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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 5, 2010 16:15:20 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] New habits… It was a fine idea, but one that was a lot more difficult that it sounded. He’d grown accustomed to the way he was, it was just how he acted. Trying to just change that with new habits would be like trying to write with his left hand. Not only would it be tough to do, it would take a whole lot of effort that seemed pretty pointless. Not exactly… he noted towards his own metaphor. It wasn’t pointless to move on. He did need to, everyone had told him that. Of course, they’d felt pretty bad about pushing the words at him when they found out he was depressed. Of course, some thought depression was something you could just snap out of, those who really knew about it had felt bad for pushing him. You couldn’t just snap out when you felt like… You would eventually, but it would take months to do so, months that things could go very, very wrong. And sure, he hadn’t exactly been great the months before he’d slipped into the problem, he kind of asked for it he felt. “Not a bad idea…” He mumbled in reply, nodding slowly.
As much as he liked the idea of going back to normal. Back to the guy who was all smiles, jokes and music. The guy that would just burst into song at random points, just to break the silence… It wasn’t that easy. When you’re carefree, it didn’t take much to suddenly ground you, show you that life wasn’t all about fun. Even if he managed to somehow drag himself out of the hole he’d buried himself in, he knew he’d never quite be the same again. Life just didn’t work that way. There was nothing he could say to change the things he’d done. He couldn’t hide the shame but he still selfishly wanted something to come, to take away the pain. But there was no way out of that dark place… At least no easy route. If he could, he’d do everything so differently, but he couldn’t turn back the time. Stop it. Just stop. You’re wasting the day. he told himself, shaking his head sharply. He probably looked like he was crazy or something, just shaking his head out of nowhere, but he felt like it helped to clear his thoughts. Which was perfectly fine by him, he’d rather look crazy then dwell anymore. It hurt too much.
“Oh yeah… Right… Parents aren’t so happy you’re here…” He mumbled. He hadn’t forgotten that she’d basically left without a word. He’d just… He wasn’t sure. He’d let his thoughts manifest to words without actually considering them. So he probably sounded like an idiot… or forgetful. Or like he didn’t care. Way to go Tyron! High fives! He mentally facepalmed and left the topic at that, unsure of what else he was supposed to say. Way to seem totally insensitive… he mentally muttered, tempted to really facepalm. He didn’t know why he cared so much… Normally he wouldn’t even have been here… Wouldn’t have given much effort at all to anyone. Which was why he’d lost everyone he’d loved when Beth died. His parents had paid for the shrink, but pretty much turned their backs, Leon was the only family that really cared… All his friends had given up on him. More of your own sob story he reminded himself bitterly, furrowing his brows.
He blinked and let the expression face as he felt a nudge at his elbow. He lifted his gaze to Carter’s as she spoke, letting a small smile form on his lips at her words. At least someone had a positive outlook on life. Pretty plucky anyway. “If you’re sure… I certainly hope there’s a new door. This room’s getting old.” He replied, his voice still a little softer. “A good door would only make that better. Maybe that door’ll help you too.” He added as he felt Dakota turn around a corner with little prompting. Maybe she had a point… He highly doubted that Beth would blame him, so why would he blame himself? Why was he still clinging to that dark shroud he’d dwelled in. He had to set himself free, break free of it. And maybe hanging around with this plucky southern girl was the start to something like that. Step one on his road to getting out of the dark hole.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 5, 2010 16:40:59 GMT -5
 come stop your crying, it'll be alright[/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] her upper body swayed lightly with the movements of the horse beneath her, shifting her free hand to adjust the way her sleeves fell down her arms as they rode. the conversation seemed to be about as twisted as the pathway ahead, watching out of the corner of her eye to take note that it would disappear into some trees shortly. but at least they were getting somewhere, albeit a little slowly. all thing take time, carter reminded herself. it wasn't like she could just snap her fingers and make the entire world a more bearable place for him to be in, or herself for that matter. sometimes she wished that she could do that, just to avoid confrontation and heartache that always seemed to accompany the issues of their lives, but she knew that if she did, she wouldn't have grown into who she was today. she'd have spent her entire life avoiding the things that made her uncomfortable or didn't go her way, which would make her no better then half of the vain girls at school.
