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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 19:11:39 GMT -5
pursing her lips, ryan wandered aimlessly across the large field and towards the playground she could see over the top of a nearby hill. off of the path, she felt more at ease to do her own thing. away from the eyes of people whom felt like they were watching her, she could do as she pleased. alone... she could simply think. ryan signed, pursing her lips and pulling a small thorn branch out of the hip of her jean. the field was filled with gently swaying, tall, golden grass that almost reached her hips. the breeze that flowed in the sky felt wonderful against her warm skin, and it blew back her short, blond hair away from her eyes. the lyrics of her favorite playlist floated from her ipod, which she clutched in her hand, and through her ear buds. feeling free, for the first time in the few excruciatingly long weeks she had been at canterbury, ryan made her way out of the tall grass and jogged up the hill to the playground she had been aiming for.
ryan's look was rather casual today, but that was not exactly odd. she always appeared to be casual. her blond hair, falling to her shoulders, was blown straight, and framed her face beautifully. her makeup had a very natural look to it. although she had a bit of eyeliner on her upper lashes, and, of course, mascara, it didn't appear that she had tried very hard at all on her look. but it didn't look bad, either. her denim jeans were tight against the length of her legs, and there was a small section of her stomach exposed between her belt and the bottom of her shirt. the shirt that she wore was brown, with small designs of seagulls and flames, all of which were very close to the same shade as the rest of the shirt. over top of this, she wore her favorite well-fitting, black, leather jacket. the bottoms of her jeans were rolled once, and her feet were fit comfortably into a pair blue and white coach tennis shoes.
pushing a few strands of hair from her face, ryan sat down on one of the swings. the playground, with the exception of her, was completely empty. taking a deep breath in, she pushed the topic of her brother to the back of her mind, her feet dangling a few inches from the woodchips. both of her hands held onto the swing chains, her ipod now tucked into her pocket snuggly. would she be alone at this school for the whole year? the few weeks that she had been here seemed like an eternity of solitude.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 19:17:32 GMT -5
Kayden had been spending plenty of time at the barn – more than he had at home anyways. With lessons, and then his own horses, Ryan and Cruz, and a show coming up, he was feeling completely overwhelmed. If you’ve ever been overwhelmed, you understand that it feels as if your world is crashing inwards and you’re drowning. If you feel an anxiety attack coming on you have to get out, smell the flowers if you wish. Which is why we find Kayden, his riding gear gone, freshly showered wandering towards the campus park, his ipod earphones occupying only one ear, and his cell phone stashed in his pocket.
There was a girl at the park and internally his spirits dampened. Hopefully she wouldn’t be one of those crazy ‘I want to chat your ear off’ chicks. He really didn’t mind getting to know people, he just didn’t enjoy talking to people who constantly talked about themselves, which seemed to be about ninety percent of the people he had met since coming to Canterbury – rich kids who only thought of themselves. He smiled as he approached the girl – he was slightly taken aback by her good looks. She was dressed in the same laid back manner as he, of course he was wearing baggier more beat up jeans, and a loser fitting t shirt and his normal jacket that he wore almost everywhere. “Hey.” His voice came without a conscious decision to do so, and he waited, his frame sinking into the free swing.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 20:17:45 GMT -5
she hadn't noticed someone approaching her until he was nearly upon her. the teen's eyes lingered around his face for a moment, her interest caught in his good looks. not really being the type to just approach someone without knowing them like he just had, ryan wasn't really sure what to make of him. was he one of those bitch boys who life was fueled by the money in his parent's bank account? and just because he was rich, he would expect her to be head-over-heels for him. no, she hated boys like that. money was okay to have, but it shouldn't define you. ryan pulled just one of the headphones from her ears as the boy opened his mouth to speak to her. she eyed him after he had sat on the swing next to her own, biting her lip absent-mindedly and allowing a second of pause to fill the air. hey, ryan responded lamely, nodding her head towards him as she twisted her swing gently. her green eyes tore away from him, facing forward on her swing once more and feeling slightly awkward.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 20:42:31 GMT -5
The awkwardness that filled the air was actually of relief to Kayden. She wasn’t already on a roll, telling him her life story. The corner of his lips turned slightly upwards, his eyes traveling to her frame. “Well, guessing by the fact that you seem slightly awkward, you’ve met some of those same arrogant ass holes that I met?” Maybe it wasn’t the best way to begin a conversation, but what else was he going to say? She obviously wasn’t one of those annoying bitches, which brought him relief; therefore he felt no need to pretend. His legs pushed him forward, causing his swing to sway slightly.
