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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 4, 2010 2:35:28 GMT -5
 There will be times on this journey, all you'll see is darkness. Out there somewhere daylight finds you, if you
keep believing. So don't run, don't hide, it will be all right. You'll see, trust me. I'll be there watching over you.
Just take a look through my eyes, there's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through my eyes
[/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Circle .B. Ranch. Yeah… Tyron did in fact know someone that worked there. Whether that person had been willing to talk to him was a completely different story… But Tyron had been pleasantly surprised to find Beth’s sister more than willing to make a reservation for him. She seemed pretty happy to talk to him, seemed rather happy that he was actually talking to people period. Not that he’d really given her much reason to think otherwise… Maybe he was the only person that blamed himself for the accident… If Beth’s sister didn’t, then who of all people would? Maybe his therapist was right, maybe he did take things too much to heart. Maybe he did need to just let stuff roll off his shoulder. Which was way easier said then done to be blunt. So, he’d start trying anyway. Step one: Not his fault. The car accident was not his fault. He’d just keep telling himself until he believed it. It was mental, right? Like the kids that lied about something so much that they actually believe that their lie is the truth. It could work for him.
He’d been nervous about the whole thing. What if now that it wasn’t night and Carter wasn’t all alone he didn’t find near the connection anymore? What if the whole thing was just really, really awkward? Then it’ll be two hours of awkward and you can go home… he told himself, turning the steering wheel to park in the lot of the ranch. He was definitely not fond of driving. He hated it. But he’d gotten annoyed with public transit so eventually resorted back to the driving, but bought a better car. With help from his parents… They’d understood the panic he had for having the safest vehicle he could. “So with my contact we get the trail to ourselves. Unless you want a guide. Figured we could manage without…” He said, looking over at Carter, raising a brow to ask her which she preferred. He was far from a pro rider, but he knew enough to get a trail horse to get moving. Then again… Wasn’t exactly difficult. “Or if you think we’ll get lost…” He added.
He unbuckled his seat belt and moved to get out of the car, smiling slightly. He couldn’t help it… The sight of the barn, the smell of hay and horses… Just a lot of good memories. He smiled and gave a wave to the blonde girl in the doorway who scurried over. She pointed out where they were to go, which horses they could choose from then moved back to the group of kids waiting for her. Tyron blinked. He had expected a little more then that… But then again, she did have pony rides to run, he wasn’t going to stop her. The kids were cute… All lined up with matching helmets on their heads and excited grins on their faces. Reminded him of when he first got Darby as a kid, had to wear a helmet and learn to ride. He smiled faintly at the memory then moved around the car to Carter. He ran a hand through his hair then nodded towards the rear of the barn. “We’re supposed to go back there. Pick a horse and we’re free to go as long as we sign back in in about two hours.” He told her.
He started towards the gate and held it open for Carter before he slipped through and locked it behind him. He watched the farm dog toddle up, ears perked in interest. He passed the dog by with a simple pat on the head, he wasn’t really that much of a dog person. He preferred them over cats by a zillion, but he wasn’t a huge dog person still. He moved to the back where the trail horses they were to pick from were lined up, tied to a fence. Most were eating from the trough below and some were snoozing in the late afternoon sun. “So she said uh. They go from highest skill over there, to the lowest on the right.” He told Carter, pointing down the line as he spoke.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 4, 2010 11:26:05 GMT -5
 come stop your crying, it'll be alright[/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] was she excited? heck yes! it had been forever and a day since carter had last been riding, since she had been forced to leave her own horse behind when she had left her smalltown in kentucky for the bustling metropolis of new york city. and for the special occasion, she had pulled her pair of bright red cowboy boots from the back of her closet, where they had been in storage since her first day in the city. she'd attracted quite a bit of attention, walking down the streets for the first time in those, especially since there was a bit more of a clunk that followed every step when compared to the shoes that other people wore on a daily basis. but thank goodness for olivia, the cousin who had said that she would help carter adapt. that was the only reason that she had begun to wear the ballet flats that she had worn that night in the park when she had met tyron. they were deemed far more "normal" then her boots.
she'd yet to experiment with dresses and skirts. but that was just fine with her.
