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Post by pixie on Dec 16, 2011 18:10:08 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] i shall never grow up Make-believe is much too fun - - - - - - - - - - - - - - wasn't moving to california bad enough? now she had to spend two weeks in montana on top of it all? pixie fumed to herself as she tugged her rolling suitcase along after her, trudging from the shuttle bus out into the fields surrounding the ranch where she was to depart, along with a group of other city-dwellers, into the wilderness. only god knew what would happen after that. knowing better than to pack heavily, she'd opted for the right amount of clothing to keep her covered for the two weeks, but as she noticed an older couple who had obviously done this type of thing before, she realized she'd still managed to pack too much. each was carrying an overnight bag sort of thing, and here she was yanking her entire suitcase along after her. great. this was off to a wonderful beginning already.
her parents had been pestering her to get away for a while for... a couple years? ever since they realized she and kory were more serious than they'd first thought. they disapproved of hr getting married - they weren't even engaged yet! - to the only boy she'd dated through high school. they didn't have a problem with him exactly, they just thought she needed more experience to know what she wanted. time and time again, she'd vowed to them that she wasn't indecisive, and she knew what she wanted without having to date every guy under the sun, but they continued to be hard-headed about it. she had inherited her stubbornness from them after all. the only reason she'd agreed to go on this 'retreat' was the horses. she'd loved the animals since she was a little girl, and the idea of riding one through the wilds and camping outdoors for two weeks did sound enjoyable. it would almost be like she was some sort of cowgirl or something.
besides the horses, the main reason she was doing this was to prove to her parents they were wrong. she loved being contrary, whether consciously or not, and again, there was that stubborn thing again. feeling the need to reconnect with her world, she dug into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. "no, no, no!" she muttered to herself when she realized there wasn't even one measly bar on her signal. there wasn't even a roaming signal in this forsaken wilderness. she'd been texting kory the entire plane ride - yes, she'd broken the rules, so what? there's a first for everything - letting him know which state she was flying over and how long she had until she reached the airport. she hadn't gotten the chance to tell him she missed him one last time. growling under her breath, miffed over her sudden lost of contact with the civilized world, she stormed up the rickety wooden stairs and into the ranch house, following the flow of the small crowd of fellow 'retreaters'.
as her eyes adjusted to the sudden darkness inside, she slowly came to focus on the check-in area. there was a basket where she noticed everyone dumping their various electronics - ipods, ipads, cellphones... - and she frowned. she may not get any service out here, but did that mean she wanted to abandon her phone in some outhouse for the entire two weeks. no, it didn't. stealthily, she slid her phone back into her pocket and peered around the wooden-walled room. from the inside, the house had a distinct wood-cabin feel to it, and if she wasn't upset about her loss of phone usage and being sent on this trip in the first place, then she would have admitted she liked the rusticness. pixie had always enjoyed the outdoors even if she'd never been particularly into sports or hiking or anything of the sort. she enjoyed being out in the fresh air, and she had to admit montana had plenty of that. as she daydreamed, she didn't realize she'd reached the front of the line and was now standing beside the full basket of electronic devices. "oh, no thank you," she commented to the person holding the basket. "i'm good." she didn't admit she even had a phone, and she knew they couldn't legally search her. what was the harm in having a cellphone that couldn't even be used except for a reading light anyway? |
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Post by nate on Dec 19, 2011 0:09:36 GMT -5
theres a thunder in our hearts baby  so much hate for the ones we love
It was a good day. The night before was a good night, which usually made the next day good. He'd left whats-her-name's bed at eight that morning, stopping only because she'd called him back for another round. He'd likely never see the girl again, so he pleased her three times more before he left, rather pleased with himself. Now, Nate wasn't usually tardy. In fact, he was more than often on time, if not early. High school classes hadn't counted, for that, but he had never been late for work; work was his life. Horses, wilderness, tourists. He loved it. Crude and calloused as he was, Nate did well as a tour guide. How could he not? This was what he was born to do, quite literally.
Today, however, pleasing what's-her-face made Nate late. He was later than he'd ever been before, his truck rumbling to a stop as some of his next group were going inside the main house. He grumbled to himself, knowing he was going to be in shit for this one. Besides that, he wasn't going to have enough time to shower. Unless, of course, he could convince Kimberly to run the opening presentation for him...