ooc:// crap, sorry.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 20:55:45 GMT -5
ryan's tongue ran over her lips, twisting her swing back to look at him, as he spoke to her again. his words had been excessively honest, and she appreciated that. most people feel the need to start off with that small talk that really isn't of any use, seeing as though you can't even recall their name after they walk away. her eyes met with his, and she allowed them to linger there for a moment, studying his face with the same small amount of interest that she had had upon his approach. unfortunately, ryan responded, her eyes moving off of his face after she had finished speaking. the few people that she had met, with the exception of just a few, had been exactly that: arrogant ass holes. she picked her toes off of the ground, allowing the chains holding the swing up to twist back into their natural state, which faced her forward again. ryan let her hands fall into her lap as she spoke again, they're charming, aren't they? the girl tilted her head towards him slightly as she spoke. her voice was very obviously sarcastic, and a small smile crept up on her lips, although it failed to reach her eyes.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 21:00:52 GMT -5
Kayden nodded in understanding as he listened to the girl speak. He didn't know her name, and already he was becoming interested in knowing her - a first since he'd been here. The only other people he was comfortable with were Teegan and Blake. Right now he really didn't see Teegan as more than a friend, and Blake was his best friend so far here at Canterbury. I mean, the guy was making a twenty to twenty two hour drive to help Kayden compete, that had to mean something. "Very. If i was gay i would be into them." With a chuckle he turned around, fully facing her, "And if i was one of them i would say," he made his voice snooty and annoying, "Lucky for you i'm not gay." He laughed and turned back, pushing himself higher.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 21:15:02 GMT -5
she could hear the chains of his swing squeaking quietly, but she didn't look at him again. it wasn't until he was done speaking that she angeled her body towards him again. her eyes watched him curiously, her lips pulled up into a small smirk, one that was barely visible. one of her neatly done eyebrows was raised. that's a cute metaphor. she paused for a second, turning forward once more and pushing off of the ground hard, sending her swing backwards so that she began to swing, slowly back and forth. i'm not gay, and i still don't like 'em. she glanced over at him again, her expression blank.
ooc - yuck.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 21:23:03 GMT -5
Kayden smiled lightly, his eyes rolling in agreement as the other spoke. Well, no wonder she didn’t like them – he couldn’t imagine many girls did, they were annoying pains in the asses, and the worst part was, he had to give them lessons. “Yeah, well I understand. There’s a lot of ridiculously annoying girls as well.” He kept swinging, his eyes on the ground before him, his smile wavering before falling completely from his face. “I’m Kayden Tristani by the way.” He didn’t really care if she gave him her name - that was up to her. But he was interested; she was obviously a kindred soul.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 21:47:21 GMT -5
well, they do tend to flock together, ryan has commented after he mentioned obnoxious girls. those, on the other hand, ryan had met more of. they seemed to be around every corner. preppy little bitches that made her want to vomit. but instead of vomit, usually all that was produced from seeing girls like that was laughter. she found it rather amusing to see them flock after the oh so charming boys of southern california. this place proved itself to be exactly like the movies. it was really different from ohio, and even father away from being like montreal. ryan's green eyes lingered up from the boy's stomach and back to his face. he wasn't watching her, and she looked away. it's nice to meed you, kayden, she stated half-heartedly. ryan's swing hung almost still, swaying just the slightest to the side as she shifted her weight. for the time being, she kept her name to herself, not yet sure if he was worth it.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 21:53:38 GMT -5
