Charlie Hall
Beginner Rider
Do you know me? Do you trust me?
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Post by Charlie Hall on Dec 30, 2012 23:15:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] If You Cannot Come back again, just don't lie to me don't leave, even if you can't say those words I may be a fool but, I cannot keep waiting for you yet to say goodbye to you is something i could never do please, do not go far away please, do not go far away where I can't find you do not go so far away do not go so far away Please don't leave me don't leave make a promise to me, I beg you----------------- Violet ran the body brush over Harley's coat, letting the bristles smooth out the uneven patches. She finished, and patted Harley's back. "Good boy." she whispered, turning and digging through her grooming kit. Violet had been in Harley's stall for at least 6 hours, grooming and feeding and braiding him. She had uses every brush and tool in her kit, and now she just sta against the wall, humming as Harley munched on Hay.
After the post went viral, Headmistress Drake called Violet into her office. She expressed her sympathy for the matter and how the staff were trying their best to find the blogger. She told Violet she was concerned for her wellbeing. Violet had gotten up and left in silence.
She had walked towards the barn as quickly as she could, ignoring stares from, well everyone. Everyone knew about her f*cked u family life, and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought about her friends, Carmel and Freya. She knew for certain they had read the post, but they hadn't contacted her at all. No one had. Not even Chase, who once accused Violet of having it easy. Served him right to be proved wrong. Violet had no one. She had Sammie, but Sammie was Sammie. The blogger would eventually put a rift in thier relationship. Violet only had her horse, which was more then enough.
Violet must of drifted off, because when she awoke it was dark. Groggily standing up, Violet made her way to the door of the stall, looking out. She was surprised to see none other then Carmel standing there. Violet rested her chin on the stall door. "I assume you read the blog." She said, picking at the wood with her fingernail.
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Post by Carmela Vigil on Dec 30, 2012 23:44:11 GMT -5
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of LS & BTN[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]The blog had started up when Carmela had been in London with Freya. Since she didn't have an international plan for her phone, she actually didn't find out about the stupid thing till she was completely back on campus. You could imagine her surprised when she peeked a look at it and say her own new in there. The 'new' trio? Oh come on. The entire thing didn't even make any sense. The other girl mentioned in the post with her and Freya, Amelia, Carmela had never even spoken to her before. The entire site was a load of crap with meaningless words with less truth than a tabloid.
That was until she saw Violet's posts. To be honest it kinda blew her mind away. At first Carmela shrugged it off, thinking there was no way in heck it was true. This Gossip Blogger person was just making it up, like what they were writing above in all of the other posts. It was just trashy words. However, there was still the uneasiness in the back of her mind that followed her around. Truth be told, Carmela didn't exactly know about Violet's past. In fact, she hadn't even talked to Violet in a few months. But that, what was on the blog. There was no way that could be true. It was way to...painful, was a word to use. It was too painful to be true.
Carmela, trying to escaping her mixed up thoughts, fled down to the stables. Maybe seeing Memory would calm her down. The post about herself wasn't all that bad, it was barely worth flipping out about. But Violet's...Violet's was bad, whenever it was true or not. At the stable, she paused and looked into her horse's stall. She was surprised to find Violet there, grooming him. "I assume you read the blog." Violet spoke to Carmela. Carmela took a deep breath, trying to collect herself enough to speak. "Yeah. I did." She replied slowly, not quite sure of her reaction. "I don't know if that crap is true or not, but-"Carmela stopped for a second, as her words were coming out rushed. "But either way, that stupid Gossip Blogger is going to pay." [/style] | | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]i don't know how to be myself[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #466484;]how i can become myself[/style] |
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Post by calliefan234 on Dec 31, 2012 15:33:36 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] If You Cannot Come back again, just don't lie to me don't leave, even if you can't say those words I may be a fool but, I cannot keep waiting for you yet to say goodbye to you is something i could never do please, do not go far away please, do not go far away where I can't find you do not go so far away do not go so far away Please don't leave me don't leave make a promise to me, I beg you----------------- Violet gazed at Carrmela, her eyes calm. She had missed Carmel in her downward slope to wreckage, and it was nice to her her voice again. Violet combed through Harley's braided then unbraided mane.
