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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:43 pm
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 Esmeralda's eyes were closed as she leaned back against him, relaxed and almost seeming intimate. She was waiting, waiting...
And then she felt his hands fumbling with her camisole, moving to take it off. She took a slow breath, but gave it an extra moment. No matter what she was thinking, and no matter how much of this was vengeance, she couldn't deny that she kind of liked the way his hands felt.
When they weren't around her neck.
That thought snapped her back, and reminded her that she really didn't want to ride back half-naked. She turned around so that they were face-to-face - well, more like face-to-shoulder, considering height difference, but whatever. Going up on her tiptoes, she braced herself mentally and kissed him.
It was brief, hot, and suddenly over. Esmeralda had pulled away and calmly walked over to Sahara. She swung up onto the mare's back and locked eyes with Xavier. "Changed my mind," she purred. She noticed her shirt still on the ground. Smiling, she said, "You can keep that."
She turned the horse back the way they'd come. With a sultry smile over her shoulder, she added, "Think of me."
And Sahara took off at a gallop back towards the barn.
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 Roman could hear the splashing and, a little later, the rustling caused by Kahlilia putting her clothes back on. He took a slow, steady breath.
So it had been a kiss. People kissed all the time. It happened. It wasn't a big deal. Wasn't a big deal. Wasn't...
Oh, hell.
He ran a hand over Phoenix's neck again, to soothe himself. The stallion whickered softly and gave him a gentle nudge with his muzzle. Took another long breath.
And then he turned to face Kahlilia, not sure if he was supposed to apologize or not.
He took one look at her and paled. The chain that had so recently broken was still putting itself back together, and he didn't have quite enough willpower to turn away. |
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:28 pm
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Kahlilia had just put back on her bra when she finally noticed Roman staring, out of the corner of her eye as she picked up her shirt. The kiss still lingered with her and her gaze fell briefly towards the river in a hope to somehow decrease the very awkward tension between them. Did he know that she had liked it? Blushing, she tested her skin to make sure it was dry - this was a flirty move she was unaware of, as she moved her hands down the middle of her back to make sure it had dried enough it looked more like she was about to unhook her bra again. It was probably best that she didn't, she wasn't one hundred percent aware of Roman's chain of self control and if she had been she might have just been confused.
So she wrung out her hair, fluffed it a couple of times to keep it from flattening against her skin and put back on her shirt blushing and thinking about Roman's hands on her bare waist right before he pulled her underwater. The touch had felt so intimate, like nothing she had ever felt before. A lingering part of her still warned her not to be so straightforward with her flirting, the voice of her mother condemning premarital sex and the voice of Esmeralda's telling her that if she dared make obvious moves her brother could be miles away in seconds. So what was a suddenly hormonal girl like her to do? Right now, Lily decided just to put back on her socks and shoes. When she had taken all of her clothes off, she thought it had felt good to lose her inhibitions just for those moments and to suddenly enjoy the radiating heat from her skin. All of her thoughts had left her, and only now were they really coming back, to mock her of course. A little scattered from her completely random change to sweet and innocent to stripper and back again, Lily was standing up again feeling a little lightheaded when she suddenly squinted at something. Roman, she said to the boy beside her, Is that your shirt over there?
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Xavier was completely unprepared for the kiss and was surprised but couldn't deny that he enjoyed the brief, hot moment. When it was over, all he could think about was --
She was going to leave! Dumbfounded, he raced to zip back up his jeans like a fool. Dammit! What had she done? Had she faked it? Dammit, dammit, dammit!
For a few minutes even after Esmeralda left, Xavier was unable to think straight. What ... how ... she ... damn it!
And he still had her shirt. 'You can keep that', she had said. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Unless...
Had she planned her little seduction the entire time? She couldn't have... from both lust and rising anger Xavier could barely think straight. His shirt at the river, her shirt here in front of him... had she planned it? Had she known? For God's sake, why hadn't he known better with her? It was more than enough for her to call him a boy and to tease him, but this... this was a whole new level. She had touched him. Seduced him. Hell, she had kissed him just a few moments ago...
