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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 8, 2008 22:15:14 GMT -5
Lilly walked down the path, headed to the house. She had finished her work for the day and covered in mmud. She wore faded navy jodpers, her old boots and suede leather half chaps, along with a red polo wore over a white, tight long sleeved top. She had fallen in the paddock and was of course dirty. She headed around the back of the house, taking off her chaps and boots, leaving them by the door. Heading upstairs, the was the first in, as far as she knew, and took the oppertunity to have a shower.
After changing into jeans and a white singlet, she headed to the lounge room. She wore socks under her dark navy denim jeans, they were comfy and one was red, the other white. After switching on the radio, from which 'All Your Reasons' blasted, Lilly lay on the couch, staring at her odd socks. She waited for the others to return, recaling the events of the day.
[ Yay! 100th post! ]
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 9, 2008 19:55:16 GMT -5
Billie Joe was the next in, his dress in a state similar to Lilly's. His short black hair looked like he'd just crawled out of bed, his tired eyes completing the look. He walked with a slight limp, clearly hurting. He'd only had a few horses to ride due to most of the mares having two month old foals. Billie dragged himself upstairs and changed out of his mud-splattered jeans and shirt before going back down to join Lilly. He groaned as he sat down slowly on the couch. Ouch, he murmered, his eyes closing and his head leaning back against the couch.
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 14, 2008 5:49:54 GMT -5
Lilly gave Billie a wave as he came in, then moved over once he returned so he could sit down.
Hey. Are you okay?
She said, her tone and eyes showing concerned. He'd clearly hurt himself, but how? She wondered what might have happened.
[ ooc. Sorry for absence and about bad post, no time! ]
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 15, 2008 18:16:47 GMT -5
He turned his head so he could see Lilly. No, Billie groaned. He lifted his shirt where several hoof shaped marks had formed. I went out into the yearling pasture, figuring I'd catch a few and lead them around to get them more used to it. They did fine walking, so I decided to do a bit of trotting with one in each hand and they got a bit excited. Once they were excited, they thought they saw something and spooked, practically running me over. I think I got a few nasty cuts on my back, too. Billie put his shirt back down and leaned back once more. In fact, I probably have more everywhere.
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 17, 2008 5:50:07 GMT -5
Lilly frowned, wincing as she saw the marks. Ouch, that's gotta hurt. Next time let me help you, promise? She said, shaking her head. Tell you what, I have some ointment in my room. It doesn't sting and it soothes bruises and cuts SO well. She said. It was her ointment from home, but she had a full bottle. She used it when she got hurt, which was alot, and made of aloe vera and tiger balm, it helped everything. Pain, musclues, cuts, bruises. It was really soothing. I'll go get it, if you want.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 17, 2008 14:51:06 GMT -5
Okay, I promise. He said. I'd raise my right hand but I think they got that, too. An ointment that didn't sting? That seemed unlikely. He might look like a tough guy, but he was a baby when it came to stinging things. He considered this for a moment. He'd known Lilly the longest of any of them, since she'd been one of the first to come to Kingwood. All right, I guess that'd be fine.
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 18, 2008 0:37:06 GMT -5
Lilly grinned. She jumped up and disappeared headed to her room. After a few moments of searching she found the ointment. It was in a little tub. She also grabbed a flannel, soaked and damp with warm water. She came back down, jumping the last three steps of the stair case. She returned to the couch and passed it over. I swear it doesn't hurt, just feels weird. Kinda like tiger balm. Just rub it on. Oh, but you'll want to clean first with this. She offered the flannel, knowing his hands at least were dirty. She stayed in case he needed help.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 18, 2008 14:42:46 GMT -5
He wiped the remaining grime off his hands with the flannel, then stared at the tub of ointment silently. He wasn't afraid of it-not that much, at least-but the thought of moving made him sore. Billie continued to stare at the tub for a few more moments. I don't think I can move, he finally admitted, honestly. I can't even think about moving. Could..could you help?
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 19, 2008 1:12:54 GMT -5
Lilly frowned, it was that bad? She didn't think the ointment could fix this completely after all, only rest could, but it might help a bit. Sure. You must REALLY hurt, huh? She said, and started to smear a little across a bruise on his arm, carefully, gently.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 19, 2008 8:27:38 GMT -5
Billie nodded slightly. Oh yeah. They may be young, but they're pretty strong. When I fell, I must've hit a rock or something, then I rolled a little way pretty fast. I hit my head, I think, too. It's a miracle I don't have a concussion or amnesia or something. He groaned softly as she applied some to a bruise, dulling the pain a bit. What about you? You ever been banged up this bad?
