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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Feb 24, 2013 19:02:16 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"The day had been lovely. The sun had graced the world with its presence and chased away the fading winter chill. Classic Louisiana weather. It had been perfect weather for her and Sam to spend the day together. Sundays were always Sam’s days, just like most Saturday night were spent at home with him, and Wednesday evenings where supper away from home; away from the mother who ignored him when he grew too clingy and from the caretakers who presented themselves on Tuesdays and Thursdays to check up on him and Lillian. Home right now for him was technically anywhere around her but also the apartment in the city close to the case worker who lead their case. Addison crouched down, opening her arms to her baby brother. He pouted and turned away from her, into the pants leg of the social worker who would walk him home and settle him in for the night. Mondays and Fridays were the only nights he spent alone. Addison frowned and signed to the little boy who took in her hand signals through long eye lashes. He shook his head and leaped forward into her arms, burying his head in her neck. Addison picked the boy up. He was only 5 years old, but he was a small child. He looked exactly like her, dark wavy hair and big green eyes. His were considerably lighter though. She swung him from side to side and hummed into the device in his ear, partially hidden by his long hair. She smiled at the social worker, Matthew, who had become a very dear friend through it all. He’d been working with Sam on his own time, trying to get the boy to open up. He’d only been two when the events that took their father from them happened. He didn’t remember James and she was glad that was so. But it wasn’t necessarily a good thing in the long run. The boy was closed off around men and didn’t make friends well at the daycare he was forced to attend during the day. Technically he should be in kindergarten, but until everything at home had been worked out, it had been decided he should not attend. Matthew and Addison talked briefly as they walked down the sidewalk, heading towards the school’s main entrance. They stopped as they reached the gravel road that led up to the school. Addison sighed as she shifted Sam, who had nearly fallen asleep on her shoulder. She planted a soft kiss to his cheek which woke him up a bit more. He turned his head to her, wrapping his arms tightly around her neck before allowing her to hand him over to Matthew. She stood at the gravel road, waving them good bye as Matthew carried off Sam. Addison sighed and adjusted her bag before turning to the school. The sun was still moderately high, it was only midafternoon, but she had studying to do. Otherwise she would have spent more time with her baby brother. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she made the slow trek up to the school. Her feet unwillingly carried her to the park and then past the stables. She paused, wondering if Trevor was still here. It had been a week since they met and she’d been busy taking her exams to qualify her as a sophomore, so she hadn’t any chance to go out in public again. Until yesterday when she went home. She walked hesitantly up to the stables, earning a weird look from another girl who was leading a horse from one of the paddocks into the stables. Yea, her dress was most certainly not suited for horses. She’d dressed that morning to a day out walking all around town with her baby brother. The only thing that probably earned her points where the boots she’d chosen to wear that morning in favor of the high heels she’d had in her closet at home. Just as she was about to bit the bullet and walk into the barn, her cell phone rang. She stepped away from the barn, hearing a few startled horses snort in discomfort at the very loud blaring of her phone. She grew worried for a moment, thinking something had happened with Sam. She answered it without looking at the screen. ”Matthew? What’s wrong? Is Sam okay?” she asked right away. There was no answer on the other line. She frowned and asked for Matthew again. She looked at the caller ID upon getting no answer once more. Her face grew pale at the sight of ‘UNKNOWN NUMBER’ that flashed across her screen. If this had been a phone she’d gotten of her own accord and giving it to any friends, she wouldn’t have been worried. But this phone was only a few months old and the only people who had the number were social workers and Sam. ”Hello? Who is this?” she asked in a firm voice. The voice that answered made her blood run cold and fire build in her eyes. ”How did you get this number?” she snapped in a low voice. ”And what on earth possessed you to call me, of all people?”There was no reply. She knew who it was though; she’d never forget that voice. Her free hand gripped the dog tags under her shirt. James. He said something in response to her, his voice very clipped. He was very quick in what he told her and very quick in hanging up. She stared ahead, gripping the phone with white knuckles. She refused to believe what he had just told her; she had no reason at all to believe him. But he’d sounded as sincere as she remembered him and it was not something she could easily ignore. She stared at her phone, completely at a loss of what to do. Words: nine hundred seventy four Notes: blah Outfit: CLICK!Tune: Skyscraper by Demi Moore, covered by Maddi Jane Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 4, 2013 21:36:38 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/trevortable.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(120),w(460),sy] Trevor stood in the center of the ring as his class moved in a canter around the outside of the ring. He tapped his fingers against his thigh. He had traded his normal english riding wear for jeans and a plaid shirt. This was one of the very few classes of western riding he taught. He didn’t have anything against western, he just had more english than western riders. He clapped his hands a few times to signal the end of class. ”Good job everyone! Cool ‘em down and put away for the night.” He headed back to the barn, stopping for a moment at Moon’s stall to give the gelding some attention before heading up the stairs to his office. He stood at his windows and looked out over the stalls and over the busy students cleaning, feeding, and socializing. Walking back to his desk he plopped down in his chair, sighing. He had everything he wanted, a good job running a stable of his own, good students who did what they were told without watching them, and a good horse. He should be happy, right?
