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[( LARAFOO )]

AINSLEY HARPER;
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack,
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
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Ainsley Harper did not belong here. There were several reasons why this was so, and they were as such; firstly, she was older than everyone else here. At twenty, she had at minimum two years of life over the rest of the Windsor students. She had been throwing tantrums when they were sliding out of birth canals. This made her feel old. Secondly, they were all very serious, very rich, very talented riders. Ainsley was not serious, about anything, excluding partying. She liked winning, which was probably her only drawcard. She wasn't rich; her father was rich. And she was talented, but nowhere near driven enough to back her talent up. And thirdly, she looked completely, utterly, totally different to everyone within a ten-mile radius.

She stood in the middle of the yard, hands on hips, a frown hidden behind ridiculously oversized sunglasses. The students bustling around her, leading horses, carrying saddles, chatting happily, gave her a wide berth as they moved. They were all dressed in very practical breeches and polos, of differing styles and colors, but nonetheless, typical barn wear. Ainsley, on the other hand, was decked out radically different. Where they wore breeches, she wore geometric-pattered black and white leggings. Where they wore pastel polos, she wore a bright blue Mickey Mouse shirt. And where they had on muddy paddock boots, Ainsley wore black leather boots bedazzled with chains and metal studs. Her sunglasses covered half her face and underneath the shades, she had black glitter ringing her eyes. Her hair was teased to a ridiculous height, blonde tangles reaching down to her waist. She looked like some kind of novelty Barbie doll won at a carnival, and she didn't give a flying fuck.

Hands planted firmly on hips, she waited like a statue, surveying the scene before her. Windsor was gorgeous, she would admit that much. But her mind wouldn't be made up until she found the nearest club or bar. There was a crunch of tyres on gravel behind her, and she spun, situating her sunglasses on top of her head as she waited for the driver to get out of the cab. You're late, she said bitchily, not waiting for the driver's response before walking to the back of the trailer and unhitching the ramp. After a small struggle, she managed to convince the palomino inside to back out of the trailer, and soon Merrylegs was surveying his new home. Dump his stuff outside his stall, I'll get it later. Cheers. She commanded the driver. He rolled his eyes and grumbled, but it wasn't Ainsley's problem. Her dad was paying this dude to drive Merry over to Windsor, he could shut up and do as he was told. Aine planted a kiss on Merry's soft muzzle and waited while the driver unloaded the heavy tack trunk and the myriad of other bits of equipment that the palomino required. When the trailer drove away, Ainsley led the horse inside to his new home, cross-tying the curious horse and stripping off his travel gear. How about a bath, gorgeous? She questioned the muscled gelding. Collecting the shampoo and other things she needed, Ainsley clipped on a lead rope and led him to the shower bay she'd seen earlier.

It was empty, but Ainsley doubted it would remain that way. It was a lovely sunny day, and many of the riders would be keen to take advantage of the warm weather and bathe their horses. She cross-tied Merry and turned on the water, testing it on herself first before wetting the gelding. Merry closed his eyes and snoozed in the sunshine, patiently relaxing while his owner bathed him. Ainsley squinted against the glare of the sun and pushed her shades back onto her nose. Soaking Merry's forelegs, Aine itched her nose ring absently. When was someone in this stupid place going to say hello to her, or were they all too scared to approach the ridiculous blonde? She smirked at the thought and uncapped the shampoo, preparing to lather the big palomino.
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Lyrics: Tik Tok
Artist: Ke$ha
Outfit: here, love
Notes: I'm going to request
that just one character join
this thread, I can't really
handle more than one at
the moment, lul. So first
in first served with the
epic Ke$ha character. (:

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CARVER;;
you may never be on a maybelline commercial
but you always let me know when you got some purple
see i can't let you walk away
you need to light one with me

Carver allowed a small sigh to escape the confines of his mouth as he led both of his equines down the aisle. At. The. Same. Time. Now, that would not be a problem for someone who owned to normal horses, but for Carver it was a problem. Because when you own the horses from hell, leading them side by side isn't very intelligent. Especially when they are intent on irritating one another. So down the long corridor he went, holding his horses' at arms' length from each other. He had just gotten back from a strenuous exercise, in which he had incorporated both horses to save time.