now she sat shotgun with tyron in the car, and although her eyes were trained on the road ahead, she was watching him carefully out of the corner of her eye. she had learned only a few nights ago that he had lost someone in a car accident, an accident in which he had been the driver. she wasn't sure how much time had elapsed since the accident had actually happened, but it had clearly still had quite the impact on him since he had been so uptight and evasive for part of the night. only near the end, when her already broken curfew suddenly returned to her mind, did carter find that he was willing to open up to her, even to the point where she could have sworn she had seen the ghost of a smile on his lips as they parted ways. that had to be worth something, right? if not, then perhaps today's little excursion would prove that point to be much more pronounced then it was as they sat in the darkened central park together.
the brunette glanced over with a small shake of her head. "i'm sure we can manage on our own. as long as you're comfortable with that. after all, you're the one bringin' me."
as he put the car in park, she noticed a blonde waving to him from further up. she observed silently as she slowly unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the car, setting his leather jacket on the driver's seat. since he had been kind enough to let her borrow it that night in the park, carter thought it only right to return it to him at the first opportunity, having hung it up as soon as she returned to her dormitory so that it might air out and not smell like her. did she even smell like anything? that night she had been slightly more concerned with getting him to talk while she stayed warm, her sense of smell wasn't exactly on high alert. unlike now, of course, where she found herself inhaling scents that smelled much more like home then anywhere else in the city. sure, new york had some interesting odours of its own, but nothing compared to the smell of the barn, that musky scent that came from the horses and the hay that they were surrounded with.
she stepped through the gate with a soft "thank you" to tyron before she knelt down in the dust to scratch the ears of the farm dog. but after a moment, she was on her feet again, watching his quick acknowledgement of the dog before they continued on their way to the barn. it gave her a thought, one that she would have to sit on for a while before she tried to do anything with it, but perhaps it could be of some use later on. but she nevertheless sent a soft smile back at the boy before she stepped into the barn, once again taking in the sites that reminded her so much of home. she noticed that a few of the horses were already saddled and ready to go, which took a little of the fun away, but she wouldn't let that happen. she was bouncing like a hare on the inside, anxious to get on their way.
"you comin' cowboy?" laughed the girl, practically running down the stable toward one of the horses further to the left.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 4, 2010 12:44:29 GMT -5
There will be times on this journey, all you'll see is darkness. Out there somewhere daylight finds you, if you
keep believing. So don't run, don't hide, it will be all right. You'll see, trust me. I'll be there watching over you.
Just take a look through my eyes, there's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through my eyes
[/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] At least someone had confidence in their ability not to get lost. Tyron wasn’t so sure, wouldn’t be hard to get turned around. But whatever, as long as she said she was alright with the idea he’d be alright. But he didn’t really give a reply to her on that, he was busy noting the where and what that he was being told by Beth’s sister. He was good at remembering stuff. Or at least he’d always thought he was, as long as he paid attention. Though a few of her words kind of invaded his brain, even after they’d stopped talking to go on the move. He was the one bringing her. Why? Why was he bringing her? He didn’t even know… Because he’d thought she’d enjoy it. But he could have just told her about the place, he didn’t need to go along. But he did. He was there now. And he hadn’t even considered not going. He was pretty sure he’d sent his mother into cardiac arrest when she’d called that morning to see if he wanted to meet her for dinner only to have him say he had plans. He could hear her yelling to his dad about it, her voice shocked and yet pretty damn happy. Couldn’t help but set his mood a bit higher. Nothing like cheering your mom up.
He felt like an idiot but as she scooted ahead towards the horses Tyron noticed the cowboy boots she was wearing. He stared after her for a second, on the verge of what felt like laughter. He hadn’t seen someone wearing something like that in New York in forever… He blinked and looked up as she spoke, raising a brow. Cowboy? He was no cowboy… “Do I look like a cowboy or somthin’? You’re the one with the boots.” He asked her as he followed. He wasn’t about to go take the most ‘skilled’ horse of the lot, it’d been a while since he rode. It would come back like a bike, but he wasn’t willing to fall on his ass to try and prove something. Casual ride worked just as good for him. He paused a fair few horses from the end and decided on a buckskin that was just standing there watching the field across from him. The critter was taller then Darby, but Tyron wasn’t worried. They were trail horses… He gently placed a hand on the rear of the horse, as well as the one on his other side as he slipped between them, just to make sure he didn’t startle either of them.