No, wrong. There was one thing he wanted and it seemed to have eluded him. Addison. The picture of the tiny brown haired girl floated through his mind. She had run off at their first and last meeting, saying something about a Sam. He scowled at the name. It must be her boyfriend, who else could it be? He hadn’t learned as much as he had hoped to learn about her either. She had successfully avoided the stables too. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his pen to do some inventory sheets. Might as well not brood on the subject. It was best to leave the past in the past and to move on.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 4, 2013 22:04:40 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"The teenager stood at the fence for a while, watching as students one by one caught horses from paddocks and returned them to stalls and vice versa. Why would he call and inform her of an auction house holding a horse sale today? He hadn’t said anything other than that. There was something James had not told her and it was beginning to drive her insane. James wouldn’t call without reason, especially after he’d been dead to her for two years. Addison took out her phone and texted the number, hoping he’d respond. She placed her phone on a post and pulled her hair up off her neck, twisting it around and using the rubber band on her wrist to hold it up in a messy bun. Her phone gave off the tune for a text message and she took a breath before she read it. Romeo.One word and to anyone it would have meant anything, but to Addison her world screeched to a halt. Romeo. He had found her beloved Romeo. And he was telling her to go there if she wanted him back. Of course she did. Romeo wasn’t supposed to have been sold off honestly. But could she take him back? Where would she put him, obvious Briar Creek wasn’t fit for any horses and no doubt boarding at the school costed money. She had money saved up, a good bit actually. When James had sold Romeo and some of the stock, he’d wired some of the money into a secret account for Addison. She’d always planned on using that money to help her and Sam get the hell out of this place. But it was Romeo.Addison pocketed her phone and took off like a shot to the barn. It didn’t matter if she was going to buy him back or not, she need to at least see him, see if he was okay. One problem, though. She didn’t even know where the auction house was. But she had an idea of who might. Trevor. She winced as a student leading a horse shouted at her for running like a madman around the corner, almost running over the boy. Addison was lucky it was a calm horse, otherwise he might have freaked out. ”Sorry!” she called over her shoulder as she ran down the aisle. It was indeed a good thing she’d worn boots instead of high heels. Or rather a good thing she preferred comfort over fashion! Her muscles were complaining a good bit, without a proper warm up and she hadn’t gone jogging the last week too. She almost passed up Trevor’s door, she was sprinting so fast. She snagged the door frame with her hand as she stumbled passed the office, effectively whipping her back around. She lost her balance and fell rather ungraciously against the door frame, slamming her shoulder. ”Where’s the nearest auction house from here?!” she asked in a rush. She panted and blinked, realizing she probably looked like a mad man and sounded like a drunk; she’d been talking very fast. She bent over her knees for a moment, catching her breath. She stood when she had gained her composure, her fingers holding a death grip on the hem of her dress. ”I’m sorry to barge in on you, especially when I left in such a hurry last week, but I need your help, its important!”Words: five hundred fifty six Notes: blah Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 8, 2013 21:18:23 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/trevortable.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(120),w(460),sy] Trevor sighed and sat back, tossing his pen onto the desk. This paperwork was for the birds. He had much better things he could be doing with his time. He glanced at his computer, sitting unused. He really wanted to check out the auction’s website to look over their horses for any good lesson horses. The problem was that they lacked the funds to buy and take care of anymore horses. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair when the sound of footsteps running up the stairs to his office caught his attention. He turned in his chair, raising an eyebrow when the petite form of Addison came flying around the corner, almost running past his office when he hand shot out and grabbed the door jamb and she came to ungraceful stop against the door jamb. Where’s the nearest auction house from here?! Trevor blinked at her, taking in her appearance. He hadn’t seen her since their first encounter and now she was just bursting into his office asking questions. And she was still just as beautiful.
