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[acacia joy walker]

and who do you think you are
RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS?

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Kaci made her way slowly down to the barn. She wasn't in a rush. She had an eternity of free time, it seemed like. Not that she minded. The more time to introduce herself to all the horses in the barn. Despite the fact that she didn't particularly look like the type, back home, Kaci had actually been a rather promising Dressage rider, but she hadn't had a chance to really ride in nearly two years. Not the way she would have liked, anyway. As she entered the barn, she drew in a deep breath, taking in the familiar, homey smell of the barn that she'd missed so much. It was like a drug or something. It was just killer to her that it had been so long since she'd been here.

She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head, her well loved Dressage boots padding softly on the dirt floor of the barn. She drew a deep breath, pushing her sleeves up to just below her elbows as she greeted a little paint gelding who seemed particularly friendly. She spent a few moments loving on him, the little black and white seeming to just drink it up. "How often do people come down here just to show you some love, huh boy?" Kaci asked him. "You seem like a good kid, huh" she said, giving his forehead a rub and then adjusting his forelock before moving onto the next horse, a big black Thoroughbred gelding. He was huge. Not that Kaci wasn't used to large horses. Still, even by her standards, the big black was big.

SLowly, the girl made her way down the aisle. Some of these horses were clearly western horses, a couple of them mustangs, most of them quarter horses, as fare as she could tell. There was any itty bitty bay gelding that she couldn't quite identify, but who was particularly sweet, if a bit head shy. Last, though, she came to a big chestnut mare, almost as big as the black Thoroughbred. Kaci thought she might be the warmblood. She was the friendliest of any of the horses that Kaci had met, clearly built for English riding. Kaci just felt a connection to the big mare. She couldn't even see over the horse's withers, being not particularly tall herself, but the mare's size didn't intimidated Kaci in the slightest.

"What's your name, gorgeous girl?" Kaci murmured, rubbing the mare's face. The chestnut just ate it up. Kaci wondered if this was what it felt like to fall in love with a horse. Her old mount had been a sorrel that looked sort of like this mare, although not nearly as large, but the name of Remmilina. Kaci had always just called her Mina, though. This horse's personality even kind of remind her of Mina, and the memory almost brought tears to her eyes. "I miss that horse. You're sort of like her, you know" Kaci murmured, as if the big mare could understand.

She smiled, glanced around, and then quietly let herself into the stall. She wasn't sure ifs he was supposed to, but she didn't really care. She wanted to get better acquainted with the mare. She wasn't looking for trouble, just that fix that she hadn't had in far too long. Forever, it seemed like. She drew a deep breath, resting her head against the mare's neck, just breathing in that scent, the scent that was the memory of her childhood in the flesh. It brought back images of dusty arenas and long drives to various Dressage competitions. She missed that, more than anything in the world. "Think we could be a team, huh?" Kaci asked. "Do you do Dressage, big girl? I bet you could learn if you don't. I bet we could do it" She smiled a the horse gave a little whuffle, as if she agreed with that statement. "Yeah, you're cute" she said, and then eyed the mare's back calculatingly. She made her way to the mare's side, glanced around the barn one last time to make sure there was really no one there, then hopped, until her belly was sprawled across the horse's back. "Easy girl" Kaci murmured breathlessly as the mare snorted, then swung herself on. She laughed, a little hysterically, as she flopped forward, hugging the horse's neck. "Oh, it's good to be back" she said.

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who do you think you are?

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notes; i like this girl. share the love?

[chase lynn jean]

Chase couldn’t believe his luck. He was stuck in the dump of the place on a nice Saturday morning when he could’ve been out clubbing with his friends and getting high. His hands itched for a smoke but no, it was bad for the environment. He sighed as he stared into the mirror in the bathroom. He was wearing a simple black shirt with blue jeans and worn out cow boy boots that had been his fathers. He exited out the door and down the stairs and stepped out into the fresh air. He had been living in smog and bad fumes for so long, that the nice air had made his lungs seize on him and coughing fits ruptured his body as he tried to get used to the clean air.

There was no sort of entertainment to be seen. His cell phone and Ipod were gone, taken at the first minute he had arrived and he had yet to call home. He blamed his parents for letting him come here, why not just let him rot in jail? That’s what he wanted. At least there would be technology and TV. He remembered the feeling he got from pulling her hair, his hand flexed as if she was right under his hand.

Sighing, he entered the barn, looking at all of the huge horses. He had at least one year of horseback riding experience. His parents had finally pulled him out of the house and forced him to take the class and then they’d leave him alone. Apparently, it didn’t work.