normal, what was normal anymore? this coming from the girl who had stolen away in the dead of night, leaving behind everyone she had ever loved, everything that had ever mattered to her in order to try her hand in a completely alien city. was it all worth it? she could probably never return home again once this was all over, whether she made it somewhere or not. her daddy would be furious with her, and although she missed her mama and tessa, carter knew that they would both understand. this had been her dream since she had been a little girl, how could they expect her to just sit at home and be content with what she had? not that she wasn't...oh for heaven sakes, her mind screamed. knock it off. there was no sense in dwelling over what she had done, and besides, if she had stayed home she'd have missed out on a lot.
she'd never have met tyron.
"i can't explain it. it's just..." carter thought for a moment. "this feeling that won't go away. its sits on my chest, but it feels lighter then air, ya know?"
no, he probably didn't, and in realizing that she was beginning to ramble and go off into her own little world, carter felt the colour rise in her cheeks. that was partly what people had been talking about when they said that she was a strange creature, one that didn't really fit in. it was what had isolated her back home, and something that made some people really uncomfortable. why? maybe because she did her best not to be so down all the time. life was too short to waste pitying yourself or wallowing in saddness, and it kinda bothered carter a little to think that she could miss some amazing experiences in doing so. rainbows...sunny days...new friends....those were all things that could be void from her life she was as pessimistic as the rest of the world seemed to be, so perhaps that was it. she was simply too optimistic for her own good.
help her? "i dunno, maybe," she said, turning her eyes up to the sky. "i always knew there was somethin' out there....somethin' bigger then my little hometown. but i never knew what it was. and until i met you, i thought maybe it was just my imagination."
it probably seemed like an odd thing to say to someone she didn't know all that well, but carter wasn't a liar, and that was exactly how she felt. she pulled her other hand back, letting it rest on the saddle horn as she turned her eyes back down to the path, and finally over to tyron. she was a little interested to see how he might react to such a statement, but a part of her was worried. after all, she was a stranger, an outsider who had come into the big city and run into him one night in central park. it wasn't as if they knew each other from something else, and aside from leon they didn't share any mutual aquaintences. so what was the draw there? there was just something about him that seemed to catch her eye without being insane. he looked normal, not the kind of guy to walk around with electic blue hair or anything...
his eyes, she decided to herself. it was his eyes.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 6, 2010 0:03:05 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] Honestly… he had no idea what she was talking about. But ne gave another smile and nodded as if to say he did. Then he paused, furrowed his brows and shook his head. “Umm… No… I don’ really get it.” He admitted. At first he was going to tell a little white lie, and say he did understand. But she’d been pretty honest with him (or so he trusted) so why lie to her over something so stupid? Didn’t make much sense in his mind, so he decided against it rather quickly. But he was sure she’d get some amusement out of his reaction. Or so he hoped. “I definitely do not understand what you’re sayin’… Kinda thick.” He added tapping the side of his head with a hand. No. He knew he wasn’t stupid, but at times he wasn’t exactly smart either. He had his moments of both, he was street wise and book wise in some ways, then completely clueless otherways. Like girls. Despite his long relationship with Beth, he was clueless when it came to girls. And dogs. And chemistry. “I’d like to though, if you wanna explain.”
Okay. Tyron Robinson was not a blusher. He did not get too fluffy in his mind and definitely tried to brush off most affection, even before his depression. But when she spoke next he felt the back of his neck, and his cheeks flare up slightly. Mostly the back of his neck, that was where he usually flushed. He didn’t know what to make of her statement. He dropped his gaze, shifting it to watch the narrow, tree-lined path ahead, shifting slightly on the saddle. In his mind flashed her blushing face, the once over she’d given his chest. His mind was whirling and he wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or a little nervous. Both? He definitely was feeling both. He was flattered that she thought of him as bigger then her hometown… But the way she said it made his chest give a slight squeeze as his mind made it’s own opinion known. He didn’t know what to say to her, didn’t know how to physically react to her words. So for a moment he stared forward, his back a little more rigid then before as his neck kept itself at a rather high temperature. He was assuming. And it was wrong… But she’d given him a little proof to say that his assumption was at least partially right.
