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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 8, 2009 1:57:05 GMT -5
 PRETTY AS A PICTUREThe girl, well, young woman, really, made her way across campus. She was a beauty, somewhere in middling height and with gorgeous blond hair and a pretty figure. Most would have described her as a beauty, even upon first glance. She was one of those people who, at least to other decent folk, only seemed to get prettier the more you got to know her. Her naturally sweet nature endeared her to nearly everyone she met, and most guys thought her shyness was becoming. She wore her personality well, in a manner of speaking. Despite being shy, she wore her heart on her sleeve without guilt. She was an open book She wasn't afraid to let what she was thinking or feeling be written on her face. If she was sad, she cried, no matter who was there, and if she was happy, she laughed, again no matter who was there. That was just the way she was, and, in a world where everyone was full of dark corners and unhappy secrets, who kept everything as close to their chest as they possibly could, open, sweet Macy was a relief. You didn't have to pick through her words to figure out what she meant; she just said it. She was refreshing to most people; there was a reason she was loved by all who met her.
Most viewed her as a little sister of a sort. Guys initially saw her as a beauty to have in bed, but she was just too sweet and innocent and naive for that image to last long. And today, she was especially endearing because she looked terrified. It made you just want to pull her close and tell her you would protect her from anything and everything. You didn't have to look at her long to know that she was fearful. It's always apparent when someone wears their heart on their sleeve. She was nibbling slightly on her lip and casting unsurely about her with uncertain blue eyes. It was her first day here at the U of U. She had just recently made it into Utah, and now she was trying to acquaint herself with the university, so that hopefully she didn't get lost and end up late for class her first day. That would certainly be a great first impression.
Her slow uncertain steps finally brought her to the gazebo. It was smack dab in the middle of everything, all the hustle and bustle of the campus. It was peace in the midst of chaos like an anchor in the times of stormy weather. Macy loved it right off the bat and she was sure she would be spending a lot of time here. As she made her way to the gazebo, her steps became less uncertain. She had a set destination in mind, now. It made her feel better, safer. She stepped reverently inside it, as if it were a church or something. She ran her hands up and down the pillars,caressing them, almost, like she was greeting a long lost friend or something. In truth, she was just getting acquainted with the place. Macy had a habit of doing things like this; that is to say, acquainting herself with inanimate objects, as if they would recognize her and greet her when they saw her coming from a distance, the way her horses did. After a time, she settled herself on one of the benches, quietly, peacefully, with a certain grace that most said was "Macy grace" because it was her's and her's alone. She drew in a breath as she tipped her head back and examined the rather cobwebbed ceiling. This didn't last long though before her eyes were fluttering closed, and her thoughts led her back home. She couldn't help but wonder, with a longing akin to homesickness, what everyone was doing. It made her a little sad, to think that they were doing things without her, and that soon, she too would be doing things without them. Macy disliked change of any sort, but this one was particularly overpowering, and she found herself crumbling beneath the weight. She leaned forward and covered her face with her hands and cried. She cried for change and for things she would miss that she could never get back. Macy was like that you see, she noticed simple changes and they cut her to the core. And where some people ran out and embraced change, Macy hung back, shrinking in the corner until it became inevitable. That was her way. She didn't fling herself out to new thins, she hung back and examined it from every angle. On she cried until the tears ran down her hands, and she found she didn't care. It hit her though, a little like a cinder block, that mostly she was crying because she was scared. Scared of change, scared of having to start all over with no one there to be a buffer for her or introduce her, scared to be by herself in a world that was so vast it made her feel microscopic and unimportant. And nobody, even Macy Marlin, perhaps the most humble person on this earth, liked feeling unimportant.
Word Count: 866
Tag: Open!
Notes: Sorry. There's lots of sort of incomplete thoughts that just go wandering off. My aunt's computer types slow, so I lose my train of thought while I'm waiting for it to catch up. xD Replies will be better, I promise.
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 8, 2009 14:12:06 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To say the least, Jason was not amused to be going back to school. First of all, so many things had changed from last year. Pre-med school was over, this was now the real deal and if he had thought the whole “pre” medical school was difficult, this was only going to get worse. Not only that, but now he no longer had a girlfriend thanks to his own stupidity. He knew he was always going to blame himself for their relationship crumbling to an end since, well, it was his fault. Even if someone tried, there was no way he’d let the blame be placed on someone else. He had also started a new, terrible habit not too far into the summer and had only recently stopped. Oh yes, he was glad he had stopped. There was no more waking up in the morning with a splitting headache, wondering how exactly he had made it up his steps. Like any habit, though, there were a few times he wanted to go back to it but somehow he had managed to stay clean.
Sighing, he finally rolled out of bed, an unamused expression on his face as he did. At least he was half way through his college career; four years were over and he only had four more to go. Stumbling to the shower, still half asleep, he turned the water on a little on the cool side to wake him up. Since the water was a little cooler, he didn’t take as long as he usually did and was through the rest of his morning routine in no time, finally heading to his garage and getting in his car. The music finally played quietly in his car after two months of driving in silence, just in case a song that reminded him of Ana came on. Now, though, he was willing to listen to the radio again, though it wasn’t always the stations he listened to before.
The drive to the school wasn’t very long, but finding a parking place was always a pain. He drove around the different parking lots, finally finding one where he wasn’t in fear that his car would get dented by a careless student bashing their doors into it and pulled in, grabbing the list of classes he had to take and the different textbooks required for each of them. It wasn’t too far of a walk to the store and it was a fairly nice day, so he wasn’t going to complain too much. The walk took him down past a few different buildings towards the gazebo. It was a nice place to sit and relax if you had spare time between classes, but not enough to go home or back to the dorms. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he realized he had made it rather early today, surprising for him, and decided to head up to the little shelter for a little bit until the store was actually open.