And now he was paying.

The trio took up half of the walkway, not that Carver really gave any amount of a fuck. He was going to wash them off, dammit. The eighteen year old breathed a sigh of relief when they reached the shower bays, thankful that neither of his horses had snapped at each other. But he was thankful too soon. He managed to tie up his cremello mustang without a problem, looping the pink lead around the iron bars of the stall, and then hooking her halter up to th cross ties for an extra measure. However, when he was busy fixing Lucifer's red lead rope in a similar fashion, the palomino threw his head over at CiCi, his mustang, a harsh whinny erupting from his mouth. The mare responded by pinning her ears against her skull and raising her chin with a defiant snort. "Fuck." The boy cursed gently, undoing his work with the rope. Instead, he led his stallion a stall over from CiCi, next to a friendly looking palomino. Repeating the process, he stepped back to admire his work. Separating his two horses had been the smartest thing he'd done all day. A smirk settling itself on his features, he turned to the palomino's owner, and suppressed the urge to gape. She didn't look like the 'Windsor type'. Dressed in what he guessed was her own, made up fashion, he scolded himself for thinking that way. It's not like he looked like he belonged either. Granted he wasn't as out of place as she was, but still.

"Hey. Can I borrow that shampoo?" His voice sounded, as Carver pointed a finger at the bottle she was squeezing all over her horse. The teenager shifted closer, the spurs on his cowboy boots making a tiny jingle as he did so. Outfitted in a pair of old grey jeans, and a plain white v-neck the boy looked as he usually did when at the barn. The only thing missing were his sunglasses.

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outfit; HERE, BBY.
notes; THAT WAS SO FREAKING EVERYWHERE. oh. my. god. i'm so sorry. i haven't roleplayed him in a while, so i'm not exactly sure how to do it. i guess i'm in transitioning out of sky mode. x)

[( LARAFOO )]

AINSLEY HARPER;
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack,
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
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She was almost certain that her gelding was asleep as she lathered him up, the soapy bubbles covering her arms, the sweet fragrance tickling her nose. Merrylegs was always bouncing about, moving, jumping, never standing still. Right now, however, he was as quiet and still as a portrait. Ainsley quirked an eyebrow but took advantage of the gelding's compliance and scrubbed his coat quickly with the shampoo. She was beginning to get wet herself, even though this wasn't bath time for Ainsley. Carefully avoiding the puddles on the cement, she stepped around Merry to lather his other side. She became engrossed in her task, aimless thoughts wandering around in her brain as she scrubbed the palomino clean. If she had lunch soon, she could take Merry for a ride in the afternoon, which would mean that she could get back to the dorm around six after all the stables chores. Jump in the shower and be in a club by eight. It sounded like a plan. Ainsley wasn't worried about going out without a friend or companion. She had done it a hundred, a thousand times before. She would quickly make a few friends, and equally as quickly lose them once she got really trashed. Wake up somewhere, hopefully in her dorm room, and repeat the recipe. It was a dead-end life in the long term, but for the short term it was exactly what she wanted.

Her prediction that the shower bays wouldn't remain empty came true as a boy approached them with a horse in each hand, making quite a racket as he came down the stable aisle. Ainsley watched him with amusement from behind her shades. The boy looked awkward with his arms stretched out on either side, but also supremely confident. Like he knew that even looking awkward, he still looked better than you in your best moment. Ainsley liked his confidence, and watched interestedly as he tied up one horse and then the other. The first horse didn't seem to like this, and the boy's abrupt swear startled Merry out of his slumber. The palomino began dancing on his lead instantly, excited at the commotion. Ainsley grumbled, instantly hating the boy. It was so much easier to wash Merry when he was asleep. Now, with the new arrivals, there was no way he'd settle down.