“Thank you. I suppose.” he mumbled after a moment, shifting a little closer towards her horse as the path narrowed a little once more, so close he felt his knee bump hers and felt Dakota’s lack of happiness at the close quarters. The horse gave a nicker and seemed to think he didn’t need to be that close to Carter’s horse. However after his little hissy fit Tyron watched as he physically adjusted, though he was guessing that the big guy was still uppity. Me and you both Kota. He thought, letting his free hand move forward to pat the buckskin’s neck, mumbling soft, incoherent words of comfort. After a couple slow breaths he turned back towards Carter, opening his mouth to speak before found himself lacking what words to say. He was a wee bit closer to her then he’d originally thought. In fact, had he leaned too much over he probably would have smacked into her. He mentally facepalmed, noting he could feel his knee brushing against her horse’s side. So really… he should have known how close he’d pushed his horse over… Not that he had much choice.
“uh. What do you mean by that though… I mean, I’m just one guy in all of New York…” he stammered, keeping his brown eyes on her face a moment longer before turning his gaze back forwards towards the path. He raised his free hand, nervously running it through his hair as he shifted again in the saddle. Unfortunately it seemed as though they’d be side-to-side for a little while longer, considering he didn’t see the path widening for a long stretch of land. So he’d have to get over it. Which was kind of difficult for him at that moment.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 6, 2010 0:39:59 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] would she be able to describe it? it wasn't exactly something that came with a dictionary definition after all, but a feeling that lingered over her head like a raincloud. perhaps not as dreary, she reminded herself, but the idea still applied. the past few days had been some of the most interesting of her life after she had returned back to her dormitory, her mind going over and over the conversation they had had together that night in the park. the expressions on his face, the emotion she had managed to catch in his eyes, the quick glance she had given his chest after he had pulled his jacket off...oh yes, carter was still kicking herself over that one. not only was the gesture inappropriate for having met someone only a few moments before, but it made her feel incredibly strange. but maybe that was also because she was sure he had seen the glance. or was that her imagination as well?
the brunette ran her fingers through her hair again, searching for the right way to try and phrase what exactly it was that she was feeling. he'd honestly said that he didn't understand....so what could she do to help that along? gosh she hated thinking games, she'd never really been that great at them. tessa had always kicked her butt at things like trivial pursuit and those other game shows she enjoyed so much, leaving carter to simply excell with her guitar. that had always been the one thing to set the sister's apart. one was logical and one was musical. no, stop it, she chastised herself. focus on the task at hand, quit looking back. but she did manage a small laugh when he spoke about being rather thick.
"have ya ever had a dream where somethin' ya want is hangin' in front of ya, but everytime you reach out to touch it, ya find that it's always out of reach?" she asked, tilting her head a little. "it feels a little like that. but now i'm findin' that i can almost reach it."
that was about as good as it was gonna get, she thought to herself. further explainations were almost impossible for her to formulate at that moment, escaping her mind entirely. only when she felt the bump of his knee against hers did she realize just how close they now were, having been forced to steer a little closer together as the path narrowed. this was, she assumed, was why they always had the trail riders in single file, to avoid letting the horses get that close together. she'd touched him before, skin on skin when she had leaned over her own body and lightly placed a hand on his in an attempt to be comforting, so why the shock at feeling his knee against her own? she hadn't been paying attention, she told herself logically, it had probably just scared her a little, that was all. there was no other reason for it, and carter had no intention of making herself blush even more by searching for another meaning. accident....scared....right.
but at his next inquiry, the girl found her eyes slowly turning up to his face. the path had narrowed to the point that they still had a short distance to go before they were able to distance themselves safely once more, and she had secretly hoped that he would choose not to comment. to explain would definitely not help the colour already evident in her face, but the explaination itself would be incredibly difficult for carter. why? because tyron was the first person to ever ask for a reason. any other time she spoke of people, they accepted it without question, never once forcing her to be honest about what it was that she was thinking, or the reason behind her choice of wording. and now that he had, she was a little uncertain of what to say without appearing to be a babbling idiot.