Walking up to it, he was surprised to see another figure already there. Not exactly surprised, but a bit startled since he hadn’t seen her from outside. The curly-haired blonde had her face resting in her hands and he tilted his head, curious. It only took a moment for him to realize she was crying and immediately he felt his heart go out to the younger woman. Sitting down quietly beside her, he set his books on his other side and hoping she wouldn’t freak out on him and think he was some sort of creeper, rested his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Hey, it‘s okay. It‘s not that scary here, I promise,” he said quietly, his voice gentle, soothing.
Jason had always been told he had a big heart because he always cared about others and he hated to see it when they hurt. He never knew why he was like that, maybe it was because he knew what it was like to hurt, to wish things were different, but even when he was little he had been a big softie. Sighing slightly, he slid his arm around her shoulders, knowing it was probably a little odd since he was a total stranger to her but it‘s not like he was going to rape her or anything. “First days are always a little rough. Can I help with anything?” He was fairly sure she was a freshman; though at times it felt like there were a million kids on campus, he knew a lot of the faces even if he didn’t know names. He figured if he had seen her before, he’d recognize her curly hair, it was definitely not the kind that everybody had. Besides, he doubted an upperclassman would be so stressed they’d be crying on campus unless they had a huge test and since it wasn't even the first day back, he doubted there were any tests going on today. He squeezed her shoulders gently, wishing he could help.
word count; 835ish wearing; thisdriving; 2009 Mercedesnotes; heh i re-read your first one and changed it a bit to make more sense. nothing important, just 'cause i felt like it worked better this way XD |
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 8, 2009 22:44:37 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE Macy wasn't generally prone to tears. To her way of thinking, crying, and just being sad in general, was way too much work. She much preferred to be happy. It was definitely better. But she also recognized that there were times when one needed to cry. There were times that simply called for being sad, and so she let herself be sad. She wasn't the sort to try and fight anything, especially something she thought was inevitable. So she just let herself cry. Of course, she knew that the gazebo wasn't exactly private, but she wasn't really expecting anyone to step foot near somebody who was crying. It was usually a pretty traumatic ordeal for anyone involved; people didn't like crying people, so they kept their distances, and for that, Macy was usually grateful. So it stood to reason that she was a bit startled when she became aware of someone settling next to her on the little bench.
She sucked in a little gasp that turned into a cough. She was a little surprised when he spoke. It drew a laugh out of her, for some reason. Mostly because she couldn't hear the truth in it. When something seemed scary, it WAS scary, even if it didn't seem so to someone else. Someone telling you it wasn't scary didn't make it any less scary. As a little Southern belle, it didn't really creep her out when he put his arm around her and gave her a little squeeze. To her way of thinking, it was what guys were supposed to do; protect, watch out for, do what they could for women. It was like, their job, or something.
She shook her head slightly when he asked if there was anything he could do. “Not really” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She lifted her head slightly to rub at red eyes, trying to keep the tears from streaking down her face. At least she wasn't wearing makeup. She wasn't too big on the whole makeup idea. She wasn't sure why. It just seemed like more work than it was worth, as far as she was concerned. If someone didn't like her without makeup on, they weren't worth her time anyway. What was that quote by Marylin Monroe: “If you can't deal with me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best.” She was pretty sure that was it.
“It's not so much the whole fear factor thing...” She murmured, and shrugged slightly. “Well, it is. Mostly I'm just homesick” She wore her heart on her sleeve, but she didn't like people to worry about her. It made her uncomfortable. She didn't like being a burden, especially to someone who was basically a complete stranger. “It's like a whole different country or something” She murmured, sniffing again slightly and wiping at her eyes. Tears continued to leak down her face slightly. She couldn't help it, and again, she wasn't one to fight the inevitable.
Word Count: 506
Tag: Open!
Notes: This one's...better. lol
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 9, 2009 1:06:59 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He barely heard her “Not really,” but he kept quiet and stayed next to her. Sometimes all it took was feeling that someone cared, even if she didn’t know him. He knew there were times that even he didn’t want someone to talk to or someone to give him advice, all he wanted was a hug however silly it sounded coming from a twenty-two year old man. Then again, he too wore his heart on his sleeve. Anybody could look into his eyes and know exactly what he was feeling at any given time.
He stared at her for a moment, completely bewildered for a moment before he blinked it away, his hand rubbing her back gently, careful not to leave the upper half of her back. The last thing she needed was to feel like he was trying to do anything with her when she was already so distraught. He had been surprised to hear what she said, mainly because once he had gotten over his heartbreak and settled down in Salt Lake, that was exactly what he felt. Homesick. Sighing quietly, he realized just how much he could relate to her.
Leaving New York had been a completely spontaneous decision, based purely on the hurt he felt when his girlfriend of two years said she couldn’t take it anymore. Their relationship had been almost too perfect, the only thing they couldn’t quite figure out was how to fight and when they did, it was disastrous. It wasn’t until he finally settled down in Utah and applied to the state university that he realized what all he had left behind; his parents, his little brother, his best friends, his childhood, his horse. All of that was back in New York. The pain of the heartbreak that he had been running from was the only thing that had stayed and ironically enough, it was back, only this time with a different girl.
He laughed quietly as she called the city a different country and nodded his head. “That it is,” he agreed, a small smile on his face. New York City and Salt Lake had some similarities, but he hadn’t grown up in The Big Apple, even if he did spend a lot of time there shopping and such. The town he had lived in, both growing up and going to college, were completely different from big city life. They were smaller cities with a minimal crime rate, rather sheltered from the terrible things that were heard on the news. Of course, they still had their bad parts of the town where all of the break ins and drugs and everything happened, but the way everyone was where he lived, they just pushed it aside like it was part of a different town. He didn’t know where exactly she called home, but he knew what she meant by all of that; he wasn’t just sympathizing.
