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Post by MacKenzie Garland on Feb 14, 2009 21:34:50 GMT -5
Outfit
Kenzie's family history was old news to many around this area, and maybe it was something that no one cared about, but when they saw her on a horse, it was hard to forget her bloodlines. maybe that made her sound like a horse, or something awful like that, but damn that girl had a way with a horse. Her mother had been riding before she was walking, and becoming a rodeo queen had been not far in her past. She was one of the best barrel racers they had seen around these parts, and it showed when she went on to Finals and won. Brenda's life had had to come to a stop with the birth of Kenzie, but that didn't meant the woman had stopped with horses. Kenzie had been on horses before she had even been able to pout her first words, and in that, maybe was the secret to Kenzie's success. She was amazing with any horse, and that girl would never come out of a saddle, nor did she ever touch the horse. That horn was there for looks if you asked her, and there was no way in hell she was touching it, it was for wimps that were afraid to hit the ground, and that wasn’t Kenzie.
Her Father was also in the business, but in a different way. Ryan was called one of the most talented bull riders that Kentucky had ever seen, and still doing this he was known around for being a rough riding cowboy. He never was afraid to bring his leg around and give a bull a good spurring even if he was losing his balance. He was fearless, and that probably accounted to Kenzie’s lack of fear of anything. She had never encountered a single thing where she had ever been afraid, and she figured she never would. She didn’t see the point in fearing things, because if you lived your life in fear you would miss out on some pretty fun things. Ryan had never been afraid a day in his life. He would have been one of the cowboys rip roaring to ride that bull… what was it… Bodacious? Oh yeah, Ryan would have given anything to have ridden that bull, where as riders bailed off as soon as the chute was opened. Pussies, he always used to say, and Kenzie agreed. Fear was a god awful thing.
Kenzie was raised to be humble. She did not see people by their outer appearance. She took the time to see what was deeper inside of them. Since moving here she had already been approached by a few wanting to get in her pants, and Kenzie just wasn't like that. She was simple, she was shy, she was sweet, and she wasn't a slut. She was a virgin, and she was in no rush to do anything more than make out. She knew she was a damn good kisser, but she didn't do that with just anyone either. But back to her being humble. Kenzie never had rubbed her beauty in anyone's face, as a matter of fact, she did not even see herself as beautiful. She was skinny as could be but she saw herself as fat, her blue eyes were gorgeous, and she thought they were too opaque. If you tried to comment her about anything she would flush a bright red and contradict you. She was just raised to never be boastful, and she never was. She was always humble, never bragging about anything she had, and she was always nice to anyone. It didn't matter who they were, she was going to be nice, maybe she wouldn't be best friends, but she would be cordial.
Kenzie could not live off of pure talent, she had had years upon years of training, but what had been natural to her, had made everything easier. She found herself correcting many if her instructors in her head, and it was a rather horrible ordeal when she had had to find new trainers every month cause not a one could teach her more than she had already known. The only thing Kenzie had needed brush up skills on was her Western Pleasure. Kenzie was also a rough riding cowgirl, a backyard rider if you will. She would never take and shit from any animals. She wasn’t like that, and she wasn’t taking shit from any horse, that was for sure. Anyways, so swapping trainers every month had never done her any good, eventually she got nothing from it, and she became her own trainer. Practicing hours out in the indoor ring, then out in the roping ring. She4 had to teach herself from watching her Mom and professionals on the TV, she could learn quite a bit by studying. She was a fast learner, and that was how Kenzie made her way and became a popular demand with trainers.
Mackenzie had to be one of the sweeter girls at her school, despite her popularity and looks. She dated with faith, and had never dated purely on looks. To be quite truthful Kenzie had dated come pretty ugly guys in her day, and she had always been made fun of for it. She always saw the good in people, struggling to look past all the bad, she still tried to believe that everyone had some sort of goodness in them. She was just a sweet heart like that, and maybe she was stupid for being like that, that was what caused her heart to be shattered so many times, and she knew that. However, the girl continued to trust in anyone and everyone that she met. She chose to trust before not trusting. She knew that maybe that was a horrible idea, but she never saw the harm in giving someone a chance. She always wanted to meet knew people, and she was always the kind of girl that would walk down the hall, throwing up and arm, and shouting out a hello in her thick southern drawl. That was just her.
That one chance was the way she had gotten her heart broken the first time, but that was not something she really needed to work back on, but for the means of this, she would. His name was Mike, and he had been amazing. Yet, he was a player. He was no hick like she normally went after, you know, the hicks that had more respect than to cheat. HE was hot as hell, he was sweet, but when you got to know him the way she did, it was hard for her to love him, and it was hard for her to believe he was what she was seeing he was. She saw him as a sweet, perfect guy that she wanted with her whole heart, but as her eyes began to open to what he truly was, it was all ugly. He was something she didn't want, nor did she need. She didn't need a boyfriend to make her life complete.