"well...i just mean that...well..."
oh yes, this was going to be much harder then she had originally thought it would. carter swallowed, trying to collect her thoughts. "you're not...like everyone else i've met. you have a story, you have secrets....but you're real. you don't step into another personality every mornin' before you face the world. and i...i kinda like that."
of course she liked it. it was refreshing to be able to talk to somebody who didn't fake a bright smile everytime she walked into the room or make a big deal about coming over to greet her. being a college student meant that she dealt with those kinds of people everyday, waiting and watching to see what they would do to make themselves noticed before lunchtime. but with tyron, everything seemed to be almost the opposite. was he still hurting? apparently so, even if it was just a little bit that he showed...but it was still there. he seemed to genuinely like her company, or at least hadn't pushed her away, and when he spoke to her, he didn't speak at the top of his lungs to catch the attention of anyone passing by. his tone was normally soft, sometimes a little flustered by the things they said to one another. and in carter's eyes, that was the best kind of person to be.
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 6, 2010 12:50:16 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] A dream where something was just out of reach. Tyron could admit that he’d had that before, but who really hadn’t. Everyone had probably at one point or another, even if it was something as simple as almost getting tickets to see your favourite artist, just missing something visiting the city, a pet, a girl or boy, then there was big dreams, like his old musician dream, or the other almost impossible dreams. Acting, marrying a hotel heir, becoming the next Michael Jackson… Those dreams weren’t exactly easy to obtain… At all. Which was why he’d given up on that… Well he’d had help in the discussion but in any case it was probably a better idea not to get his hopes up on a stupid dream like that. How many people in high school had wanted to be rock stars? How many people in his college classes wanted to be rock stars? It was even less likely then the actress and actor jobs. Why? Because he was pretty sure he knew of more people wanting to do music then acting. But whatever, neither were Tyron’s concern anymore, he had school to do, then he’d worry about getting a job that he could do for the rest of his life.
“Yeah… That makes more sense. And I guess I have felt that way.” He admitted then furrowed his brows thoughtfully. She felt that way because she was in New York now, right? Hard to be a Broadway star when you didn’t live in New York… Or close at all to New York. What was his dream? What was out of reach for him? Normality? Happiness? Both? Though he felt both when in the presence of Carter. He felt normal again, and he’d smiled, laughed even. Which to him was a pretty big thing. People took simple things like laughter for granted… They didn’t realize how much it helped you until you couldn’t bring yourself to let laughter out. Or until you couldn’t find a reason to smile. And yet he’d done both in the presence of this near stranger. And he knew more about her already then he knew about a lot of people he’d gone to school with. It was strange… Maybe because he’d asked? He hadn’t just expected it to come out, and he had been trying to keep the conversation between them alive that night. Why? He didn’t know what made him put forward the effort. But he did.
She was blushing again, he noted to himself. Now… Was it because he’d embarrassed her by asking her to explain further… or was it because of his assumption. She kinda liked that he wasn’t afraid to be himself? Well that kind of depended on your opinion… This was ‘new Tyron’ not the real Tyron. The real Tyron had shone through a handful of times since Beth’s death. So really, he wasn’t exactly rolling out of bed to face the world as himself… But she had a point, he wasn’t choosing to smile and beam like the world was bon-diggity. He might not fully be himself, but it wasn’t exactly a choice to be the way he was. Partially it was… But it was difficult to explain, even mentally to himself. And he was going to give him a headache overthinking it. He just needed to take the compliment as it came and move on. But something else made his brain stall slightly. “I…I kinda like that” to be specific. He didn’t move his gaze as she lifted hers to his face. Instead he tried to read her face, see if there was a double meaning between ‘that’ and himself. Did she just like that… Or was she admitting something else?
