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[amy hall;;]

amy;;

xx___ amy squinted her eyes as the sun boldly shot into her line of sight, trying despertly to sheild her oddly flecked blue-gray eyes from harmful amounts of sun rays. the sunny weather wasn't to be decieving - even though there no clouds in the vast blue sky, the air had chilly bite to it that pretty much required some sort of jacket. amy sighed as she lifted her hand, trying to block as much of the light as she could. she reached up to feel for the small object she could pull down, if only to allow her eyes to relax from the unrelenting sun. her plan worked, slightly, letting amy's mind wander to the silence that filled the car. she moved her hand to the sterio, flipping on the radio and wincing as some odd and loud song filled the truck. yes, the truck. it was saturday, which ment amy was free from school and had time to spend with her best friend, remy thomson. so as soon as she had finished her morning chores, amy had showered and changed into fresh clothes, hoped into not her car ( she didn't even have her own car yet ), or her sister's jeep, but the white truck her father used to drive.

of course, amy had nothing against the truck, it didn't have any bad memories like the other car, the car which wasn't at home any more. but each side of the automobile had autumn hills' logo printed in bold strikes. so naturally it felt a bit odd driving the thing around, to starbucks no less. when she had mumbled this as she grabbed up the keys back at home, her sister merely shrugged and said it would be good advertisement for the stables. they were finally seeming to get a flow of some sort of customers and boarders, even a few people looking for a job. it seemed odd for anyone other than her parents, or even her sister caroline, teaching lessons at the stables that have been her home for her whole life. but of course, if things went the way they hoped they would need to extra help in coaching. and they hoped that more and more people who take lessons and board their horses. things were picking up a bit now, which amy was thankful for since it ment less of the lesson horses needed them to exerise them.

finally she turned into starbuck's parking lot, which was thankfully not full, but amy didn't see remy's car. she was the first to arrive. parking the car she turned off the engine and reached up a hand to run her fingers through her hair. the straight brown strands were still a bit damp, which wasn't helpful in the chilly air. still, amy braved the iceyness she felt as she stepped out of the truck and hurried into the building, the strong scent of coffee hitting her as soon as she opened the door. she inhaled, a smile touching the corners of her mouth. yum. no wait in line either - she must have either arrived early or had just missed the morning caffinee craving rush. she ordered her usual, a vanilla latte and some cinnomon scones, payed the man behind the counter and took her purchase to her favorite table, a seat next to the window. she held the cup in her hand, watching steam rise as she let the head warm her fingers. her blue-gray eyes scanned the parking lot, looking for remy.
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[ w o r d c o u n t ] 586
[ c o m m e n t s ] not my best
[ s t a t u s ] finished
[ t a g ] Remy, Pippa, Bleu?

[remy thomson <3]

remy thomson !!

The blond girl rushed from her house, barely allowing herself enough time to slip her beige jacket over her long sleeved white shirt. Her lower half was dressed casually in simple blue jeans and white tennis shoes - anyone who dared to wear flip-flops today were foolish. Remy glanced at the clock on the wall as she grabbed her bag, hands digging inside as they searched for her car keys. Yikes, she was late. This was probably the first time she had seen her best friend outside of school since dropping off her two horses at the stables, and defiantly the first time the two had agreed to continue with their tradition of Starbucks on Saturdays since the accident. She was sure that Amy was already pulling into the coffee house, if not seated and waiting. Remy couldn't help but inwardly slap her self as she thought of a few words that would most likely be rewarded with a slap from her mother if she dared to utter them out loud. But for now she shot a glare at her new step-sister, Annabelle, who as usually nice but for some reason wearing a smug expression on her face - perhaps laughing at her desperate rush from the house?

With the cool surfaced keys in her hand, Remy pushed the button to open the garage door, impatient as the old thing groaned and weezed as it made its slow journey upward. She moved past the small collection of cars her family aquired - they had four, already, and two more siblings were soon to join the drivers - to her own automobile, an older red jeep cherokee. Okay, not the ideal car for a teenager, but she had bought it herself and wasn't really into the small sports cars since they certainly couldn't pull a horse trailer. Besides, it made her feel proud when she could say she bought her own car. It was used of course, and the inside still smelled a bit like smoke from its previous owners, but so what? She climbed in and started the car, turning her head as she backed out of the drive and on to Starbucks. At least it wasn't too far from her house - and maybe Amy was running late too. But as she finally arrived and pulled into the parking lot she found she would have no such luck. Though Amy didn't have her own car, it wasn't hard to put together which car she had driven - the obvious choice, the white truck with Autumn Hills logo. Besides, she could see the figure of her best friend sitting at their usual table, coffee cup in hand. Shoot.

