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Post by smarby on Dec 31, 2007 15:45:02 GMT -5
Elizabeth stepped into the barn, Sulli by her side as they walked down the aisle, the gelding's hooves ringing out as they struck the roughened concrete. With a gentle squeeze of the lead rope, they drew to a halt, standing outside an unoccupied stable. Coiling the lead in her hand, she used her other to carefully free the bolt of the door. Clucking her tongue, she lead the gelding into the large, airy box, closing the stall door behind her.
A thick bed of sawdust lined the floor, freshly mucked out. A large bucket of water stood in the corner, saluting solitary.
Slowly rubbing Sulli's neck, Elizabeth slipped the head collar from his head, bundling it into her hand as she lent against Sulli's warm neck, solid beneath her skin. Breathing a soft kiss into his smooth coat, she exited the stable, buckling the head collar to a metal ring attached to the wall of the stable.
With a faint sigh staning her lips, she headed towards the tack room. Stepping into the musty warmth, the rich scent of leather greeting her, she headed towards the black, leather case balanced carefully against the wall in the corner of the room.
Laying it slowly to the dusty floor, she seated herself, cross legged, infront of it. Undoing the clasps, sleaing the case, with a sharp snap, she eased back the lid. A faint smile flickered across her face as she lifte dhte guitar from it's case.
Easing the instrument onto her lap, her fingers lingered over the warm woods, stroking the neck, fluttering across the strings.
Moving her left hand into posistion, fingers as hard as nails poised over the fret board, she strummed a soft chord, which seemed to swell around the room. Closing her eyes, she began to strum a gentle pattern of chords, right hand beating rythmically at the strings, her left fluttered quickly across the fret board as her fingers changed shape.
As the last chord rang around the small room, her eyes flickered open. Distracted, she frowned to herself, one finger stroking an absent-minded circle into the wood of the instrument. |
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Post by j a m i e w o o d ; on Dec 31, 2007 23:14:10 GMT -5
j a m e s w o o d ;a song for your heart, and when it is quiet, i know what it means... the clip-clop of hooves filled the quite isle to the main barn, soo the chatter of people started up again. "you know, i am finally getting the idea of this." "well, i am glad. you are a great rider. you just need some practice. i will catch up with you later." "allright, see ya." finally it was quiet again and a stall door slid open. "there you go girl. see ya later." he said, releasing the mare into her stall. with a snort, the mare walked over to the waterer and began to drink.
the boy stepped into the tack room and stopped short when he heard the sound of a guitar. he quietly put the halter on its hook and leaned against the door frame to listen. when the girl seemed like she was done, he smiled and spoke. "hey. your pretty good." he said with a satisfied smile. his blonde locks fell over his right eye. he looked around the tack room, then back at the girl. "how long have you been playing?"
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Post by smarby on Jan 1, 2008 9:33:29 GMT -5
Elizabeth jumped, startled by the sudden voice that rang out. Spinning round, guitar balanced carefully on her theigh she looked up at the mysterious boy who had caused her to start.
She blushed, lowering her eyes.
"My father taught me from a very young age. As soon as i was big enough to pick up a guitar, he taught me to play." She shrugged, grinning a lopsided smile. "It's all i've got. Music." She finished quietly.
Biting her lip, she quietly plucked out an old Scottish ballad, the notes barely a whisper, raising her eyes to meet the boys own. |
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Post by j a m i e w o o d ; on Jan 1, 2008 12:37:14 GMT -5
j a m e s w o o d ;a song for your heart, and when it is quiet, i know what it means...
the boy smiled as she spoke about how she got her first guitar. he walked over to his sister's tack box and sat down on it, crossing his arms and leaning back. he looked at the girl and smile. "you've been playing longer than i have. i got my electric guitar about 3 years ago." he shrugged. "its about all i got too. well, until my sister introduced me to horses. figured since i'm at a stable, i might as well learn to ride."
he smiled lightly and flipped his hair out of his face. "do you have a horse?" he asked with a gentle but questioning look on his face. without his sister and her horses, he didn't know where he would be today. he probably wouldn't even be around. over the years, the had grown closer and stopped fighting. they were practically best friends now. &&i'll carry you home.147
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Post by smarby on Jan 1, 2008 13:39:52 GMT -5
Elizabeth glanced up, the corners of her mouth lifting to a smile as the boy mentioned, he too played the guitar. It was not often Elizabeth found someone who had that much in common.