“I know a lot of people are just like ‘oh, I understand,’ to make you feel better, but I totally get what you‘re saying. I‘ve been out here for three years now and I still get homesick,” he admitted, his dark eyes studying her figure, wishing he could take away that feeling; it was awful to miss people you knew you weren’t going to see for months. He hadn’t seen his friends or family back home since he moved out here. He was suppose to see them all when he flew into New York to pick his eight year old brother up and take him out to Utah for two weeks towards the end of summer, but he had called his parents and told them that he didn’t want Dylan around his drinking, however ashamed it made him feel to admit it to his parents. And he felt terrible to cancel on his baby brother like that, he was sure the little boy had probably been really upset, but the last thing he needed to see was his role model downing bottle after bottle of alcohol right in front of him. No, he didn’t want Dylan around him at all when he was like that.
Watching the tears still rolling down her cheeks, he pulled her against him just to give her something to lean against. Not for the first time, he wished he carried some sort of handkerchief with him, though usually it was because he somehow managed to cut himself somewhere and he didn’t want to get blood all over himself or his car or whoever he happened to be with. But this time, she looked like she could use something as her hands weren’t exactly doing the job. He wasn’t quite sure what else to say since he didn’t exactly know her and he didn’t want to say anything that might make her feel worse, so he squeezed her shoulder again, a small, kind smile crossing his face. “Do you want to tell me about your home? I’ll listen, I won‘t bite.”
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 9, 2009 3:30:02 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE “No” she amended herself quietly. “Not even a different country. A different planet. A different world.” She hadn't realized until now just how true it was. People here had a culture that was entirely different from what she was used to. The people she had smiled and waved at on the streets gave her weird looks like she was some sort of creeper, and none of the guys had held the door for her since her arrival a week ago. Initially, it had really made her angry, until she realized it was the way they did things here. 'Toto, I don't think I'm in Mississippi anymore' she thought to herself.
She wiped at her face again. She didn't feel stupid or anything, but a girl could only do so much crying, could only feel so much at a time before her system went into overload. Macy had never been good at maintaining the whole sob thing. “I know a lot of people are just like ‘oh, I understand,’ to make you feel better, but I totally get what you‘re saying. I‘ve been out here for three years now and I still get homesick,” She smiled, albeit a little weakly, and nodded slightly. She got the feeling that he actually was being honest.
Another weak little shaky smile crossed her features as she wiped at her eyes yet again when he asked if she'd tell him about where she was from. “A little town in Mississippi” she responded, in her usual quiet voice. People had told her before that she never spoke louder than a whisper. She didn't think this was true, of course, but she never argued. Macy wasn't one for arguments. Nor was she really following him on how talking about home was supposed to make her feel better, but she could oblige him anyway. Because that was what Macy did: she obliged people in any way she could. “Just me and my parents and older brother on 50 acres of green grass and horses” she murmured, the note of a Southern drawl heard in her voice. The longing was unchecked, and it was apparent just how much she missed her home.
She drew in a deep, shaky breath and dropped her head to his shoulder. It was natural, easy, something she didn't even think about. “You remind me of my brother a bit, actually” she murmured, by way of explanation, although she figured he couldn't mind, too much. After all, he had touched her first. “Where are you from?”she questioned. For some reason, it had always been easier for Macy to talk about other people than to talk about herself, easier to help other people fix their problems than worry about her own. Not to mention, she liked people, for all she was as shy as they come, and she liked knowing about people, knowing what made them click. She knew everything about herself; she didn't know much about other people..
Word Count: 512
Tag: Jason
Notes: It's like, 2 a.m. lol. so if it sucks, that's why. I haven't read it over at all, so yeah. xD
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 9, 2009 10:47:57 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “That sounds wonderful,” he said quietly, wondering what it was like to have that much land, to be able to keep horses on his property. His yard hadn’t been tiny, but it was no where near fifty acres. It had probably been big enough to keep his Casey on and set up a few jumps when he rode, but the laws where he lived had kept them from doing that. He could hear how much she missed her little town in her voice and a small smile crossed his face as he heard the southern accent she had. It wasn’t strong, but it was definitely there. He had always wished he had some sort of accent, not just the boring, “standard” accent he did.
Jason’s eyebrows rose slightly and smiled a little smile as she leaned into him and said he reminded her of his brother. He supposed that was good but he hoped she wasn’t this comfortable with every guy on campus. Some of them would really take advantage of her. He laughed quietly when she asked where he was from, smiling as he remembered his little city. “New York, a little city about an hour away from The Big Apple.” It was a nice little neighborhood where he had grown up, though since it was in a ritzy area, some of the people were a little stuck up. As he thought about Dylan, a hurt look crossed his face, knowing he probably really upset the eight year old when he called to cancel his trip out to Utah. “It was my parents, me and my baby brother. We couldn‘t keep my horse on our property because of the land laws and such,” he kind of rambled, wondering what they were up to now.
He knew his parents would try to schedule their work hours so at least one of them would be home with Dylan over the summer, but if that didn’t work out, he had always babysat with his friends. Maybe they still looked after the eight year old. He wondered how Dylan was doing with Casey; he knew that horse could be a handful at times, at least with him. Anytime he stuck his little brother on her back, it was like she was a different horse, even when Dylan controlled her himself.
He smiled again, his arm still around her shoulders as he looked over at her, wondering what had made her decide to leave her town behind. He wasn’t going to ask, though. That could be kind of personal, so if she wanted to tell him, she could do it on her own time. “So you ride?” he asked, assuming if they had horses on their fifty acres she knew how to ride for one reason or another.
Squeezing her shoulders one more time, he slid his arm from around her and rested it against his side. “Do you want me to give you the grand tour of the campus?” he asked, laughing slightly as he did. “I can show you where your classes are, if you want.” That would have been helpful for him his first day on campus. Sure, there was the whole orientation thing, but it wasn’t exactly very helpful.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 9, 2009 14:04:12 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE Macy probably would be as comfortable with most of the guys on campus as she was with th is boy. She realized she didn't even know his name yet, nor did he know hers, which was rude. But oh well. Macy was a pretty trusting person by nature, and where she was from, guys were good to girls. It was their job. They wouldn't even hardly dream of touching a girl in a way that might be considered inappropriate. In fact, they generally didn't touch girls at all. It was just safer that way. Macy was pretty naïve that way. In her mind, every guy had that mind set, that they needed to care for women. She couldn't hardly fathom a guy that thought anything else. It was too foreign.
