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[. Kyo Murasaki]

you spin me right round, baby.
right round.
like a record, baby.
right round.
round, round.

For the second time that day, Kyo was out at the barn, now to work one of his horses. He had been there earlier that morning, simply to check up on his gelding and colt and make sure they got all of their supplements and the right feed. Yes, he was quite picky about what his horses ate, or at least that they were fed the right supplements and grain. Actually, he was quite lenient about the treats he gave them; Buck ate everything from peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches to bottled green tea (Kyo avoided soda as much as possile; he never drank any without caffeine and caffeine shows up on blood tests, so it was risky to give it to a show horse, even in the form of soda.) But, when it came to feed, he had to make sure everything was perfect, from the "joint juice", or so he called it, containing devil's claw (and a similar supplement without the devil's claw that was given 10 days before every show) to the neigh-lox he gave the gelding as a preventative against ulcers (something that wasn't uncommon in the Saddlebred world.) Luckily for the sake of the stable hands, Buck and Foppe had been given everything that was written down on a sheet of laminated paper tacked to their stalls and were contently munching on the bermuda/alfala mixture when he arrived. So, yes, he was back now to work the filly.

"Oh, pipe down," Kyo mumbled to the filly as she released a sharp snort in response to the leather halter as it was placed over her nose, pulling her away from her hay. "Is someone a bit lazy today? Aww, come on; it's not like I'm ven gonna be working you." Kyo mumbled as the filly reached for a final bite of her morning meal before succumbing to the pressure of the halter. Now, despite the fact that Foppe somewhat willingly followed Kyo out of her stall didn't mean that she was completely halter broke...it was quite the opposite, actually. The filly, who was still at the tender age of six months, was no where near being halter broke. But she was getting to the point where leading her was no longer such a battle.

Kyo couldn't help but break into a smile as his filly tossed her head in response to another pull on the lead in an attempt to exit the stall. After a moment of giving and releasing with each step, Foppe and Kyo successfully exited the wooden box stall, Kyo closed it behind them. The pair headed out of the stable doors and into a pasture, where Kyo opened the gate and entered. After turning around so that the two of them faced the gate, Kyo shut it and turned to Foppe, unclipping the lead from her halter. "Well," he began to mumble, "I guess we can hold off work for a couple more minutes." A light smirk came to his face as Foppe turned and picked up a brisk trot, only to stop after several strides. Her tail and now were in the air, nostrils wide and ears perked forward. With no warning and no reason, the buckskin filly turned and took off, bucking.

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[Abby Vuori]

Abby was enjoying herself immensely as she trotted her new mare along a trail back towards the stables, having gotten up at the crack of dawn after waiting about a day to let her new mare, Duchess settle in. The pied mare seemed to be enjoying herself a lot too, which was good. To Abby and perhaps even the friesian paint cross mare, that they had covered much of the trails with a few breaks in between. It'd been quite interesting with all of the wildlife they had seen. Like the deer, foxes, and Abby could have sworn that her mare had scented a coyote which made her stop in her tracks and just stare at nothing for a few moments, that had been a little weird and Abby was certain that something serious was going to happen, luckily nothing did.
As they jogged up the path Abby happened to look out at the pasture as her mare halted suddenly, tossing her dial and releasing a high pitched whinny making Abby wince because of the proximity to her own ears. "Duchess....." She said before seeing what had made the black and white mare call out. A little weanling filly. She smiled slightly. Cute, she hadn't really expected to see many foals around here since this was a big competition stables, but you probably could show foals in like halter and showmanship classes.
Seeing a guy in the pasture with the rambunctious filly she urged the mare into a trot towards him though halted the mare on the other side of the fence. Abby loosened the reins a bit and the mare taking advantage of that, quickly dropped her bald-faced head to the grass and started tearing at it as if she was starving.
"You're a pig Duchess." Abby said with a small laugh before turning to the guy, the mare's ears flicked slightly as if to show her indifference to her girl's jibes. "Is that little filly yours?" She asked calmly. She figured it was, but well, it'd be better to ask than to assume, after all, she knew how that saying went about the word, and she didn't want to come off as a complete moron. Like she had the other day when a boy had surprised her when he suddenly appeared infront of her beloved Sovereign's stall. That had been embarassing to say the least.[/size]

[. Kyo Murasaki]

you spin me right round, baby.
right round.
like a record, baby.
right round.
round, round.

To Kyo, his filly's antic were both adorable and amusing. Every couple of minutes, she'slower her head and snap at the blades of grass, as if she was going to get scolded for daring to grab a bite to eat. And half the time, the slight breeze assisted the blades of grass in evading her grasping lips. But, when she did manage to pull out the grass, she'd simply stand there with the blades dangling from her dark lips. She didn't even bother to eat them half the time. And then, out of no where, she'd continue taking off at a brisk trot or canter, buck several times, and repeat the taking of the grass. Through all of this, Kyo simply stood there, watching her from his post, leaning against the white-painted wooden fencing.

"Are you having that much fun, Foppe, love?" Kyo asked, the volume of his voice kept at a low mumble. Both oddly blue eyes were kept locked on the prancing buckskin, watching every step, every stride. His watchfulness of his own horse kept him from noticing the addition of a presence; the sudden feminine voice threw him off guard. But he managed to pull it off as if he had known of her presence, not even turning to answer her question. Instead, Kyo simply looked over his shoulder at her once, blue eyes taking in all there was to be seen.