He stood beside the buckskin’s head, untying the rope that hooked him to the fence by his bridal. He noticed a small silver plaque over the horse’s trough that read, ‘Dakota’. “Couldn’t have given you a more original name, hey bud? Nope. Kind of lame, not going to lie” Tyron chuckled, reaching out to rest his fingers against the horse’s nose to let him get a good smell. Better to let the horse get comfortable. It was almost like an instant reaction to Dakota that made Tyron relax, and immediately take on a better attitude for the day. Less worry and more enjoyment. He was immediately reminded of Dallas and the trips out to the farm. He remembered his aunt making him help with the chickens… And them attacking him… He remembered helping in the garden and learning to ride. He remembered going out for entire afternoons in the pasture, a guitar in hand.
After a second he raised his second hand to scratch Dakota’s cheek before grabbing onto his bridal to push him back. He didn’t shove too much, just to get him back behind the other horses, glancing over to see where Carter was. “How’s it coming along there cowgirl?” He called, turning his gaze back to Dakota as he stepped forward, being nudged by the horse’s nose. He turned, chuckling as he held his hand out, palm out. “Nothing for you until we get back. Nice try…” He spoke then blinked. Did he just laugh? He did. Shocker.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 4, 2010 15:02:50 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] she settled on a black thoroughbred closer toward the opposite side of the barn, letting her hand gently graze the skin from back to front as she wandered up the row between the horses. the last thing she needed was to be kicked. sure, it had happened once or twice before, but her last experience had been the most dangerous by far, and carter wasn't in any hurry to repeat the experience. it had been relatively painful to say the least, leaving quite a nice bruise on her stomach from where she had been hit, but the aftermath of the situation had become rather amusing in her mind. let's just say that casanova didn't take too kindly to the physical abuse the other horse had placed on her. she could still remember some rather loud sounds coming from the throat of the ordinarily quiet horse, and the sharp thunk of one of his hooves coming down on the stallion's head. oh yes, there had been some testosterone in the air that day.
her dark eyes flickered to the nameplate that lay just head of the horse, causing her to laugh softly. oh the poor creature, having been named 'black beauty' was almost cruel. at least casanova had been given a name that was slightly better then average, and that was only because she had changed it from brandy. brandy was a terrible name for a horse, she thought to herself, but black beauty? it was just terrible. still, she brushed her hand gently down his nose, letting him adjust to her as he breathed in heavily and snorted, nudging her arm. she scratched between his eyes for a moment, then moved her fingers to untangle the knot that kept him attatched to the barn. it didn't take much prodding on her part to get black beauty to move backward and away from the other horses. in fact, he seemed almost as ready to go as she was, which was yet another thing that she loved about horses. they were always in tune with how the rider, or potential rider, was feeling and seemed able to sense the excitement or nervousness they might be feeling. for some horses, this was a good thing because they knew to be careful with the rider. but others, if they were too high-strung, liked to make it worse.
so he noticed the boots. a little colour rose in her cheeks. she hadn't expected him not to notice, but she hadn't been entirely sure as to his reaction. "they made me stand out back home, you know."
oh yes, the bright red cowboy boots weren't exactly normal back home in kentucky, where people favoured black and tan, sometimes even white. whatever it took to be comfortable and get the job done. but carter, always having to be different, had spotted a pair of bright red leather boots one day in the local boot store and instantly claimed them as her own. some of the older people in town who knew her thought it was a perfect fit for a girl who had always stood out in town, but there were others who had disapproved of her colour choice. why? boots didn't belong in that outlandish colour, they said, and carter shouldn't be showing off anyway. what business did she have in wearing such a flashy pair of boots like that? it had always kinda bothered her that people thought so little of her simply because she didn't want to be one of them in appearance, but that was something she had quickly learned to set aside.
the hell with her small town, she thought, leading black beauty from the barn. the other horses around them began to chatter a little, perhaps a little upset that they were to remain stuck in the barn, but black beauty displayed his greatfulness by nudging her with his nose, pushing the girl out of the barn door a little faster as he walked along just behind. a laugh passed by her lips as she turned, rubbing the side of his neck with the hand that wasn't occupied by the reins. oh yes, carter could already tell that this was going to be a rather interesting, if not amusing day out.