What. The. Hell.
She'd probably tell her brother, who would... what? Xavier hadn't thought much of his threat, threats could easily be thrown out when someone was posturing. It was too easy to just threaten someone and never go through with it, but what would they do now? A completely random thought of following the girl or maybe going back to the river and seizing his shirt crossed his mind briefly and he looked over at Lady, who was grazing.
However, he suddenly remembered the girl's brother and Thumbelina were back at the river. Thumbelina was scared half to death of him by now and would probably start screaming like a girl out of a horror movie if she saw him, and with that there was absolutely no way he could go back undetected. He remembered she had shrieked twice that one day, a high-pitched and kind of annoying screeching sound. Some people just didn't have a sense of humor. Esmeralda and Summer did -
How many times had it been now that he had compared these two girls? Three strikes and you're out!
More like ten, maybe a hundred times. Xavier began to pace as he tried to collect his thoughts, still scattered around his brain like puzzle pieces thrown about the floor. How to go about this? Well, first, he was going to have to deal with her brother, or so he assumed. Where were they, anyway? They had planned it! Just like they had planned the stupid prank! Dammit, what the hell were they trying to do? Xavier felt like he was being overthrown and he knew that he couldn't tolerate it for much longer. And the girl...
What the hell was he going to do? Xavier began to pace faster, making Lady look up and flick her ears at him with concern. Cursing quietly in Spanish, all he needed to do was collect his thoughts and --
wait. Did the others know Spanish? He couldn't be sure, but he was leaning towards no, they didn't. It could be like his own little code, he thought. And then where would they be then? Two could play at this game ...
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:54 pm
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Esmeralda rode to the barn without much concern. If Xavier followed her, he followed her - and she would tell him just what she thought of him. She'd win; even if he knew she had it, she was the one with the weapon.
She had let Sahara walk the last little bit, and let the mare cool herself out. Sahara was relaxed by the time the two of them walked into the stable. After a quick untacking and grooming, Esmeralda turned the mare out. By that point, she was exhausted, and quietly made her way back to her room.
She could still feel his touch.
With an annoyed shake of her head and a little shudder, she lay flat on her bed and shut her eyes against the thoughts of what had happened there.
Roman finally seemed to rise out of his silent stupor. He walked over to her, frowning a little - his shirt? His shirt was sitting in the pile with her clothes; he'd given it to her to soothe the sunburn. Had the heat gotten to her?
"No," he replied at last - and his voice was darker, and somehow more seductively threatening, than it had been before. "Mine is here."
He put a hand under her chin and lifted it so that she had to look at him. Had to look him in the eyes.
Roman studied her face for a moment, silently. He was looking for something, but what that might be was unclear. After a while, though, he seemed satisfied. Very lightly, he brushed his lips over hers again. Then he turned away and picked up the shirt.
Not his. No, not his. But close in size.
Xavier.
And Ez was supposed to have met them here.
He turned his head to look at Kahlilia, but she seemed preoccupied. He wouldn't be long.
Not bothering to grab his horse's bridle - there was no time - he mounted Phoenix and let his horse follow the scent of mare.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:00 pm
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Kahlilia looked from one shirt to the other with confusion. Oh, that's right. Roman gave me his shirt, it's over there ...
Then who does this shirt belong to? There's some hay on it and ...
That guy!
With only the knowledge that something horrible had happened back in the barn, Lily could only imagine what was happening. What on earth is going on?
The realization snapped her back into place when she remembered that Esmeralda was supposed to meet them here at the river, but she was gone now. There was just this guy's shirt, left behind to ... what? Lily remembered seeing red marks on Esmeralda's skin ... 'I could kill him,' Roman had said. She knew it was said in the rage he was feeling, but this other guy was trying again at whatever he was trying to do. What was he trying to do? Having kept her fear in a locked drawer at the back of her mind, somehow it seemed the drawer had broken open and ...
She suddenly noticed that Roman's voice sounded darker, kind of threatening. The girl wrapped her arms around him in a hug when he had come close enough, and then she looked up as he gently lifted her chin.