She nodded slightly when he asked if she rode. “Basically every day. I ran a small training business around school, generally starting colts and stuff” she explained. She would probably miss that the most. Whenever she got frustrated she would go out and grab a green horse and just start working with it, channeling frustrated energy into something positive, something she felt was worth while. It was what she did. She wasn't good at being destructive, so she had to find something constructive to do instead. She found that in the form of working horses, of teaching them to do something so they could serve someone else. It was what she did, and it was her release of pent up emotion. She had no idea what she was going to do when life started getting to big now. She supposed she'd have to take up running or something. Something hard, to exhaust herself. It was the only other way she knew to get herself out of a bad mood.
She nodded a bit when he asked if she wanted him to show her around campus, peeling herself off of him and realizing that she probably seemed like some clingy wreck. And she wasn't a wreck. She just wasn't sure what to do with herself for the moment. “If you have time and everything. I mean, I don't want to be a burden” she responded softly. If there was one thing Macy really hated, she hated being a burden to people. She didn't like other people to think that she was a pain, or that she couldn't stand on her own to feet, because she could. She just needed someone to lean on every so often. But didn't everyone at some point or another.
She stood slowly and then leaned down to touch her toes, stretching before she straightened up again. “I'm Macy, by the way” she added softly. “Macy Marlin.” She did, she realized, have a slightly whispery quality to her voice. She wasn't the loud sort; her voice was quiet, her movements were minimal, nothing big and dramatic. She was just quiet, sweet and sensitive, but not prone to drama. She was the sort of person who was usually pretty steady and stable, but had her occasional break down moments. Didn't everyone, though? She heaved a slight sigh. She was always asking questions about things like that, and she never knew the answer. It frustrated her to no end, most of the time. She glanced over at the boy, then at her watch. “Like I said, don't feel obligated or anything” She tucked a strand of hair shyly behind her ear. “I'm sure I can figure it out on my own” She laughed a little humorlessly. She could figure anything out when she wanted to. It was just a matter of shoving fear aside and getting it done, the same as getting on any colt she knew would be rank; she just had to throw her leg over, hope for the best and prepare for the worst. What was the worst that could possibly happen? That was always how she analyzed things. What was the worst? She'd be late to class? Psh. No big deal. OF course, she could think of a number of things that WERE worse, and for once, the worst case scenario thing wasn't making her feel better.
Word Count: 704
Tag: Jason
Notes: YAY! I finally made it past 500!
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 9, 2009 15:59:27 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A soft sigh escaped him when she told him about her training business. He definitely missed riding, that was for sure, but after not being in the saddle for about three years, he’d basically have to start over from scratch and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do that. Not only that, but his wrist still bothered him from time to time and he couldn’t risk that on horseback, especially if it was a hot horse like Casey had been. One little lapse of concentration and she’d try to send him right over her head. He’d get the wrist looked at sometime before he was out of school, before he got his real job and maybe then if he had time he could start riding again. No, that was just an excuse. He’d probably be fine, even if his wrist hurt. Starting over would just frustrate him to no end when he tried to do something he use to be able to do without a problem and ended up looking sloppy or not doing it right.
He shrugged, smiling his small smile. “I have no plans today. You‘re not a burden,” he said, tilting his head slightly to the left as he told her she wasn’t a burden, wondering why she’d even consider something like that. He had offered, hadn’t he? If it would have been a problem, he wouldn’t have offered, but he wasn’t that kind of guy. He was always willing to help out; in fact, he had been told he was great at helping others but terrible at helping himself. And the longer he was in Salt Lake, the more he saw the truth behind that statement. He smiled as she stood up and stretched, standing up beside her a moment later. “Jason Irving,” he introduced himself to her, holding out his hand as he always did. He liked her name; it had a sort of flow to it, like after someone heard it, it would just flow off of the tongue without a problem. And it seemed to fit her, too. Simple, but pretty.
His bushy eyebrows furrowed at her laugh and he gave her another puzzled look. He couldn’t quite figure her out. She seemed so sweet but it was like she was afraid to push herself on people. “Don‘t worry about it, it‘s no problem,” he smiled, taking a few steps towards the end of the gazebo. “I‘m sure you could figure it out on your own, too, but isn‘t it easier this way?” The campus was rather daunting for someone who had come straight from high school. Heck, it was intimidating for him when he first came after his first two years of college. It was a state school, so obviously it was huge. Getting lost was really easy to do, even for kids who had been here for a year or more. A new class would pop up on the schedule and suddenly you were like “woah, I’ve never heard of that building,” and you’d feel like you were back on day one. Oh, it happened, that was for sure.
“Alright,” he said, glancing at her and grinning. “What classes are you taking this semester?” Walking out of the gazebo, he looked around at the different buildings, wondering what her major was or if she even knew yet. There were plenty of freshmen and sophomores who were taking their required classes without any idea what they were going to school for. Jason, on the other hand, knew what he wanted to do for year, or at least he had a general idea. Since both of his parents were in the medical field, it just seemed right if he did something in the same field and since he loved kids, he put the two together and decided on a pediatrician. It was definitely a lot of work, but he figured it’d be worth it in the end.
