence as he got on with his work, not hoping for much more from life. His clothing was rough, but strong quality for his work, and most of him was streaked with the sweat and grim of working in the dusty stables.*
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Post by Johanna on Sept 28, 2008 13:45:54 GMT -5
"Is she ready to be exercised yet?" *Came a soft, feminine voice from behind. Johanna stood at the door to the stall, clad in a navy-blue riding habit, pulling on a pair of smart black kid gloves.*
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:46:08 GMT -5
((Thanks, but this'll do for a placeholder icon until I can get back to my laptop in Ireland. I'm not picky.))
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Post by Robbie on Sept 28, 2008 13:50:31 GMT -5
"Of course, Miss," *he said quietly, finishing up and dropping the horse's foot and stepping to one side.* "Would you like me t'saddle 'er for ye?"
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Post by Johanna on Sept 28, 2008 13:53:12 GMT -5
"Yes," *She said.* "The brown sidesaddle."
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