He walked through the barn, smelling horses and hay. Chase’s nose wrinkled at the smell, he hated that smell, and it was so disgusting. He continued to make his way until he saw a girl on top of a saddle-less horse. A smirk played on his lips as he continued forward, brushing his brown hair from his forehead. “I’m not sure if you’re supposed to be on top of the horses without permission or something like that,” he said gruffly, swinging his legs over stall door and balanced on it.

[acacia joy walker]

and who do you think you are
RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS?

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Kaci was aware of someone's presence in the barn long before the boy came into sight. She breathed a slight sigh of relief, glad that it was just another student and not an instructor or something. Pale green eyes were clearly sizing the boy up, her eyes sliding from his feet all the way up his body before finally sticking on his face, even as he swung himself onto the stall door. The mare snorted a little, and stepped forward, stretching her neck out, her nostrils flaring as she breathed in the boy's scent. Kaci stared at him blankly as he stated that he didn't think she was supposed to be up there without permission or something. She just stared at him for a long moment with a rather "you've got to be kidding me" look on her face. "Is this the expression of somebody who gives. a. fuck?" she demanded, giving a nice little pause between each of the last three words.

For some reason, she didn't think she liked this kid. He just had that high and might look on his face, like he thought he was the shit. There was the fact, too, that bitterness didn't look good on anybody, and this kid reeked of bitterness and anger. "Fuck off" she told him, and sprawled across the horse again, hiding her face on the opposite side of the mare's neck. Then again. She sat up again, her eyes watching the boy warily. He looked like he might have been the type to smoke the horse or something just to make her flip out. Not that Kaci really thought the horse would flip out about much, but still, she certainly didn't trust this dark haired boy.

SO DON’T COME BACK FOR ME
who do you think you are?

count; i'm lazy. clothes; click tag; open!
notes; baha. he gets her bitch side, apparently.

[chase lynn jean]

Chase only laughed as he continued to stay on the door. “Nice little potty mouth you have doll. Kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asked grinning. He liked this girl, she didn’t put up with his shit like someone he knew and she had no sense for rules. You’d think a girl like her would want to get out of this kind of place fast, so she would be little miss goody two shoes. He was the one being the goody two shoes this time. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…uhm,” he stuttered. If there was anything (very few) he was bad at, it was apologizing. A weird look graced his face and he pulled his strong brow forward.

Gah, why can’t I talk? His mind was reeling. Chase opened his mouth again and gave a small cry of frustration. This girl wasn’t that cute, but she had to be because he was speechless and it was very rare that he was speechless. “It wasn’t my place to say that to you,” he said through clenched teeth, going up to the mare and petting her side. He may not like animals, but he was never cruel to them, just humans, or his girlfriend, if you could count her as a human. An animal rage built up inside of him and he clutched his hand, his finger nails making moon crescents in the palm of his hand.

“Do you think…you want to go…riding with me sometime?” he asked, looking around the barn for a horse that caught his fancy. He had asked if he could go riding that evening and he had very little studying to do. He wanted to be friends with this girl, something inside of him wanted to reach out and be friends. It was a new feeling for him and it scared the hell out of him. What the hell is wrong with me? I want to reach out to her? God damn, this place acts fast doesn’t it?

[acacia joy walker]

and who do you think you are
RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS?

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She glared at him for a long moment as he asked if she had kissed her mother with that potty mouth. "Don't ever talk to me about my mother. Again. Fucktard." she snapped. Her face had turned a rather impressive shade of red as her temper rose. She watched with a raised eyebrow as his face contorted, and, just like that, she was fighting the urge to laugh at him. She knew it was the schizophrenia talking, but still, the look on the poor guy's face was rather comical.

"It wasn’t my place to say that to you,” She laughed a little bit. "You're right. You didn't" she agreed simply. She watched him jump of the stall door, maybe a little warily, still expecting him to do something stupid. Most guys had no idea what to do with a horse. There weren't a ton of people who'd ever been around them. Most people didn't even know how to handle them. She felt herself relax a little when it became apparent he wasn't going to do something to intentionally spook the horse and get her piled or smashed into a stall wall or something.

Do you think…you want to go…riding with me sometime? She laughed a little. "If you can keep up" she teased. Sadly, it was a probably true. Kaci had been riding for most of her life, and she was rather talented at it, too, the kind of talent that can't be learned, you have to just have. And it's like riding a bike--despite not having a chance to really truly ride since her father died two years ago, she was still every bit as good as she had been when she had been riding competitively in the Dressage ring. She glanced down at him and leaned over, extending her hand. "I'm Kaci Walker, by the way."