No, he would not go there. ”It’s about a 45 minute drive away. Why?” He watched her catch her breath. Something was up. She wouldn’t just be bursting into his office without a good reason. I’m sorry to barge in on you, especially when I left in such a hurry last week, but I need your help, its important! When she reminded him of last week, he scowled and spun his chair around and fired up his computer. ”If it’s so important, why don’t you get Sam to help you?” He sat scowling at the computer screen. He remembered how pissed off he had been when she had just up and left. To think, the entire time he had been thinking that maybe… But no. She had left in a hurry for Sam. Yet as he looked at the computer he found himself looking up the website for the auction and making his way to it.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 8, 2013 22:09:25 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"Forty five minutes! Addison blinked at Trevor’s reply, the words sinking in. It was afternoon already, the auction house had probably gone through the majority of the horses, if not all. Damnit, why didn’t James call earlier! She might have been able to get there on her own, but now... Argh, damnit! Addison stared at Trevor with a confused look at Trevor’s sharp, bitter words. Sam? What could Sam do, he was a 5 year old deaf boy! What was Trevor’s problem?! Ugh, she didn’t have time for this. Addison smacked her hand against the doorframe in frustration, letting out an annoyed growl. She threw her hands up. ”You know what, forget I even asked! I’ll just go myself!” Addison turned around and walked into the aisle. She took her phone out and took a moment to compose herself. If she was going to call him back, she’d be taking a step down a road she didn’t really want to go down. Words: one hundred sixty seven Notes: sorry so short! Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 9, 2013 21:04:43 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/trevortable.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(120),w(460),sy] Trevor stared at the screen. It was a late auction tonight, it hadn’t even started yet and there didn’t seem to be too many horses available. What in the world could she want at the auction? He winced at the loud bang that came from her hand hitting the doorway but he didn’t turn around. She could go ahead and throw a little teenager bully fit, he wasn’t about to deal with petty drama.
You know what, forget I even asked! I’ll just go myself! Go? Go to the auction herself?! Trevor heard her stomping footsteps walking away and spun around, staring at the now empty doorway. He should just let her go by herself. What did he care? She didn’t need him. She had Sam. Yet he found himself standing up and grabbing his coat and truck and trailer keys and running out the door, grabbing a halter as an after thought. ”Wait, Addison!” he caught up to her, a scowl on his face. ”Let’s go. You better have a damn good reason for wanting to go to this auction. And you better damn well know you’re going to explain everything to me on the way there.” he growled, stomping down the hallway. Well, fuck. She had him wrapped around her finger and she didn’t even know it.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 10, 2013 16:09:42 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"Ugh, this day was NOT her day. It had started out perfect, waking to her little brother’s sleeping form curled around her and having the chance to spend the day with him. She should have known it would only last for so long. Now she had to find a way to figure out how to get to the auction house on her own. Not doubt she could take a bus, but she was highly doubtful it would take her the whole way there. Tears of frustration were beginning to make their ways down her cheeks. She scrubbed at her cheeks furiously and pressed the call button for James. Suddenly Trevor ran out, calling for her. She turned to him, hearing the phone ring a few times before she hung up. She stared at Trevor as he stomped past her. She flinched at his obvious anger, completely baffled with what she had done to put him such a bad mood. Alright, she had an idea, but he’d been in a bad mood from the very beginning. She hung back for a moment before running after him, ignoring his harsh words to the best of her abilities. Fuck it, she couldn’t ignore them. When she climbed into the passenger seat she made herself as small as she could, feeling the dark cloud of despair closing in on her. She was having to rely on someone else yet again. Her phone rang. She glanced at Trevor from the corner of her eye. She answered her phone without a second glance, knowing who was on the other line. Her voice was sharp, to the point, but quiet so Trevor wouldn’t hear it so easily. ”I swear to freaking Neptune, James, if Romeo is not there, I will find out where you are and making it my personal life goal to drown you! You walked out on us when we needed you the most, you have no right to want back in! No right! Don’t you dare call me again!”Words: three hundred fifty Notes: blah Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 11, 2013 15:21:50 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/trevortable.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(120),w(460),sy] As Trevor hooked up the trailer to the truck he was still fuming. He got in the truck, slamming the door, and left the stable, glancing at Addison who seemed to be trying to shrink into the seat. Good. He smirked and looked out at the road, focusing his eyes on the road. Even when her phone started ringing, he didn’t look over at her. He was furious. Not at her for giving him attitude, or even for the whole Sam situation, but at the fact that he had so easily given in to her. He should have just finished his paperwork and left her to do whatever the hell she wanted to. But no, he had followed her and now they were on their way to the auction house. As if he really had time to be doing this in the first place. He sighed and glanced at her again, noticing that she was talking on the phone very quietly. But he was part wolf, please, he could hear a pin drop if he paid attention.
