HAPPENIN' - open

[Hannah;]

If I told her I'm a boxer, would she let me down and (ahem)
I wanna pick her up, and put her down.
She gon be waking up my neighbours if I bring her round.
Where I'm from if you're famous you don't go to tinsle town.
Pose for a picture smile, the fashionista's


Jake hadn't had much to do today. He had ridden the horses, been to the gym and had a shower, he had driven to town and picked himself up a sandwich, he had now come back to the dorms to sit down and watch some TV. It was busy in the communal area. Mainly juniors playing pool. Jake however, had been busy chatting up a girl called 'Vanessa' he had successfully got her phone number, and planned to meet her when they went to Soul tomorrow. She had gone to her dorm to do some work, and it had been a success. Jake now, was sat on his own.

He flicked the TV on, and it landed on a county show. It was one from a few months back, Jake hadn't been competing that day because Red had competed the day before. However a few more familiar faces were competing. Saxon being one of them, Jake flicked it over again, he hated watching her win. He landed on a channel showing a Event not far from where they were. He saw his brother doing cross country and left it on. He had to admire the way his brother rode, it was so fearless and determined. Then it changed to the next rider, someone he recognised from around Windsor aswell. He thought that this was probably going to be the case from now on.

[( LARAFOO )]

POPPY MONTAGUE;
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me.
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Poppy was exploring her new surroundings. She had her own apartment off-campus, but it didn't stop her from seeing what on-campus accommodation had to offer. She technically wasn't supposed to be here. Even though she was a Windsor student, she didn't live on campus, and the dorms and adjoining areas like bathrooms and common rooms, were for use by the dorm tenants only. It had been ridiculously easy for her to get in. With a bat of an eyelid Poppy could get anyone to do anything she wanted. She looked so sweet, like she wouldn't even dream of doing something she shouldn't, and it was true. She was sweet, and she wouldn't dream of doing something she wasn't supposed to. She wandered down the deserted hallways, curiously looking at the numbered doors. She heard noise, voices and music being played over laptops and stereos, but she didn't see anyone. She heard footsteps behind her and turned to see a boy clad only in boxers walk out of the bathroom and into his dorm. Her cheeks flushed a little and she whirled around, walking quickly so he wouldn't think she had been perving on him.

There was a door open at the end of the hall and Poppy went toward it, stepping into a large room filled with squishy armchairs, a TV, a small kitchenette, computers, and bookshelves. It was obviously the common room, and both boys and girls milled around. There were maybe half a dozen people in the large room. One boy was seated in front of the TV, lazily clicking channels through eventing broadcasts. Poppy watched the TV from behind the sofa on which he sat. He flicked through showjumping and made a face at the girl who was jumping a clear round. Next was cross-country and the boy looked proud of the rider on the flaxen horse. Poppy recognized the broadcast. It was from a couple months ago. She had ridden in the dressage, and placed first. She smiled as the cross-country finished and it flicked to the dressage, an aerial view of the crowd and the neat arena shown on the screen. The presenter's voice announced the names of the next pair, and Poppy smiled in surprise as she watched herself come into view. She walked around the sofa and sat down next to the boy to watch herself compete.

On the screen she was wearing immaculate white breeches, tailored black coat, and spotless top hat. Sterling's dapple grey coat looked beautiful. Her mane was pinned and taped in stylish braids. They looked a gorgeous pair. Poppy missed her horse so much watching her trot on screen. She hadn't seen Sterling for a couple days and the mare was likely to arrive soon, but stuck in an unfamiliar place without her best friend and one memory of home was hard. She smiled as she watched the dressage test. It had been a really hard one, but Sterling had done beautifully. The trophy was currently tucked somewhere in one of Poppy's suitcases. Today Poppy was dressed very differently to what she wore on screen. She wore patterned lace tights and vintage lace-up shoes, with a floral patterned skirt and a blue lace corset. It wasn't the outfit that your average teenage girl would pull on for a normal day, but then again Poppy wasn't your average teenage girl. The corset, although tight, looked classy, and the skirt, although short, looked gorgeous. The outfit was so close to being slutty but nothing about Poppy could ever come close to that area of behavior and attitude; she was simply too classy. She turned to the boy next to her and smiled. Any particular reason you're watching me on television? She smiled, her voice teasing and friendly. Not that I mind. That was a difficult test, it's nice that someone is appreciating it. She laughed slightly, inclining her head toward the boy, eyes sparkling.
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Lyrics: New Perspective
Artist: Panic at the Disco
Outfit: here

[Hannah;]

If I told her I'm a boxer, would she let me down and (ahem)
I wanna pick her up, and put her down.
She gon be waking up my neighbours if I bring her round.
Where I'm from if you're famous you don't go to tinsle town.
Pose for a picture smile, the fashionista's


Jake was almost in a trance as he watched stunning dapple grey mare prance and move so fluently, it made Jake jealous, he was okay at dressage on the right horse, like he could go do a decently high up test, but he was never gonna have the drive to be real good at it. Not something he ever found to be great fun. However, he was more than happy to sit and admire it as the skinny brunnette on top shifted with the horse in pefect timing. The mare performed a textbook passage before moving off at a beautiful elastic extended trot, he became engrossed in the horses gorgeous outline as she moved gracefully into canter, collecting it, each step so delicately made, the rider's face gave a way a small smile at the perfection of the canter pirrohouette.