"It was true." She had planned to say it in a reasonable, controlled voice, but her voice cracked at the end. She was trying to rebuild her once rock hard shell, but it was hard when you had no building material. Violet hadn't let a ssingle tear escape since the post, but her lips trembled now. "Um, thanks for your concern, but i-i-i'm fine. How've you been?" She said, her voice barley above a whisper. Harley nuzzled Carmel's hand.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Dec 31, 2012 15:48:21 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;]"You two having fun without the leader of the 'new trio'?" Freya said, leaning against one of the stall doors. She wasn't a rider, that's for sure, but she was a rebel. Always going into places she shouldn't have been. While she had been in London with Carmel, she hadn't heard anything of it, but it was more because she was dealing with her old problems at home. When they got back onto campus, everybody seemed to be staring at them, and pointing, which ticked off Freya even more. Never tick off an angry Freya who had just spent a week with her family. "I'm guessing you're talking about the damm gossip blogger, ain't ya?" She said, her accent getting thicker and thicker as she started to get angrier and angrier. "The little fuckerr. I swear, I am going to kill that b!tch when the team finds out who that b!tch is." She said matter of factly, glancing down at Violet. Having been angry at the person who wrote it, she hadn't yet checked it out again, for fear that her family would be involved in it again. She didn't know anything about Violet's family. Yet.[/style] | [atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]DREAM[/style]
[STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;]  "][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;] Notes: Stuff here[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;] Words: Stuff here[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;margin-bottom: 10px;font-size: 10px;] Tagged: ###[/style] | | [cs=2][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: right; padding-right: 25px;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS[/style] |
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Post by calliefan234 on Dec 31, 2012 16:45:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] If You Cannot Come back again, just don't lie to me don't leave, even if you can't say those words I may be a fool but, I cannot keep waiting for you yet to say goodbye to you is something i could never do please, do not go far away please, do not go far away where I can't find you do not go so far away do not go so far away Please don't leave me don't leave make a promise to me, I beg you----------------- Freya. Freya Freya Freya. Violet's other best friend, in a way. Another girl she hadn't spoken too. As Freya ranted in the way Violet loved, she walked out of the stall door, sitting on the tack box in front.
In her daze, Violet realized something/ These girls weren't rubbing her back and promising to fix it. They were bad mouthing the blogger and actually doing something, not trying to comfort her. That gave her a surge of pride. These girls were the people that could help. And she loved them for it. "Wanna learn some Violet family history? Here." She handed the phone to Freya, pulling up the blog.
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Post by Freya Cullen on Dec 31, 2012 17:01:22 GMT -5
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[STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;]Freya glanced at the post, blinking once and then closing them, not even finishing it. "Don't. Just don't." She muttered, backing away and leaning against one of the walls with her fingers to her temples. Freya knew she didn't live in a ffucking perfect world, but she still didn't want to hear about a family that had been torn apart with all the abuse and shitt they had to go through. "I really don't want to deal with any of that crap right now." She said, eyes still closed. Freya didn't know how to express her feelings, never have, never will, and she didn't know how to show sympathy that well. blame it on the fuckedd up parents she thought bitterly, glancing back up at Carmel and Violet. "Well." She started again. "You must've had one fuckedd up childhood."[/style] | [atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]DREAM[/style]
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Post by Carmela Vigil on Dec 31, 2012 17:09:06 GMT -5
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of LS & BTN[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Carmela had been near silent throughout the entire thing. When Freya showed up, she merely raised an eyebrow at the Brit, not commenting. She assumed that since Freya was a rider, the only other reason was to support Violet. Carmela didn't know for sure, but she just figured after everything Freya had said.
When Violet mention that it was all true, Carmela's stomach went into knots and for a split second she thought that she was going to be sick. That-that was impossible. Crazy. Insane. Murder. Murder. The last word stuck with her and made her convinced that she was going to be sick right then and there. Carmela pressed a hand to her mouth, willing herself with all her might to be calm.