It was lucky her sunglasses were so huge, because the look Aine shot the boy would turn anyone to stone. Merry was bouncing about in place and it was increasingly hard to wash him. Ainsley was just glad the boy had two horses to deal with, and she was not going to help him. There. Served him right for waking up her horse. The boy noticed her finally, and practically had to hold his jaw together. Aine let a small smirk slide across her features. Quickly, though, he recovered after seeing her appearance, and even seemed a little envious of it. What was with this dude? First he woke up her horse, and now he seemed jealous of a trailer-trash girl? Weirdest dude ever, officially. Ainsley ignored him and lathered Merry's coat, squeezing on a little more shampoo. The boy was speaking to her, and Aine looked up with surprise. He wanted to borrow her shampoo? After completely disrupting her peaceful bath session? She stared at him incredulously, then flipped the bottle over Merry's back, hoping the boy was a good catch. Thanks for waking up my horse, by the way. I really appreciate that. Her tone was snarky as she replied, her words in total contrast to the kind gesture she'd just made of handing him her shampoo. Who came to a shower bay without shampoo, anyway? Stupid idiot. She peeked at him again, realising that he was actually quite attractive. She spoke again, her brain not filtering her mouth, as usual. You're cute. What's your name?
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Lyrics: Tik Tok
Artist: Ke$ha
Outfit: here, love
Notes: Yaaay, posting with Ke$ha (:

[sky+]

CARVER;;
you may never be on a maybelline commercial
but you always let me know when you got some purple
see i can't let you walk away
you need to light one with me

The girl seemed to stare at him incredulously for a long moment before finally tossing the bottle of shampoo. Luckily he was ready for it, and caught it smoothly. He nodded at her in a gesture of thankfulness, and bent down to pick up the hose, shampoo still in hand. Wetting down his cremello equine quickly, Carver tossed the hose away without another thought. Finally utilizing the shampoo, he squeezed a generous amount up and down his mare's backbone before closing the lid and setting it on a nearby shelf. As he lathered, the stranger's spiteful words floated to his ears and he smirked. "Sure thing, babe." He retorted, making sure to dip his tone in a fake sweet. A few more quiet seconds passed by, and the bubbles on CiCi's back expanded and became more frothy. White fluff was scattered all over his arms up until the crease of his elbow. The soapy suds started to be splattered across his shirt and jeans, product of his vigorous scrubbing.

Then her words broke through his focus, her tone simple and to the point. A snicker spilled out of his mouth at that, and Carver's arms slowly stopped rubbing the mare's side. He turned around this time, a smirk dancing on his features. Raising an eyebrow, he chuckled. "Well now. Wouldn't you like to know." He prodded, giving her a steady stare. He could imagine how intimidated others were of this girl. She had a rock hard stare and spoke what was on her mind. Or so it seemed, anyways. She was pretty chill. The boy migrated to CiCi's other side, satisfied with his work on her right side. Now he was facing the girl, looking at her over the mare's back. CiCi was calm, the shower obviously doing the same a massage would. Her ears were pointed back, eyes narrowed to relaxed little slits. He could see Lucifer too, the stallion dancing nervously around. Carver blew out a deep breath. Damned horses just couldn't be happy standing still for two seconds.

"It's Carver. You are?" He finally said, not stopping to look at the girl. Instead, he focused on getting the grime out of one dirt spot in particular. "And you're not so bad yourself." He continued with a wink in her direction. His behavior confused most girls. The girls who thought that one wink and 'babe' meant that they would marry and live forever in a cottage in the woods. It was a hard reality when they realized that he was like that with all the girls. No. Scratch that. All the cute girls. He bent down on one knee, giving each of his horses' legs a good rub down. Straightening up, he scrubbed her neck, and then selective parts of her face. The ordeal had turned from a quick wash down to a long, elaborate deep cleaning. Carver swiped the hose and washed up his arms first, and then CiCi. Little by little, the suds melted off the mare, and drained onto the rubber floor below. In a matter of minutes, she was shaking her neck and head, spraying the strange blonde and Carver with cold water. Grumbling under his breath, he swiped the shampoo and migrated over to his palomino.