“Well… I’m glad you like that…” He said slowly in reply, pulling his gaze away to force it forward once more. She had pretty eyes. He didn’t like to think it, it felt disrespectful to Beth… But the thought did push it’s way forward. In fact, despite his attempt to push it away, it just kept coming back. He didn’t even know why, he’d always thought he really like blue eyes. Always it had been blue eyes. Carter’s were dark. Like a cup of coffee. stop it. he mentally scolded, his hand tightening around the reins slightly. Then part of his mind forcefully reminded him that Beth was dead. “But uh… This isn’t really me… Or who I want to be. So any news on your audition?” He mumbled, trying to stear the conversation elsewhere. Anywhere.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 6, 2010 13:17:11 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] suddenly debating what the hell was wrong with her, carter took careful note of how close they were, turning her eyes down to the side of her horse to pull back slightly on the reins and prevent his knee from brushing against hers again. there was only a small space there thanks to the ridiculous width of the path, and she knew that her knee was instead closer to the back of his saddle, but it was a safer distance then before. truth be told, carter wasn't entirely sure why it was bothering her so suddenly, but maybe it had something to do with the way she had sounded. she had been talking about a dream, having something only just out of her reach...of course she probably sounded like a complete fool to him, but maybe he was too polite to say so. at least to her face, anyway. then again...maybe she was thinking too highly of him and too lowly of herself.
a hand once again ran through her dark curls, bringing her bangs away from her eyes so that she could see the pathway ahead. they were now dangerously close to the treeline, which meant that she would soon need to pull away so that tyron could make it through and up the small hill that she was beginning to see on the other side. mentally she cursed herself for having blushed the way she had, ducking her head down again to look more at the saddle horn. if this wasn't making a total idiot of yourself, carter didn't know what was. clearly she'd stated something that would make their encounter a little more awkward...she knew how it sounded, but it wasn't right. not when they'd only gotten together a second time to come out riding, his idea of course. if she hadn't been riding, the brunette might have kicked herself for having been so tactless.
"forget i said anythin'," she told him quickly, mumbling her words as she straightened in the saddle and gave black beauty a small kick.
the horse spurred ahead and up the hill with ease, clearing the path for tyron to make his way through. but as she made it to the other side, carter adjusted herself in the saddle and turned to wait for him, knowing that he was only mere second behind her. "i probably won't hear back for another week or so," she said with a small shrug, trying to make it seem as though nothing had been said before. "the director looked like he might have been slightly impressed, but that doesn't mean anythin'."
again the girl shrugged, avoiding eye contact as she turned black beauty beneath her and continued on her way up the path, this time in a quicker walk. they'd gone into an open field that the path ran along, seeing the dirt that had been trod on by horses more then once before almost like a yellow brick road from oz. it stood out brightly against the dark greens of the grass, other animals sounding in the distance. assuming that they were behind other fences, carter pushed forward, posting decently well for a girl who had been born and bred with a western saddle.
"it's real nice out here."
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 6, 2010 14:09:35 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] Well the fact she muttered about forgetting she said anything, then moved to kind of leave him behind suggested that the topic was over. Which was both a relief and slightly disappointing. He’d wanted to change the subject, true enough…But… Part of him kind of was curious now that the conversation was over. He furrowed his brows a little, pulling Dakota to a halt to let her get up the hill a little further before giving a small kick. He felt Dakota speed up, and tightened his knees a little to keep himself in the saddle at the jerk the horse gave. There were a few things on Tyron’s mind as he listened to Carter’s response on the audition. Her blushing, her words, the fact she’d gotten rather flustered when he’d bumped her knee by accident with his own. It brought curiosity to the forefront of his mind. Yes, he scolded himself for thinking anything about her… But the way she was speaking and acting couldn’t help but let the thoughts come forward. Not to mention made him curious to test her, just to see how she reacted to different things. Was that mean? Rude? He didn’t know for sure…
“Will you let me know how you did? Curious.” He replied. Another week? He hated waiting for things, nevermind news on whether you got into something. He’d always hated waiting to wait to see what courses he got, so he figured in her shoes he’d probably be pretty irritable and impatient the whole time he waited. He gave her silent, mental kudos for being patient. “Looking interested doesn’t mean nothin’? Does that mean it’s like a job interview? Can’t count on anythin’ till they call back?” He asked curiously. He’d actually never auditioned for anything before… He’d been involved in a lot of music things at school, but he’d never had to audition for them. It was kind of a‘show up and join’ kind of deal back then. So really, he had no idea what it was like to have to audtion in front of people, then sit around and wait for them to get back to you. To him, it did sound just like a job interview… And he had always loathed job interviews… They were like a plague of evil. As over dramatic as that was… He pulled Dakota up to walk behind her horse, deciding after her reaction to close quarters that he’d back off a little.