Carmela squeezed her eyes shut as she listened to Freya's rant. Its safe to say that the other dark haired girl was just as comfortable as Carmela to learn about Violet's past. Violet, I- Carmela started. She didn't know what to say after all. What were you suppose to say in a matter like this? She shut her mouth and shook her head. Never mind.
OOC: This is so bad[/style] | | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]i don't know how to be myself[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #466484;]how i can become myself[/style] |
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Post by calliefan234 on Dec 31, 2012 17:28:44 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 490px; height: 500px; background-color: #000000; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/6mnUt.jpg); border: 2px ridge #00A0E0; -webkit-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; -moz-border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px; border-radius: 0 30px 0 30px;] If You Cannot Come back again, just don't lie to me don't leave, even if you can't say those words I may be a fool but, I cannot keep waiting for you yet to say goodbye to you is something i could never do please, do not go far away please, do not go far away where I can't find you do not go so far away do not go so far away Please don't leave me don't leave make a promise to me, I beg you----------------- Violet felt less calm now, watching her friends' faces. Both of them had there eyes closed and were turning away from her. Carmel tried to say something, but stopped. Freya made a comment about her childhood. Instead of being a smartas she just put it simply. "Yeah. I did." She looked at her friends, and made Carmel turn around. "Guys, look. Please don't treat me different. I'm Violet. What Happened has Happened. It's getting better now. I'm under my brother, Mark's care. He lives in London, so technically I'm foreign." Violet meekly smiled. They were both silent. "Everyone's treating me different. But I'm me." She hoped her friends wouldn't bring up her hair or her drastic weight loss. She needed them to see she was getting better. "Guys, I'm me.'" she said again. They were both still silent. Violet looked at the ground. Harley nuzzled Violet in the back.
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Post by Carmela Vigil on Jan 5, 2013 18:54:38 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]i don't know where i'm going[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #466484;]i don't know why i'm trying[/style][style=color: #4c85c1; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]i just want to see the world with clearer eyes[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]words -- numero[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]tags -- peeps[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- scribbles[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA
of LS & BTN[/style] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;]Carmela was still struggling to keep a hold of herself. After all, she had been to the darkness before and it was somewhere where she was not so willing to go back. It was hard enough not to go off the deep end in this kind of situation; if Carmela, who was just a listener in this story could hardly hold it together than she had no idea how Violet could possibly be coping right now. The truth was though that she had been bearing the truth for God knows how long.
Carmela smiled weakly at Violet, listening to what she was saying. I believe you. She spoke up. She knew that it was the still the same Violet, no matter what had happened in her family all those years ago. I'm just being stupid right now, Carmela rolled her eyes at herself. [/style] | | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]i don't know how to be myself[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #466484;]how i can become myself[/style] |
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Post by Freya Cullen on Jan 5, 2013 22:14:55 GMT -5
[atrb=style, Background-color: #dddddd][atrb=width, 537, bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px; color: #b2cf6d;text-align: right;]JUST ONE MORE[/style]
[STYLE=text-align: justify;padding: 10px;font-size: 10px;]Freya groaned, looking back up at Carmel and then at Violet. "You're you, but you're different. Somehow." She groaned again, looking down. Freya knew what would happen. It had happened every place she would go, once they knew who she was and what she had done, everyone had looked at her differently. "I don't know why, it just is, okay? She said loudly when silence errupted around her.[/style] | [atrb=style, background-color: #b2cf6d][atrb=vAlign,top][STYLE=width: 200px;color: #dddddd;font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 50px;vAlign: top;]DREAM[/style]
[STYLE=border: 5px solid #dddddd; width: 100px; height: 100px;] "][/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;] Notes: Stuff here[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;] Words: Stuff here[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dddddd;width: 100px; padding: 5px;margin-bottom: 10px;font-size: 10px;] Tagged: ###[/style] | | [cs=2][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 13px; text-align: right; padding-right: 25px;]template by pianissimo of BTN and LS[/style] |
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