SO DON’T COME BACK FOR ME
who do you think you are?

count; i'm lazy. clothes; click tag; open!
notes; baha. he gets her bitch side, apparently.

[chase lynn jean]

Chase’s face lit up as he took her hand. “My name is Chase Jean,” he said shaking it. He went back to petting the mare, his hand running down her smooth hide. “So, why are you here?” In the back of his mind, he felt the anger that had always been there for women. The anger was boiling and he did his best to keep it down. It’s all this fresh air, it’s makes me pretty stupid, he thought. He turned sharply and looked in all of the stalls.

He finally stopped at a rather large horse, black as midnight. He was perfect, the gelding stared at him with dark brown eyes, almost challenging him in a way. He grabbed a lead rope and led the horse out of the stall, into the back room to pick out tack for him and then brush him down before he went out on the ride with Kaci.

Careful to keep his voice down, he said, “You know, you sure cuss a lot for a girl.” Even though he grew up in Portland, he hung out a lot of girls. Perhaps too many to count, but not one of those girls cussed him out the first day they met him. But of course, it was Chase’s good lucks and charms that got him out of trouble. After he was done brushing the horse, he put the tack on him. That took him all of five minutes and he was headed out the room with the horse behind him.

“Why don’t we go on the ride right now? You seem pretty comfortable on that horse bareback, but I don’t know if you’ll be pretty comfortable with me winning,” Chase said grinning and leaning against the wall, staring at her and the horse nosing his pockets for some kind of treat. “What do you say?”

[acacia joy walker]

and who do you think you are
RUNNING AROUND LEAVING SCARS?

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She laughed when he introduced himself as Chase Jean, his whole face seeming to light up. Geeze, well he was an easy pleaser, she thought to herself. So why are you here? It was an easy question, and Kaci jumped at the chance for shock factor. "Because I'm a crazy ass bitch" she responded with a slight laugh. "Literally. I'm schizzo. Voices in my head, the whole nine yards" she said with a nod. She did rather enjoy the look people consistently gave her when she told them she was schizophrenic. It almost made it worth it.

She slid off the horse as he walked away and started saddling the big black gelding she had been admiring earlier. She slipped off the mare's back and grabbed a halter. She didn't think she needed a bridle for the easy going mare. She burst out laughing when he said she seemed pretty comfortable bareback but how comfortable she was with him winning. "Dream on, Romeo" she said with a laugh as she swung easily onto the big mare's back, landing on her belly and swinging her leg over, giving the mare a pat. "Good luck" she said with a laugh as she waited for him to mount up. She glanced around a little apprehensively, dreading the idea of being found by the instructors and getting in trouble. HOwever, it would be totally worth it if she got to go on a real ride for the first time in forever...

SO DON’T COME BACK FOR ME
who do you think you are?

count; i'm lazy. clothes; click tag; open!
notes; baha. he gets her bitch side, apparently.

[chase lynn jean]

Chase swung his leg into the saddle with practiced ease and sat on the gelding waiting. The black gelding however had different ideas and started clawing at the ground with his hood. Chase gave a genuine laugh. “I think he’s ready to go.” He turned his dark brown eyes at the girl, his breath catching in his chest. She was truly a beatufiul girl, and he knew that. He shot his eyes over to the wall, not saying anything. He couldn’t. He heart was racing and this was the first time he didn’t feel like hurting a girl. He wanted to protect her and…well that’s what he was going to do. So what if she was schizo? He had an anger problem, more likely to hurt her and not help her.

Confusion ran through is mind, making his anger worse. He tightened his hands on the reins and snapped them, kicking the gelding in the sides. The horse gave a surprised snort, but took off running out of the barn, and down the trails. The hooves pounded on the ground, like his heart, out of rhythm and too fast to think. The wind whipped back his hair and he couldn’t care less. After a little bit, he pulled back the reins and slowed the horse down, he could feel the poor creature’s stomach heaving. He walked around him and soon enough, his breathing slowed down to a normal. He turned back on the trail and let the horse graze as he sat in the saddle, thinking.

Goddamn! he thought, his hand tightening. The horse felt his unease and started shifting with the emotions he could feel. He looked up, past the trees, hoping to see her, wondering how the hell he was going to explain his exit to her. But…there was nothing to explain.