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outfit; HERE, BBY.
notes; she's incredibly epic and Ke$ha like. ^_^

[( LARAFOO )]

AINSLEY HARPER;
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack,
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
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She finished lathering Merry's coat with the fragrant shampoo and reached for the hose, turning it on and waiting for the temperature to settle to a nice lukewarm stream. Turning it on Merry, the spray ricocheted off his golden coat and doused her thoroughly. Ainsley leapt back, startled and instantly furious. When she realised she couldn't exactly throttle water for wetting her, she settled for grumbling while washing the suds off Merry. Her shirt clung to her, and droplets of water dripped off the ends of her blonde bird's nest. The douche in the next bay retorted with an equal, if not more, amount of snarkiness, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. Ainsley scowled at him. The 'babe' didn't fool her in the slightest; in fact, it was becoming apparent that the two of them were quite similar. He was like the male version of Ainsley, and she didn't like it one bit.

Aine washed the last of the suds off Merry's legs and smirked as her comment made the boy stop in his tracks. She straightened up, turning off the hose and removing her sunglasses, hooking them in the neck of her shirt. She batted her eyelashes sweetly at the boy, rolling her eyes at his remark. He was definitely a smartass. Ainsley ignored him and uncapped her conditioner, dolloping a large amount on Merry's withers and beginning to lather him up for the second time. She felt satisfied as she watched the boy finish his first horse and have to start it all over again with his second. Most riders would often to help out. Ainsley didn't. His voice sounded again, introducing himself curtly. Ainsley smiled. Carver was an unusual name. It was cutting and harsh, and very much suited the human that it belonged to. Ainsley. She shot back at him, pushing her tangled fringe out of her eyes. Ringed with glitter, her eye makeup belonged on a dancefloor, not in a stable yard. But that was Ainsley. Always looking like she should be somewhere radically different from where she actually was. Carver was speaking again, a flirty tone in his voice. She looked up just in time to catch his wink, and rolled her eyes, poking her tongue out at him. It was definitely immature of her, but she didn't care. She wasn't falling for this boy's tricks. Ainsley had practically written the book he was taking tips from. Probably hoping she would go home and write CARVER 4 AINSLEY all over her diary.

She concentrated on lathering Merry's coat, the slippery conditioner sliding between her fingers. The palomino was keen to make friends with the other palomino, but Ainsley didn't let him get any closer. It wasn't that she didn't trust the boy's horse, it was that she didn't trust her own horse. Carver's horses seemed to not like being in each other's space, and adding Merry to the mix was just asking for disaster. Merry, despite his ridiculously stupid name, didn't take shit from anyone. Ainsley had bought him from a family-owned farm, where the youngest daughter had named him after watching Black Beauty a thousand times. By the time Ainsley had rocked up in Merry's life, the palomino had become too accustomed to answering to 'Merrylegs', and so it stuck. She rather hated her horse's name. "Ainsley Harper and Merrylegs!" didn't sound too professional when announced over the P.A. at shows. Nevertheless, she soaped up her horse thoroughly, all the while sneaking peeks at her annoying new companion. So, Carver, she said to him, spitting out his name sarcastically. What do you do? She asked, curious as to how to boy spent his time. Making poor girls fall all over him, probably.
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Lyrics: Tik Tok
Artist: Ke$ha
Outfit: here, love
Notes: I'm starting to like these two (:

[sky+]

CARVER;;
you may never be on a maybelline commercial
but you always let me know when you got some purple
see i can't let you walk away
you need to light one with me

As the strange girl was washing off her gelding, Carver was wetting down Lucifer. His own palomino horse was turned towards the gelding, snuffling near him softly. The cross ties didn't allow Lucifer to get close enough to be within range of the palomino's' teeth, so Carver let him do as he wanted. The weird thing about his horses was that they fought like cats when together, but always loved to be friendly with others. It had always puzzled the teenage boy. Her name broke through his concentration and a light smile danced across his face. Truthfully, he had never heard the name Ainsley before. It odd, and didn't fit in. ...Like the girl. After Lucifer was soaking wet, Carver trotted back over to CiCi, where he had left the shampoo. The cremello mare was standing quietly, flicking an ear every few moments to deter a fly. Carver snatched up the bottle and made his way back over to Lucifer, passing behind Ainsley's gelding on the way.