"not too badly," she said back to tyron as she swung herself up into the saddle and turned black beauty around. "i'd say you're lookin' mighty fine for a city boy."
there was a hint of teasing in her tone, one that was quickly followed by a soft laugh. she had managed to hear his chuckle toward the horse, and it caused her smile to brighten a little. if that wasn't progress, she didn't know what was, because in the small amount of time they had spent together already, she didn't believe she had heard him laugh, even just a little bit. it was nice though, she thought to herself. his laugh was enough to lighten any tension they might have been...and it was incredibly pleasing to the ear.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 4, 2010 16:22:43 GMT -5
There will be times on this journey, all you'll see is darkness. Out there somewhere daylight finds you, if you
keep believing. So don't run, don't hide, it will be all right. You'll see, trust me. I'll be there watching over you.
Just take a look through my eyes, there's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through my eyes
[/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Tyron could have imagined that red cowboy boots would make someone stand out anywhere. He’d been to Dallas enough times to see the stereotypical country guys and gals and those trying to be wanna-be’s. Red cowboy boots? Eh… Not so average. He knew his aunt would probably have strangled a girl in red cowboy boots. He remembered her ranting about some little girl in town that had pink ones with little white ponies on them. The little girl had been so very fond of them, it was pretty cute. But yeah… Not so normal. He didn’t really care, to each their own… Whether it was red cowboy boots, red converse, red flip-flops or whatever… He himself had gone with the classic city boy converse. Black high-tops. Which now he was thinking was fairly stupid on his part… But whatever, looks weren’t exactly his thing, he didn’t care. But he knew his feet could be sore come the end of the afternoon. Whatever… he thought to himself. And whatever was exactly his attitude on it. He really didn’t care that much.
He had a plaid shirt on though, blue and white with a thin white teeshirt under it plus a pair of faded, old, comfy jeans. So he almost had a slightly southern thing going… Until you hit the high tops. Then there was his hair which was basically untouched since he got out of the shower. Still slightly damp too, and with his habit of running his hand through it was somewhat slicked back, and growing curlier by the second as it dried. Still too short to too curly, but enough. He watched her hop up with all the class and skill of someone who’d been riding a long while and smirked a little. Yeah. He had a feeling he was going to be completely shown up by the end of their ride, whether it be by simple things adding up or him falling on his ass. In any case, he hoped it would be worth it. He was already in a better mood then he’d been in months… His therapist was right… He may not have enjoyed things he liked while under the shroud of depression… But now that his cycle was over, he was actually having fun. He smirked a little wider. City boy? Well as true as that was, he was guessing she was somewhat mocking him, despite the tone of teasing.
“This City Boy is goin’ show you how it’s done. Let’s git this show on the road alweady.” He replied, letting his voice become drenched in his Brooklyn burr. Adding to it almost falsely to emphasize the fact he was a city boy. He gave a silent chuckle, turning to the side of Dakota, reins in hand; he raised the hand holding the reins onto the saddle horn, lifting one foot to the stirrup. He rolled his shoulders then hauled himself up, swinging one leg over the horse’s back to plop down in the saddle. Coming back, just like riding a bike. He leaned down to pat Dakota’s neck with a hand then pressed his heels against the horse’s sides to get him to move forward and up beside Carter’s horse. “You coming country girl?” He asked, turning his head to watch her as Dakota kept moving towards the small open gate.
There was definitely a pleasant familiarity to the feeling of the horse walking. One leg, then the other, it was pretty comforting. He turned his gaze down to the back of the horse’s head, a smile curling the edges of his lips as he ran his fingers through the tangled mane. Yeah. He missed being happy, even if he clung to the bad, he did miss it. He wasn’t sure he realized how much he missed being happy until that moment. He was so caught up in moping, in not being happy that his past hadn’t even crossed his mind. He missed talking to friends over coffee, riding with his aunt and cousins, sitting in Central Park with just lunch and a guitar. He missed taking Leon’s two year old sister to the pond and helping her feed ducks bread crumbs… None of those things had ever involved Beth.. So there really was no reason he couldn’t do them. Right?