Believe it or not she went single for most of her time in High school. She had more to focus on than just boys, Kenzie was no average teen, and boys weren't her whole life. There was only one thing that was her whole life, and that was her horses. Really, Kenzie had no time for anything else, and she didn't care. She didn't need anything else, and with the move, she was more busy than she was before. She had had to double on her work load, her school work was falling a tiny bit behind, but she would still pass with honors, and she was working a new horse that she knew nothing about. Talk about stress. She was beginning to think this whole moving business was shit, and she wished she had stayed in her own part Kentucky, she sort of hated this place. No, she did hate this place.
Kenzie’s black Diesal Cummins chugged effortlessly up the gravel drive towards her new job, to say the least she was not excited. Work was work. Money was money. That was all this was. She was here to help train some of their new stock, and do some barn work, but that was all they were getting because that was all they were paying for. She sighed slightly as her black truck came to a stop and she smiled slightly as she patted the steering wheel. ”Good Old Faithful.” even thought the truck was less then three months old, it was what she called her baby. She loved that damn truck. She had had it fully customed with the leather crème interior, and the hot pink detailing and hot pink metallic flake in the paint. It was perfectly masculine famine. She loved it.
Kicking the dirt beneath her baby girl pink boots she slowly made her way up the drive towards the barn. The smells of dust and horses wafted to her, and that scent was always welcome to her. She loved the smell of horses, hay, and fresh cut green grass. That was the only smell she needed, but at the moment she smelled strongly of Lilu by Aero. Oh well. Her pink plaid shirt clung tightly to her slight voluptuous bust, then looser around her waist. The top three buttons were undone and peered open only slightly to show the white tank top below, and the lovely curvature of her bosoms. Kenzie was a virgin, but she knew how to look cute. Her wranglers were tight as hell on her body, but loose around the legs for ride-ability. Her hair was straight and fell to one side, then was tied loosely in a band. It was hot, and the sun seemed to beat down just upon her as her brown eye wandered out to looked at the horses in the fields. So they had some good stock, she was still sure she was going to hate this job. What the fuck was she doing?
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Post by Jackson Frost on Feb 14, 2009 23:50:24 GMT -5
The morning in the basement of the Frost household was just getting started at the set time of 4:30 A.M. This is the time that the alarm clock rang every morning in the basement. Jackson didnt have much of a summer vacation because he did the same amount of work on the farm during summer that he did while he was in school. Jackson took a while to get going in the morning, but the clock read 4:32 as he glanced over at it after he laid there and got some sense into his head. He sighed a little bit as he looked down at the ground and realized the house wasnt stirring at all and if he didnt make the alarm clock turn off soon the whole damn house would be awake. Yeah, his dad would wake up and come help him later on in the day, but the early morning stuff was meant for Jackson, to teach him responsibility.
Jackson had to deal with alot of shit working on the farm. His dad made him do alot of shit that he didnt want to do, mostly the dirty work. It pissed him off so bad sometimes, it pissed him off sometimes so bad that he didnt go out and do it. But when his dad found out that he didnt do it, he would get his ass beat. Jackson had a large deal of respect for his father and for elders in general. He typically never spoke back to a family member which was older than him, besides his brother. But teachers, haha, teachers were a way different issue. Once the teachers would cross the line and got on Jackson's bad side, they were usually never getting on his good side again.
Jackson raised his head and looked up at the clock once more before standing up and heading over to the bathroom in his room. Yeah he had a bathroom in his room. His room was the whole basement of the house, thus he had alot of privacy to pretty much do whatever he wanted to do. His father wouldnt be caught dead up this time of the morning unless it was harvest season or there was a cattle sale. He would make Jackson do all of the work unless it involved money. His father told him that there was a girl coming over to get a job there at the ranch. Jackson wasnt looking too foward to having another hand on the farm, but it sure would lift another burden off of Jackson's shoulders.
Jackson rushed over to his dresser and took out the roll on deodorant, removing the lid from the Old Spice roll-on applicator he began to roll the deodorant over his lazily raised under arm. Finally after finishing, he reapplied the cap to the deodorant and placed it back on the dresser. He then reached foward and grabbed his Axe Phoenix deodorant which was spray-on, and he applied it over the rollon layer. He then grabbed some Adidas cologne which Aliana had bought him while they were together, and sprayed it around his neck. He sighed as he reached down and grabbed a pair of his tight wranglers which had a whole in the knee. He sighed as he slid his belt with a huge beltbuckle, mainly golden with a large J in the middle of it, through the loops. He then removed a sleeveless Mossy Oak camoflauge shirt from his wardrobe, placed it on his shoulders, and tucked it into his wranglers. Sighing he zipped his pants up and then he buttoned them and fastened his beltbuckle.
