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Post by Bonnie Felicity Carter on Jun 15, 2011 20:49:59 GMT -5
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Why the nightmares? Why can’t she just sleep in peace? Bonnie huffed, leaning against the wooden window-frame, eyes lidded. It had taken her merely a second to realize that although this was ‘help’, it was also prison. Her room was on ground level, yes, but escape from the window would not be possible. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t get far. The window could not be opened, causing the room to be stuffy and humid. The girl could not even lean out, catch a breeze and relax herself. Hands gripped the pane tightly, clenched and angry. Not only could she not rest this night, daydreams had been plaguing her. Her fingers traced the light wood, remembering her father’s well-worn ones. I miss you.
Tousled hair slipped into her eyes and she blew it away in annoyance. It broke her thought bubble and suddenly she was itching to do something…worth doing. Looking up as much as was allowed, she craned her neck to spot a possible rooftop. The other buildings had the same low roof, sloped and inaccessible. It’s not like she had pajamas on. No, she hadn’t even bothered attempting slumber this night and had stayed in her clothing- light wash skinny jeans and a loose white tank top, layered upon a simple black one with a similar shape. She narrowed her eyes, nodded to herself, and snatched her jacket from the chair’s arm, slipping through her modest cabin room. Currently, she had no roommates. She had requested it even- and her mom had obliged. She didn’t need to know anyone here. She’d be gone soon enough.
The door inched open without a sound, and her lips played into a small smile. Well-oiled door hinges. Ironic that everything else managed to squeak horrendously. Her black boots skimmed the floor, making no sound, and she roamed the hallway, eyes catching on the doorway. Running her hands through her hair, she plowed forwards, shrugging open the door and floating against the wooden buildings. She stepped quietly, lingering in the shadows. Wandering, she came across the barn, gazing upwards and finding it to be the highest building in the facilities. Cocking her head, she flounced forwards, no longer worried about capture. The door had a wooden latch for a handle and Bonnie proceeded with caution. Half-shrugging her shoulders, figuring this place was too cheap for security systems, she stepped through, wincing slightly as she waited for an alarm.
Hmph. Nothing came. Finding the staircase, she climbed the steps, coughing from the dust and coming to the second level. The horses whinnied, restless. Now, on to the roof. Blonde curls caressed her face and the girl pushed open the big double door leading to the outside. Leaning out, Bonnie found a suitable handhold, hiking herself first onto the hay bales, then on the open door’s top frame. Dangling from the edge, she swung a leg onto the broad side of the roof, rolling onto it. She was pulled slightly by the gusts as she stood, three stories up, spreading out her arms and granting the world a broad smile. A bright moon hung over her head, and the temperatures had dropped substantially in the night. The chill nipped at her forearms as she slipped from her leather jacket, leaving it in a lump on the floor. The edge of the roof was a rain pipe, leading to an overhanging ledge of wood and a sheer drop to the concrete beneath her. Bonnie loped over, stepping out of her shoes. Barefoot, she took two steps up to the ledge, eyes closed and hair flying wildly in her face. The moon lit up her face, make-up having been rubbed off, leaving only a sweet cat’s eye. She looked goddess-like, and no one could have guessed she was such a grief-ridden teenager. Oh, yeah, despite the fact she was balancing on the roofside of a barn in the small hours of the night.
Crouching, she lingered, memories jumping back and forth. She turned them all off. Just for that moment. And suddenly the only thing important was this moment. Freedom, if only for a little while. Never again would she return to that cabin. She would jump. She would leave. Although she knew that was impossible, she did smirk at the imagined expressions of the caretakers when they found either her dead body or her gone body. How much did they really care?
Carefully placing down her foot on the surface, she now stood on the edge of it, arms holding on to the weather pole behind her. Bracing against the wind, she leaned forward, breathing deeply.
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Post by William Solmen on Jun 16, 2011 22:11:29 GMT -5
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[/blockquote][/justify] Word Count. Unknown Too lazy ^^
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Post by Bonnie Felicity Carter on Jun 18, 2011 0:48:49 GMT -5
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Bonnie’s stormy blue eyes were frozen shut, arms disentangling themselves from the pole and spreading outwards. Feeling like a bird, the wind changed directions, causing her hair to fall into a frenzy, whipping backwards, and keeping her upright. Badly, she wanted to fall. Tip and fall. Into nothingness. But wouldn’t that be giving up? Isn’t Bonnie a girl who does everything possible to do just the opposite? Yes, she’d thought about suicide a couple of times, but she doubted she could ever really do such a thing. It was so final. So…definite.