As they headed away from the gazebo and he started pointing out the miscellaneous buildings, he smiled, relaxed in her company. Actually, he usually felt quite relaxed in anyone’s company, but there was just something about her. Even though he really didn’t know all that much about her, it almost felt like he had known her for years instead of minutes. Perhaps that was just the kind of person she was. His dark eyes studied her once again, his thoughts once again wondering what would have happened if a different guy on campus had found her there crying instead of him. Sighing, he gave her a crooked smile, knowing what he was going to say might sound a little odd. “So, this is going to sound funny, but while you‘re here, please do me a favor,” he sighed again, his eyes looking into hers with a genuinely concerned look in them. “Don‘t trust everyone like you seemed to trust me. Not everyone is going to want to help,” he warned, hoping she’d understand that he was saying wasn’t completely redundant; of course not everyone would be helpful. What he had been trying to say was if she had ran into the wrong guy, he could have acted completely sweet, said he was going to show her around and then taken her to one of the not-so-busy parts of the school and, well, Jason didn’t really want to think what could have happened to her then.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 9, 2009 16:47:08 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE Macy nodded a bit when he told her his name. Jason Irving. She liked it. It fit him. Simple, but pleasant. It seemed the sort of person he was. She flushed a pleasant little rosy color when he asked what classes she had for the semester. “I haven't had the heart to look” she said, even more quietly than usual. “I've only been in a week. Agribusiness is my major, though, if that helps. With a minor in music” she added with a slight nod. “There should be choir on there” Her lack of knowledge embarrassed her, but she had been moving in and stuff, and she just hadn't really wanted to look. For some reason it was like admitting defeat. For all she was a sweet girl, Macy definitely had her oddities.
Her overall personality over road the weirds though. She was, indeed, an easy person to be around, perhaps because she was easy with herself. She was confident in herself, or as confident as anyone ever is, and she was easy around other people, once she got over her initial shyness. She was the sort of person who welcomed anyone who wanted to be around her with open arms, the sort who never turned anyone away. She was simply easy to be around. Maybe because she didn't require anything of anyway. People felt safe around her to just be.
She glanced at him curiously when he said it was going to sound funny, a quizzical little smile coming over her rose colored lips. She gave him complete attention, her wide blue eyes fixed on him. “Don‘t trust everyone like you seemed to trust me. Not everyone is going to want to help” She blinked wide, innocent eyes at him, turning quizzical blue eyes to the path ahead of her. Her thinking face looked a little bit pouty and it was cute. She shifted through the possibilities in her head, trying to figure out what he meant. She wasn't willing to admit that she wasn't really following, so she chose not to say anything.
Macy truly was extremely naïve. She wasn't used to his world, this place, where guys actually did things like that to women. She knew he was telling her not to trust anyone, but she couldn't fathom that. She was a trusting person by nature, and it was hard for her to be untrusting, to try and figure out people's motives. It sounded stupid to a lot of people that she didn't get that guys could have bad motives, but it was something she hadn't really heard of. It was something that happened to people far away, things you glanced over in the news paper, in some airy, far away place. It didn't happen to her, or to people she knew, or anywhere around her. It just didn't. She couldn't help that she was tat innocent, even if it was a touch ridiculous. It was part of the territory.
She nibbled her lip slightly as everything clicked into place, and nodded simply. “Okay” she murmured, her voice a little unsure, her face still quizzical. She just couldn't wrap her mind around something like that. She fell into a slightly awkward silence, which was something that didn't happen around Macy very often. She was comfortable in silence. She liked quiet, she didn't feel a need to fill every silence that came around, but this one was just...awkward.
Word Count: 584
Tag: Jason
Notes: Annd we're stuck at 500 again. xD
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 9, 2009 17:54:40 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He simply nodded his head when she said she didn’t look at her schedule yet. Understandable. He had glanced at his for orientation and then not again until the first day. A small smile curled the corners of his mouth up when she said she was taking choir. If he wasn’t so concerned with his hard classes, he probably would have signed up for it. That or piano. Both would be easy A classes and actually fun, but with all of his difficult science classes, he wasn’t going to take anything to just take up his valuable study time.
“Alright, I‘ll just show you the different buildings, then?” Even that would be easier, all she’d have to do would be find the actual room number in the building where her classes were then. Everything she needed should be listed on her schedule, but the maps they gave out were a pain. Nothing seemed to be in the right places on them. Either that, or he just couldn’t read a map. Yes, that was more likely it.
She was quiet for a bit and he was worried he had scared her. He hadn’t meant to, he just wanted her to be more careful. She was quiet, so he doubted she’d yell if someone tried anything with her. The way she treated it all like it was a foreign idea reminded him so much of the way he had been when he left New York; both of the towns he had lived in there were their own little world, any rapes, murders, that was like it happened in a different place, like they were safe where they were from all of the horrors of everyday life.
Moving to Salt Lake, now that had been a reality check. The crime rate in the city was your typical, big city rate, but compared to what he was use to, it was insane. In the newspapers and online were all these stories, side stories but stories nonetheless, about the most terrible things he could think of. Of course, the majority of the crimes always happened in the same neighborhoods, but there were still your college troubles and of course, most of them seemed to be alcohol related.
He sighed, feeling bad now and he gave her a crooked smile. “I‘m sorry, I didn‘t want to scare you or anything.” Looking into her bright, blue eyes with his almost-black ones, he felt a pang of hurt shoot though him and dropped his gaze; her eyes reminded him of his ex-girlfriend’s in a way. Keeping his eyes in front of him, he sighed again, his voice quieter this time. “Just, please be careful. It‘s really different here, in more ways than one. But I‘m sure you already knew that,” he said, now just rambling pointlessly.
Sighing yet again, he glanced over at a few buildings, telling her what they were generally used for. It was kind of nice how they had a science building, a business building; each main subject had their own building, which of course made everything at least a little bit easier. Pausing at one of the buildings, he grinned. “There‘s where your choir class will be; that‘s the music building. Probably one of my favorites if I had more time for fun credits instead of all science stuff,” he laughed, almost wanting to go home and play his piano now.
He told her about each of the buildings they passed, what classes were in them and a few short cuts to get from building to building. “Are you staying on campus?” he questioned, just wondering. He had never stayed in a dorm period, he was kind of curious to what they were like. “Oh, if you have your car, you don‘t want to park there,” he said, pointing to one of the parking lots in the middle of three different buildings. “It‘s always really busy and you‘re risking your car‘s health - and your sanity - parking there,” he laughed, remembering when he had his old BMW and he came out to see a huge dent in the passenger’s door. Luckily, it hadn’t been hard to get out, just a twenty minute trip to the shop.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 9, 2009 18:20:56 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE She shrugged when he said he didn't mean to scare her. “I know” she said mildly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear again. “It's just....Not what I'm used to” she heaved a small sigh, another little sad thing that just made your heart ache for her. Macy was a person who was not at all accustomed to emotional pain. Physical, sure. She'd broken bones, gotten a concussion, been kicked and stood on by horses; all of that came with the territory. But she wasn't used to getting hurt emotionally, to worry or homesickness or anything like that. Her life had been pretty simple. She had never had much to worry about. She nodded slightly when he said she probably knew that.