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 5, 2010 0:35:32 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] country girl? oh, now he was issuing a challenge that carter was more then happy to respond to, and it didn't take long for a smirk to light on her lips. and if tyron thought that she was going to take it easy on him just because she was a nice girl, he had another thing coming. with a little pressure into black beauty's sides from her heels, carter took off in a quick trot after them, aiming for the small gate that would release them onto the trails. since they had declined the use of a guide, carter knew that they were simply going to end up winging it. and what was so wrong with that, she wondered? wasn't that half of the fun that came from riding? tessa used to say that she hated trail riding, simply because the horses were all trained to take the same routes all the time, and so begged her older sister to let her ride casanova out into the fields when she had a chance.
she hadn't realized just how much she had missed the feeling of being on horseback until she started, feeling each movement of the animal beneath her. it was almost like flying to carter, though perhaps not quite as graceful. there was something about riding that made everything in life seem to melt away for just a little while, giving you that freedom to explore yourself and the world around you without the added pressures of your everyday life. this was her chance to let go. but more then that, it was an opportunity for her to really see a side of tyron that maybe she had not yet seen. already he seemed much more relaxed, apparently enjoying what little they had already experienced that day between getting out of the car and mounting their selected horses. and now he was racing her, in a way, toward the gate. there was room only for them to leave single file, so carter slowed black beauty to let tyron pass through safely with his buckskin before she followed.
but almost immediately after she was clear of the gate, she quickly trotted up to his side. "i can keep up with you, no problem," the girl smiled teasingly. "but can you keep up with me?"
a laugh passed by her lips as she made her way past him, holding the reins in one hand while the other was planted firmly on her hip. she didn't really see the need to use two hands on the reins unless you were in a big hurry to canter, or gallop even, but carter had done that only a handful of times, and never in the fields back home. the surfaces were uneven and too unpredictable, which presented a danger both to the horse and the rider if they were ever to step in one. she'd seen far too many people be sent to the hospital because of it. and too many horses put down because of legs that could not be mended the way a human arm could.
with her hair fluttering along behind her, the brunette turned her head to glance back at tyron, pulling lightly on the reins to slow black beauty down and rub his neck gently. she wasn't in any hurry to complete the trails, especially since they had two hours in which to ride before they needed to be back and let someone know that they were still alive and well. if she had only two hours to observe and learn some more, she was going to make the most of those two hours. there was no telling what she would see in that time frame, or even what she could miss if she allowed her attentions to be focused elsewhere. but she didn't want to miss out on the riding either. after all, he had been the one to bring her, and she wanted to make sure that they both enjoyed the time away from the city before they would have to return. it was almost like her chance to go home for just a little while.
"the trails look great," beamed the girl, rising a little from her seat as she pointed off toward the entrances that lay just ahead. "would you be alright on the more advanced ones? or do you want to stick with the calmer ones?"
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 5, 2010 13:02:55 GMT -5
There will be times on this journey, all you'll see is darkness. Out there somewhere daylight finds you, if you
keep believing. So don't run, don't hide, it will be all right. You'll see, trust me. I'll be there watching over you.