He had to agree. It was real nice. Trees, grass which were still green and would be for a little while. Though the leaves were starting to change o yellow in places and the grass didn’t have the lush brightness it had during their rather wet summer. But it was still nice. He could hear the river though he couldn’t see it, and swore he heard a few cows in the distance. To add a bonus, it wasn’t uncomfortable weather-wise. It wasn’t hot, but it wasn’t cold enough to see his breathe. It was just nice. Chilly enough to stay comfy, but warm enough to bite off a chill. “Couldn’t agree more. Real nice.” He replied slowly, eyes on the back of her head. He really hoped he hadn’t made it uncomfortable for her, with his pestering for explanations. Wouldn’t that be ironic… Lost all his other friends for neglect and lose this one for trying to hard to not neglect her… Was it so hard to find a balance? And maybe he was just out of practice in having friends. He figured that was definitely one possibility.
Maybe it wasn’t… But he felt like it was suddenly awkward. Like his pushing for her explanations had made her uncomfortable. He didn’t like it… Was this what it was like for everyone around him when he’d first started acting up? No wonder they’d given up, he really didn’t like the feeling. But he wasn’t going to give up. Not when he’d just met her, and she was one of few putting any effort into knowing him. He furrowed his brows a little then let his gaze move forward to the path. He scratched his head for a second then nudged his heels into Dakota’s sides to move the horse into a trot, then again with his right heel to move into a canter, passing by her. “Coming country girl?” He asked, smirking over his shoulder.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 7, 2010 15:31:22 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] what the hell was she thinking? not only was that thought totally out of line, but it felt awkward to allow into her mind. she didn't know him well enough to create such a feeling inside of her, it had no place in her life nor was it sought after by tyron. if they had known one another longer then perhaps she could allow such a thing to start, but as it was carter was ashamed with herself for having such little control over her emotional side. and she wasn't even sure that that was what it was. it was an assumption, hopefully an incorrect assumption, and would probably go away in the next few minutes as she heard him once again attempt to engage her in a conversation. mentally shaking her head, carter allowed herself to glance over at him, only to see that he was no longer riding by her side. with a quick tug on the reins, she pulled black beauty off to the side a little and paused, allowing tyron to catch up on his buckskin before she continued onward down the path.
"yeah," the girl said with a small smile, as if trying to apologize for her earlier reaction. "i'll letcha know."
carter thought about it for a minute. what exactly was an audition like? would she really want to let him know? well, of course she'd tell him, she told herself quickly. she'd been brought up to believe many things of the world, but she hadn't been brought up as a liar. when she said that she would tell him, it was almost like an oath of honesty for the girl to tell him the results of her audition, whether she liked them or not. the brunette scratched the side of her head a little, trying to come up with the sentence that would best describe the way that the audition process worked. it was hugely complicated, but at the very same time the easiest thing in the world. all you had to do was go in there and show the directors and producers what exactly you could do, while giving the performance of your life. that was what most of them looked for according to her roommate. they wanted to see the charisma that each actor had inside of them, see if they could correctly channel the emotions of the character they sought....