She’d even cut herself a few times, just to say she’d done it. And you know what? All it did was hurt. And then, after the hurt went away, there was still the emotional pain. Kind of like a drug. Use it, feel euphoric. Finish it, feel stoic. Bonnie simply did dangerous deeds to gain adrenaline. Not to travel into death. Or heaven. Or, let’s get real here; hell. Therefore, concluding herself, she blinked open her lidded eyes, staring out into the night. At the lovely, twinkling stars. She could name every single constellation, memorized by heart. Her mind was shut off. No memories of her father, no images of crying woman, no knives or crashed cars or alcohol bottles. And for once, she just was.
The night was a far cry from over- being only about three a.m. Her feet were numbing and she stood on that rooftop for at least half an hour, letting the wind buffet her porcelain face and muffle the sounds of the horses- the late night owls. And each time were mind would drift to unpleasant memories, she would lean from the building, dangle her foot over the side. To some, it would seem pointless, to stand alone on a rooftop. To her, it was welcome relief.
Finally, after relishing her limited freedom, miss Carter sighed. And then, out of nowhere and with a startled ‘oof!’, Bonnie was pulled off her feet. Ripped, really. Taken in bulky arms and slipped over the ledge, then roughly pulled back. Only to be stood upright. Curls now draped across her mouth and nose, she ran a hand through it and glared up at her surprise attacker. Her heart was racing- not from the near plummet to the concrete, but the sudden movement when she had been so sure she was alone. Wow, no she couldn’t even manage time to herself. On a rooftop. Of a barn. Ridiculous.
Her captive was… towering. Over six foot, for sure. Indignantly, the 5”5 girl glared up at him, smacking his hands off of her shoulders as soon as her feet touched the shingles. Okay, yeah, let’s not jump off a building- let’s kill the girl of a heart attack. He was attractive, yes. Her type, really. Muscled, tall, probably thick-skulled. Scars. Lots of them, actually. Bad-boy. Now, all she wanted was to be free of them.
Her eyes widened in angry disbelief. Did he actually just accuse her of suicide? She huffed, placing a hand on her hip and allowing her expression to morph into one of distaste and hostility, the perfect furious angel.
“Oh, please. Don’t give me that condescending look. I wasn’t the one who nearly threw an unaware victim over the edge of a building. Really- who does that? And then you come and talk to me about ruining this place for you- for everyone.” She paused, narrowing her eyes and giving him an equally hard, cold stare.
“Besides, I don’t owe anyone anything. And I certainly don’t owe you an explanation, of all people.” Mmm. Was he actually concerned for her? No. Did she care? No. To her credit, the stubborn girl didn’t take a single step backwards, despite his obvious resemblance to Micheal. In fact, she took a couple steps forwards, jabbing her fore-finger into his chest to accentuate her point.
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Post by William Solmen on Jun 18, 2011 1:21:24 GMT -5
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[/blockquote][/justify] Word Count. Unknown Too lazy ^^
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Post by Bonnie Felicity Carter on Jun 18, 2011 12:45:29 GMT -5
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Oh, how his half-smile irked her. She wasn’t kidding- nor was she being ‘cute’. Bonnie hooked a finger into her jean loop, appraising him with that judgmental look. She did it to everyone- sized them up. A people-reader, her mother used to say. Stance, body language, eye movements. It all related back to the person. And this boy- man, really, was surely not the kind-minded, energetic type. Therefore, when he turned, dismissed everything she just said, and mentioned something about his pony, the girl did not at first follow him.
His pony. So he was probably a horse-lover. Oh, god. Indignantly, Bonnie stayed put, seriously considering climbing down the other way and leaving the barn. But as he raised his eyebrows and challenged her, she loped over, snatching up her leather jacket and boots on the way by. A near invisible hatch in the ground, leading to a dimly lit, loft. The second floor of the barn. He did not offer her a hand to help her down. Rude, yes. But it’s not like Bonnie appreciated aid from others. Screw gentlemen. She dropped to the ground, nimbly catching herself and causing a dull thud on the weathered wooden boards. She took sudden inventory of the nails and other sharp protruding objects, and she slipped on her shoes. Cheap.