Jackson sighed as he looked at his short hair in the mirror, that was one thing he didnt like to do, fool with his hair. He sighed as he slid on his black Stetson cowboy hat and sat down on the bed, pulling his old boots over and sliding the slipon cowboy boots onto his feet. Sighing he slid his wallet into his back pocket, a knife on his other pocket and a can of dip in his other back pocket along with a pack of cigarettes and a zippo lighter and his cellphone in the other side pocket. Immidietely he seen the lights and heard the Cummins diesel rumbling. He sighed as he walked up the stairs. His mother was already up and cooking breakfast, reaching over he grabbed a biscuit from the tray and headed out the door.
He heard his boots his the damp dew covered deck as he walked down it, seeing the truck as he walked over to the back of his jacked up truck, watching her pull in the driveway. Taking a bite out of his biscuit, he waited for her to get out and introduce herself. From what he could see with the reflection of the light off of the bed of his truck, she didnt look half bad. "This may not be so bad afterall." The tired woman-charmer said to himself. The temprature was somewhat chilly, but he knew that later on in the day it would be extremely hot, so a hired hand sounded good right about now. He did wish that the girl would turn her bright lights off though, she was already at her destination and truth be known he was getting blinded. |
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Post by MacKenzie Garland on Feb 17, 2009 13:25:39 GMT -5
In her own part of Kentucky she was also more comfortable. If there was one thing Kenzie had ever been in love with, that was her horses. She had a major horse farm back in Kentucky, but having to move here they had cut back on their stock, only bringing ten, then they would work off of that. She missed all the horses they sold. She had named almost all of them, since they sold the foals. There was one that she missed more than anything; Ima Cool Skippa W. That little colt had her heart, and when he had been loaded up onto that twenty five foot goose neck, her heart had broken. He was her pride and joy, but that was the business. You breed, you train, you sell, and you buy. She knew that too, but it was not like it was easy for her to stomach. That colt had been bottle fed since he was born when his dam abandoned him, and he was hers, and then he was gone. Poor little Cool. She missed him dearly, and she would get him back, she knew she would no matter what she had to do she would get him back. She had to.
Kenzie was also a very kind girl. Kenzie had only been in three fights in her entire life, one was over an ex, one was over her family, and one was over some girl spreading rumors. besides that Kenzie was about a maniacle as a box of kittens, and she didn't like fighting. granted, she had never gotten her ass kicked, but she was not into fighting. She did it to defend herself but there was nothing that she enjoyed about it. She was simply defending herself, her family, or her boyfriends. She knew how to fight, her cousins had showed her whenever they had come to this very part of Kentucky to visit her family, and she knew how to throw a mean punch. Once she had been messing with Jeremy, and she had caught him with a right hook and sent him right on his ass. That was a good memory. She could still remember his facial expression, and she almost laughed out loud. Her cousins were the shit. She actually was enjoying hanging out with them now. Mudding, rough housing in her new home, and causing a ruckus.
Call Kenzie a nerd, but she somewhat enjoyed school. She wanted to thrive and learn more, and become something. She knew the farthest she was probably going was getting her degree in Equine Sciences, and maybe Equine training. School was a place where Kenzie could get away from all the work, and the stress back on her new farm. She got to just relax, talk with other kids her own age, and make new friends. Currently she hadn't found many new friends, what with her being so different, but she sure knew she would. It was hard not to like Kenzie, it was just people needed to open up to her country type ways. She was a country girl, and she wasn't changing that for the world. It was how she had been born, it was how she was raised, and it was going to be how she died. There was no changing a country girl.
Sometimes she wondered if she was going to change. She didn't want to change, she liked who she was, and she didn't want to be anything for anybody else. To her, being herself, and being true to herself was the most important thing she could do. She didn't see the point in being anyone else, because life was too short to be somebody you are not. She never wanted to be someone else, she didn't think that it would be much fun, and Kenzie despised nothing more than fake people. Fake people were like little plastics dolls, on the outside they were beautiful, but on the inside, they were hollow. No feelings, and Kenzie was nothing like that. She didn't want to be like that, who really did want to be like that anyways. She knew that many people did want to be like that, but she never really could understand why. They were just dumb, she was writing it off at that.
Maybe Kenzie even had too much feeling. She let things get at her way too easily, and she knew that. She could not stand it when people talked about her behind her back, or spread mean rumors. It killed her on the inside, but on the outside she acted like her confidence was skyrocketing. She was dying inside, but really, things got to her, then she got over it as quickly as it started. She let things slide after a few hours, she always did, but for those few hours that it stuck, it killed her. As soon as the beautiful girl was over it, it did not bother her at all, and she hardly ever thought about it again. She was amazing like that, how things got to her, and then they were gone. She knew it was a good thing, because if she felt like the way she did when she first heard the words, she would simply crawl under a rock and die.
