JB needed to be outside. His horse wasn't in here, in this new place. It was like hell to be without an equine ride. He was completely out of his element. Feeling his feet hit the floor in the morning, he was off guard. He wished that he had been in a hotel room, or the truck or even the van.
The van. Oh jeeze, all he could think of now was that van. As he took his two tone Ford down to the beach, all he could think of was that Van. The ford Club Wagon, that damn thing had taken so much abuse, yeah. It smelled like the boy's locker room at school, mixed with stale fast food and dirt, and chaw... and beer with an undertone of whiskey... it was bad, lets just say that, kids.
He only needed to be on his own. JB was wearing no shirt, just his Wrangler jeans. A pair of blue checkered boxers under that, showing only a little. A large buckel hung around his waist, a weight that he had always liked carrying around. His black Bailey was perched on his head, blue band glittering in the early morning sun. It was just satrting to rise, and the sky was purple in the morning light. JB had always liked riding at this time, but now he had nothing to ride. Now he walked. And walked. No time would pass in his time deprived world. He was now deprived of a horse, therefore deprived of a life. He would just wander until then...
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.
Juliet trotted along the lakeshore, trying to keep up an even pace. She loved running, it allowed her to think. For the most part, Juliet lived within herself; she kept her emotions hidden from the rest of the world, giving her a stoic – sometimes even bordering on icy – demeanor. It was nice when she had the chance to really think. That was why she ran, actually, although she wouldn’t be the one to tell you that. If you asked her first-hand, she’d tell you it was to keep up her physique; you wouldn’t argue. Juliet was an attractive girl: lithe, slender, muscular. If she said she needed to stay fit to keep Pirate under control, you’d believe her. There was no flaw in her story – her alibi – just a hidden meaning. Her feet made a rhythm with the ground; she could feel it in her heartbeat. The world felt slowed down, like she was in an action movie, running in slow motion away from the explosion. What was the explosion? She didn’t plan on looking back to find out. She was reckless that way, Juliet. Of course, she’d often look before she leapt, but afterwards, she’d just run. Just like now. Her breath came in even strokes, and if she concentrated hard enough, she could feel the air entering her lungs. It was nice, running. It made her concentrate, and it let her think.
Her mind ran too. All over the place, really, but still in a constrained direction. It seemed to Juliet that she would race her thoughts sometimes, although they were usually the victors. Most of the time, she didn’t even remember what her thoughts had been about, but the important thing was, that she had thought them in the first place. Okay darling, let’s not be confusing now. This wasn’t confusing, it was just her. She exhaled, feeling her messy bun beginning to loose itself from her ponytail holder. Shit! She hated stopping, but probably slowing down even more. She knew that if she slowed down, she couldn’t run anymore, because she would lose her place. Like right now, she was running in a groove – in a rut. If she slowed, she got bumped out of that rut, never to find it again. How long had she been running, anyway? With a little sigh of frustration, she slowed down to a light jog, and then to a walk. As she shook out her hair and checked her phone – the faceplate foggy from sweat, she’d placed it in-between her brown sophies and her hip – she realized that she’d been out here for almost an hour. Had it really been that long? And where was her car? With dismay, she remembered that she’d walked here. Oh well. She shrugged idly to herself, and yawned. Although the running had jolted her awake, she was still tired. After all, it was only, what, 6-ish?
There weren’t many people out, but Juliet noticed the ones that were. Especially the cowboy with no shirt. It was only natural she pick him out, after all, it was early, and he was a guy. She thought the whole, hat thing was a little pretentious, but hey, who was she to judge? She decided that he looked her age, at least from the back, and she planned on becoming acquainted with him somehow. Unfortunately, that might prove more problematic than she thought. He was just walking along, and therefore it made it harder for her to catch his attention. She had a few ideas, but all seemed a little too… slutty, I suppose. The whole, ‘bend-over-and-tie-my-shoe’ thing? No, absolutely not. What about good ol’, accidentally bump into him? Nah, that wouldn’t work either. Maybe if she got him to notice her first, and get him to make the first move… With a little inward smile, Juliet darted towards the lake, and jogged past him a ways. Once she had stationed herself an appropriate distance away from him, she sat herself down at the lake’s edge, just close enough to his path so that he couldn’t miss her, and watched the sunrise. Some things in life were just beautiful; plans and sunrises just happened to be two of them.