She smiled a bit when she saw the music building. She was in love with it instantly, the same way she had been in love with the little gazebo. It was a nice building, and even from outside she could hear snatches of music. “Do you play anything?” she asked curiously, glancing at him as he made the comment about not having enough time around his hard science courses. “What's your major?” she asked, again, curious. She liked knowing about other people.
She had to smile inwardly a bit, at her luck. Well, she didn't really believe in luck, but whatever. It would seem she had already met her first friend in Utah. She hadn't expected anything to present itself so handily in front of her. Things like that didn't generally happen to her. Then again, things like that didn't generally have the opportunity to happen to her. In a small town, she knew everyone, so it only made sense that she didn't meet many new people.
She nodded slightly when he asked if she was staying on campus. “It was cheaper than any of the apartments and stuff I could find” she responded. She didn't mind. Again, maybe it would be an opportunity to meet people, more so than she might have had when living in an apartment building.
She laughed slightly when he told her not to park her car in that particular parking lot. The idea was sort of laughable, really. She couldn't imagine her big Dodge Cummins taking much damage from the little red sports cars that seemed popular. She had to love her pickup. The thing was pretty indestructible. It had already seen several dents and such, all of which had, thankfully, been easily ironed out. She had had horses kick it, she'd run over nails, and pretty much any other crazy thing you could think of to happen to a pickup. Still, she loved the thing. It was extremely reliable. Not once had she had it break down, so long as she kept her oil up to date and her gas tank full, so she didn't run out. She had had that happen before, on several occasions, actually, and she had felt thoroughly stupid having to call her brother to ask him to bring her gas. That worried her a bit, too. For all the thing was faithful, what happened if she broke down in the middle of the city? She didn't have anyone to call for help or to come and get her or whatever. She really was on her own. The thought almost brought tears to her eyes again, but she blinked them back briskly. She was tired of crying.
Word Count: 584
Tag: Jason
Notes: So my muse didn't die as much as I thought....=P
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 9, 2009 23:22:41 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He nodded his head, smiling as she asked him if he played anything. “Piano and guitar. I sang a little bit back in high school, too.” He laughed, remembering the little band he had with a few of his friends. Nothing major, just for fun. A couple parties, a dance, that was all they really did, but it had been fantastic while it lasted. A small, wistful smile crossed his face as he remembered learning to play piano. “My mom played piano and when she had a little bit of free time, she taught me how to play,” he laughed, remembering how her fingers just seemed to glide over the black and white keys. He had been little when he started and he never thought he’d be able to play like she could, but he could now. It was probably one of his favorite things to do when he was stressed out. “What about you, anything musical other than choir?”
He laughed again when she asked his major, forgetting he mentioned his science classes. “Pre…” he started before stopping himself, a mildly surprised look on his face. “Well, I guess it‘s just med, now,” he chuckled, grinning at her. “Four years of saying pre-med and you just get kind of use to it. Med just doesn‘t roll of the tongue right or something.” Shaking his head at himself, he rolled his eyes playfully. It was weird to think he was half way done with his college career. In four more years, he’d have a real job, earning his own money instead of living off of his parent’s. Four years sounded like a lot, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized it really wasn’t. In the long run, four years was like the blink of an eye.
Tilting his head, he looked at her and grinned. “I‘m planning on being a pediatrician, if all things go well. What about you?” he asked, realizing they were just strolling and talking now instead of him giving the tour he promised. It was kind of nice, though, to be able to talk to someone who didn’t see him through his rough spots, someone who didn’t have the “old” Jason to compare to the “new” one, the one who wasn’t quite as fun as the old one to be around. She didn’t see him hurt his now ex-girlfriend with a stupid mistake, she didn’t see him become addicted to alcohol. What she saw was what was left of him after that. Sure, he could live a pretty normal life now, he acted fine, but there was still a little bit of pain clear in his eyes, though if someone wasn’t looking him square in the eye, they most likely wouldn’t notice it.
Jason’s dark eyebrows rose slightly, wondering why she laughed when he told her about the parking lot. “Whaaaat? The people who park there are completely careless.” Shaking his head in a slightly annoyed way, he chuckled. “I came out after one of my biology labs and my passenger‘s door on my old car had a huuuugggeee dent in it.” A soft sigh slipped from him as he thought about his old BMW. It had been so reliable, not that his new car wasn’t. “I kind of miss that car. It got me clear out here from New York in one piece,” he murmured, wishing he hadn’t had to sell it for scrap. It was something that he really had from his life back with his family. Sure, he had furniture and of course his gorgeous, white piano, but the car, however silly it sounded, sort of had a place in his heart. He wasn’t really the materialistic type, but his old car and his piano were two things he had been incredibly protective of. The car just held so many memories of trips he took with his friends and family, long drives and horse shows. The piano was where he let his emotions run wild. Shaking his head, he looked at her sideways and laughed, wondering what she thought about him being attached to a car.
As his eyes looked over to her, he saw her blinking rather rapidly as he did when he was fighting back tears, and he sighed a big sigh, putting his arm around her shoulders again and giving her a friendly squeeze. “Hey, I know what you‘re going through. Probably not to the same extent, but I get it. If you need anything, I‘m here,” he said gently, knowing he wasn’t exactly the best at giving advice, but sometimes it just helped to have someone to lean on, especially in a new place.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 14, 2009 0:07:12 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE She smiled, feeling the usual brush of mild envy when he said he played piano. She had never been able to figure it out, for some reason. The black notes and lines were just too foreign, the black and white keys too numerous to remember which was which, despite the fact that there were only seven notes...well, if you didn't count accidentals, which could make for a heck of a lot more notes. She couldn't actually read music, but the girl could play the guitar. She played a lot by ear, but that was okay, because, for the most part, if she heard something once, she could play it. She nodded slightly when he said he sang a bit back in high school. “I play guitar” she responded, when he asked about anything other than choir. “And I sing alto harmony.” She smiled a bit with satisfaction.