Squirting a generous amount of the liquid onto his back, he set the bottle aside. And back to scrubbing he went. Dried sweat mixed with the dust from the indoor arena created an invisible layer over the horse. As he rubbed, the soapy suds slowly browned and turned a different color than creamy white. Carver ran his hands along Lucifer's rump, making sure to scrub extra hard. The equine always seemed to build up the most dirt on the point of his hindquarters. He was pretty sure that the glances Ainsley kept throwing at him were supposed to be secret, but he saw each and every one. Most likely because he always sent the same looks and knew how to do it. Having sunglasses helped. Her voice filled the air again, and Carver chuckled at her words, his mind putting a perverted meaning to her words. "Pretty much anything but a hooker." He stated simply, sliding his glance to her momentarily. The teenager let her chew on his words for a moment before speaking again. "No, but seriously. What to I do as in what discipline? Or in my spare time? For discipline, it's western." He raised a leg to show her his boot. "For my spare time, it varies. Clubbing and illegal activities take up most of my spare time."

He laughed and smirked in her direction before returning to scrubbing Lucifer. The stallion wasn't as calm as CiCi, and his ears were flattened against his skull. Carver scrubbed his stallion's neck and bent down to rub his legs thoroughly. After standing up again, he turned his gaze to Ainsley, letting her hands slowly massage Lucifer's side. "What about you, Miss Ainsley," He started, drawing out her name sarcastically. "What do you do? No! Wait. Let me guess. Stoners." He joked, smirking in her direction.

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outfit; HERE, BBY.
notes; they. are. hilarious. (:

[( LARAFOO )]

AINSLEY HARPER;
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack,
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
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The conditioning was nearly finished and Ainsley concentrated on rubbing the semi-solid goop into her horse's coat. Hearing the boy's smart-ass answer to her question, Ainsley rolled her eyes. She watched him scoop up her shampoo and re-use it without asking. She felt like smacking him upside the head. He was rude, and insolent, and uncomfortably similar to herself. His voice became serious and she looked over, taking in his cowboy boots silently. Western. Of course. Ainsley didn't understand Westerners. They were always a lot more chilled than English riders. Their stirrup length and loose rein contact made them lazy. Ainsley much preferred the discipline required for English riding. She like three-day eventing because it was a little bit of everything. Soft and pretty for dressage, hard and fast with the jumping and cross-country. Ainsley could never concentrate on something for long. Three-day eventing kept her mind sharp and alert. It suited her, and she liked it.

His description of how he spent his free time was alarmingly similar to how she spent her own. She was much too alike to this boy for her own comfort. Ainsley made a noncommittal noise in response to his words, concentrating on rinsing Merry clean of suds. When he was dripping wet and sparkling clean, she turned off the hose and picked up a sweat scraper, beginning to methodically scrape the excess water off his coat. Merry was busy watching the other palomino, fascinated by the creature who looked so similar to himself. There were always chestnuts and bays at shows; Merry's golden coat stood out like the sunshine in the sky. Ainsley liked the attention that she and her horse received.

She looked over at him, grinning a little at his sarcastic emphasis on her name, mimicking her from before. She would admit it; he was funny. Her little grin instantly turned into a scowl as he took a - granted, accurate - guess at what she did in her spare time. Among others. She retorted, her tone equally as poisonous. She took a moment to push her hair out of her glitter-rimmed eyes and drop the sweat scraper, picking up a curry comb. Aine glanced at Carver and answered for real. Three-day eventing. But, apart from that, I enjoy spending my time with my head in the toilet, vomiting my guts up. Her voice was deadpan, her eyes steady in her honestly. She blinked and brushed for several moments before adding to her sentence. I like to drink. Merry was becoming prettier by the second, and all this hard work was making Ainsley keen for a drink. The afternoon was beginning to slide into evening. It was a Friday. Perfect night out. She didn't look at Carver as she spoke again. Want to get one after this? She raised her eyes to his face, a small smirk set on her features. Or do you have someone you need to slip a date rape drug?
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Lyrics: Tik Tok
Artist: Ke$ha
Outfit: here, love
Notes: Hahaha, total opposite to Eden & Sky.