He listened to her conversation, raising an eyebrow. James? Romeo? Now what the fuck was going on. There was too much in that one paragraph, too much unexplained information that he had been trying to gather on their first meeting. No, this was just too much for him, and as Addison hung up the phone he slammed on the brakes and pulled off the road, turning his four ways on and sending up a prayer that the trailer hadn’t tipped. ”Now,” he said, turning his gaze to Addison, eyes dark with irritation. He was not going into this until he knew what he was dealing with. ”You will tell me what the hell is going on, right now, Addison. We are not moving until you tell me, and if you choose not to, I will choose to turn around and go back to the stables.” He gaze was steady on Addison, his subconscious willing her to tell him so that he could help her in any way he could.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 11, 2013 21:39:29 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"It took everything Addison had to stop herself from drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs so she could hide in her arms. The dress she was wearing would certainly not allow that action, even if she had spanks underneath, it was still not very lady-like. So instead, she chose to hide behind her hair, which was undone from its clip now for the soul purpose of creating a mental and physical barrier between her and the very angry werewolf in the driver’s seat. She gave a yelp as the truck’s brakes were slammed, sending her crashing into her seat belt and then bouncing back into seat. Her head spun with the whiplash as Trevor pulled over. She visibly flinched as his dark eyes turned to face her, pressing her back against the door. Fuck, why was she this scared? He wouldn’t hurt her, she knew that, but part of her hyped up brain was suddenly terrified of everything that moved. Maybe the fact that James had somehow contacted her on a private number had her freaked out. Addison turned her dark, wide eyes to Trevor, a tremor running through her body at his demanding tone. Tell him what? The deep dark secrets of her family? No, he didn’t deserve to know that, not when he was so angry at her for a reason she could not think of. He had no right taking his frustrations of a bad day out on her. She wanted to bad to tell him these things, but the dark little void was calling her name. She turned her face away from Trevor to stare at the dashboard, her lips trembling trying to hold back the tears of frustration. ”When we sold off the livestock of Briar Creek, there was one horse who was never supposed to be sold. He’s at the auction tonight...I...have to see him...to know the price tag James placed on him for something...” her voice was barely more than a whisper. Romeo had been hers, her birthday present from her father and the very last object she had to remember him by. Words: three hundred fifty-five Notes: blah Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 12, 2013 15:28:56 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/trevortable.jpg] [atrb=cellPadding,5,true][scrolly:h(120),w(460),sy] Trevor listened to her explanation, narrowing his eyes at her. She hadn’t looked him in the eye, and she was lying. Perhaps not fully lying, but there was more to this entire story. He continued to stare at her for a moment, and then with a sigh he put the truck in gear and pulled back out on the road. The auction would be starting soon, and if she was really serious about getting the horse back they would have to hurry. He could tell that this horse, he assumed Romeo, really meant something to her. He knew the feeling and couldn’t not help her at least attempt to get this horse back. He glanced at her again as he drove, the silence between them becoming too much for him. ”So here’s a question. What are you going to do if he is here at this auction? Do you have the money to buy him?” He hoped she had her own funds because he sure as hell didn’t. He had struggled with balancing the stables budget, secretly adding in some of his own funds to get them through. He’d been doing this for a long time now and he was always stretching to make his own ends meet. He loved the stable, but sometimes it just didn’t pay enough. A flare of irritation ran through him as he thought of how much the school administration didn’t care about the stable. Perhaps he could start a fundraiser to help the stable. He knew the students he had loved to ride and would do anything to save the stable. He turned his wandering mind back to the situation at hand and waited for Addison’s response. She was being awful quiet about this whole situation, and he hoped she planned on getting Romeo back through legal means. She didn’t seem the type to steal anything, especially a horse. Then again, she just continued to surprise him.