Lily subconsciously stood up on her toes, mostly out of habit, when she felt his touch. Her eyes flickered as they looked into his and for some reason she suddenly felt just a little safer.
And then he kissed her again.
Before he walked away, the girl hugged him for just a moment longer. And when he did walk away, she walked towards Benvolio, who was grazing on and off. She absently stroked the horse's nose, who in reply nuzzled her shoulder affectionately. When she looked back up from cuddling with Benvolio, Roman was gone. Oh, Ben, she whispered to her horse who now flicked his ears, I think I'm in love with him.
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Xavier continued to pace where he stood by Lady. By now he had Esmeralda's shirt in his hands and was glaring at it as though it were responsible for what had happened just a few moments ago. How could he have given into lust like he had when deep down he had already known she would just use it against him? Dammit, how could he have been so lost? It was like she had cast a spell on him. Cast her spell, decided she was done torturing him, and then broke the spell right as...
His raging hormones from that point in time had melted into anger now. How dare she! Playing that prank on him, making fun of him... it stayed with him, that was true enough, but this was on an entirely new level! With a grunting sort of sound of annoyance, Xavier ripped the shirt clean in half. Somehow, it gave him a pocket of satisfaction even as his anger continued to boil. Lady, however, did not like the sound and made it clear to her rider as she snorted and flicked her ears at him. With a deep sigh, Xavier dropped the shirt - or, more like threw it away from him. Dammit, the flimsy thing landed maybe two feet away. Briefly, he remembered how easily Esmeralda had slipped out of it, to reveal her wet see-through camisole...
Xavier began to pace again, burying the shirt in the dirt with his foot each time he passed it.
It had been maybe eight minutes of pacing, burying and cursing in Spanish before the man (damned if Esmeralda called him a 'boy') heard distant hoofbeats. Not able to identify who it was, he stopped his pacing for just a moment and tried to think about who it might be. It couldn't be Shannon, he didn't think she went this far into her property this often. Some weeds and overgrown grass around him proved his point, so Xavier shook his head, said a curse in Spanish and continued to pace. The witch's brother and Thumbelina? He hadn't seen the brother since the stint in the barn, and hadn't seen Thumbelina since the night of the storm... well, no, that was a lie; he remembered watching her shaking like a leaf outside of the barn just this morning. Where were they, and why would they be coming towards him? The only real reason he had was that he had left his shirt at the river, were they at the river? For a second, he remembered kissing Summer for the first time at the river...
And then another possibility ran through his head, one that made him freeze in place. Maybe on her way back, the witch had alerted her brother where he was and what had happened. Damn it! Well, if that was the case, what would he do now? Stomping on the now very dirty shirt again, Xavier tried to concoct an escape plan of sorts while he heard the hoofbeats getting closer-
Wait!
Why was he going to try to escape? He had to stay and fight! So now that he stood by Lady, he stood his ground and waited for whoever was coming towards him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:28 pm
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Roman spotted Xavier quickly enough, and the white mare that the boy tended to ride. Strangely enough, Phoenix seemed to have no interest in that mare - instead, his attention was focused on the human, just like his rider's.
It was what he didn't see that troubled him.
He didn't see Sahara.
And he didn't see Esmeralda.
Settling deeper in his seat, he signaled Phoenix to slow to a walk. The stallion's ears flicked back, but he reluctantly obeyed.
Roman dismounted and landed lightly on his feet, walking beside the now unencumbered horse. His eyes were cool on Xavier's face for a moment, before he glanced around to see if -
Something in him froze. A shirt, torn, dirty and half-buried.
He recognized it, of course. Ez had stolen it from him, years ago.
And she'd been wearing it this morning.
He thought of the marks on her neck earlier, thought of what he'd walked into the barn and seen. And the cold inside him began to burn. Slowly, he turned to face Xavier.
His voice was like ice, and each word dropped sharp and hard as hail. "What did you do to her?"
*insert generic post here about Esmeralda musing about what just happened*
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 8:58 pm
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Xavier finally noticed who his visitor was when he dismounted from a large black stallion. The brother, of course. Either he had seen his shirt back at the river and had jumped to conclusions about himself and Esmeralda, or else Esmeralda had told him what had happened earlier ...
