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[-- ray]

Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone
I've never met

Ryan was kinda bored, actually scratch that, extremely bored. This almost never happened with him. He always found something to do, always no matter how stupid it seemed. But being new here was well, new to him. He didn't know anybody, had no one to talk to (besides his horse Ellie, but those conversation never seem to work) and since he hadn't seen anyone else around the stable so far, he had no one to meet so he could do something. He still had all his stuff in his car, and he had just got done settling El in. Sighing to himself, he decided he'd go chillax in the rider's lounge, there was bound to be atleast one person in there, right?

Atleast he had his ipod, in which he threw the skullcandy headphones over his ears and immediately "Mother May I" by eatmewhileimhot came on. Entering the rider's lounge he was extremely disappointed to see no one else in there. Wow, just my luck man he said outloud to himself. Fortunately there was a place for him to sit, in which he picked a spot on a kinda comfy looking chair and sat his butt down. Closing his eyes, he threw his head back. Maybe he shouldn't of moved? Then again, his parents wanted him out of the house so bad, it was probablly what was best for him. It was probably best for Ellie too, she needed a change of pace and Ryan could tell. That was something to look forward too actually, riding Ellie and start showing again. Though suddenly Ryan somewhat changed his mind. The other rider's here were probablly amazing, like supernaturally amazing. Sure, he'd been riding since he was like what? 6? But he guessed that the students here were probablly preparing to ride when they were just wee little fetus's. Ok, maybe that's just taking it too far.

Another song started, the music was so loud anyone who was within 10 feet of him could probably hear it. Ryan didn't really care, he was too caught up in his boredom and self conscious thoughts. Sitting there for a few more minutes he opened his eyes, still keeping his head back and looking at the ceiling,There's gotta be something to do, someone around... he muttered to himself.

[Free]

● Theodosia Knightley ●

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She released a sigh. Midnight had been a well, the drag in the hell! She hated when he suddenly decided to be a child and rolled around. His once crème and elegant body had been turned into muddy color brown; it had taken her an hour just to wash everything off. The blue eyes watched her with a soft look; he didn’t snort but nudged her for affection but got none. No chance mister, you’ve ruined your groom of the day, I won’t redo it. A muffled snort was the only answer she got. The Danish Warmblood flicked his ears curiously; he had noticed her grumpy and it had affected her faint British tone. Finding the navy blanket that fitted his body the female easily flicked everything settled, buckled it easily and lead him inside his stall. Finding the hay net with ease the cremello stallion didn’t look at his owner just munched his food lovingly. She shook her head; he really had no manners at all. And he was already seven years of age. Looking around she figured she had to do something, but what? No chance to ride, he’ll only run around like a fool and think he got it easy. Not that food would help his punishment.


So there she was, leaning against the stall door, the gold plate saying ‘Ocean Midnight’ owned my Theodosia Knightley. The twenty year old raised her eyebrow towards the stallion. She knew that Midnight looked great; she had raised him since he was what? Three years? But it still ticked her off when he decided to be the same old child. Looking around for a minute she thought she had heard something but when it wasn’t repeated shrugged it off. Eyes scanned the barn and she looked at each horse. Every horse was different, some chestnuts, blacks or bays, palominos or paints. But this was the thing which she loved about them. They were different; they never had the same color, marking or anything at all. It was rare to see a horse that was truly alike, it really was. Her long wavy hair danced behind her shoulders. Her eyes grey with the hint of brown looked out of the barn, she wanted to ride. She had been here a couple of times, but never got the courage to ride. The thought always made her stop; she never got any friends due to her cold personality, wow she needed to change her life to get friends. Then again, work had always given her the opportunity to be the warm Theo.


