Learning How To Fly (OPEN)

[houndish]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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To Emile, it had been forever since he had actually gotten to ride Dev. That was a lifetime too long, and he really did love getting on the gelding, working out the little stupid stuff.

Barrels were a whole new animal for both Emile and Dev. It was something that the boy hadn't known existed before moving to Texas, but soon fell in love with. that, and the fact that it was mostly girls that ran barrels in competition and should he ever need some help... the idea just made him happy.

The three barrels were set out as best as he could get them, and that was good enough. He had set his older, grubby ipod docking station out and was blaring the apropriate music for the moment: upbeat and electrifying. Em had taken a few minutes to make a playlist of everything he could think of that would fit... and it was an odd list.

Sheep Go To Heaven by Cake was blasting as he tried to make the first bend, cutting a little too wide. The second turn was easier, a little cleaner. By the third turn and crashing back to start Emile was starting to feel pretty good.

He took a loping lap around the ring, letting out a whoop of victory. In his mind, he had won something... what was it? Hell, even he wasn't too sure.


"I speak here!"

I think here!

"Everyone else speaks here!"

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# # # | enough |
listening? | Sheep Go To Heaven- Cake |
who? | OPEN |
anything to say? | Yupyupyup that's Emile. |
wearing? | click! |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[/justie]

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Sorry, would you knock it off. Olivia's voice scolded, glaring at the horse walking next to her. Maybe dancing was the more appropriate word for it. Sorry could tell when they were heading to the arena, and he loved hunting out barrels in the pen. Sometimes he loved it too much, and made the work more difficult for Olivia. The worn saddle made occasional creaks as Sorry danced underneath it in his blue boots. Blue boot, without the s. Olivia had lost the other blue one and now had a mismatched pair. They were the same style, but one was blue and the other was red. It fit the task. Her helmet hung by the chinstrap on the saddle horn, swinging back and forth with Sorry's movements.

Olivia led Sorry around the yard a bit for him to stretch his legs a little before they started warming up in the pen. As they neared, she saw another figure riding a set of barrels. She paused in her tracks a bit and finally managed to get Sorry to stand somewhat still. She couldn't tell if the figure was a girl or boy from her distance, but she continued since they'd come this far. At least they had one thing in common.

The figure was a he. A blonde haired he. Olivia instinctively reached to fix her hair, until she realised she had pulled the wild mess into two french braids. She laughed to herself and walked up to the fence and rested her arms on top, reins looped through her arm. He was wearing a cowboy hat, and Olivia instantly felt lame for wearing her helmet. Her mother insisted, and Olivia had been tossed once before she wore her helmet faithfully, and always had when she rode. True, they did make some helmets to look like cowboy hats for other western shows, but Olivia never had the need for one like that. As the boy rode past her along the fence she gave him a smile. Nice run. she commented. She was interested as to why this boy would be barrel racing. It wasn't common for guys to run.

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notes i added you as a contact on polyvore. i'm barrelbabe07
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[houndish]

[ I'M WIDE AWAKE AFTER THE RIOT , THIS DEMONSTRATION OF OUR ANGUISH ]
this empty laughter has no - - reason like a bottle of your
( favorite poison )

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His eyes fell upon her as he reached the farthest point from where she stood. He tipped his hat a grinned, nudging his gelding up to a gallop. Emile still kept Dev on the rail, but made his way over as fast as possible. The unedited version of American Idiot by Green Day was blasting, and he slowed to pass the girl and turn down the music before making a perfect spin and slide to a stop right before her.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He popped his hat off for a moment, shook his sandy blonde hair and replaced the dark Stetson. "Hell, it is all Dev here. Without him, I‘d be lost." Emile leaned over the side of his saddle and gave the gelding a pat.

"I‘m Emile, by the way. I don’t think we‘ve met." He extended a large, tan hand to shake with the girl. The boy noted the fact that she would be riding with a helmet, and he really should be too, but he didn’t feel bad going against the wishes of his mother. He would ride like a damn cowboy, and if he wound up with a concussion, so be it. Sofia would come up with a story that would make it not his fault and all would be well.

His accent danced when he spoke, and he always loved trying to explain where he was from. It actually struck Emile as cool that there was still the English lying under the New Zealand. Yes… he did like to hear himself speak.

"I speak here!"

I think here!

"Everyone else speaks here!"

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# # # | enough |
listening? | …Hannah Montana the TV show…on the TV |
who? | OPEN |
anything to say? | Ahhhh he‘s such a boy… and I love him for it. |
wearing? | click! |
murder city - green day | lyrics |
holly @ caution 2.o | credit |

[/justie]

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Olivia shook his hand firmly, his was bigger than hers. She gave a tiny giggle. No, I don't believe we have. I'm Olivia, and this is Sorry. she introduced as Sorry stretched his neck across the fence to sniff Dev. Olivia then realised her mouth was agape as she looked him over. She quickly closed it and gave him a small smile. Don't be so obvious, you idiot. Geez. she thought to herself. She looked at the ring and tried to think of something else to say to fill the space. Your accent's cute. she said. Olivia had no idea where that came from, but she told him what she thought anyways. Indeed. She couldn't quite tell where he was from, but there was an accent, and she liked it.

She looked over his horse, who was obviously built for western riding. He had a sturdy build and nice eyes. Olivia always looked at a horse's eye. They always told you what they were like. She loved a mysterious looking eye, but wasn't always keen on those kinds of horses. But Dev had nice eyes. He looked extremely reliable, and Olivia wouldn't doubt it. You could be a fantastic rider, but you also needed a good horse to carry you.

So, you ride barrels too? I haven't met too many guys that run barrels. she said, looking from his hair, to his eyes, to his nose, unsure of where to look. Emile had nice eyes himself. Actually, I don't think I've met a guy ever that runs barrels. Congrats on being the first. she added with another giggle.

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notes that wasn't as good as i would like it to be...
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