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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Jan 11, 2013 21:21:35 GMT -5
These word's are strapped inside my head T E L L M E T O R U N B E F O R E I'M D E A D
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How dreadfully boring, everything has been of late. She didn't care much for any of the people here. Not the 'edgy' people and certainly not preppies who lined the hallways. All so spoiled, all so rich with their labels and designer jeans. Wynter loathed them for it, she hated them for it. There were times where she wished she could crush everybody into the ground, just like the boot with the ant. If only it were that easy. People stayed out of her way, they called her unstable, crazy, a ticking time bomb waiting to go off. So many things, and all so true to such a degree. What they didn't know, was that she was insecure and jealous, but Wynter Moriarty would never tell a soul as far as she was concerned. That would seem too human, too boring. A sound left her full lips. A sigh, loud and exasperated as ever. What had gotten into her? How childish she was being. It was so boring to be this sad pathetic little girl, not when she could run around and cause trouble where ever she pleased and started fights as if she were an alley cat. She was no queen, no one bowed down to her. But she was no royal subject either. A familiar glint of mischief came to her doe like amber eyes, and a tug at her lips. Gone were all her silly tidings for the time being, she was back to being crazy Wynter Moriarty, prized scholarship student extraordinaire with a dangerous agenda for getting on top in the show ring and Canterwood Crest Academy's advance placement riding team. And she didn't even care about what she had to do to get there. There was nothing more exciting than the thrill of cheating. A loosen girth, a ripping stirrup leather. The possibilities were endless and all quite accidently over looked. Just thinking about it brought laughter out of her, dark and mischievous as always. Her eyes cast a glance to the lockers in the tack room now, all having a name proudly labeled on it. All of her enemies, all of her competition, and all of their prized possessions right in this very room. Other than the horse of course, but even Wynter wasn't so heartless, not when it came to the animal. Grabbing her saddle, she turned to leave and head to Cherrilee's stall when she slammed into somebody. A dangerous glower crossed her eyes as she stared down at the individual, "Can I help you?" she inquired curtly, a crazy edge to her voice riddled with underlying malice.
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W E A R I N G: Some cool outfit
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C R E D I T: Kitija of Life of Magic && Lyrics: Runaway - Pink
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Post by fennmore90 on Jan 11, 2013 21:25:18 GMT -5
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Post by fennmore90 on Jan 11, 2013 21:34:20 GMT -5
I walked towards the stables while listening to my ipod I had the song "Gone too Soon" by Chris Daughtry playing as I heading down the dark and light grey cobbled path towards the stables. I patted a few of the horses noses as I passed them on my way to the tack room. I had left my jacket in the large roomy tack room earlier and had only noticed when it started to get windy and cold I walked into the room only to bump into a girl as she walked out of the Tack room.
I stumbled and landed on my butt I looked up at the girl and gulped she didn't look very impressed that i'd bumped into her I took my head phones out after I paused my song using the remote on the wire of my headphones and said, "Um...uh...Sorry...I uh um...uh.. I uh...I.....Didn't see you... uh.. uh.. there...uh...um..sorry" I hauled myself to my feet and ran a hand through my short messy blonde hair nervously. I was an utter failure when talking to girls generally but when the girl i'm talking to is trying to discentergrate me with a death glare I was even worse.
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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Jan 12, 2013 18:36:25 GMT -5
These word's are strapped inside my headT E L L M E T O R U N B E F O R E I'M D E A D
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Her eyes fell on the individual who crashed into her. Apparently, she had stood as still as a rock seeing as she was the one still standing and he was flat on the ground. How...unimpressive. Wynter Moriarty's lips twisted a little bit more into an uglier frown as her eyes bore down onto the poor soul. He had no idea what he had just gotten himself into with her as he started to pull out his head phones and she just caught the last of Chris Daughtery. Rolling her eyes, she only shook her head, "That man was so four years ago," Wynter stated, as if she were lecturing a small child or a stupid animal. Adjusting the weight of the saddle in her arms, her weight soon went from one leg to another for main support, her hip jutting out a little. The boy started to talk, long awkward pauses and constant stutters only made her roll her eyes even more, "Spit it out already, I clearly do not have all day with you." But the moment his explaination came, her annoyance skyrocketed and a rage started to boil up in her for no explanation. Wynter Moriarty the ticking time bomb, they had it right all along, "What do you mean 'you didn't see me?' I'm practically as tall as you. Why are you even in the tack room?"
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W E A R I N G: Some cool outfit
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C R E D I T: Kitija of Life of Magic && Lyrics: Runaway - Pink
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Post by fennmore90 on Jan 12, 2013 19:08:50 GMT -5
I blinked taken aback and how plain mean and rude this girl was being to me as I stuffed my ipod into my pocket and said, "Hey...there's no need to be rude and I was coming from the opposite direction from you and I was trying fix my shirt and I didn't se you until I looked up and bumped into you and so what if I like Chris Daughtry he's a good singer that's what matters it doesn't matter if he's popular and...as to why I was going to come into the tack room I came to get jacket I think I left in the tack room earlier this morning it's getting a bit chilly out there" I blinked and it occurred to me at how much i'd just said with out stuttering or making a fool of myself.
I glanced behind me and spotted my horse Splash who was a nine year old 16 hand stunning dark chestnut arabian gelding poking his head out his stall door to watch. I smiled and him and whistled to him causing Splash to nicker in response and throw his head up and down happily I let a small laugh before I turned to look at the girl again waiting for a response from her.
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Post by Wynter Moriarty on Jan 13, 2013 17:39:14 GMT -5
These word's are strapped inside my headT E L L M E T O R U N B E F O R E I'M D E A D
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The boy was taken aback by her, and it took everything in her power to not to laugh. Foolish boy, he must be new if he was going to dare trifle with her at the very moment. Perhaps this will be his schooling lesson in learning to stay away from Wynter Moriarty. She watched for a moment as he hastily stuffed his iPod inside of his jacket before he did such an attempt on her to make her shake in her boots. Wynter merely stared at him, as if he had three heads or if she were bored out of her mind, she couldn’t quite decide as to which yet she preferred in her mind. His words though, while stutterless, were going in one year and out another. She clearly didn’t have time for such a chit chat nor to listen to a boy defind his pride and manhood. There were better things to do today, and none of them involved him. Such a shame, if he hadn’t crashed into her like that, she might have played with him for a little bit. But what is done is done, and there was no going back. The gates had been open and the flood will soon start. He was glancing over his shoulder for a moment, and Wynter glanced around him to see a horse whickering, no doubt his own. It was pretty enough, but no one matched Cherrilee in cuteness as far as she was concerned. Feeling his gaze back on her, her own returned to him, “Sorry, am I suppose to care about anything you just said to me?” Wynter inquired now, her tone as bored as ever before side stepping around him, “Now, if you excuse me. I have better things to attend to, such as my horse, than standing here arguing with you.”
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W E A R I N G: Some cool outfit
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C R E D I T: Kitija of Life of Magic && Lyrics: Runaway - Pink
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