The sound was there again, it didn’t vanish. So I’m going crazy after all? She thought of it to herself. But the female took a look over herself; the jeans were ok, not too slithered but not too new either. The baby blue tank tope went over her butt and had a white one underneath. The imprint of clouds and trees danced while it said. “Gotcha!” right under a cloud. She didn’t look too shabby, not too worn out but not like a snob either. And she was only twenty; it fitted her image, kind of. Walking towards the riders lounge she noticed a male, he looked like what? Seventeen to eighteen? Approximately at least. Slipping out one of her many sighs she heard his words when she was just around to turn around and go. ” here's gotta be something to do, someone around...” Oh, so he was lonely and bored after all? She figured that he wouldn’t hear her even though she spoke; the music was easily heard through his headset. So instead the female took a deep breath and walked forth, she was still unsure if she should but it was too late. She was already waving her hand in front of his face. He won’t get a heart attack, hopefully at least. She waited a second until standing back and looked at him curiously, he wasn’t dead, was he?









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[-- ray]

Little deaths in musical beds
So it seems I'm someone
I've never met

Ryan was actually starting to relax when he felt kinda funny. Sighing, he lifted his head to look straight up and there was some chick standing right infront of him. Ahhh! he yelled, throwing himself back in the chair and accidentally flipping it backwards. He hit the ground with a thud, but not really because of him, more because of the chair.I'm ok, i'm ok he automatically said and moved to his feet quickly to stand. He looked at the girl and bit his lip before giving her an awkward looking smile. Hey, uhm, sorry about that. You scared me, alot. he paused for a moment and nonchalantly scanned her over, typical of him. The girl, turned out to be a young women, maybe older then him or maybe his age. Anyway, I'm Ryan, nice to meet yah he said.

Mac stuck out a hand to shake, yes, even though he was a teenage guy he still knew how to use his manners. Ryan was actually an extremely nice guy, he didn't hold grudges and basically didn't let others opinions affect him. Sure, he had his flaws, he loved to party and that always got him into trouble, but that's what makes life interesting. Looking back at her, he decided to say something else just to keep the conversation going. So... he paused for a moment and slid his hands in the back pockets of his extremely tight skinny jeans that flashed a purple pair of boxer around the top. Finishing the ensemble off with a plain white shirt and an extremely ancient pair of checkerboard slip on vans.

What's poppin' homegirl? Ryan continued. He laughed and smiled at her. Outgoing would be a perfect word to describe him. He lived with no regrets and nothing was going to stop him from doing what he wanted, that included being random with just about anyone.

[Free]

● Theodosia Knightley ●

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She bobbed her head curiously as he yelled in surprise but giggled a little almost like a fourteen year old but it soon faded. Her eyes watched him calmly while her usual curly hair was dancing with the almost faint breeze in the room. Hearing he was ok Theo gave a smile and eased up her body, she looked at him and heard his excuse and felt bad at once. Yeah, I apologise for that. You were listening to the music so I did not think I would get any connection. Her British tongue was released softly in her words and she looked at him gently, thinking of what to say next when he suddenly introduced himself as Ryan. When his hand moved to shake hers she felt her hand move automatically taking it gently but with a firm and strong hand. Nice to meet you Ryan, I am Theodosia. So, now what? She was never the best with being social; in fact she completely sucked at it. Rubbing her arm a little, the twenty year old looked around for a minute but had noticed he wasn’t half bad. But if he was younger then her, then what, she had no idea but hoped she wouldn’t fall that hard, right?


Hearing Ryan speak again trying to get a conversation going she eased up again. At least he wasn’t the most unsocial, maybe they could actually have a conversation after all? She thought of something but had to smile hearing his words. Homegirl? Not the right word, or was it? She had no idea. That thought vanished soon though as she decided to answer his question while trying to find something to speak about. I had to get some rest after washing up my stud. He completely rolled himself in the dirt, I have no idea how he did it. One minute he was a shining cremello the next a silver bay. What about you? She made a grimace when talking about Ocean. He had been a monster lately, probably from the lack of riding. She had to give him some exercise soon or else he would flip around. But the thought of him going to be a father was helping the thought. Someone had asked her if Ocean could cover her cremello Danish Warmblood which meant that the foal would be a solid cremello and pure lined. Pedigree will probably be great as well. The thought amused her even more but her attention was still upon Ryan as she waited watching him calmly.








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