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Post by Pandora Lafayette on Feb 11, 2009 22:34:53 GMT -5
"Sì, mamma, sono benissimo...No, non ho rinunciato ancora." The dainty, rather bored looking blonde rolled her eyes in annoyance at the person on the other end of the phone, half wishing that they would be able to see so that she could be left alone. "Sì, bene. Arrivederci." Click. Beep. Phone off.
Pandora shoved the device back into the pocket of her jeans and looked idly down at the toes of her high-heeled shoes as she made her way slowly down the street. A colourful silk-blend top hung loosely over her body, blowing in the light breeze that at the moment was turned against her. She smiled in spite of herself, though still frustrated from the conversation that had just been ended; if her parents were going to go so far as to banish her to the middle of nowhere, couldn't they at least have had the decency not to call her?
Today had been one of the seldom free days that Pandora had chosen not to spend with the horses anyways, and instead had decided to spend her time wandering the streets of the small town she now called her home, in search of something worthy of her attention for at least a little while. Simply looking around at the scenery would no longer suffice; this place was not nearly as beautiful as Tuscany had been, and once one had been spoiled by the best it was extremely difficult to go back to the average.
A soft sigh escaped her lips; it was hot, incredibly hot, but that was hardly her biggest complaint of the moment, and besides she didn't mind the heat quite as much as she did the cold. It was just this town that suffocated her, and as much as she wanted to she knew she couldn't spend the rest of her life locked up in the stables. |
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Post by Othello Rile on Feb 25, 2009 22:40:38 GMT -5
“This is really, really ridiculous.” Coming from Jagger Arlington, one of the most unbiased, accepting and tolerant people alive (when in the right mood) that was saying something. Sure, this was the bluegrass state best known for its horses but this was really pushing it, at least in Jagger’s mind. In everyone else’s mind it was completely insane.
The fact that Othello was also carrying a fishtank with one lone goldfish fluttering about in it didn’t make matters any more sane.
“I know, that’s why you’re walking the pony.” Othello responded simply, not missing a beat even when he had to raise the normal tone of his voice over the rhythm of Strawberry’s hooves. People always thought he was odd and he didn’t much care if they thought he was weird anymore. That was the story of his life and at twenty four it was old and heard, he dared someone to say something different then that it was odd to both be walking his goldfish and his pony through the streets of Lexington. But then, either comment would be met with Othello’s usual off putting attitude. Though due to the technical complications of walking a goldfish and a pony at the same time, Othello had enlisted the help of one of the Elmendorf trainers who was incidentally one of the few people that he tolerated.
The pony was surprisingly compliant with the complications of walking down busy streets in a busy town, and this Jagger was glad for. However he couldn’t help thinking that the little pink pony was partially deaf in her old age since an aggressive driver had swerved a little too close to her trying to make a right turn as they crossed the street, but the pony only twitched in response. It made Jagger a tiny bit worried about the whole ordeal even if he was more on edge than the 20+ year old pony. He reached out to pet the pony’s wither hidden somewhere beneath the deep fluff of her long pink and white coat(due to cushings), if not to reassure her than at least himself. Othello, however, caught that like a whip.
“Don’t rub your microbials on my pony.” Othello said sharply, not bothering to look over at Jagger who blinked owlishly and withdrew his hand. At least there weren’t any children hadn’t attempted to pet the mare yet or else they might’ve had nightmares of a small, feminine germaphobe vet. A jack-o-lantern grin carved over Jagger’s face one he recognized the approaching form. He liked Othello fine, but he felt like he needed some back up in talking the strange young vet out of walking his pony through the city streets and making Jagger an accomplice.
“Pandora!” He called out, clucking to the pony to make her pick up pace as his stride lengthened. To this Othello grimaced. “Don’t run!” Not because it would be bad for Strawberry who was a notorious little tyrant in the pastures (resembling her owner already) but because he couldn’t pick up speed while carrying the fish tank lest he risk harming his goldfish. “Hey, how d’you like my new dog?” Jagger teasingly asked of the other trainer, to which Othello scowled. “She is not a dog.” |
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Post by Pandora Lafayette on Feb 25, 2009 23:51:46 GMT -5
Much to her delight, Pandora was soon greeted by a familiar voice calling her name, followed by the sight of a rather tall, skeleton-like man leading a pink pony down the streets. "Now that's something you don't see every day," she remarked with one eyebrow raised, though nevertheless she went to meet them, her amusement from watching the pair perfectly visible on her face until Othello's remark wiped it clean off.
Pandora winced. "I think he could use some training," she answered Jagger, not skipping a beat, before her attention was turned to Othello behind him. "Nice to see you again, princess. Is this your new trusty steed?" She grinned. "I must admit that it's rather....pink, even for someone such as yourself." She looked up at Strawberry with a kind smile, though refraining from touching her lest Othello think she was doing anything more than teasing. "She is cute though."
She dug her hands nonchalantly in the pockets of her jeans as she stopped in front of them, giving Strawberry another glance before she turned her attention to Jagger. "So what brings you on this parade of the bizarre? After all..." she gestured to the fishbowl in Othello's arms. "It's not every day you see a skeleton and a princess marching down the streets with a goldfish and a pink pony...." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Did I step into a Lewis Caroll book without anyone telling me?"
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