Dammit!
Xavier watched the other boy carefully. Both were shirtless because their shirts were at the river, and both were closely matched in height and build. This boy had scratch marks on his arms, Xavier realized with curiosity. Short and dainty even for scratch marks probably inflicted in some sort of panic or moment of surprise, which pretty much eliminated the possibility that this boy's sister had scratched him. When Esmeralda had scratched him in the barn, the scratches were long and very much deliberate. These scratch marks probably lasted about a split second and probably didn't cause any pain at all - they were barely even turning red. So these realizations made within seconds pointed directly to a theory that Thumbelina had scratched at him for some reason. Women scratched men during sex sometimes, Summer certainly had-
Xavier's visitor wanted to know 'what he had done' to Esmeralda. Nothing that was really of importance, he just tried to have sex with her and she ran off before it could actually happen. It kind of reminded him of how Chris would ponder right in front of them if he and Summer had sex just before-
Dammit, it happened again. With a shake of his head, Xavier began to step towards the other boy menacingly. Nothing of vital importance. For the time being his voice was surprisingly casual, despite how angry he was becoming and had been. Gave me her shirt as a gift, wasn't that nice of her? Finally his anger showed through in his speech, because in sarcasm he kind of snarled the words out. He had seen the other boy see the now ruined shirt, and figured maybe...
b***h took it off right in front of me, can you believe it? Is Thumbelina that gutsy with you? Of course in anger Xavier crossed lines a little too easily. He was almost sure the scratch marks were from this girl, and that he was shirtless from something that had happened very recently, as in a few minutes ago. For the most part he was indifferent towards the smaller girl, but he knew from the way they acted around each other that she was protected by the two other Musketeers and probably wanted to be. What did this boy see in her, anyway?
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:17 pm
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Roman tuned out Xavier's words, knowing they would drive him past logical thought. Instead, he studied the other man as he would any potential prey, and noted immediately that he wasn't wounded aside from the earlier scratches.
No fresh scratches. No bites. No bruises. No stab wounds.
How pissed off could Esmeralda really have been?
Which brought on another thought. Since he didn't believe Xavier's words - Esmeralda liked the company of males, but she wouldn't have been taking off her clothes in front of them, certainly not since Dev - could she have taken it off and forgotten it somewhere? Had Xavier found it and hurt the clothing the way he couldn't hurt the girl who should have been in it?
His eyes were glacial as they locked with Xavier's once more. "Don't you ever call my sister a b***h," he said, each word cut off so sharply it was nearly staccato - like a knife stabbing through the skin over and over and over. "She's more than you will ever be." He ignored the comment about Kahlilia completely - whatever this fragile thing was that they might be building, he didn't want Xavier involved in it.
He wanted to hurt him. God, how he wanted to. But he couldn't prove that Xavier had laid a hand on Esmeralda.
Yet.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 2:24 pm
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Xavier wanted to find this other boy's breaking point, as they had obviously found his. Every single one of his weak spots, they had uncovered. It had only been two or three weeks of camp! Why was it that they had the advantage over him, but in his mind it should be the other way around? And dammit, he thought here he was obtaining dominance, and the boy in front of him completely ignored him. When he had ignored Esmeralda's remarks he thought he had at least won a little bit of his dignity back, but when it happened to him it was intolerable. Why the hell was that? And what was he going to do about it?
Well then I guess you'll be happy to know it was entirely consensual, Xavier muttered to the ground. I know pregnant women are really hormonal, but I could tell she liked it. Did his visitor know Xavier knew Esmeralda was pregnant? She wasn't showing yet, but might start to in about a month, and Xavier knew. A brief thought crossed his mind that he quickly tossed away due to a personal weakness - what would she do when she started showing? Pregnant women couldn't go on airplanes and were limited to a million other things, were they still allowed to ride horses and walk around doing ranch work? The symptoms of pregnancy were actually something that Xavier was a little afraid of, so he shook his head to rid himself of the thought and looked at the other boy again. Whatever was going to happen over the next two months, fights between the two of them were now obviously inevitable. But when would the fight start?