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CARVER;;
you may never be on a maybelline commercial
but you always let me know when you got some purple
see i can't let you walk away
you need to light one with me

"Oh yeah? Someone's a committed drinker, eh?" He smirked, pale blue eyes twinkling vaguely at her words. Puking was one of the things he disliked in life, so the boy tended to curb his drinking, so that his hangover wouldn't be as extreme. Otherwise, he'd practically be hovered over the toilet permanently, vomiting until there was nothing left. At her next set of words, he nodded his head in agreement. There was nothing like the buzz of alcohol. He continued scrubbing Lucifer, smirking as the boy noticed Ainsley use conditioner of her horse. What kind of fru-fru crap was that? It was a horse... chances were he would roll after she put him back up. It was the nature of a horse to undo all of your hard work. Almost as if they were paying humans back for riding them. Clearing his throat, Carver grabbed the hose and tested it on his arm briefly, checking to make sure it wasn't too cold. The temperature of the liquid was luke warm, so he turned the spray onto his stallion.

Sticking his thumb over the nozzle, Carver intensified the pressure, making the soapy suds drip off of Lucifer at a faster rate. The contaminated water swirled it's way down the drain, creating intricate patterns on it's way. The teenager paid little attention to this, and continued to wash down his palomino. Ainsley's voice caused him to look up, and a he allowed a smirk to come over his features. She avoided his gaze in an almost shy manner, waiting a few moments before snapping at him smugly. Now, if Carver was a good guy, he would ignore her shyness, trying to avoid further embarrassment. But this was Carver, and he was not a good guy. So he laughed, and decided to prod her instead. "Ohhhhhhhh. So, little miss Ainsley is asking me out, huh? And where do you get off being so confident about it?" He smirked, pausing before he continued. "And babe, when you look like me, you don't need a date rape drug. I could have any girl begging me to get in their pants. Any" He countered confidently, dropping the hose.

Lucifer was dripping wet, his coat gleaming a dark golden color. This made Carver smile, stopping to appreciate his work. The stallion swiveled his ears slowly, apparently relieved that his bathing was over. Sighing, Carver walked over to CiCi, putting a gentle hand on her side to test how wet she was. He pulled his hand back, sighing once more. He was forced to get his sweat scraper. Her would have borrowed Ainsley's, but for some reason, he had the vague feeling she would slap him upside his head for doing so. Trotting to the tack room, he snatched the tool and ran back, not trusting his horses to be alone for long. When he got back, CiCi was trying to free herself from the restraints, pulling back against them hard. Her hindquarters were low the floor, ears pinned back. "...shit." He complained, hurrying over to his mare before she broke free. Calling her name sharply had the mare startled, straightening up quickly. Carver came over to her, poking her on the nose once before turning back to the girl. "But, for the record, I need a drink. Now." He groaned, reaching back to stroke CiCi's nose.

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outfit; HERE, BBY.
notes; i know. it's fun to roleplay them together. xD [/size]

[( LARAFOO )]

AINSLEY HARPER;
Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city.
Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack,
'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back.
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The second the words left her mouth, she saw Carver's eyes light up with glee. A devilish smirk painted his features and Ainsley rolled her eyes at his smartass comment. Forget I even asked then, asshole, she muttered under her breath, too quietly for him to hear. Her facial expression clearly displayed her distaste with the boy as he gleefully teased her. Vigorously she brushed Merry's coat, horse hair flying up around her and lodging in her bird's nest, golden strands tangling with her own blonde ones. She made a disgusting face at his back as he temporarily vacated the premises, before quickly rearranging her features into a neutral expression. Carver returned as she finished brushing Merry, swearing at the state of his mare. Ainsley felt bad for not noticing the horse's tricks, but the situation was quickly under control. She smirked at him as he turned to her. Unclipping Merry and gathering her things, she paused and shot back at him, Meet me at the bar, bitch.
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Lyrics: Tik Tok
Artist: Ke$ha
Outfit: here, love
Notes: year 12 kills muse dead.