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Post by charliecordell on Feb 21, 2011 22:08:29 GMT -5
 you're the only one i would take a shot on
keep me hanging on so contagiously
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An arm was thrown across his chest. Memories stirred. Alexa? Opening his eyes, confused for a moment by the strange surroundings, Charlie half turned his head, eyes searching through the dim light to find what it was next to him. Not a person, instead, one of his two dogs, Beau, lying on his side, on front paw stretched out and dumped lazily across Charlie’s chest. Of course it wouldn’t be Alexa. She had left months ago. He was just tired, disconcerted about being in a new house for the first time. And alone as well, which was even worse really.
He pushed the black Labrador off him half heartedly, still a little too sleep drunk to really put much effort into it, but the dog rolled off willingly anyway, tail thumping heavily against the bed as he rolled onto his back for a scratch on the stomach. Charlie relented, reaching down to give the dog a rub, the other resident canine, Beau’s brother, Thor, coming in to get a piece of the attention as well as he passed the door on his way up the hallway. Once both dogs were satisfied, he finally trudged to the shower; he had only arrived in town the previous night and had been too tired to do anything past get Dawson settled at the barn and find his house, opting for an early night over anything else.
Showered, not bothering with food, seeing as though he didn’t really have much of the stuff in the house right then, at least not until he had gone grocery shopping, something he would do sometime today, he headed out to his truck, both dogs in tow. They jumped straight into the back seat, settling themselves down on the seat as he got into the car himself, starting up the engine with a slight rattle, at which he winced, surprised the old truck had even made it as far as it had travelled the day before.
It didn’t take long to get to the barn, like his last house, it was halfway between the barn and work...an unconscious decision, really, but it did mean he didn’t have to drive a while to get to either place. And since he’d taken up instructing cross country there between his shifts at the station, it worked well. Soon he pulled up in the barn’s parking lot, killing the engine and letting himself and the dogs out again. They kept at his heels, knowing full well how they were meant to act around horses, since they had been around them since they were young pups.
The trio entered the actual barn, where he made a beeline for Dawson’s stall. He was thankful that the Hanoverian gelding was so relaxed, it didn’t take him long to settle in to a new environment, and moving him had been a breeze. And he looked pretty settled as he shoved his head over his stall door when he heard footsteps approaching, letting out a low nicker as he recognised his owner. Both Labs sat against the outer stall wall as Charlie let himself into the stall, lead rope in hand to lead Dawson out. “Well, you look like you’re doing alright. Better than me at least,” he told the horse, cross tying him before moving to take his blankets off.
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Outfit Click but with boots instead of the Converses xD
Muse In Your Headlights - Daveit Ferris
Notes I think that was mostly a load of ramble xD
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Post by NAOMI GHARIL CLOUD on Feb 23, 2011 18:04:09 GMT -5
She was awoken to a cold nose on her hand. Her head jerked up. The alarm clock was unplugged. One of the dogs must have pulled it. She quickly threw up the blanket and scrabbled out. She wore black sweatpants and a thin spaghetti strap tank top. She grabbed her phone, flipping it open.
"Shit!"
It was already 6:45 AM. She should have been up an hour ago! She scrabbled around. Tens of animals are barked squeaked or meowed for their breakfast at once. The horses would start neighing in about twenty minutes. She herded half the 14 dogs into one room, all the smaller ones, and the larger dogs into a different room, and isolated one dog off by itself. The cats waited impatiently in the kitchen. She fumbled with bowls. She knew each dogs serving and bowl by heart. She stacked seven bowls and balanced them against her chest, lifting them and weaving her way through the 9 cats. She placed each bowl in front of a dog in the small room. Then repeated this for the six dogs in the large dog room.
Next she filled a large tub with food, and a smaller tub with different food. She pushed the three kittens away from the older cats, and gave the older cats the larger tub. She placed the small tub of kitten food with a mix of chicken broth, in front of the kittens, then drizzled the left over juice in the small can of chicken broth over the adult cat tub, drizzling it around the small cat heads. Now only squeaks filled the house, as well as the scratching of bedding. She opened the door to a room, filled with cages. She had 18 rats, 7 hamsters, 2 sugar gliders, a hedgehog, and three mice. Out the small window, she heard a faint whinny. She lived right next door to her stables. With a sigh she bit her lip, the horses were hungry. However, all would be perfectly fine if she were fifteen minutes late in feeding them, after all it was still 20 minutes before their breakfast was actually supposed to be given, they are just greedy.
