|
Post by .:~Corrupted~:. on Dec 20, 2006 21:39:01 GMT -5
Colton drove up in his beat-up '89 dodge 1 ton with a Sundowner in tow. The stable looked nice, but he still wasn't sure if he would intrust these people with his horses. He parked close to the barn and stepped out of the truck, his large, dark brown optics taking in the scenes around him. He stuck his straw cowby hat far down on his head and then slammed the truck door. He paced towards the office, wondering if the owners would be willing to board his two paint horses here, he was also here to get a job application for his sister, who needed the money badly.
|
|
|
Post by {.x. hazardous .x.} on Dec 21, 2006 20:36:38 GMT -5
Hazel sat at the desk, tuning her guitar. Smiling. Always respectful to prospect boarders.
Hi, welcome to Half Heart Incorporated. I'm Hazel Westwood, Gen's sister.
She said. Half-sister, but who cared anyways? Hoping he'd board at the stable. Her green optics shone as the smile reached her orbs. [/size]
|
|
|
Post by .:~Corrupted~:. on Dec 21, 2006 21:57:59 GMT -5
Colt nodded to the girl, but did not return her smile nor did he offer his name. His dark eyes darted about the office, resting only on the acoustic guitar. "Your the owner? How old are you? 15?" He spat at her coldly, his eyes gleaming wildly. He was unlike any other man that walked the earth, he was handsome and irresistable, but tougher than nails. He needed no one but his sister and his horses, and he was always cold to strangers. He was like the wild horses that used to roam the plains, only needing themselves to survive. He had had a tough life and had taken advice from an old indian chief and he became tougher. His gaze didn't leave the pretty little guitar that the girl held, how long had it been since he laid his eyes on such a pretty instrument? 5-6 year? He couldn't remember.
|
|
|
Post by {.x. hazardous .x.} on Dec 22, 2006 17:37:18 GMT -5
Hazel stared at him wildly.
17.
She spat in return, slightly taken aback. He didn't know her...Why should he have issues with her? He better get over the age problem...this was the only stable in town. She sighed softly...He had no idea of her story...As if it'd make him feel any sorrier for her. [/size]
|
|
|
Post by .:~Corrupted~:. on Dec 22, 2006 22:22:58 GMT -5
Colt rolled his eyes, his sister was that old, but she was smart, and responsible. He knew that this was the only stable in town, but he wasn't really comfortable leaving his horses with children. His eyes were still fixated on the guitar, and he grinned when the girl spat back at him. At least she had some spirit, not a zombie like the other teens of this generation. "Alright, Kid. Show me the place." He said calmly, yet still coldly. He rubbed his stubbly chin as he gazed around the office once, he had shaved an hour ago and he already had a five o' clock shadow. He headed out the door and into the barn, stopping only to look at the girl in annoyance. "Are ya'll hiring?" He asked again as he looked around the stable, his face showing his impatience.
|
|