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 24, 2008 4:40:03 GMT -5
Lilly winced, shaking her head slightly as he discribed the 'attack' in more detail. Do you want an icepack? She asked, thinking of it. At the question, she hesitated, biting her lip. Yeah. I have. A few times I looked like you, I got a mild concussion one or twice. She said with a half grimace, half smile. Lilly's hand not covered in ointment raised and lightly touched a scar on her temple.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 24, 2008 14:44:44 GMT -5
Billie shook his head slightly. Nah, I think it'll be okay. Doesn't hurt too bad right now. He watched her raise a hand to a faint scar on her temple. I've been lucky enough not to have that happen...not yet, anyways. A small smile played on his lips. So what happened to make you get that scar? A bad fall during a competition?
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 24, 2008 19:29:31 GMT -5
Lilly whiped her hand down, she hated the wierd sensation that flooded through her when she thought about that scar. She wanted to forget, but there was always something there to remind her. And she saw it everytime she looked in the mirror, felt it every time she was just about to fall asleep. Her smile gone, her gaze remained on the ointment in her hand. " You could say that. " She said after a moment. " I had won. I had done really well I was about to be nominated for the BEATS Squad. But when I rode home and... there was a car, and... Anyway, I was hospitalized, and my horse sent to a rehab centre. " She said softly, her eyes shut.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 24, 2008 22:19:43 GMT -5
Billie Joe listened intently, watched her body language. Her smile had vanished, her eyes shut as if trying to close off the memories. If only he wasn't so nosy. Billie painfully raised a hand to her temple, surprisingly soft fingers running along her temple gently, his touch as light as silk.
I'm sorry, he said. His voice sounded like it had been drizzled in honey, yet still rough somehow, raw. I didn't know. His emerald green eyes met hers for a moment before looking away shyly.
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 26, 2008 0:02:01 GMT -5
As he began to speak, and apologised, Lilly opened her eyes, and caught his bright green one with her own, coffee hued. She felt a cold chill as he touched her scar lightly, but she liked it. She held his gaze as he explained himself. Lilly, herself, remained silent from amoment, still her gaze holding his even once he looked away. After a moment she spoke. It's okay. You didn't know.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 26, 2008 7:45:34 GMT -5
She hadn't minded when he'd ran his fingers along her face-a good sign. He wasn't sure if there was anything between them. Well, he knew there wasn't anything yet. But maybe something could be coming. Something good, hopefully. Billie Joe looked back up again after she'd spoken. The silence grew as he struggled for something, anything to talk about. A lightbulb went off in his head after a moment or so, thankfully.
So, how's your foal doing?
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 27, 2008 5:14:16 GMT -5
Lilly smiled, appriciating his effort to change the subjuct after a somewhat awekwad moment. She and Billie had been two of the origanal few workers with Sasha and Jen. They had been there for so long, but it occoured to her that she hadn't really spent that much time with him. Riding was different, they'd ridden together, but just talkinng and hanging out was different. She smiled at him, her eyes serching his for something. Honest Feelings, Truth, Kindness, and Trust, were some of what she sub-conciously serched for in him. Cupid? He's great. Cute, defiatly, but cheeky.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 27, 2008 21:35:55 GMT -5
He stared right back at her as her eyes serached his. For what, he didn't know, and probably wouldn't find out. Billie wondered what she was really like. He figured there was more to her. After all, not many people in this house actually knew each other well. Sure, he'd been right here since the beginning, yet hardly knew where Sasha had come from, what her past held. He knew hardly anything about any of the others, execpt a bit about Gerard and Frankie. As he met her gaze full on, he wondered honestly what she was thinking, feeling inside that closed-off mind of hers. He is pretty cute, he admitted, pulling himself back into the conversation. But in the end, don't they all have that superior attitude? Well, most of the ones I've seen today, anyways. I mean sure, the ones that got me were yearlings, but I've seen the foals, and they pretty much all think they're on top of the world, too.
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Post by Cavalletti .x on Jan 28, 2008 1:07:33 GMT -5
Lilly laughed, and her eyes laughed with her voice. Yeah, I know what you mean. It's gonna be tough teaching them whos boss. She said, and her lips curved into a smile. Her gaze held his, and she wondered if he held any secrets, or mysteries. She herself had more to her story, alot more. But she wasn't sure she was read to tell someone, she couldn't fnd the words. Yet, at the same time she felt as though she needed to offload it all.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Jan 29, 2008 21:41:19 GMT -5
Billie watched the way her eyes danced as she laughed, reflecting the light that shone in the room. Ugh, don't remind me, he moaned as he leaned his head back against the couch once more. His eyes still bore into hers, wondering what she was thinking about. He could see she had something on her mind, but couldn't tell what. He was very much about knowing what was going on, so he asked her out right. What are you thinking about?
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