"Yeah yeah, I'm getting there"
She was going around with a bag of food, tossing a handful into each hamster cage. She filled her hands with food and let cages of rats at a time out to have a quick eat, then put them back, putting the rest of their share in their cage. She finished the rodent feeding quickly, left the room, and rushed to the reptile room. She fed the lizards, and looked at each of her snakes, making sure they were healthy. Once satisfied, she left the cold garage which served as the reptile zone, and stumbled into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and got ready, stepping in, literally taking three seconds to wet herself, a few seconds to lather her hair the best she could at a quick pace, and rinse it twice in about a minute. The water had just become warm by the end of her speedy shower, but she was already drying her hair, at the same time as she used her free hand to file through her closet. She pulled out jeans and a polo shirt, as well as a blue and black hoodie. She quickly tossed her towel aside and dressed herself. She didn't bother locking the door to her house as she opened each door the dogs were behind and rushed out the door. Foxtail was friendly, and her house deep within a private property. She ran through the thin line of trees that led to a hedge that surrounded this side of the stables. She climbed one tree that had branched like handles, and took a hold of the branch of an oak on the beautiful stable side of the hedge. She stood on the wide branch for a second, looking across the land. The recent warmer weather was bringing the grass it's lush green coloring again. the trees were beginning to grow tiny leaves. This part of new york was lucky to avoid the snowy weather the city was getting.
She balanced to the middle of the oak, and slipped into a hole, into the hollow trunk. She scaled down and out an opening in the bottom. Instead of walking down the half mile driveway, or using her car to get so near, she just used this route to the stables. She ran through the largest gelding field, and to the stables. She pulled open the feed shed, and began preparing grain in small clear buckets with latch-able tops, and were stack-able. She stacked up two piles, and brought them in two trips to the only inhabited stabling section. She placed each box in front of a stall. She was a little late yet. The dogs would be filing out of the pet door soon though, and running around the grounds. The cats prefer to help themselves out a window if they wish to leave the house. The reptile and rodent rooms are closed off. She heard a bark. It was Demeter, a german shepherd mix. He was playing with his sister, Aphrodite. Though they were grown dogs, they didn't always act it. But the confined their play to empty grazing meadows, or the front yard of her house. She was very good about keeping the grass and plants well cared for, and making sure the stream that ran under the cobblestone bridge that led into the forest. Before she did this, fewer people seemed to want to be here. Apparently looks are sometimes everything. Now that she made it seem as much like a dream as she could, people were coming. It wasn't at it's best, seeing as it wasn't summer yet though.
As she walked back along the stable row, pouring the boxes of grain into the buckets, she saw a man she hadn't before. probably arrived as she was doing the grains on the other end of the barn.
"Hello, You new?"
She asked, then leaned down and grabbed a box, pouring it into the last horse's bucket. She looked back up towards the male.
" I'm Naomi Cloud"
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Post by charliecordell on Feb 27, 2011 16:00:46 GMT -5
you're the only one i would take a shot on
keep me hanging on so contagiously
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Charlie stripped Dawson of his blankets, folding the thick material neatly and placing it so it was hanging over the horse’s stall door. The Hanoverian was a little livelier than he usually was today, and Charlie figured it was probably from all the travel they had done the previous day, so he had not been worked. He crab hopped away from his owner as soon as the blankets were off, unusual for him, really, but he figured it was probably because he knew he was going to be worked soon. Charlie grinned; at least the gelding was always willing to be worked, unlike some other horses he had dealt with.
He had brought in some of Dawson’s supplies the day before, tack box, grooming kit, and a few other odds and ends, the rest were sitting in the back of his truck. He wouldn’t need it all just yet, Dawson could do with being worked before he got around to fixing everything up. Retrieving his grooming kit out of his tack box, where he had put it, for now, he began on the chestnut’s coat, a little of its usual lustre lost from travelling and being blanketed all night.
He didn’t jump away as Charlie approached him with the curry comb, instead, settling down and relaxing under the touch of the curry comb, emitting what sounded like a content groan as he worked the brush in circles over his coat. At least this work was distracting; it was keeping his mind off things. Off things like Alexa, leaving Lena and his niece and nephew behind because of his work and everything else he had to worry about these days. He needed the distractions, or he would end up dwelling on them too much, as usual. Maybe he was a little too much like his mother in that respect, he could be a worrier.
He had done with Dawson’s coat, which now was back to its usual condition, when he heard a feminine voice address him from nearby. Charlie looked up, glance falling on a blonde haired woman he hadn’t noticed walking up the aisle, too intent on getting his own work done to notice anyone else. He flashed her a friendly grin.
“Yeah, I am, just got here yesterday evening. I’m Charlie, Charlie Cordell,” he answered, dropping the hoof pick he had just been using back into his kit, holding a hand out to her to shake.
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Outfit Click but with boots instead of the Converses xD
Muse The Witch’s Quickening – Merlin episode
Notes Sorry about the wait, have had a severe lack of internet for 4 days =/
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