It was clear by now that both men wanted to hurt one another, badly. It was probably evident to the horses too, because Lady had walked a short distance away and was flicking her ears and swishing her tail nervously. Xavier wasn't completely aware of that, he couldn't have his attention suddenly divided and then be wounded before he had a chance to fight back. And what of this large black stallion behind them? An alpha male no doubt, what would this one do? Although for a second he had looked towards the stallion to see how far away he was from his rider, Xavier's cold silver gaze returned to the man in front of him and began to step closer again. If he wanted a fight, he would get one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:35 pm
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Random Ranch Fact of the day #2:
(Yes, I am spamming up my own thread. These are like little note-to-selfs for me so I don't forget or skimp out accidentally. Excuses, excuses.)
Miss Shannon Starr Barklee has 12 horses, 12 hens, a rooster and a bunch of freaking cattle!
Anyway.
So yours truly had enough time on her hands to give all of the dang chickens names ...
1) Tarnation, a large black hen that almost seems to have a dominance over the other hens. Yes, from now on all of the chickens have odd names. What on earth can you expect from someone like me? I don't even know how to pronounce 'Xavier.' :9 -shuts up and moves on-
2) Ants, a tan-ish brown hen that was named because of her antsy, impatient behaviorisms.
3) Hazel, a fairly docile and one of the younger hens, completely white
4) Alli, one of the other younger snow white hens.
5) Daisy, Another snow white young hen who enjoys eating flowers for some reason.
6) Junie B. Jones, an older white hen who was named by a young Nanina Barklee, Shannon's niece.
7) Mapel, a older, quiet brown hen.
cool Sleeping Beauty, an old tan hen who can normally be found sleeping or just being a lazy dang chicken.
9) Kitty, a tan hen who enjoys following the cats around and imitating their behaviors - sometimes she comes into the main house during meals clucking up a storm.
Nanina, an old white hen a young Nanina Barklee named after herself.
Apples, one of the newest additions to the hen club.
'Hey', a currently un-named baby chicken.
Dammit: Lovely name suggestion from SilentShadowDreamer. Dammit is an a*****e of a rooster and loves to peck and crow at the top of his lungs. And yes, each time someone within earshot of him yells 'Dammit!' he'll go 'you called?' Dammit is a black silkie, so he has feathered feet.
And the horses names are Shadow, Thunder, Kelly, Ariel, Dancing Dolly, Phoenix Rising, Sahara Snowfall, Benvolio, StarStruck, Zira, and Lady. All of the horses were introduced in the old roleplay - like I said, its just that I have a little too much time on my hands right now and I'm making the excuse that it helps me feel more organized. Yes, organized ... and very crazy.
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 6:57 pm
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((OOC: Several hundred, if not a couple of thousand. Depends on what she uses them for, and how big her operation is.
Also, I strongly suggest that the rooster be named Dammit. Because that's my name for every rooster, ever. >.< *hates roosters*))
Roman went very, very still when Xavier started talking again. Anyone with any sense would have taken one look at the boy - man, he was a man by now really - and shut up.
But Xavier just kept talking, and Roman kept sinking deeper into a fury that made the world seem to move slower. He stood mildly, one brow lifted in a kind of bored curiosity, but his eyes betrayed the cold rage. Even Esmeralda would have backed away from him as he looked now - anger that ran hot she could handle. But once he got to this stage, there was nothing she could do.
Nothing anyone could do, except the target of that rage, and the target had already done too much to save himself.
"Is that so?" he crooned, his face expressionless. "I doubt it matters."
Phoenix stood by his rider, but uneasily - even the horse seemed scared. What would it take to terrify an alpha stallion?
Xavier was about to find out.
Roman shifted his weight, and that was the only warning he gave.
As his hand snapped out to smash the other boy's face, he said too softly, "I told you what would happen if you laid hands on her."