He was nowhere in sight, but he could really only be downstairs. A ladder was propped up to the main floor, but Bonnie instead scaled down the stairs, throat clogging with dust and soot. A single bulb dangled from the ceiling, now clicked on and giving off meager light. Standing in front of a horse, presumably his ‘pony’, was the boy. He looked concerned, but the horse didn’t. How, she didn’t know, considering how wounds dappled his big black nose, the white stripe flooded with red blood. She idly wondered how he obtained such injuries. But, oh yeah. She didn’t care.
Striding over to the man, she again spoke in a hostile tone. One moment he was scolding her for committing a suicide that was never going to happen anyways, the next he was smirking at her outburst, and finally, here he was, tending to his pony.
“MPD much? You know, you can get help for that.”
She didn’t wait for his response, and approached the horse he was tending to, sweet face vaguely curious. To an animal, she would look vulnerable. Resting her elbows on the top bar of his stall’s gate, wide eyes staring him down. No, she didn’t like horses. What’s more, he looked a lot like Black Magic. And she hated that beast. But this one looked damaged, even his eyes looked broken.
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Post by William Solmen on Jun 18, 2011 17:03:53 GMT -5
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[/blockquote][/justify] Word Count. Unknown Too lazy ^^
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Post by Bonnie Felicity Carter on Jun 24, 2011 18:37:35 GMT -5
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Bonnie had a feeling she had seen this horse before, and when she stared into its eyes for the few seconds it allowed, she was sure. It was a wildcard, sometimes dangerous. Black Magic was like that, and her mind clenched at the thought that it was her goal to tame the beast. And fully aware that the horse was likely to charge her, the girl had leaned towards it. If only to clench a little piece of danger. The animal was muscled, lean and thorough, seeming like it’s owner, who it seemed to be comfortable around.
The back stallion was silent for a few moments, but soon its ears were pinned back, and fire filled its eyes. Oh yes, damaged. It slammed with all of its weight against the gate, and Bonnie cocked her head curiously as if intrigued by its reaction. She wasn’t scared, no, and she didn’t flinch as the door banged in, jolted at the bolts by the massive horse. Horses. So temperamental. She did not understand how such a connection between human and animal could ever be made. I suppose a person like Bonnie wouldn’t have ever had a chance for bonding- the most exotic pet she’s had was a goldfish. Her step-father had flushed it down the toilet in a rampage.
As the crazed equine foamed at the mouth, wild with the encounter, the girl placed a petite hand on her hip, and suddenly a quick smirk flooded her features, and she looked just fine with having a sixteen hand horse rush her. The boy was attempting to wrangle the beast, and Bonnie marveled at the fact he wasn’t pegged in the face by the metal horse shoes. Everything else in the small stable seemed to be. If she had been kinder and more sympathetic, maybe she would have felt fear for the man. But she wasn’t, and she didn’t.
Plus, she was still fuming from his earlier stunt on the rooftop. Vaguely, she considered climbing back up there, to bask in the stars. It’s not like the dusty barn was a place for her. But that would be like backing down, wouldn’t it? Besides, the constellations had begun to bore her. Man, how quick she lost interest.
Giving the boy a look, she silently leaned against the other side of the stable. The other side was warped.
“You catch more bees with honey than vinegar; apparently.”
Her voice was measured, naturally song-like.
“It’s not like I’ve ever bothered to find out the truth of that.”
Rolling her big eyes, she gestured lazily to the horse. Sarcasm dripped from her tongue, and she stared at him with an amused expression.
“You may want to calm that thing down. Looks about to have a cardiac arrest.”
CURRENT LOOK -- FOURSIXONE -- sorry it took so long; exams were coming up and I had to study -.-
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Post by William Solmen on Jun 24, 2011 19:23:24 GMT -5
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[/blockquote][/justify] Word Count. Unknown Too lazy ^^
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Post by Bonnie Felicity Carter on Jun 25, 2011 1:15:50 GMT -5
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In the arrogant, self-centered part of her mind, Bonnie figured she could take that horse. Easily. But in the practical part, she considered the fact that this boy was one and a half her size, wide and tall. Her lithe ballerina arms were graceful, not forceful. The horse took ages to calm itself, hazardly and sloppily bumping into thing after thing, trashing any attempt at making the stable comfortable. Good. It didn’t look like it deserved the niceties. Bonnie had once heard about glue farms. What a nice prospect.