Remy hurried out of the warmth of her car, feeling stupid too do so when the icey wind touched her skin. She ran her hand through her wavy golden strands as a burning feeling crept its way into her nose. Oh, how she hated the cold! And it was only autumn; her face wrinkled in dismay at the thought of the horrors to come when winter arrived. Ugh. But such thoughts of coldness didn't belong in a cozy, warm coffee shop and the thick scent of the brewing substance inside made her mind wander back to the guilty thoughts. Poor Amy, and stupid Remy, for being so late. As she passed the table her friend was sitting at she held her hands out like a surrender and didn't pause to say, "I'm so sorry I'm late! Don't kill me." The taller girl continued on to the counter, where a slight line at formed, but still it didn't take long for her the emerge with her favorite type of latte and one of those large cookies. She payed, pressing the cash into the cashier's hand as she picked up her buy, the latte a bit too hot, and plucking a napkin before returning to the table. She slid in across from Amy, glancing at the food the brown haired girl had gotten for some idea of how long she waited.

Remy's face was twisted in a look that showed true apology. It was so unlike her to be late, she was usually quite punctual on her arrival time. Her bright eyes searched the face of her best friend, looking for some clue of whether she was forgiven or if she would have to suffer through a long apology. She took a sip of her latte, the hot liquid burning her tounge a bit but she hardly noticed; Remy was buying time. Finally she spoke, trying to distract Amy from her lateness no doubt. "So, how are you? And more importantly, how are my babies? Do they miss me badly?" Her voice was saracastic, but Remy really did want to know how her two horses were. She felt bad that she hadn't had the time to exercise them, with school starting and all, but Gerry should be fine. It was Nikki, her new arabain filly, she was worried about. Remy nibbled on her cookie, waiting for some sort of response from Amy.

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[♥ paige pierce ]]

jane duvall


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Jane Duvall sat in a silver truck pulling a matching trailer. Her parent's weren't happy that she had decided to trailer her two horses to the new stables on her own. She could still hear her mother's shrill voice, high and pitchy like it always was when she got upset, as she tried to presuade her daughter. 'Honey, they have companies and stuff like that, right? Its their job to deliver horses. Why do it yourself?' Of course, even when her mother wasn't sitting at the table, letting her freshly painted nails dry in a pink silk sleeping dress and fuzzy pink robe and slippers, it was hard to take Mrs. Duval seriously. Jane knew she had to be grateful that her mother supported her riding, but the women didn't seem to understand fully why she rode in the first place - it was fun, of course, but Jane also loved actually being around her horses. What a shocker for all those rich, spoiled brats with the perfectly polished boots and tidy riding gear who rode their horses then handed them off to be put away by some person. How disgusting! Of course, at her previous stable someone had helped her put away her horses, but Jane was one of those rich girls who actually loved grooming her two horses. And her mother expected her to hire someone to transport them. As if she could trust anyone with her two babies!

In all honesty, Jane was absolutely joyful about moving stables. Sure, it wasn't famous or overly fancy, but Autumn Hills appealed to her in a way she wasn't sure she could explain. Her parent's certainly didn't understand either. They had argued that the other equestrain center as a training center in top form, complete with expensive training methods - a swimming pool, can you believe it - and excellant trainers. Of course, most of these trainers pushed their students way too hard and Jane generally disliked them. She shuddered at the thought of using those training methods on her horses, especially sickened when she pictured her young and delicate filly she nicknamed Sweetie. The beautiful roan pinto was so sensitive and absolutly a doll, hence her show name Sweet Dreams. Of course, her parents were dense enough to encourage her to stay at such a stable. Jane's face twisted with disgust at the memory, but she had to remind herself that her parents were naive when it came to horses. Her mother acted like she understood, and though Heather did care somewhat about her daugther's interests, she never had any desire to venture close enought to a horse to actually get to know it, or to understand they had feelings.

