Post by ƒuego // HIATUS on Sept 3, 2007 16:20:03 GMT -5
OOC: // THIS. SHOULD. BE. BURNED. 
_____ The thought of riding on an empty stomach definitely did not appeal to me; but the thought of looking around for a fast food restaurant on the other hand, was much less appealing. Which explained my prescence here, at the park. Where I was found sitting in one of the swings. The playground was deserted, as was the park itself. It was somewhat eerie, but the weather made up for it. A perfect seventy-five, I would have guessed. Back home the temperature could have easily reached ninety-five, due to all of the exhaust from cars. I honestly could have cursed at the weather then. Just stand in one spot and yell at the sky, the entire time knowing there wouldn't be an answer shouted back. That's how dimwitted I could be. On the bright side though, this wasn't New York. Or Conneticut, which was always too cold for my comfort. Georgia weather got two thumbs up. Most importantly, it got one happy Lindsay.
_____ I probably looked somewhat awkward, sitting there in hot pink breeches and a short-sleeved hoodie. Not to mention I was definitely sporting the knee-high boots. I wondered what someone would think of me right now, if they were to walk by. It wasn't like I had to worry about that, though, the place was definitely deserted. I gently swung in my seat, listening to the rhythmic but somewhat annoying creak as I rocked back and forth. I knew I had to go out and see this horse I had leased. Not a mare, not a gelding; but a stallion. I knew people would think I was crazy. Just the thought of leasing a stallion would probably get me strange looks. But no, I had gone all out and actually done it. Maybe they'd grow to like a crazy person.
_____ I wasn't crazy. The horse reminded me of myself. Bad comformation, goofy-looking. I was instantly attached. But could you blame me? That's what I had gotten my whole life. Fingers were always pointed at me, I was the one they whispered about. Whether it was about my psycho father or my wardrobe, it was being spread around school. It didn't ever phase me though, because I always found out; and I always confronted them. Which led to my many suspensions, detentions, and conferences. I had no idea what I was doing with my life, and that's the why I liked it. That was then. Now though, I wanted some control over myself. I wanted to start over and meet new people. Whether or not that would actually happen, I had yet to find out. For now though, the swing and I were pretty well acquaintenced. At the same time, I wouldn't mind some other kind of company . . . .
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_____ The thought of riding on an empty stomach definitely did not appeal to me; but the thought of looking around for a fast food restaurant on the other hand, was much less appealing. Which explained my prescence here, at the park. Where I was found sitting in one of the swings. The playground was deserted, as was the park itself. It was somewhat eerie, but the weather made up for it. A perfect seventy-five, I would have guessed. Back home the temperature could have easily reached ninety-five, due to all of the exhaust from cars. I honestly could have cursed at the weather then. Just stand in one spot and yell at the sky, the entire time knowing there wouldn't be an answer shouted back. That's how dimwitted I could be. On the bright side though, this wasn't New York. Or Conneticut, which was always too cold for my comfort. Georgia weather got two thumbs up. Most importantly, it got one happy Lindsay.
_____ I probably looked somewhat awkward, sitting there in hot pink breeches and a short-sleeved hoodie. Not to mention I was definitely sporting the knee-high boots. I wondered what someone would think of me right now, if they were to walk by. It wasn't like I had to worry about that, though, the place was definitely deserted. I gently swung in my seat, listening to the rhythmic but somewhat annoying creak as I rocked back and forth. I knew I had to go out and see this horse I had leased. Not a mare, not a gelding; but a stallion. I knew people would think I was crazy. Just the thought of leasing a stallion would probably get me strange looks. But no, I had gone all out and actually done it. Maybe they'd grow to like a crazy person.
_____ I wasn't crazy. The horse reminded me of myself. Bad comformation, goofy-looking. I was instantly attached. But could you blame me? That's what I had gotten my whole life. Fingers were always pointed at me, I was the one they whispered about. Whether it was about my psycho father or my wardrobe, it was being spread around school. It didn't ever phase me though, because I always found out; and I always confronted them. Which led to my many suspensions, detentions, and conferences. I had no idea what I was doing with my life, and that's the why I liked it. That was then. Now though, I wanted some control over myself. I wanted to start over and meet new people. Whether or not that would actually happen, I had yet to find out. For now though, the swing and I were pretty well acquaintenced. At the same time, I wouldn't mind some other kind of company . . . .
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