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Rachee
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Keep Your Head Up (Spesh) Mar 25, 2012 2:35:45 GMT -5

Post by Rachee on Mar 25, 2012 2:35:45 GMT -5

“You’ve got a chill in your bones, young lady.” Filly had never understood what her mother meant by this. She was always picking on her. “I don’t need a jacket! Leave me be mama!” She retreated down the stairway in a huff. It was the only escape route, other than crawling out the window. (Not that she’d ever be brave enough to try that) Besides the fact that they lived in the same cramped, two bedroom apartment, there was very little Filly and her mother had in common. Sybil Lovelace hated horses. She thought they were dirty, disgusting, smelly creatures. Filly, on the other hand, loved everything about them. She would have spent every night sleeping in the barn if it wasn’t for the cold that settled downstairs at night. Of course now that it was spring, she planned on doing it more and more often.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” Filly gently massaged the muzzle of one of her favorite horses, his quiet breathing helping to calm her down. Little by little she began to forget about her problems. “What would I do without you?” The horse nuzzled her hand as if in response, breathing warm air against her skin. Short whiskers tickled her palm as he searched for a treat. “Nope, I got nothing buddy.” She giggled and pushed his nose away. “Stop it! That tickles!”

Time flew far too quickly. One moment, Filly was in the barn petting the horses, the next, she was being dragged to school by her brother. She trudged far behind him the entire time, glancing back to the barn as it disappeared behind them. “It’s almost gone!” Filly jogged for a moment to catch up to her brother, and watched the little red dot that was their house disappear. She was hardly excited to go to school. In fact, the sooner it was over the better. Then she would finally be able go back and be with the horses. This was a typical mindset for the obsessed fifteen year old, whose namesake, a female baby horse, seemed to fit her perfectly. Though, she had plenty of reasons to dread going to school...

((OOC: Yeah, so I just figured they see each other at school or whatever. Feel free to godmod/teleport her there.))

Last Edit: Mar 25, 2012 2:40:48 GMT -5 by Rachee

My, the odds be ever in your favor. -President Kale

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Keep Your Head Up (Spesh) Mar 25, 2012 19:14:08 GMT -5

Post by Spesh on Mar 25, 2012 19:14:08 GMT -5

Newton Erik Frierson

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Even though he found school to be pointless and irrelevant while younger, Newton no longer had those feelings. Obviously he would much rather be working at his family's store or relaxing out in the sun, but considering that the day was rather bland and dreary, school seemed like an enticing enough option to Newton.

One thing about school that was good to Newton most of the time was the fact that he could get out of his brothers shadow. Cameron was always better at everything, everything from selling wares to schoolwork and even athletics. Most of the time at school, he was able to avoid comments about his brother, but every once in a while a teacher would say something comparing him to Cam. Even though things like this irked Newton, he would just let them pass. Getting upset and/or angry were not worth it in his mind. He could be himself, even if that self was worse than Cameron.

Today was one of the days where Newton did not have a first period class. He liked school, of course he did, but there was always something great about not having to do anything. So instead of going to class, he just decided to sit down in the hallway, watching others pass by as they hurried to their first period class.

ooc: bleh, this is awful.

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Keep Your Head Up (Spesh) Mar 29, 2012 18:06:37 GMT -5

Post by Rachee on Mar 29, 2012 18:06:37 GMT -5

What started as a rather pleasant morning for Filly was quickly disappointing. They were approaching the start of another school day; one of her least favorite things. She trailed behind her brother with downtrodden eyes, looking up occasionally just to make sure she didn’t run into anyone. In such a jungle of children, the fifteen year old knew she didn’t fit in. She wasn’t strong, outgoing, or competitive like some, nor did she fit in with those that were overly intelligent. She enjoyed horses and reading, that was pretty much it. She didn’t even have experience working cattle, which could come in handy if equitation was your only talent. All she did well was hide in the barn all day and talk to the horses. She was pale and fragile from little exposure to the sun, appearing more like a teenager from one of the middle upper districts. Because of her awkward appearance, Filly received many stares from children at school. This was only one of the reasons she hated being there; it also kept her from spending time in the barn, which she preferred above anything.

Being drawn out of a daydream, Filly suddenly realized her brother was no longer leading the way. She was alone, just stumbling along, and in a place she feared almost as much as reaping day. At any moment she felt like she might be plucked out of the crowd. Filly scoured the hall in a panic. There were too many bodies; she couldn’t tell them apart in such a tight space. What was he wearing again? Some kind of dark sweater? She sucked in her breath. Too bad everyone was wearing sweaters that day. Filly decided the only thing better than standing, was sitting on the ground, out of harm’s way. She plunked down and crossed her arms across her chest. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she recognized a boy from the grade above her, also sitting. Filly figured her brother would have to come back for her eventually. And if he didn’t? She would have to follow this older boy, maybe pretend she knew him.

My, the odds be ever in your favor. -President Kale