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 12, 2013 18:31:28 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"Honestly, she wasn’t really lying to him. Romeo wasn’t supposed to have been sold; her father had spent years looking for the perfect horse for her. Romeo would have stayed with her, regardless if Briar Creek went down. She didn’t want to spill her life story to him; she hadn’t told anyone who hadn’t known about it already and she didn’t plan on it either. Besides, why should he know? Despite him helping her, whom she would no doubt be grateful for in the future, he would probably never be more than a friend or mentor. There were only a few thousand Akhal-Teke’s in the world. Even less in the North Americas. James had sold off Dual Ray and Romeo as fast as he could in his mental breakdown, but he wasn’t so far gone that he’d taken chump change for them. An unbroken stud colt wasn’t nearly as desired as a broke gelding; but for one of the rarest breeds in the world, Romeo was the picture perfect specimen. Halter broke and handled, but young enough to influence and unbroken so they could break them in their chosen discipline. And even better; he could later be bred. She had no clue what she would do if Romeo was there. She had originally decided that she just needed to see him, to know he was fine and healthy and grown. But with the horse trailer behind her and the three thousand in her account from Romeo’s original sell, then some from the wired amount of the wholesale stock, she would more than likely try her best to get him back. Despite the tension between them, Addison couldn’t help but give a small smile at Trevor’s questions. ”Oh, I have the money. I was going to use to get the hell out of New Orleans when I graduated. Romeo isn’t exactly your everyday horse.” Words: three hundred twelve Notes: mine’s not much better xD. I did research on sales of Akhal-tekes and even with the horse market in the dumps, they still average about four grand for a young horse. One stallion sold for 40,000. So I figured about three thousand would be a good price for a broke, stud colt Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 18, 2013 13:18:04 GMT -6
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Trevor was still brooding as he drove the truck. They were soon at the auction and had made it with little time to spare. He knew there was more to this story. She seemed so angry when she talked on the phone to whoever it was. If she thought he was a stupid country boy, she was in for the quite the surprise. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, marveling at how he was still angry at her, yet he was still attracted to her. He sighed, how had he managed to get into this situation? He had wanted to move here and find a good, steady job, and find someone he could spend the rest of his life with. But he hadn’t pictured that someone being one of his students. It just seemed he couldn’t get a break in life. Nothing could turn out easy for him. Oh, I have the money. I was going to use to get the hell out of New Orleans when I graduated. Romeo isn’t exactly your everyday horse. Trevor glanced at her again. Leave? And go somewhere where he wasn’t?
He shook himself mentally. No, that didn’t matter. They couldn’t amount to much anyway. It just didn’t seem like it was feasible, and for some reason, that depressed him. ”Good, good… Glad I won’t be assisting you in any crimes today then.” He pulled into the auction and put the truck in park. ”Let’s go, it’s starting in a minute.” He jumped out of the truck and led the way into the auction ring and found himself and Addison a seat. He sure hoped she knew what she was doing.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 18, 2013 18:04:11 GMT -6
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Post by TREVOR LEE MOYER on Mar 28, 2013 21:37:14 GMT -6
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Trevor sat next to Addison and watched each horse enter and leave the ring. He was looking for any good prospective lesson horses. He did have a bit of money set aside for some new ones, but not much. He glanced at Addison every now and then and noticed how anxious she was. This horse must really mean something to her. He was slightly irritated that she wouldn’t tell him anymore of the story behind this horse. She just brushed it off with a simple explanation, but he wasn’t that stupid.
When Addison jumped to her feet, he knew this was the horse they had come here for. His eyes grew wide as the beast crashed into the arena, neighing and bucking the entire way, an abandoned lead rope trailing behind him. He was quite a beautiful horse. An Akhal Teke. Trevor would know any horse of that breed anywhere, the distinct golden shimmer coming through in his coat. He continued to trot around the arena, powerful muscles moving under his skin. THIS was the horse he was supposed to trailer 45 minutes back to the stable?
He looked over at Addison. ”You’re kidding me, right? There is no way in hell we can get him safely back to the stable, let alone from the stall here into the trailer!” He turned back to the arena as Romeo neighed angrily. She was sure to win him too, because no one else would be stupid enough to bid on this horse. ”When you get him for dirt cheap, you can use the rest of your saved money to buy me a new trailer. Or pay for my medical bills.” He sat back and crossed his arms, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to convince her not to bid on the horse and that they were in for an adventurous night.