For some people, singing came naturally. It was part of the body, and therefor much more easily trained and most people had a hard time learning to play an instrument. Macy was the exact opposite. The guitar had felt natural, and she had taught herself how to play in about a month, and after that she could play anything. Singing had not been natural. Sure, she could belt out pretty much anything that came on the radio, but it had taken a while to train her ear, to pay attention to what she was singing. Learning to sing harmony had been even harder. Thus, the fact that she had mastered it was rather a source of pride for her...Well, as proud as humble Macy Marlin could be about anything.
“I‘m planning on being a pediatrician, if all things go well. What about you?” She smiled a bit. “You must like kids, then” she said automatically. “Um. I'm not sure. I'm here for Agribusiness, because my parents insisted I go to college, and it was the only thing I could see being really useful. Of course, I want to take over my dad's operation. I think my brother and I would probably run it together. Make it a bigger family operation. We've got some big plans for the place.” This was clearly something she could have talked about all day, if you just let her go. She shrugged a bit, though, reining in her tongue. “Horses don't really care about college degrees, as long as you know how to handle them. That's not really something you can learn in a school. Like I said, I'm here for my parents. I'll get my degree and call it good, probably put the diploma in some back closet and forget it even exists.” She laughed slightly. It was a waste, she knew. She had argued with her parents endlessly about college, but, of course, since Macy wasn't good at arguing, her parents had won out and now here she was.
She laughed when he said people in the parking lot were careless. “I drive a Dodge pickup truck, sweetie. The fancy little sports cars could get themselves smashed to bits and my truck wouldn't have a scratch” she explained with a slight laugh. Well, it might have a scratch, but as far as Macy was concerned, it just added character. The thing was bound to get dinged up anyway. Putzing along gravel roads tended to be hard on vehicles.
“Hey, I know what you‘re going through. Probably not to the same extent, but I get it. If you need anything, I‘m here,” She glanced over at him, her expression genuinely grateful. “[bThanks
[/b]” she said softly. “ I really appreciate it” she murmured, rubbing her hand up and down her bare arm. “b]I guess I've never been good at putting what I feel into words[/b]” She shrugged mildly. “ I always figured I Don't need to. People can see it easily enough. I think a couple people back home thought I was some sort of wreck or drama queen, because sometimes I can't tell people exactly what's wrong, I just know that something is. I used to wonder if the fact that I couldn't find a problem mean that there wasn't one, but eventually I gave up trying to articulate everything” She laughed slightly. “ It was never worth the effort. People can't really help with words. They help with action. Generally words just confuse people. They help better if they're just going off of instinct, rather than trying to put everything into fancy words.” She shrugged a little helplessly. She was probably strange, probably had no life. I mean, who honestly sat around and thought stuff through like that? There was something in her voice, though, that suggested her life hadn't just been a fairytale. She had seen her share of hardships. Death, betrayal, financial struggle. There was little Macy hadn't seen, and it was evident in her voice. Somehow, though, it hadn't tarnished her, dirtied her the way it did some people. Rather, she had refused to allow herself to be sucked down by it. She had clung to her blessings and somehow got out clean. She wore innocence the way some people wore their whoreish-ness. Hers, however, was part of what made her beautiful. Word Count: 897 Tag: Jason Irving Notes: Annnd burst of muse. xD [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by jason andrew irving on Jun 14, 2009 9:51:11 GMT -5
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EVERYTIME I DO IT MAKES ME LAUGH
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A real, warm smile crossed his face when she said he must like kids and he nodded his head, his dark eyes softening even more. It was the first time a smile like that had crossed his face in a long time. “I do. My baby brother‘s eight, so I obviously was around him around a lot when he was a baby.” He sighed quietly, his gaze dropping to his shoes as they walked. “I wanted my own kids so bad for as long as I can remember,” he said quietly, not exactly realizing that he made it sound like he had given up on it, though in reality, he had. After falling head over heels twice, he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to do it again. At least his relationship with Ana had fallen apart before they were married; after the way they had split up, even though it had been completely his fault, he was terrified of getting married and then ten years down the road, his wife deciding she didn’t love him anymore and leaving him. It hurt bad enough after two years and eight, nine months didn’t feel much better. He didn’t want to even think about what it would be like to love someone for ten years and to have a family with her and then she decided she wanted nothing to do with him anymore, that he wasn’t good enough.
He nodded his head as she explained her reasoning for being here. It sounded nice, almost like a relaxing lifestyle, but he didn’t think working on a ranch would bring in a ton of money. Then again, the boy had been spoiled from the time he was born with both of his parents being highly paid surgeons, so for someone who had grown up like her, it probably seemed like the typical thing to do, just like for him, going to medical school seemed to be right. He laughed slightly, remembering one of his crazy dreams when he had been competing with Casey at one of the bigger shows they had been at. “I never really considered it as a career, but when I was competing at the bigger shows in my area with my horse, I‘d always treat it like if I did well, I could go on to do it for a living. You know, go to the Olympics and such.” He laughed again; he was the one with the crazy imagination, that was for sure. Shrugging, he sighed, still smiling. “Nah, I guess I‘ve always known I‘d go to med school for something or another. I guess it‘s kind of like your family running the business; both of my parents are surgeons so it‘s in the family, too.” He chuckled a little bit, imagining himself as a surgeon. He wasn’t squeamish or anything, just very, very uncoordinated. He’d probably slice his own hand off somehow. Besides, he hated the thought of going through surgery and after he had undergone it twice, he didn’t want to spend any more time in the operating room, conscious or not. He didn’t want to be the one scaring people like him to death with the idea he’d be slicing their skin open to fix something or another. The thought sent a little, unpleasant shiver up his spine.