Just take a look through my eyes, there's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through my eyes
[/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] Tyron watched her ride up to meet him, raising a brow at her words. Could he keep up with her… Possible… And yet not always possible. She definitely had more practice in then he did… especially in this terrain. Sure, he’d ridden out in the fields, along the gravel rode and what not. But his aunt had preferred him to ride to the town’s show ring. They were really big on showing off each other’s critters, who had the best calf born early spring, who’s pig had the best potential and what not. And then there was the fall fair, which, Tyron reminded himself was actually upcoming in a couple weeks. The whole town and surrounding area were blood thirsty in that whole thing, each wanting to be the one to post a blue ribbon in their barn. But when you lived where they did, what else did you really have to do? In any case, the show ring was used for riding too, especially for beginners and for those as paranoid about their horses as his aunt. Horses were the woman’s life, and she hated when they got hurt. She probably would have strangled him if Darby had gotten hurt stepping in a hole or something. So he didn’t ride outside as much as he assumed she did. He was assuming, so he could have been wrong…
“Who knows… Probably not, this City Boy’s out of practice.” he replied honestly, watching her move past him. Not for too long though before she slower down again, looking back at him. Tyron nudged Dakota into a trot and moved back up to meet her. And of course, being the well trained trailed horse Dakota was, he came to a slower pace right behind Carter’s horse. He raised his hands to turn the horse’s head and nudged him again to get him to move up beside Carter instead. It took some encouragement but the horse did eventually co-operate. He scratched the horse’s neck with his free hand, listening to Carter with consideration. The calmer ones would be easier to just ride… But something told him that they could have the potential to bore her. And really, he brought her here so that she could have fun. Boredom was not fun, he knew that after the last year of eternal boredom. So in his opinion, the more boring trails were probably not one of the better choices.
“We can take one of the more challenging ones if you’d like. I’m not a newb at riding, and I don’t think they’d get too difficult. He replied after his moment of consideration, looking over at the entrances she was pointing at. It was kind of easy to tell which were which simply by the trail below their feet. The ones towards the simpler trails were flattened and crushed to submission from the many hooves that passed through them. The more advanced ones didn’t have as many riders on each go, and seemed less popular, so they were a little less hoof-gullied. “Don’t worry too much about me, I’ll keep up. Choice is up to you.” He told her, shifting in the saddle ever so slightly to turn his gaze back towards her, one hand still scratching the warm neck of the animal below. He smiled slightly, taking a simple guess that inviting her to do this was huge to her. He was kind of surprised how many people didn’t think of it.. .Sure, riding a trail wasn’t the same as just riding, but it was closer than sitting at home thinking about it. All the kids that wanted horses never once thought to trail ride. It was amusing.
“So what’ll it be cowgirl. The trails of boredom. Or the trails of Tyron may fall on his ass.” He asked her, letting another small smile make it’s way onto his features. His tone suggested heavily that he was joking, and he was. He was pretty sure he could stay on the horse, despite the lack of practice he’d had the past while. After all a) it was a trail horse, and b) it was actually a lot harder to fall off a walking horse then most people thought. He was actually not too bad at staying on. Trotting was uncomfortable, but he stayed on. He preferred the canter and the walk though. Maybe that was because despite his aunt’s constant teaching, he’d never really learned how to ride at a trot. But whatever, he could manage.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 5, 2010 14:07:04 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] it took him a moment to catch up, if only because his horse was so used to riding in a single file fashion instead of side by side. but as he approached, she could hear him throwing the option right back at her, instead giving it up so that perhaps she could enjoy the ride as well. though she'd have been just fine going in their direction, carter was more then aware of her skill level, but it sounded like it had been a while since tyron had been on a horse at all. sure, those skills came back easily once you got into the swing of things, but she had never been out there before to explore the trails. it was all entirely new to her, which was a little frightening when she thought of what the difficult ones had been back home. then again, she was fairly certain they didn't have deadly rattlesnakes up in new york, at least nothing like the huges ones she had seen before. she might have been a country girl, but carter was hugely afraid of snakes.
her dark eyes glanced up as they neared the mouths of the trails, considering carefully which direction they should take. the more difficult ones looked like they could be a fun challenge for the both of them, instead of a flat circle with the occasional little hill for the horses to climb up. and what fun would it be, simply walking side by side for the duration of two hours? tyron would become so bored with her that he'd probably pull on ahead of her and just canter the rest of the trails for a thrill. with this in mind, the girl nodded toward the more difficult trails, glancing over with a small smirk of amusement dancing on her lips.