Kenzie personally did not have the time to spread rumors, or sit down and ponder over how to make someone's life miserable. All Kenzie did was worry about her own, and that was all she needed. She never did quite understand why people were as mean as they were. She much Rather to keep to herself, and live her won life. She didn't give a damn about what other people thought of her, and she never would. honestly, why should she care? She just didn't and she just wouldn't. She just couldn't wrap her mind around how some people found the time in their life to be asses and find ways to hurt other people. Kenzie was a busy woman, and never had the time to think. She got up, went to school or rode on the week ends, then went to bed. How much time did that leave her? Enough to eat, and that was about it. So in the end, she found it rather amusing the time people could find in their day.
Kenzie slowly walked her way up the rest of the driveway, clicking the lock button twice on her truck and listening to the beeping it made. She sighed a little, running her hands through her blonde straightened hair then with one quick flick of her wrist she had it pulled back into a high tony tail, now only little wisps from her bangs hung down in her face. She could tell that this was going to be a long day as the hot summer sun was already beating down hard upon her tanned skin. She was now praising herself on wearing that tank beneath the pink shirt that she was sure she would be taking off in a matter of time. In priding herself, Kenzie allowed her stunning chocolate brown eyes to flutter out to the lush green fields rolling around her. She watched as horse danced along, frolicking with glee. There wasn't a thing happier than a foal in summer, and she knew that from experience with her own horses, but now her deep chocolates laid on a boy... He was resting cockily back against his truck, watching her.
Boy man's son ran through her mind as she picked her way up to him, offering him a condescending smile. Extending her hand she offered him a warm greeting. "Hey, I'm Kenzie. I got hired here." she said in her thick accent as she looked him square in the eyes for just a moment more, then glancing off. "Nice place ya got here. and it was a nice place, but she would have much rather to be working on her own farm, but she didn't get paid for that stuff. This was going to be hell, and she could tell that this kid before her was a real trip, full of himself for sure, and probably an ass. That was really the last thing she wanted to deal with, and really the Frosts should have considered themselves lucky to be working with her since so many people really did actually want to work with her, yet here she was wasting her time here. Damn, where was this going anyway? They didn't show.. Why was she here? |
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Post by Jackson Frost on Feb 17, 2009 21:23:02 GMT -5
The taste of the warm buttery biscuit in his mouth was heavenly, as was the look of the young blonde as she stepped out of her truck. Her long blonde locks were neatly tucked behind her ear and pulled behind her head into a ponytail. He smiled, still being able to see her eyes even though her bangs did hang down somewhat. Jackson finished the biscuit from his Mother's doughy hands and he stood up away from the truck. Smiling as he seen the girl approach him he could see that she was sort of a Preppy looking girl. A preppy cowgirl, heh, that could prove to be extremely interesting. Being the occasional gentleman he was, he leaned foward, feeling their eyes meet as he looked back to his boots.
Jackson wasnt shy around girls at all, but most of the girls he did hang around didnt look as good as this girl, so he really didnt have any room to complain, yeah Jackson Frost was befumbled in the presence of a girl, a beautiful one at that. He felt his hard overworked rough hands take her small soft hand in his. He gave it two good shakes before releasing it and taking another step back. Jackson smiled as she told him about the nice place that the Frosts had, yeah Jackson knew they had a nice place, but he wasnt full of himself like THAT, and her compliment was greatly accepted. "Pleasure to meet ya.. Why, thank ya.. It's pretty comfy.."
Comfy? Jackson.. your a hick, not some northerner. Why would you say Comfy? Yeahhh it was becoming more and more prudent, he was definently befumbled in the presence of her. He smiled as he daydreamed a little bit, feeling the heat from the newly risen sun peering down over the back of his neck. Jackson had a nice tan going on, hell sometimes he would take his shirt off while horseback riding or while on the tractor to work on his tan, he wasnt ashamed of his body. He worked on his muscles throughout all of the farming season, and the harvest season. Farming was a hard deed, and it took a gifted person to do it. Jack noticed the girl looking over at the foal, yeah noone in the house could do anything with it. Jack probably could, but he just didnt have time to fool with it.
Jackson allowed his eyes to travel around the area, smirking a little bit as he looked around and then turned his gaze back to her. "I guess for today you can just follow me around and see the stuff I do, help me out a little bit, and then later on once you get the feel of the place we can swap up jobs?" He said. Jackson was normally a cocky asshole, but he was trying to impress the girl, damn.. She had already caught his eye, he would have been stupid to not try to give her some of that imfamous Jackson Frost charm. He figured he didnt have a shot in the world with her, but she was cute, and he sure as hell would try. He thought about a future of dating her, and immidietely a smile crossed his face as he lead her towards the pastures.. This new hired hand might not be so bad afterall.
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