she considered it carefully for a moment. "sometimes they tend to stick with the same face. they make ya think ya did well...when maybe ya didn't. it's kinda confusing, really."
well, perhaps not so much as she thought, but what did carter know? she was practically new to this city still and that meant that she had a whole new set of rules to follow. ones that she had not yet learned by heart. but maybe by watching tyron a little more she could come to understand those rules? oh what was she thinking? how on earth could she possibly understand the ways of the big city by watching a single person, especially a near stranger who would notice if she suddenly started observing him...more then usual. it wasn't like he was stupid after all, he was bound to have noticed the fact that carter was trying to help him...after all, even leon wasn't that great at keeping a secret. oh, who was she kidding? tyron had probably seen right through her the instant she started talking to him in the park.
so why did he stick around? leon had warned her that he would be resistant to all attempts at help, to anyone who made it known that they were willing to befriend him. sure, he'd managed to pull away from her a little bit that night, but he'd walked far more steps forward then backward. but why? what made her so special that she had actually managed to make some kind of progress on the first attempt? she didn't have the slightest clue, but she wasn't about to argue with whatever had brought them a little closer together. a new friend was exactly what she needed in new york. a friend, the voice reminded her. a friend and nothing more. there was no time for that, nor would it help him get any better. right?
country girl? there it was again, but this time, carter had been so lost in her own thoughts that she had almost missed it. and yet when she saw him canter ahead, a bright smile of amusement found it's way to her lips. and as she pushed black beauty into a canter, three words could be heard.
"oh, it's on!"
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Post by TYRON ROBERT ROBINSON on Sept 7, 2010 17:02:18 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] Yeah. An audition definitely sounded like a job interview to Tyron. He’d gone through a few of those, knowing full well that he probably would fail them and left with the guy grinning ear-to-ear or something. He knew it was a show, a face that they just plastered on at every interview. He’d never gotten a call back… Not until just before he moved out. He was glad she’d let him know though. He didn’t know why… At all. He didn’t know why he cared whether this girl got in for her part or not. But he did. He could have lied to himself, tell his brain that he didn’t care. But he knew he would be lying. “That sounds a lot like a job interview. Never really know what they thought of you. I hated going to job interviews… Then you sit around and wait for them to A) call and say they don’t need you. B) don’t even call or c) on the off chance, hire you.” He replied slowly, rolling his shoulders ever so slightly. Okay, so maybe his hatred towards job interviews was a little over dramatic… But he didn’t care, it was how he felt. He hated them, hated the people that interviewed you… hatred it all.
Tyron chuckled as he heard the three words of challenge. If it was a challenge he might as well step down now. He wasn’t comfortable going any faster then he was if she was interested in a race. He’d galloped a few times before, but he didn’t like it… And neither did Darby truth be told, his horse didn’t like the feeling of him possibly falling off. She was a big softie. He kind of missed her the more he thought of her. He remained at the canter he was at, turning his head forward with a roll of his eyes. They had a fair bit more of the clearing to go before they hit the trees again, but at a canter he knew that the area would go by fast and they’d be back to a walking pace. He moved with the horse, many lessons of his aunt barking orders echoed in his head as he smirked to himself. Between her and her English riding daughter he’d had a lot of lessons on everything. The most echoed lesson was one where his younger (but far more skilled cousin) had followed him around on her horse barking, “Heels down, eyes up. Heels down, eyes up. “ over and over until he’d told her if she mentioned his heels again that he’d push her off her horse.
However, despite the fact that he knew what he was doing, Tyron was well aware that being cocky tended to get you in trouble. And boy was he right. About half way through the trodden clearing a chipmunk moved to scurry by. Despite the fact that there were gophers in the pasture Tyron passed, apparently Dakota wasn’t too fond of the little critter and came to a screeching halt and hopped to the side. Tyron felt himself slip off without even a chance to fumble for leverage. Next thing he knew he laying on his back, with one hand still clinging to the reins. Dakota was standing beside him, watching the chipmunk with his head raised and his ears back. Once the rodent scurried on, Tyron found the larger critter looking down as if to ask ‘Oh. Dude. You okay?’. It really could have been worse, Dakota could have bolted, or stepped on him… So Tyron smirked a little and sat up, rubbing the back of his head. Luckily his lower back and ass hurt, which meant he definitely landed on that area rather then his head. One bonus.