"i promise to help ya back up."
the sight of his smile seemed to help with her anxieties, allowing carter to feel that maybe she'd made the right choice in picking something with a little more edge. he was right, they shouldn't be overly difficult by any means, but she felt herself calm a little when she saw the smile showing even in his eyes. it had been a long time since carter had seen anyone look that genuine about something, and from what she had learned the other night, it seemed as though he hadn't really smiled a whole lot in the last little while. not that he'd had reason to. after all, he'd been driving the car in the accident, the very same accident that claimed the life of someone very dear to his heart. so why should he smile? she was fairly sure that, if it had been her, she'd have reacted much in the same way that tyron had once he found out that the girl had not survived. she couldn't even imagine the guilt that he might have held onto because of it.
with a small kick to black beauty's side, carter turned his head toward the more advanced trails. and there it was again, him calling her cowgirl. if she wasn't careful, it might turn into some kind of nickname that plagued her for the rest of her time in his company. but at the same time, she didn't mind all that much. at least this way, she was able to tell that he wasn't entirely wary of her presence around him, since leon had warned her not to begin sounding like a shrink. it was a broad hint, but one that she had taken under heavy consideration when she had run into tyron that night in the park. the last thing she wanted to do was scare him off, especially now.
"so why haven't ya been out here before if ya like ridin'?" she asked him, turning her head to glance over as they entered the trail.
don't pry, she reminded herself. he'll tell you when he's ready. but her curious nature was slowly beginning to show, which meant that she was already reaching the point they had been at in the park. now she was sounding like some kind of stupid soap opera, which made the girl want to cringe in the saddle.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 5, 2010 14:35:01 GMT -5
There will be times on this journey, all you'll see is darkness. Out there somewhere daylight finds you, if you
keep believing. So don't run, don't hide, it will be all right. You'll see, trust me. I'll be there watching over you.
Just take a look through my eyes, there's a better place somewhere out there. Just take a look through my eyes
[/sub][/center][/font] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [/size] She’d help him up. How nice of her. Though he was pretty sure he’d be able to get back up if on the off chance he did fall. Sure, Dakota was a tall horse, but he seemed pretty lax and attuned to the fact that he had someone to care for on his back. So Tyron guessed that he was the horse that would stop and wait if his rider fell off. Maybe not those horses you saw on TV that saved their rider after they fell into a river and were knocked unconscious… But he figured the horse cared enough to at least stop walking and turn around to make sure the rider was okay. “Well thanks. Good to know I’d have a hand up if I fell.” He replied. He didn’t even have to kick at Dakota’s sides this time, the horse just followed Carter’s horse’s lead, letting out a snort. Tyron looked down, raising a brow. What? Not up for the tougher trails you big baby? he thought to himself, smirking slightly. And maybe the horse was just breathing. But he liked to think it was attitude, the thought just made it all the more fun in his opinion.
“Well… I don’t know, just haven’t really thought about it.” He replied to her question, looking to the side as they entered the trail. He was looking through the light foresting that started, frowning a little. “For the last while I haven’t really cared to do anything I like… Before I suppose I had the pass of the hormone imbalance screwing with my head… After that it was just sort of habit not to care…” He spoke slowly, his voice lowering slightly as his cheeks warmed slightly. He hated the depression. Hated that he’d fallen into that weak state, hated that he couldn’t pull himself out of it sooner. Hated that he still hadn’t really pulled himself back out of the funk. It was embarrassing and he didn’t like it… But despite that, it was still his choice now to move on… And he still chose not to. Not true. If this isn’t trying, I don’t know what is… he told himself, forcing the slight blush away quickly before turning his gaze back towards Carter, his face now more blank then before.
“That and I actually did consider coming here before because uh… It was actually Beth who told me about it. Her sister works here. Beth never rode but uh… She knew I did...” He said, shifting the reins from one hand to the other to turn his body more to face her. He kept his face straight, thought a little guilt flickered through his body as he lowered his eyes towards Carter’s horse’s face. He could have taught her to ride, or at least encouraged her to go out at least once. She’d never really been fond of animals, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t have enjoyed this if given the chance. But he’d never given her that chance… he was too busy with his own plans, his music… He’d never really given her a lot of chance to try anything she had wanted. Stop it. Stop it. She hated horses. He cut into the thoughts firmly, his hand tightening around the reins a little. There was no point beating himself up over it. The chance was gone, she was gone and there was no way to know if he could have introduced her to the idea.