But now, Jane wore a pleased smile. She and her best friend Paige and searched together for a new stable and both adored Autumn Hills, which was named after the rolling hills surrounding the large stable block. And now she was on her way to the grounds, which she assumed would be even more beautiful this time of year with the autumn trees dappling the place with color. Wow. But first, Jane decided, Starbucks. She adored her mother, but Heather Duvall was absolutely weird when it came to how her daughter looked. She insists that Jane wears designer clothes, even if its just jeans and a shirt - she almost chokes whenever she sees Jane in sweatpants - and Heather is determined to put Jane on a diet even though she doesn't need one. Jane was sick of it and a calorie packed meal at Starbucks sounded especially good right then. So, Jane parked her rented truck and trailer in the coffee shop's parking lot, not caring if it was even allowed. She had no worries about her precious cargo in the trailer or her newly adopted Yorkie pup curled up asleep in the front seat. The trip wasn't far and it shouldn't take long to rush in and get a latte and some sort of delicous treat that would give her mother a heart-attack if she knew how much fat was in it.

Jane turned off the truck, grabbed her purse that probably seemed too fancy to take to a farm, then ran her fingers softly over the sleeping figure of her new puppy. The small Yorkie, whom she had named Ellie, stirred then closed her chocolate brown eyes to allow sleep to claim her again. How sweet the sight was. The girl then went on to hop out of the truck and went to peer through a window in the trailer. Inside her chestnut AQH gelding appeared to be dozing - she was quite lucky Soldier was so relaxed in the trailer. Sweetie was calm, but her graceful head was raised and her pink soft-as-velvet muzzle shifted to allow her nose to evaluate the odd smells. Her expression was curious, Jane decided, which concivnced her of how smart her pretty little filly was. Sastified that all her animals were well, Jane walked across the lot, the wind playing with her wavy mocha colored hair, and she paused her stride to look carefully at another truck. She recongized the Autumn Hills' logo and a smile appeared on her face- what were the odds? As she went to stand in line (which was rather long to her annoyance), Jane's smooth almost critical gaze slid over the customers. She had met the owner of Autumn Hills and she wasn't here. Jane's smooth brow wrinkled softly in confusion - but wait, did that girl over by the window look like Caroline Hall? Maybe, Jane supposed, but she didn't ponder over it too much and instead returned her attention to the slow moving line. Of course she would get here for rush hour. Of course.

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word count: 960
notes: I'm surprised at how much muse I had, though the post still isn't all that good
status: finito!
tag: Amy, Remy

[amy hall;;]

amy;;

xx___ amy guessed her drink had cooled enough that it was now drinkable; cool enough that it wouldn't burn her tounge, but still hot enough to warm her up. she took a daring sip and sighed, yum. she moved to her scones. she hadn't actually had breakfest yet and the pastry tasted delicious as she popped a piece into her mouth. after her secound bite amy turned her head to look out the window again. red flashed out of the corner of her eye and a familar car pulled into the parking lot. sure enough, the person who stepped out of the red jeep was blonde. amy's blue-gray flecked eyes followed remy's beige-coated figure as she walked up to the door with a twisted expression on her face, as if she were digusted with something ( the cold weather maybe?) or maybe she was worried about something. remy wasted no time throwing an apology at her as she hurried past, her hands up as if too stop amy from attacking her. amy couldn't help soft laughter from bubbling out as she imagined remy actually thinking she would start some sort of fight simply because she was a little late. silly remy. amy was sure that she, as petite as she was, would be no match against her taller best friend.

amy nibbled on her scones while she waited. the line had grown a little since she got here so she concluded that she must have arrived before the morning caffinee rush - how lucky is she. amy touched her fingers to her hair, getting a feel for how damp her brown hair was. not bad, still a bit underneath. with the sudden thoughts of her hair, amy couldn't help but glance over at remy, who had beautiful and flowing blonde hair. her mother, jessica, had had golden blonde hair as well, which made her look out of place with her brown-headed family. almost instantly a pricking appeared behind her eyes - amy bit her lip as she peered out the window, trying to gain composure and the drive back the tears threatening to appear in her oddly flecked blue-gray eyes. taking a deep breath, she felt sastified when the wettness of her eyes went away, though a dull pain thudded in her heart. the saddness was almost bearable, amy realized. it was another feeling that had made home in her that made her feel so, so horribe. guilt.