The girl scolded herself for that thought. Mmm. Still, an entertaining idea. Her mind quickly shifted to Black Magic, and the comparison between the two horses was extraordinary. Truthfully, Bonnie figured the two would get along just swimmingly. Probably gossiping about their horrid owners and considering how they would later run off together. Why was she of all people pegged with the troublesome horse? Sure, she could just ask for a new one. She was nearly one hundred percent sure they would allow such a switch. But hey, the animal was a challenge. Something to distract Bonnie from the real problem.
Her real dad was dead. Her step-dad was horribly ill. Her mother was a walking wreck. She, herself, could never put down the bottle. She was still scarred from her previous boyfriend. Damaged Souls was her last resort. And maybe the most concerning- that at times she could simply turn it all off. Not care. Lack solid feeling and emotion. Amazing how her attempt at shutting it off had managed to toss it all back in the ring.
No. Not now.
The boy had stepped from the cage, dusting off his hands, and sauntering over to her. Star had seemed to quiet substantially. Had she seen this rider before now? Yes. On the trails behind her cabin. But never had she been able to put a name to his face. She could have requested it, yes. But he didn’t look friendly, which suited her just fine. Because coincidentally, neither was she. Bonnie was not here to make friends.
‘Well, he should stay calm if we leave him alone now,’
No mention that she just caused his pet to have a panic attack. Simply the cold hard facts. Perhaps that was the way to do things. Bonnie looked him in the eye, textured locks framing her face, strands falling into her cat-eyes and causing an abrupt and annoyed gust of air to push them away.
“Who said I want to leave him alone?”
Her voice was teasing, yes, but a bit challenging. To lighten the effect, she finished off her stance with the smallest of smiles. One that said 'bite me.'
‘So, how long have you been here?’
She squinted at him, considering his question. It wasn’t interrogative. Just a casual conversation starter. Slumping against the metal grate on the wall, feet now clothed in leather, she twirled a strand of hair, gaze hard but silently flirtatious. Seriously, it wasn’t on purpose. It was more of a habit. Waves raged within her irises, and she blinked her not so innocent eyes, answering cleanly.
“A week.” She paused, and as an afterthought added carefully. “But that’s including the time it took me to break out and bus to the nearest bar.” Shrugging, Bonnie raised her gaze to the ceiling- half of an eye-roll. She didn't look proud, though neither did she look ashamed. “It took them ten hours.”
Ten hours was much more than she had expected, and when they found the blonde teen, she was intoxicated to say the least. No, although she wasn’t the stumbling, embarrassing, scream in your face drunk, she tended to get rowdy. A cop car had driven her back; after the police officer had peeled her lips off of a random man she had taken a liking to. Already, Bonnie was craving something to give her a buzz. Silently, she considered asking the man, but decided against it. He didn’t look wild enough.
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Post by William Solmen on Jun 27, 2011 0:09:01 GMT -5
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[/i] wanted, it was what Will wanted for his horse's own personal health. If she hadn't already realized the cuts across the horse's chest. He was going to have hell getting those to heal all over again.... "Running doesn't help. I've tried that a couple of times myself," Will said. But it wasn't in a forceful lecturing tone, it was more of just a simple statement of what he'd figured out. She'd still probably keep running, and who cared if she did? It wasn't like anyone would miss her. Certainly not Star. Will sighed loudly in the quiet of the barn. Will began back up to the loft. There was no way he'd be sleeping again, at least not in that cabin, it was too eery being in there alone, or at least being the only one awake. He offered a hand up to Bonnie this time. "I'm Will by the way, William Solmen." Will's bruised stomach was bugging him, he hoped he hadn't damaged any of the scar tissues. Sometimes they'd start bleeding if they were rubbed too hard or in just the wrong way. He glanced down to be sure. There was no blood, but a pretty nasty looking yellow spot was growing, it was faint so far, but it was surely there. Will made an annoyed face at the bruise and mentally shrugged and focused back on Bonnie. [/blockquote][/justify] Word Count. Unknown Too lazy ^^
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