I'll Be Your Prince Charming [open]

[Tyler Long]

Tyler Long

Tyler Long entered the lounge and gave a wide yawn, stretching his muscular arms as he did so. He had just arrived and not even his horses had arrived yet, so he decided to just chill in the lounge for awhile. He couldn't wait to see the look on Rosalie's face when she found out he had been accepted here as well. She would could crazy, that was for sure. He chuckled to himself at the thought of it. Poor Bella would probably get chewed out for telling him that Rosalie was here. Nah, he'd calm down Rosalie before she got too angry. His deep brown eyes scanned the lounge. Nope, nobody here. He ran his fingers through his messy blonde hair as he walked to the kitchen and grabbed a coke out of the fridge. He hadn't seen anyone yet and he couldn't wait to see the girls that were here. 'This could be really fun,' he thought to himself with a mischevious grin as he traveled back to the lounge and plopped down on a sofa.

Rosalie was probably one of the better looking ones, she always had been. But ew, she was his cousin. But then again, there were tons of girls in this world and he was sure there would be some hot ones here. He hadn't had a girlfriend in awhile, just dates, so it would be nice to get a steady one for a change. He yawned again. Traveling sure had worn him out.

[Riata Hill]

Riata pushed open the door into the lounge, and stepped inside for the first time. There was a handful of people in the lounge, and several heads turned to look at her. People, girls in particular, dressed (and looked in general) plenty different than Riata. She was dressed in square-toed riding boots with a cowboy heel and custom made spurs. A pair of 13MWZ Wrangler's, a Top Hand ranch rodeo belt buckle, a long sleeved Western work shirt, with a straw hat stained with dirt around the brims, and a hawk's feather propped jauntily in the band to top it all off.

The sleeves on her shirt were rolled up to her elbows, her hands were dirty and her fingernails had gone all to hell. There was a fresh cut across her right arm just above the wrist, not nasty but in need of a bandage, and blood had recently dried in dripping rows. Sweat dripped from her temples down her cheekbones- she worked. Hard.

But unlike you might expect from what has been described thus far, Riata was a gorgeous girl. Long dark hair cascaded down her back and over her shoulders in a natural scattered wave. Her eyes were alert and bright, the structure of her face was admirable, everything about her natural physical appearance was trim.

There was no makeup. Only dirt.
No perfume- only the aroma if horses, dirt, mingled with sweat. Unpleasant to most... Comforting to her. One who worked with horses couldn't be terribly on the wrong path. Dirt... Well, she wasn't one for a priss. And sweat- not afraid to work. That was one thing about Riata- she loved to work.

She ignored the haughty stares; they didn't bother her in the least. Her spurs jingled as she made her way to a counter with a sink. There she removed her hat, splashed water on her face, and tugged her hair over one shoulder. She scrubbed her arms- and the cut- and hands until most of the dirt was gone, then dried with paper towels.

Over to the fridge where a bottle of Dr. Pepper was to be found... And now to find a seat for just a few moment's rest out of the blaring sun. Most of the tables were occupied with people- including those who had offered her hateful looks which Riata had been tempted to return. There were two sofa areas- one was occupied by a couple who were doing things she would rather ignore. On the other rested a guy who was stretched out lazily on the cushion. She sensed a don't-care attitude about him, but she often had the same disposition. She approached the sofa, hat tipped back on her head, clothes dirty, wire cut bleeding slightly again, spurs ringing.

"Hey there", she began. "Look, I smell, and I'm dirty, and I'm not in the mood for talkin' bout the weather and that shit, but I would really like a place to sit for a moment, so do ya mind?"

Blunt. Very Riata.

A slight Southern - or more ranch-folky - accent accompanied the brief question and "don't-give-me-any-bullshit" tone to the voice that seemed odd coming from such a beautiful girl. And yet aroused your curiosity, and was somewhat amusing, and made you want more... And to know more.

[Tyler Long]

Tyler Long

Tyler was on the brink of sleep when he was woken up by the sound of the lounge door opening. He wasn't too interested in whoever would come in, but glanced over anyway. He jolted awake immediately. A beautiful girl had walked in, but not beautiful in a model way. This girl was rugged. She looked like she had been working hard all day and she probably smelled like it too, but she was a beauty. She hadn't noticed him yet so he took the time to study her. She walked to the sink and scrubbed off. And then she turned towards him. He looked away before she could tell he had been looking at her. He smiled to himself. He was an expert at this. It took only a few seconds for her to be standing above him, no-nonsense attitude radiating from her like sun rays. '"Hey there. Look, I smell, and I'm dirty, and I'm not in the mood for talkin' bout the weather and that shit, but I would really like a place to sit for a moment, so do ya mind?' Tyler gave a light chuckle. Just the attitude he expected from someone like her. He looked up at her with that charming smile of this that usually made girls swoon. He had a feeling it wouldn't work all that well with this one, but it was worth a try. He decided to play it cool and not immediately start with the flirting. "Hey there. Of course I wouldn't mind. Sit right on down," he said, patting the place next to him with a twinkle in his deep, brown eyes. He looked around and then back up at her, leaning forward a bit. "And to tell you a secret, everybody around here smells," he whispered, looking around as though he was afraid of getting caught, but really just playing.