He almost jumped out of his skin when the girl spoke from beside him, she was so quiet and he was so engrossed he hadn't even noticed her. He laughed at himself a moment. He then clasped his hands and leant forward. Giving the pretty brunnette a dashing smile, he took her in a moment. The floaty, pretty type. She had a gorgeous face, and stunning hair, she was a little skinny for Jake's liking but he loved her sense of style, and, she had the most gorgeous long pair of legs. He didn't recognise her immediatly but after a second or so it sunk in.

Sorry, you suprised me. No, its lovely. You must be Poppy? I'm Jake.



Wearing.

[( LARAFOO )]

POPPY MONTAGUE;
There's a haze above my TV
That changes everything I see
And maybe if I continue watching
I'll lose the traits that worry me.
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She liked the way his eyes were trained on the television screen, like her dressage test was the most interesting thing he'd seen in weeks. It wasn't the critical stare of another dressage rider, trying to pick out Poppy's faults and steal her tricks. It was the stare of a jumper, curious and baffled as to how someone could go that slowly and still have fun. He looked interested, and impressed at the way she and Sterling moved. He was so engrossed that he didn't hear her sit down, and he jumped as she softly spoke. It made her smile, a big strapping lad like he was being startled by a slight little girl. He laughed off the surprise and leaned toward her, studying her intently. Poppy looked right back. He was handsome, in a very muscled and confident way. This was a male who knew that he was good-looking, and wasn't afraid to use it to his advantage. Poppy was curious about him.

He introduced himself sweetly, with a compliment and an apology. This boy had been taught very well by an attentive mother. He had impeccable manners and was sweet to Poppy. She smiled. Thank you, she said softly. Poppy loved getting compliments, just like every other person on the planet. She especially loved compliments that related to her riding. I am indeed, Poppy Montague to be exact. She inclined her head in a little bow and lifted her eyes to his face, laughing. It was wonderful to be recognised. Ahh, interesting. Dare I say Hobday? I've seen you ride. You're very good. She said in her singsong voice. Poppy enjoyed watching the showjumping and cross-country at shows. She got very excited by the speed and the cheering of the audience, but the sports were just not for her. She and Sterling were far too delicate for that kind of hard pounding speed. Sterling's legs were beautiful, long and elegant, and Poppy was terrified that they might snap if they tried to take on a cross-country course. It was a completely irrational fear but they just weren't suited to the sport.

Dressage suited Poppy completely. She liked reading poetry and drinking tea. Dressage was as pretty as Poppy's entire life. Poppy was a beautiful picture, a lovely porcelain doll sitting in a gorgeous scene of flowers and lace. Everything about her was lovely, and dressage was matched to her like the moon and stars. It was a beautiful sport, elegant and graceful, the supple bend of the horses' bodies, the difficult movements, the way that if they were done right it looked as if you were floating. One would only have to look at Poppy and see she was a dressage rider. Compared to Jake, sitting next to her, they looked complete opposites. Not only was Jake a male and she a female, he was hard, muscles tight under tanned skin. Poppy was soft, creamy-skinned and delicate. Jake was huge; he took up a ridiculous amount of space, and he completely dominated it. He was king of everything within a mile's radius. He looked as if he were sitting on a throne with a scepter in his hand, not on a sofa holding a remote. Poppy, on the other hand, looked completely out of place. She was beautiful and fragile, and she looked as if the only place she would be at home was surrounded by silks, lace, and candles, in some type of wonderful fantasy world. She looked like she might topple out of this reality all together. Nevertheless, their differences didn't make her stop smiling at Jake, and they didn't stop her finding him handsome. He mightn't be her type, but Poppy was open-minded and he seemed friendly. So what do you think? She asked curiously, indicating the TV screen with her head. She was interested to hear his thoughts on her dressage test.
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Lyrics: New Perspective
Artist: Panic at the Disco
Outfit: here

[Hannah;]

If I told her I'm a boxer, would she let me down and (ahem)
I wanna pick her up, and put her down.
She gon be waking up my neighbours if I bring her round.
Where I'm from if you're famous you don't go to tinsle town.
Pose for a picture smile, the fashionista's


Jake smiled as she pulled out his surname so quickly. He loved it, it was arrogant to say so, but he did. He liked that people knowed him and knowed his name. Then again, if he actually put in any effort to follow Dressage, he probably would of known hers too. She spoke very posh , and very eloquently. She complimented him aswell, he liked her alot already.Not really his type, but she was pretty, nice, and talented. He smiled handsomely as she did, as the rider changed on TV to a young man. Jake just caught out of the corner of his eye that the rider was a 'Kildaire' ... Stevie Kildaire, that would be Sam Kildaire's son, and Ryan's cousin. Jake ignored it. That family was weird as weird gets.

It's beautiful, far better than anything i could do, but thank you. How you enjoying Windsor Poppy? It's lovely to meet you.