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:27 pm
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( OOC / Going to bed, j.c. started for me today and tomorrow I have a class starting at 6:25 am xD Got no-one to blame but myself, registered a little too late and that was the only math class that was still open. xD Music class is still fun though. -rambling- Nighty night!)
Xavier felt victorious for at least those few seconds, realizing he had finally hit this man's weak spot. Roman looked close to completely motionless, glowering at him in a way he didn't feel threatening just yet. Hell, he was going to stay here and fight! What was a glaring contest going to do, make him run off screaming? Well, it wasn't going to happen that easily...
Roman had just said something to him. What was it, again? Xavier hadn't paid attention. It was like that blank, the blank and cold to suddenly burning and back again until there was just that blank again.
And the quiet between them was broken by a snort from Lady, a short distance away. In a completely random curiosity, Xavier looked over - and then he felt the impact of the other man's hand. Caught off guard for a moment, but aware that he had to fight back, Xavier stepped back for a moment with a low groaning sound. Dammit, what was this guy going to do? For a second or two he still felt the throw he had received after putting his hands around Esmeralda's neck, but he couldn't let that bother him now.
So with that thought, he decided he should cause this man as much pain as possible with one move. In a nanosecond, Xavier's foot lifted to kick the other man in the crotch. From personal experience, he knew it hurt like no other pain he had ever felt. See if he can do Thumbelina after that one, Xavier thought as he stood still very close to Roman - or would he be such a Hulk wannabe that he'd just get back up and start fighting again? Dammit! He had to do something. He had to win, not just for his own sanity but for the sake of revenge. For the sake of fighting, dammit! Since both men were shirtless and that had been noted by both of them earlier, Xavier's fist launched forward to punch Roman in the stomach. Another extremely painful impact, if he was indeed going to hit this man without him retaliating. For a second he sincerely hoped he could at least cause this man pain, to wound his ego at least a little bit as he had done to Xavier. But sincerity would fade, and there would be blood. But from which one of them?
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Shannon was taking care of some chores around her cottage-like house, getting ready for lunchtime. It sure felt weird setting only five places instead of seven or eight...
Chris and his sister Summer had left just about as soon as their parents had gotten the news that Chris was injured; they had swooped down and gave Shannon a good chastising about the behavior of her horses as though it were their fault Chris had fallen. Thank goodness they didn't decide to sue her... and speaking of that, Shannon thought, had she ever heard back from Roman and Esmeralda's parents about Esmeralda's accident? Well, Esmeralda had been persistent about not letting her parents know about her accident. Had she called them at all? She couldn't remember right now and didn't really want to go over all the details as she waited for the old, stubborn stove to heat up. Did any of the other campers know how to persuade a cranky old man of a stove? She remembered Chris and Nanina had made spaghetti once; Nanina had gotten her finger cut and Shannon had nearly had a panic attack. Wasn't three accidents enough in less than a month? Nanina had left the ranch looking almost heartbroken from something or another about a week after she cut her finger - what, exactly, was the situation with her? How was she doing? She hadn't spoken to her dear niece in so long.
Hoping that the four campers left on her ranch would eventually settle down and focus on more important things, Shannon suddenly jumped as her hen Kitty walked in through a nearby pet door (sometimes Cali and her kittens liked to come in for a snack) and started clucking like crazy. Laughing, and happy for the distraction, the woman walked over to the hen in her doorway and bent down to pet her. Should I go find our campers and tell them lunch will be ready soon? Kitty clucked and walked over to look over the kitchen with a sort of boredom - where were all the corn husks and the cabbage on a string? Shannon laughed again and said, What do you think, Kitty?
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 8:55 pm
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((OOC: Aww. Well, I'll see you tomorrow!))
Esmeralda, sick of brooding, eventually got up again. She was annoyed with herself and with that p***k Xavier, but at least she knew she'd ended with the upper hand.
If she'd had the slightest idea of what was happening right now, she might not have thought so.
She would go in to see if she could find Lily, or even Shannon, she decided as she walked out of the girl's cabin. There had to be someone to talk to. There had to be some way to avoid the things that solitude was forcing her to think about.
Idly, she wondered how Lily was faring with her brother. That might be something to ask about - and it would sure as hell get her mind off her own feelings.