by the time remy returned, amy had composed herself with a smile on her face and a geniune look of happiness that she was spending time with her best friend. after the blonde girl spoke again, amy pretended to glare, faking anger. but it didn't work and a laughing smile broke through - how easy it was to be almost herself with remy, the girl had the gift of making her feel better. I suppose that is why they are best friends. I'm fine. gerry and nikki are awesome, but they do miss you. I did take gerry on a little ride, when I wasn't exercising the lesson horses. amy paused, remembering the ride on her friend's paint stallion. gernomino was an absolute gentleman and she liked riding him. the brunette smiled another memory. nikkie even made a new friend while you were gone. I starting turning her out with rosie and the two are cute together, with their arabain confirmation. you should see them. amy took a another pause, this time to reach over and grab a piece of remy's cookie and popped it into her mouth. as she was chewing, amy marveled at how freely she talked with her friend - though it was still held back compared to before the accident, she talked more with remy than she did with her other friends, and sometimes even her family. speaking of family... so, how are things at the thomson/preston house? she asked, talking about remy's new step-family.
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[ w o r d c o u n t ] 654
[ c o m m e n t s ] blah
[ s t a t u s ] finished
[ t a g ] Remy, Pippa,

[remy thomson <3]

remy thomson !!

Remy had to say she was relieved with the smile that greeted her when she sat down. She watched as the face of her best friend slipped into a fake glare, a failed fake glare she might add. Remy joined in with her own soft laugh, thankful she didn't have anything in her mouth at the moment. Even in the presence of friends, it would be quite embaressing to hurl chewed food through the air. Gross. Thankfully she got her giggles under control by the time Amy began answering her questions. Remy couldn't help but notice how relaxed her best friend seemed, more like the Amy she knew before the accident. However, she wasn't completely the same; Remy could see the pain that only a friend would notice. Poor Amy. She understood that the car crash had been more difficult for her friend then her brother and sister, mostly because she had actually been in the car. Still, the brunette girl was making improvements, which Remy was thankful for. It pained her to see Amy try to shut things out, shift into her reserved shell that she often wore when around most other people.

Remy tried to push such thoughts out of her head and focus on what Amy was actually saying. She nodded in approval when she heard her Gerry was behaving. The paint was unusually good-natured for a stallion, but he wasn't always a 'gentleman' when people he didn't know well tried to ride him. Of course, Amy knew what she was doing around horses and knew how to handle stallions (she did have one of her own), so since her friend didn't ride Gerry often, it wasn't all that surprisng that he did well with her. Remy listened eagerly as Amy went on with news of Nikki, her sweet, and young, little Arabian. She laughed, imagining the Arabian-like figures of the black and bay, side by side. She could see it, certainly. Rosie was such a sweet horse, though her breeding beyond the Arabian part was unknown. If her memory was correct, the bay mare would be around the same age as Nikki. How ironic. What would people think if they saw the two best friends riding together, each on a dished-faced filly.

Remy choose to ignore her friend's cookie stealing - she did after all owe her for being late. She looked up as Amy asked about her newly combined family. Her mother and Richard's wedding had been just around the time that Amy and her parents were in the car accident. It always had made Remy feel guilty, and somewhat sickened, when she thought of herself gaining family members as Amy lost them. She hadn't really spoken much about her new step-family with Amy since she guessed her friend had other stuff on her mind, but she didn't let her small surprise show. She nodded once and started to talk. "Well, my mom is in the middle of her new book, which means she locks herself in the den and allows no visitors. Richard is always busy at the hospital, though he has been making an effort to have family dinners." She shook her head slightly at the thought of her mother, pausing in her writing only to ask for coffee, food or go to the bathroom. Sometimes Remy could even hear the tapping of her keyboard going in the early morning hours, and she got the feeling that her mom was staying up late rather then getting up early.

There wasn't really much to say on her new step-father, since she really didn't see him much. However, she had had plenty of time to spend with her new siblings and was so pleased that they were actually nice, most of the time. "And you know that Annabelle and Wes are planning to lease horses from Autumn Hills. Wes already has one picked out and had his dad arrange it with your sister. I'm pretty sure he is going for Blue Wings. Not so sure about Annabelle." She shrugged, pausing in her speech to take another sip of her drink and chew on some cookie. When she was finished, she smiled as she gave her last bit of news. "Macy has been looking for a new horse, and she has her eyes set on a filly at the place you bought Rosie. She is a really pretty horse." The smaller, gray horse with the Arabian face was gorgeous in fact, and Remy thought she was actually pretty easy to handle for a young horse. Her greenish blue eyes moved to look out the window, where the parking lot was filled with cars and... "Hey, look, there's a horse trailer out there. Wonder where its heading." She looked back at Amy, shrugging, before moving to finish off her coffee and cookie.

ooc: its bad, but its done