His smile grew when he heard what she said about horses not caring about their handler having a college degree. “It‘s like that one saying or proverb or something-or-other that I always found so funny, but so true. Something about princes learning no art but horsemanship because the horse will throw the prince just as soon as his groom.” He shook his head again, his mind wandering to Casey and Dylan. He wondered how well his little brother was handling her. When Jason had just set his little brother on his horse’s back, the big chestnut had been so careful with him and when Dylan had been learning to ride, she was the same way, but as soon as Jason got on her back, it was like she knew she could push him and try to get away with things. No, she didn’t always, she just enjoyed testing him when he wasn’t paying full attention to her. Other than that, the two made a great team. She was just a little fireball at times.
“Well I guess it‘s a good thing you didn‘t hit me then,” he laughed, glancing over to look at her and giving her a teasing look when she told him she drove a pick-up. Whatever the other car had been had caused enough damage, that sort of truck probably would have completely obliterated his car and his body, too, if that was what the drunk had been driving. Or maybe that was what did hit him and that’s how they managed to speed away after crushing his door in.
He just smiled as she said she appreciated his offer, a warm look in his eyes. As he listened to her explaining how she basically wore her heart on her sleeve, a slightly humored but completely understanding look crossed his face. He was the same way, but it wasn’t because he wanted to. Everything he was feeling or thinking could be read in his eyes; they were like an open child’s book, something that you could read just by glancing at. Smiling, he glanced over at her. “So you‘re pretty good at reading people,” he said rather than questioned. He wondered if she had picked up on his misery, though that he had learned how to hide…for the most part. A quiet, rather humorless laugh slipped from him; he wondered what she’d think if she knew how he had spent the nights only the week before.
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Post by macy rose marlin on Jun 15, 2009 22:30:25 GMT -5
PRETTY AS A PICTURE She smiled a bit when she heard him talk of his baby brother. She could hear the affection in his voice. She loved it when older siblings watched out for the younger ones, when they actually cared, rather than just thinking them annoying. Her older brother was the same way. Sure, he had yelled at her....on a pretty regular basis, actually, but he had been her best friend, too, always there when she needed him the most. She had a feeling Jason was the same way about his little brother. The smile that lit up her face faded when he said he had always wanted kids of his own. Something in his tone told her he thought it was a lost cause. "Why can't you?" she asked, then nibbled her lip slightly. "Never mind, don't answer that." She said hastily, laughing a little uncomfortably. "I ask too many questions" she said mildly.
The grin returned when he said he had never really considered riding a career, but that he had dreamed about it. "Horses were always part of our livelihood" she said softly. "It just about killed us when the horse markets crashed last year. We were selling horses that were worth a couple thousand for a couple hundred. It was awful. We thought we were going to lose it. Then everything balanced out a bit." Her look was solemn. She glanced down at a booted foot and slipped her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "The horse world is fickle. Making a living out of it isn't really for the faint of heart. I always wanted to, though" She thought it a little sad, really, that he had given up on that dream. "My goal though, is to train this black filly that I got for Christmas last year, and make her into a world class reiner. It was never really an option until now. I've finally got the horse for it. Except now I'm stuck here in Utah, instead of at home training her" She sounded put out, but not bitter about the fact. Just, a little bit sad, maybe. Not like the opportunity was slipping away; just that she had to put it on hold for a while. That was okay, though. This was making her parents happy, for whatever reason, despite the fact that it stretched the pocket book, and Macy was the sort of person who would do whatever she had to to make people happy.
She laughed when he mentioned the old proverb. "I loved that one. Our old foreman told me every time my old pony bucked me off that he didn't give a damn that I was the boss's daughter. It didn't matter a bit of I was sitting on him wrong." She grinned at the memory of her plucky old pony. He hadn't really been a beginner's horse. He was a challenge, the sort of horse who required constant attention or he'd have you piled in a second. And he had been picky and opinionated to boot. You pulled on his mouth, you got off. And not by your choice either. You sat wrong, you came off. He had taught her to ride with an independent seat, because if she sat him right, she didn't come off, even when he started to pull his tricks. He was definitely part of the reason Macy is as good with horses as she is. He pushed her to be better than she was, he required the best of her, even though she couldn't always give it at first. It had been a sad day when plucky old Chance had passed on, but everyone had known it was time.
She glanced shyly down at her bots when he said she was good at reading people. "I guess" she mumbled. She had never been good at compliments. "This will sound dumb, but I learned from my horses. Some people, my horse would pile. Others, he would just mess with. He'd buck, he'd take off. He wasn't trying to get them off, he was just messing with them. And then some people he was a perfect angel for, even though he dumped me on a daily basis. He wouldn't bat an eyelash no matter what jumped out at him, and he never put a foot wrong. So I started to pay attention and I figured out that the people he piled were usually asses." it was a strong word for her, as Macy wasn't generally prone to swearing. Even the use of the word made her blush a bit, even if the statement was true. "They'd beat on him, or yell at him when they came off, or they'd yell at me, and all I could do was shrug. The people he played with were the people who could take it. It meant he liked them. That was what my dad always told me, anyway. I met my best friend because Chance liked her. The people he was an angel for were usually the people who were hurting, or timid. They were the people who just needed someone there. That horse was an angel, I swear." She laughed. "Eventually I got to the point where I could read people even without Chance there to tell me." she shrugged. "It's the same process I use with horses. Some horses need patience. Others need to be smacked around a bit or they think you're a push over. You can ruin a horse smacking it around too much, but you can ruin a horse just as easily by not smacking it enough." She laughed a bit. She knew it was probably a sort of twisted-sounding philosophy, but she had found it to be true. "People can be the same way. Although usually they don't need to be hit." She glanced at him with a sideways grin, her blue eyes glittering.
Word Count: 978
Tag: Jason Irving
Notes: None. Other than I think it's kinda rambly. lol
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