Kimberly was his best friend and his second in command. She was, for all intents and purposes, what Nate's mother was when his father still ran the tours. She would greet the new people, take their electronics, and make sure they had reservations or that they would fit in to whatever tour was happening. At the present moment, Kim was taking cell phones. He saw a pretty blond thing slip her phone away and he watched as she turned Kim and the basket away. He sidled up behind the girl with the luggage - she was that kind of girl. He knew them well - and whispered; "Keeping it won't do you any good; there's no plugs out there, it'll die within a day. Humour us." He suggested. Then, without a second thought, he grabbed the handle of her suitcase. "What's your name?" He asked a moment later, eyebrow raised. He'd be willing to bet she was the California girl, not that he'd be complaining; just steering clear. Those girls would draw you in and chew you up, as far as Nate had heard.
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Post by pixie on Dec 19, 2011 10:14:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] i shall never grow up Make-believe is much too fun - - - - - - - - - - - - - - patiently, pixie waited in line as it moved toward the back of the house where everyone was picking up their arrangements for the first day and night. she was all alone in this thanks to her parents, and she hated it. she loved the idea of being out in the wilds with horses, but she had no friends or family here. it was just her. with her signal-less phone stashed in her pocket being useless, she felt this loneliness even more than she had on the trip here. on the trip, she'd been texting kory and savannah constantly, but now she was truly in the wilderness of her life. here she was, twenty years old, and still not allowed to make her own decisions, when it came right down to it. her parents were forcing her on this trip to try to force their hand, and she was not about to let them win. no, she was far too stubborn for that.
tugging her black and gray striped sweater down over her hips after she slid her phone into her black pants, she stood, feeling foolish with her suitcase surrounded by people with backpacks of clothes, quietly in the line. suddenly, a voice in her ear made her jump slightly, and she turned to come face-to-face with a guy who was so gorgeous it took her breath away. what was she thinking? she was practically engaged to kory, and she was looking at this cowboy like he was a movie star? there was nothing wrong with thinking another guy was good-looking however. she just didn't have to pursue the feeling. Keeping it won't do you any good; there's no plugs out there, it'll die within a day. Humour us. raising an eyebrow, she huffed out an irritated breath and lifted her sweater to dig the phone out of her pocket. apparently, she hadn't been as crafty as she'd thought she was. plopping the phone down in the basket which was not slightly behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest and was going to continue ignoring everyone around her when she heard the guy's voice again.
he was taking the handle of her suitcase out of her hand and leading her through the house toward where the larger crowd was congregated. briefly, she wished she could get the opportunity to prune her belongings a bit so she was better suited for this trip, but she pushed the thought away for now. surely, they weren't leaving on horseback right away. she would have the time soon enough. the whole point of these retreats was to relieve stress, right? so the last thing she needed to do was stress about how much she had in her suitcase. "i'm pixie," she replied simply in her sweet, southern accent as they entered the room. it seemed everyone was otherwise preoccupied, so she ceased looking around the room and allowed herself to look at him. once again, she was surprised by just how attractive he was. in some ways, he was similar to kory - they were both blond after all - but this guy had a distinctly rugged look to him that she found wildly beautiful. shaking her head, she looked away from him and up to the framed photographs gracing the walls. "and you are?" she asked, a bit of a rude tone in her voice, not entirely on purpose. she felt the need to be rude to him so she could deny how attracted she was to him. if she was so devoted to kory, she shouldn't think another guy she'd literally just met was this attractive. she felt ashamed of herself, and that made her irritable.
examining the pictures on the walls, she saw a happy family that gradually degenerated as the pictures grew more recent. there was a boy and his parents and then a boy and his father until there was the boy, now grown up, with another young person who, unless she was wrong, looked like the girl who'd taken her cellphone. as she looked at the young man, her heart leapt violently in her chest. "that's you... and your girlfriend..." she remarked dumbly, her hand going to her mouth as she realized she'd just been rude to the leader of this escapade and his possible girlfriend (the girl with the basket)? great. this was really going badly. |
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