“Smooth move pal… But it’s all good.” He mumbled softly as Datoka’s nose met his outstretched hand. He patted the velvety nose then reached up to scratch the gelding between the eyes. “I’m alright. Next time though, just you know… Go around… Just a stupid little rat-type thing. Or you could, y’know… Step on it. ” he suggested calmly to the horse, watching his ears still flick backwards as if afraid the chipmunk would come back and attack or something.
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Post by CARTER LYNN JACKSON on Sept 7, 2010 17:41:52 GMT -5
come stop your crying, it'll be alright [/colour][/size] JUST TAKE MY HAND AND HOLD IT TIGHT -- -- -- -- -- -- --[/center] there was really nothing as freeing and uplifting to the spirit as a good strong canter, or so carter thought. that was the country girl inside of her talking, a rather ironic thought when you considered the nickname that tyron had suddenly bestowed upon her, but it amused carter nonetheless and made her smile brightly, even to the point that she laughed as she followed along behind him, catching up slowly with the headstart that he had gotten putting him much further ahead. in that moment she felt like she was home again, cantering through the fields with tessa as the two raced to see which of them could remain on their horse at such a high speed, pushing casanova to see what exactly he could do. he'd have made an excellent jumper if she had trained him properly, or perhaps a barrel racer with all of the running and sharp turns that they did. but as it was, he had only ever been a pleasure horse, her best friend in a strange little way due to her inability to connect with other human beings.
but that feeling immediately came to an end as the chipmunk scurried into view, startling both horses to the point that black beauty began to jump wildly and flail his front legs at the tiny critter. her knees immediately tightened around his sides, forcing the girl to lean into the bucking horse as he moved up and down in rapid succession so that she could remain in her saddle without falling off and into the dirt below. it took a moment to calm him, feeling him breathe heavily beneath her as she gently rubbed his neck and murmured soothing words in the hopes of calming him down enough to continue. until she looked up, her heart almost stopping when she saw tyron, not on his horse, but on the ground instead. for a moment she was petrified with fear, having heard of accidents that had claimed lives and broken bones of riders when their horses had been spooked. and so of course, carter was down from her saddle in a heartbeat and rushing herself over toward him just as he sat himself upright.
breathing a sigh of relief, the brunette knelt down next to him in the dirt, trying to push aside her worry with a small smile. "ya alright there, city boy?"
gave me a bit of a scare, she added silently. she'd seen tessa fall from her horse before, back when both girls were still young enough to ride ponies without any speed at all. the one that she had been riding suddenly changed direction on her, tossing tessa off balance and off of the saddle, with a riding boot still stuck in the stirrup. whether the pony cared enough to notice or not was beyond her, but he had continued on, dragging tessa behind him while she struggles to disentangle herself from the horse entirely. in the end she had been okay, but not before giving carter one hell of a scare, a little like the one she had experienced just now as she spotted tyron on the ground. why had it scared her so badly? she was a girl....as lame as the excuse sounded in her head. she was emotional, she worried. oh, yeah, good cover the voice said sarcastically.
"no blood, no broken bones..."
her eyes moved to the hand he held at the back of his head, almost afraid that he might have perhaps hit it against a rock on the ground and cracked it open. but seeing nothing sent a wave of relief over her, allowing her body to relax a little bit as her eyes quickly looked the rest of him over. she didn't dare touch him in case something was broken or badly bruised, but also took care in making sure that her eyes did not linger before they returned to his face. she'd made that mistake once already, and it was not one that carter was interested in repeating again. instead she pushed herself to her feet, offering him a silent hand. she'd been knocked on her ass enough times to know that sometimes a helping hand was appreciated, even if the gesture was totally optional.
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