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[Riata Hill]

"Hey there. Of course I wouldn't mind. Sit right on down."

Riata's expression hardly changed, but his charming smile, obviously reserved specially for the ladies, didn't get past her. In a split second, she studied him. Alright, so he's not bad looking. He certainly wasn't. His blond hair was in messy waves that suited him, and his eyes had a certain twinkle that she especially noticed. She could tell alot about somebody by their eyes- and for now she was satisfied with the friendly smile in his deep brown eyes. And his smile... Okay, so maybe he's kind of cute. Laugh lines claimed the area around his nose and mouth. Riata wasn't one to admire the male species; they were either friends, enemies, or strangers, nothing more, nothing less. She had a strong feeling this one was one of those terribly exaggerated charmers. We'll see.

"Thank ya. 'Preciate it."

Riata had a terrible habit of shortening her words. To her, there was no "g" on the end of "working", nor was there an "a" at the beginning of "appreciate". She took a seat on the sofa, albeit several inches opposite where he had patted the cushion.

"And to tell you a secret, everybody around here smells."

Riata laughed lightly and leaned back, taking a sip from the soda can. She placed one leg across the other and began to sub-consciously spin the rowel of one spur.

"Yeah, 'n most of em smell spoiled rotten. Terrible stench."

She followed the statement, spoken in a blatant tone, as if it weren't meant to be funny, even if it were. Riata had a dry humor; witty, one would say. She extended one sun-tanned, caullosed hand to Tyler.

"Well I'm Riata Hill, new farrier."

[Tyler Long]

Tyler Long

Tyler felt a smile creep across his face as he watched her study him. It wasn't something new to him but it felt different when she did it. Most girls that studied him were interested in a date but she seemed to be trying to decide whether she liked him as a person or not. This disgruntled him a bit, but he didn't let it show on his face. He kept his charming smile in place.

'Thank ya. 'Preciate it.'

"Welcome," he replied, giving a slight chuckle at the way she shorterned her words. This girl sure was short and to the point. She sat down, inches away from where he had patted.

'Yeah, 'n most of em smell spoiled rotten. Terrible stench.'

Tyler chuckled once again at her comment. She sure was something.

'Well I'm Riata Hill, new farrier.'

"Well Riata Hill, I'm Tyler Long," he said, taking her hand in his and starting slightly as he felt it. It sure was rough, but what could you expect from a farrier? He quickly gained his composure, shooting her an apologetic glance. Looking again at the space between them, he creased his forehead in a frown. "I promise I don't bite," he told her in a serious tone, acheiving a hurt look. "Or do I smell too?" he asked, this time with a teasing glint in his eye.

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[Riata Hill]

Riata shook his hand with a firmness accomplished mostly by men. But her Daddy had told her all her life, if you're gonna take a person's hand, by God, take it!

She nodded as he spoke his name, this time a bit if a friendly smile appeared on her lips. It wasn't a full out grin. But not reluctant nor forced- relaxed, friendly, nothing more, nothing less. Riata was a simple person, easy to figure out. She didn't play games, and she wasn't complicated. Ask her a question, expect an answer, not a speech.

"Nice to meet ya, Tyler."

She switched the Dr. Pepper to the other hand and resumed twirling her rowel, a habit she had obtained years ago and continued to claim. Obnoxious to most, peculiar to some, ignored or even accepted as another part of this curious young woman by few. As he spoke again, she didn't turn her head to completely face him, but her eyes were on him. She placed the soda can between her thighs, tilted her hat back and laughed at his second remark, rubbing her brow with the back of her hand. Her laugh was another thing... Loud? No. Forced? Not at all. Animated? No sir. Just like the rest of her character, simple, relaxed, genuine. The laughter reached her rich brown eyes. She still wasn't sure what to think of this Tyler Long. Were these his true colors? Doubtful. This was his charm, reserved for the ladies, animated especially for the pretty ones. What laid underneath, she wasn't sure. But she was beginning to get a hankering to know.

"Well considering how rank I smell at the moment, I can't smell much else as of now. But I reckon people are sorta like saddles. They look and feel alright - maybe even great - at first, until you spent several hours with 'em. Then most of em just make your ass sore."