“So uh. What about you? I’m sure there’s pamphlets and stuff for the place around town. Never saw them? Not into boring trail rides?” he asked, moving forward without much lag. He didn’t want to mope and ruin Carter’s two hours. He hadn’t brought her there to sit and listen to his sob story, he brought her so she could have a little piece of home, have some fun. He wasn’t about to go and ruin that. “They board horses here too, and they’re one of the best in these parts I hear… If you ever convinced your parents to bring Casanova up.” He added, forcing his gaze back up though he chose to look up at the branches above rather then her face. He ran his hand through his dark, still damp locks, tugging Dakota closer to her as the path narrowed slightly. Yeah. He was embarrassed again. And kind of shocked… He couldn’t remember the last time he’d spoken so much.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 5, 2010 15:45:38 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] beth, so that was her name.
it was a pretty name, she thought to herself, very feminine. but since it presumably belonged to the girl who had died in the accident, carter was sure that saying her name probably wasn't the easiest thing for him to do depending on just how close the two of them had been. black beauty walked slowly alongside the buckskin that tyron rode, obviously focused on the trail beneath his hooves, but carter's eyes and thoughts were entirely tuned into the boy who rode alongside her. the laughter seemed to die from his eyes in an instant, something that set the warning bells in the back of her mind off in rapid succession. this wasn't exactly the positive start to the day that she had been looking for, but it was more then acceptable in her eyes. she was there to help, after all, but be a simple distraction that would allow him a few moments of happiness before she up and left again. it made her wonder just how many people had passed through his life since the accident, since not all that many apparently stayed according to leon.
it was so sad, she thought to herself, watching the changes in his body and face when he spoke about beth and riding. although this girl might not have shared the same interest as tyron, she got the feeling that she might not have minded so much that they differed in that regard. tyron was a really sweet guy, one who had put her at ease almost immediately when he had picked her up after school that day to come out to the trails. and now? now it seemed that he was reflecting on the past, remembering things that had happened and asking himself if there was anything he could have done to make things better for her while she had still been alive. to see if perhaps he could have included her in the passion of riding that he seemed to have. she'd been there only once, but never to this extent.
tilting her head a little, carter gave him a sympathetic smile. "then maybe it's time to pick up some new habits."
the statement seemed far more simple then it really was, she knew that. it wasn't as if he could suddenly wake up one morning and be able to move on with his life, right? things didn't work that way. but if he really wanted to change, to be able to move on without letting those events control his life, then maybe that was exactly what needed to happen. of course, he wouldn't have to do it alone. leon had made it clear that he was more then willing to give his cousin any and all help that he needed, and well, carter wasn't planning on sitting around to watch while she munched on trail mix. if tyron needed a hand in finding those things that he enjoyed most in life again, then who was she to start offering a hand before snatching it away? if he wanted her help, she'd be more then willing to pull him back from the cliffside. but only if that was what he needed.
if necessary, she'd tell herself to back off. it would be as difficult as chasing a greased pig, but by gosh she'd find a way to do it.
running a hand through her dark locks, the brunette rolled her eyes a little. "i can't call home," she said simply, steering black beauty over a little to shift closer to tyron as the path narrowed slightly. "daddy doesn't know where in new york that i am. and i can't let him know. he'd come up here and drag me home, i know it."
as much as carter loved her father, there was no doubt in her mind that she would be quickly removed from the city if he ever got the chance. he had some kind of grudge against the city that she couldn't place, but it was big enough for him to yank his little girl away from her hopes and dreams. no, tessa would look after casanova for her, she'd begged her to in the letter. not that she really had to worry. the two of them loved each other almost as much as carter had loved her horse, so she knew that she had left her beloved companion in good hands back home. she turned her head to look over at him, once again finding the smile on her lips as she reached over to nudge his elbow gently with her hand.
"cheer up, city boy," she said softly. "i have a feelin' that life's about to open a new door for ya, one that might even be good for ya."
and she did. it wasn't a lie that she had created to make him smile or give him a false sense of hope. for some reason as they turned a corner, carter began to feel that maybe something good was coming their way, intended to help tyron cope with such a tragic loss. whether he believed her or not, she really had no idea, but it was worth a shot. after all, life was like a box of chocolates. you never knew what you were gonna get. forest had the right idea.
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