Kayden kept his eyes forward and lifted his seat off of the swing. It was a half hearted attempt at a jump, and he landed only a few feet forward. He really did enjoy jumping, whether it be on foot or on horse back, he really didn’t care, it was the feeling of flying he enjoyed. He landed in the grass and moved back towards the small mowed area of the park, settling onto a bench. “So you ride?” He might as well attempt to keep a conversation up – he wasn’t up to heading back to the dorm, and he had already worked all his horses.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 22:06:02 GMT -5
ryan leaned forward, her fingers remaining twisted around the chains of her swing. she squinted at kayden, whom had jumped off of the swings and moved over to a bench. he was between her and the sun, and the brightness of the light hurt her eyes. ryan stood up from her swing, which was, undeniably, a less cool exit than his, but regardless, and headed towards the bench were he was sitting. as she walked, she pulled the remaining earbud from her ear, and reached into her pocket to silence her ipod. the lack of music was... quiet. as she did this, she spoke, yeah, i do. i mean, isn't that the whole point of this school? to educate rich brats on horses? her voice was quiet, and her voice was friendly, but restricted. opening up to people wasn't her forte. ryan stood with her weight evenly distributed, and as a small smile crept onto her face, she crossed her arms. inside of her fist was her ipod, the headphones dangling.
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 1, 2008 22:14:17 GMT -5
Kayden grinned lightly. Yeah, he educated rich brats on horses – it was his job, and the only reason he was here. Otherwise he would be suffering through his life at home – sure his own trainer was closer, but life at home wasn’t exactly peaches and cream. “You could say that I guess. But at least horses are here, it could just be a school for educating rich brats, minus the horses.” He shrugged and dug the toe of his tennis shoe into the grass, his eyes following her as she walked towards him. “You use a school horse or have your own?” He hated that everything revolved around horses, but in a school that ‘educated rich brats on horses’ that seemed to be the whole point.
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 1, 2008 22:24:21 GMT -5
she smirked at his comment about taking horses out of the equation at canterbury. her breath came out in a whooshing sound, her eyebrows raised a bit, it's terrifying to even imagine. ryan ran her fingers through her hair slowly, licking her plump lips once more and taking a step forward so that she could sit on the bench, as well. she kept a good distance between them. but it was nothing personal, just "stranger" distance. because he was, a stranger, that is. a pretty down-to-earth stranger, from what she could see, but... a lesson horse, she replied to his second question, crossing her legs and looking over at him with squinted eyes. it was still rather bright. how about you, i'm assuming that you're here for the horses, too?
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Post by Kayden Tristani on Apr 2, 2008 7:54:17 GMT -5
Kayden smiled lightly as she spoke softly, was he here for horses? Of course. He knew she must not be into three day eventing, or at least not into the upper levels, or she would have known his name – honestly, she was glad he didn’t. The riders he had taught that went, “Oh my god. THE Kayden Tristani? You rode TRK Stockholm in the Rolex four star?” really annoyed him. “Yeah, I’m here for riding – I do three day eventing – and yourself?” He smiled as his thoughts turned to Cadillac Cruise and the impending show in Georgia that weekend. “Actually I’m leaving early Friday for a show in Georgia with my horse Cruz.”
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Post by Ryan Green. on Apr 2, 2008 19:17:09 GMT -5
ryan angled herself towards him again, not really realizing that she was doing it. still, a foot lay between them. her expression was pensive as she listened to him speak. as he finished with what he had to say, the girl shifted her weight glanced away from him. that's cool, ryan responded with as much interest as she could muster, reaching up to push back a bit of her hair from her vision. at the same time, her emerald eyes found his face once more, good luck with that. a rather genuine, but small, smile curved her lips upward once more, exposing her white teeth to him for a moment before it fell away. the smile, again, hadn't really reached her eyes. even when the conversation was about horses, it was still hard. life had grown a hell of lot harder, lately, she thought with a small sigh. ryan half opened her mouth, but decided that what she had to say wasn't reliant, so remained silent.
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