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Post by ADDISON ELISE WALKER on Mar 28, 2013 23:12:10 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] | [atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Addisontable1middle_zps2c0801e3.jpg]"Speech"Her dark eyes were riveted to the glimmering ball of angry stallion. She could see from here his powerful muscles, and while the Akhal Teke was a lean breed, he was much skinner than he should be. Her expert eyes could pick out a neglect case when she saw one. They’d once had a mare brought to them. She’d been abused and Addison silently hoped that Romeo’s mad behavior wasn’t the after effects of abuse. Her hand shot up as the announcer began the bids and it was obvious with the stallion’s attitude, and murmuring crowd, that this wasn’t going to be much of a bidding war. She only had to raise her bid twice against another man but he had backed quickly. The gates opened and for a moment, Romeo looked apprehensive. But he saw it as a chance at freedom and quickly ran into the gated alleyway to be corralled for his new owner to pick him up. She winced at Trevor’s words and could feel his heated glare. It was too much. Tears pricked her eyes as she finally stood up to his unreasonable behavior. Well, okay, it was maybe perhaps slightly reasonable. ”Shut up!” She wheeled about, tears of anger and frustration threatening to spill out of her tightly scrunched eyes. Her face was red as she clenched her fists at her sides. ”Whatever the hell I did, I’m sorry! But I’m not letting anyone treat me like a door mat again, least of all you! You don’t know a damn thing about, so get off your high horse!”With that, tears beginning to leak down her cheeks, she turned and bolted out of the stands. She ran as fast as she could, and with her being in shape and an ex-cross country runner, it was pretty damn faster. Once she was in the shadows of the stands, she took a moment to regain her breath and scrubbed at her wet cheeks. Then she took a deep breath and proceeded to walk to the barns where they held the horses who had sold until pick up. She was down the panel corrals and temporary stalls. Now all she had to do was listen for Romeo, he’d no doubt be making a scene in close quarters if the arena performance was anything to go on. Only she heard nothing. That was strange. She walked the corrals for a moment, finally asking someone where the buckskin Akhal Teke had gone. She was directed quickly and given a sympathetic look. Evidently they had seen Romeo’s performance. Addison walked in the direction she was pointed and finally caught a glimpse of shimmering gold hide. She resisted the urge to bolt, knowing a riled up stallion would only freak out more if she ran to it. She quickened her pace to see the stallion standing alone in a far corner, eyes rolling white, neck weaving, and tail lashing. He kicked out at the panel behind him, eyeing the man closest to him. Addison bit her lip as she saw the black marks of scars long his forelegs and face. It hadn’t been a trick of the arena lights or him moving about so much; he was skinny. ’You have your work cut out for you, Addy.’ Addison whipped around to stare at an all too familiar face. Dark hair, a few shades lighter than her own, but the same dark green eyes and pointed ears. ”James...” she wanted to scream, shout, hit him, anything to show him just how much pain he had put her through. Sam didn’t remember him, or at least he never said he did. He’d been three almost four when James left, now he was five coming up on six. Surely the young boy remembered James. He just refused to say so. ’I’m making sure you don’t get hurt, Mother wouldn’t like that.’It hit like a tune a bricks. The anger. Not only did he have the nerve to call her, he showed up in person! ”Mother dearest doesn’t care about anything now a days. But if you hadn’t abandon us, you would have known that. You gave up the right to care about me years ago.” She looked back at the buckskin stallion, noticing his weaving neck was not from anger, but rather an effort to fight sleep. Sedatives. Anger, deep rooted and fed for years, bubbled up from within. Romeo was never going to trust her now. She turned. ”Go, before I do something I regret.” She turned to press her forehead against the cool panels to cool her hot face, staring at her reflection in the water trough on the other side of the fence. She felt a hand on her shoulder and with a loud scream, whipped around, hand raised to lash out. The water responded, leaping from the trough, soaking her in the process, and whipping across James’ face. The man gave a startled cry as he stumbled back, not expecting that in the least. Addison had never once shown the ability for water manipulation other than being able to grow gills and webbed feet for swimming. Blood feel in a thin stream down the man’s cheek as he stood, staring at his little sister. ”I said leave.” Words: 862 Notes: DUN DUN DUUUUUN. Outfit: CLICK!Tune: <3 Tag: Trevor/LOVEYY
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