She lifted her chin, her dark eyes lightening a little at the mention of horses. Sulli had been her saviour in dark times. The fact she rode was the only shred of pride her mother could find in her daughter.
"Yes. Sulli. He's a Danish Warmblood gelding." Elizabeth had suddenly found words on her lips at this topic of conversation. "He's a bit of a wuss, but a good boy really."
Elizabeth absent-mindedly wound a strand of her auburn hair that had escaped the loose, messy bun round her finger tip, the dim light of the tack room casting a faint copper sheen on the tresse. |
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Post by j a m i e w o o d ; on Jan 1, 2008 13:48:30 GMT -5
d a n a i r e;
a song for your heart, and when it is quiet, i know what it means...
the boy smiled and nodded as she spoke. "i think i saw him on the way in. he is quite beautiful." he said with a soft expression. he looked around the tack room yet again, then looked back at the girl. "i ride my sister's bay quarter horse mare, lucy. she is pretty good at teaching beginners." he said with a small laugh.
she seemed like a pretty nice girl. and she was obviously nice enough to be talking to an "emo" boy. most people were afraid he would hurt them, but really, he was pretty nice, and he loved to laugh. he was quite the comic without even being funny. maybe it was the way he thought every joke was hilarious that made people laugh. he knew it worked for his sister.
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Post by smarby on Jan 1, 2008 14:09:53 GMT -5
"She sounds lovely." Elizabeth replied. She smiled shly.
She was suprised to find this boy speaking to her. She was so anti-social on first meeting, reluctent to talk. But this mysterious teen had put her at ease, and her stomach clenched into a tight knot had loosened a little.
It was not often strangers spoke to her. If anything, they avoided her, unwilling to strike up a conversation with such an insecure looking child.
"So, why are you here?" She heard herself asked. Shocked at her courage, and a little embarrassed at her straight-forward question, she felt her cheeks growing hot with a blush.
Biting hard on her lip, she chewed the inside of her cheek, cursing her sudden nosieness. |
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Post by j a m i e w o o d ; on Jan 1, 2008 16:21:20 GMT -5
j a m e s w o o d;
a song for your heart, and when it is quiet, i know what it means...
he smiled softly when she asked why he had come here. but he decided to fill her in on it, because she seemed like the kind of person he would befriend.
well, we used to live in california. my mom was a model and my dad was a travel agent. eventually we moved to montana when my dad thought it was a good idea to be a rancher. he knew nothing about it, my mom got pissed and they split up. then my mom remarried and my sister hated our step father and accidently broke his nose. she was sent here. over the summer when she was living with my mom and me, we got close, and i didn't want to leave her coming to this stable, and i didn't want to stay home where all my mom ever talked about was how she beat up her husband, so i tracked down the stable and followed her here.
he finished with a satisfied smile before asking her. so how did you get here?
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Post by smarby on Jan 1, 2008 16:37:39 GMT -5
Elizabeth shifted uncomforatble, and suddenly took great interest in the pegs of her guitar, still settle don her lap. She was reluctent to share such a sensitive story, but it was only fair, as he had told his.
Well..." She began taking a breath of air to steel herself."I lived with my mother and father, and my older brother. We didn't ge ton perticulary well, but we got by. My older brother left as soon as he hit 18, and then my little sister arrived. I was pushed into the corner, and was scolded for being such an ugly nut compared to my beautifully pink and sugar covered sister. My father died in a car-crash, and things went down hill from there. You can guess the rest. Loony bins, shrinks."
She came to an end, showing no emotion. She had learnt not to over the years. That was one of her rules in life. Never show who you really are.
She did not look at the boy for a long time, and when she did, a flash of pain passed though her eyes.
"And guess where i ended up? Not even my own mother wants me." She said bitterly, and laughed, though with no hint of humour. |
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Post by smarby on Jan 3, 2008 7:23:03 GMT -5
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