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Roman pivoted with an eerie grace, taking Xavier's kick on the hip instead of where it would hurt the worst. When Xavier stepped in, Roman's smile turned deadly.
He simply tensed his body and took the next hit. It hurt, but he was beyond such minor matters as pain at the moment.
The son of a b***h had laid hands on his sister. He'd hurt her.
Roman had promised him pain if Esmeralda was harmed, and he always kept his promises.
He'd never been the kind of fighter to waste time and energy with body shots. If he could shrug it off, they could too. Instead, he chose his next hit with cold precision, aiming for the throat.
Aiming for a kill shot.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:23 pm
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Xavier cursed incessantly in his head and twice in Spanish when Roman pivoted like that-
Wait, why the hell was he smiling? Did he have a joke he wanted to share? He was ready to voice that thought when he saw the other man's hand launching forward again; Xavier suddenly gripped his hand just before it hit in a sort of fast reflex. Although it was mostly just a stroke of good luck (and probably instinct) to respond that fast, somewhere deep down Xavier knew he was going to lose and damned if he would!
Xavier was holding Roman's arm at about the wrist. With a cold gaze, he then attempted to twist the arm. By doing so he was probably only going to be successful in twisting his own arm, because pain suddenly began to shoot through his whole body like fireworks. Muttering a third curse in Spanish, Xavier actually stepped back a little before extending his other arm and punching Roman in the jaw.
And then he heard hoofbeats.
Dammit! Who was it now? The hoofbeats were fairly distant, and by now Xavier was breathing heavily; was he just hearing things? Did this other boy hear them too? How were their two horses going to react to a third horse thundering in? He couldn't look back at Lady, this other man would have him down before he had even turned around.
And with that, Xavier attempted to leap on Roman for the second time.
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Kahlilia had actually dozed off for a few minutes after Roman had left, sunning herself and daydreaming again. About... things. There was definitely a sense of embarrassment in the aftermath of her strip tease, but there was still that one part of her that had really enjoyed taking such a huge risk. Knowing she was blushing again just thinking about what had happened then and afterwards -that kiss!- Kahlilia buried her face into Benvolio's coat in a playful way. Yes, she had just been playful when she stripped.
Benvolio stood by her side, partly shading her and giving her the occasional light whicker or snort. When Lily buried her face into his coat he lazily snorted at her, like he was telling her not to mess up his coat while he sunned himself.
Could horses get sunburned?
Curious, Lily gently patted her horse to check for abnormal heat - would a sunburn show up, would it appear on the coat or what would happen? During the time that Lily inspected him, Benvolio decided to retaliate by nudging her shoulder and the back of her neck in a successful effort to tickle her. Lily giggled, muttered an 'alright, alright' laughingly to the horse, and stood up. She might be sunburned, but she couldn't be exactly sure right now. Roman had given her his shirt to help her cool down...
The girl glanced over back towards the river bed. There was his shirt, sitting on top of her shoes that she had decided to take back off before she dozed off. She walked over to it and picked it up, then looked over to the other side where the other shirt lay - Xavier's shirt.
Should she give them their shirts back? She couldn't if she didn't even know where they were, though, she told herself. And besides, it might sound a little stupid - especially if she were to approach Xavier on her own. 'Hey, I'm incredibly scared of you and please don't eat my firstborn child, but I brought you your shirt back!' Pfft, that would go over well.
Well, there were stupider things she had done...
Lily put her shoes back on, straightened out her shirt and mounted Benvolio to find the two boys and bring their shirts back.
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Shannon had finally gotten her old stove to heat up and agree to boiling some water when she heard footsteps. Coming from the girl's cabins and getting closer as she listened to them.
Well, there was one of the campers.
Poking her head out the door, she smiled a little bit when she saw Esmeralda. She looked like she could use some company, and wouldn't the older woman be damned if cooking didn't take your mind off things - you had to watch to make sure nothing burned!
Hey there missy, Shannon said to the girl when she became close enough not to be startled by the nearby voice. How's that head of yours doing?
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