Kyo turned his attention back on his filly after a moment of staring and nodded once in response to her question. "Yeah, that's my Foppe," he said, his voice no louder than necessary to make sure that she could hear him. Today, he was tired to the point that his actions showed indifference, even apathy towards everything but his horses. Now, while sleep wasn't a thing Kyo often got much of, this recent lack of it was really getting to him. There were slightly noticeable bags resting under his eyes, completely revealed. And now? Well...if he didn't have his two horses to take care of at the moment, he's probably be off attempting to sleep back in his dorm. Keyword being attempting.

With a light sigh, Kyo forced himself to turn to face the other girl, eyes looking over her once more. They stop at her horse, whom he spent several moments looking over. The pinto horse was a bit too large bodied for even a stocky Paint, in his mind, and looked a bit Gypsy Vanner-ish. But maybe it was a cross of something. Kyo shrugged lightly to himself as he removed his gaze from the horse and moved it back to the girl. Turning around the previously asked question so it was directed back towards the girl, Kyo asked, "And I'm assuming h--she's yours?"

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[Abby Vuori]

Abby smiled slightly to herself. To her it seemed rather obvious that he cared for his little filly, and she didn't blame him. As she watched the filly, waiting for him to speak she noted that the filly looked similar to her own Prince, except for breed wise. Prince was a beautiful buckskin friesian saddlebred cross. He was just down right handsome. All of her horses where though, and all where friesian crosses.
She nudged both of the mare's forelegs with the toes of her boot to get her to park out. Which the mare only did after lifting her head though still munching on the grass. Abby swung down without difficulty now that the mare was a good few inches shorter than her normal 16.3hh. That's what was horrible about her horses, all of them where over 16hh.
"You're filly really is good looking, and her color almost reminds me of one of my horses." She said with a smile when he'd answered her. She had noted that he had blue eyes much like her, but also that he seemed to be suffering from lack of sleep due to the bags under his eyes. Hmmmm, did he suffer from imsonia? She had bouts of that, she hated it.
She nodded when he asked her just about the same exact question as she asked him. "Yeah, her name is Duchess." She said calmly, the mare flicked her ears slightly at hearing her name but merely dropped her head to continue grazing. She wondered how badly her accent was showing, but didn't pay too much mind too it. She was just used to it, but others thought it was the coolest, or funniest thing ever.
Abby starting wondering if perhaps she should leave the boy and his filly, perhaps he just wanted to be alone with the little one. She didn't want to intrude but she loved watching horses play, especially foals. Abby almost wanted to smack her forehead, she'd introduced her horse, but not herself. "My name is Abby Vuori by the vay." She said calmly. Well, at least she tried. Turning to he mare, she tossed one stirrup over the seat and undid the mare's girth a little. She wasn't planning on riding the mare much anymore today and it wasn't going to kill her to actually walk to the mare back to her stall. Be good to cool her off too, not like she'd really worked the mare hard at all though. Just walking and jogging for today. Tomorrow the real fun would begin.[/size]

[. Kyo Murasaki]

you spin me right round, baby.
right round.
like a record, baby.
right round.
round, round.

Kyo rested his forearms against the wooden planks of the fencing, watching as the dark haired girl dismounted her horse. Her hair and eye colors were the same as his, though she looked of European discent, compared to his mix of Oriental and European. Kyo couldn't help but smirk lightly at his correct guess of ethnic background; her accent reaffirmed her European discent. German? Finnish? Kyo couldn't put his finger on where exactly she was from, but that didn't matter. As long as he was right about the general continent, he'd feel satisfied. Well, accents aside, he to himself about how the combination of dark hair and an exotic hue of eye (which, in his mind, was either blue or green) was probably the most attractive look around. Luckily for him, he was blessed with that natural combination. But, with his oriental discent came the common misconception that he wore color contacts. For that fact, he'd curse his German blood.

Yet another nod was given to the girl's words in response to her words on his filly. Isn't she?" Kyo simply stated, his obvious narcissism showing. Many people would have thanked the girl for a compliment on their horse, but Kyo definintely was not that type of a person. After all, why would he thank her for stating something so obvious? No, that just wouldn't work. In a quick, fluid movement, Kyo turned so that his back faced the girl once again, both eyes set on his filly. Foppe was continuing her act of sniffing and nipping at the grass and then taking off for no apparent reason. Occasionally, she would simply stop with her black nose and tail stick in the air, eyes wild, nostrils flared, and ears perked either forward or back, depending on her momentary object of interest's location.

After hearing the girl's introduction, Kyo debated whether to turn back to her or not. He chose the latter, keeping his eyes locked on his horse, minus the quick glance of recognition he threw over his shoulder at her. Kyo," He said, introducing himself rather quickly. With a inaudible, exasperated sigh, Kyo added, "My name's Kyo Murasaki." Truthfully, he didn't mind if the girl hung out for a while and watched his filly; he didn't mind an audience.

word count - three seventy eight....please excuse the suckyness.[/font][/color]

[Abby Vuori]

Abby shifted slightly in her boots, she'd just noticed that there was a rock in them, great. Tapping the toes against the ground behind her helped slightly as she trapped the rock upfront where it wouldn't bother her as much.
She glanced up at him curiously when he spoke. Well, he was a rude little boy wasn't he? Ah well. Not everyonehad been taught manners ever since they could talk. Yay for her.
Abby patted Duchess' neck calmly after Kyo had spoken his name. You know oddly, that was one of her favorite names for some reason, probably because of the lead singer of Dir en grey. She loved Dir en grey's music, though much prefering the visual kei stuff like Yokan over the newer songs like Obscure or even Saku. Kodou was right on the border line between the two styles she figured. Ok, so maybe music was another passion of her's besides horses. That's just how she is, especially when one shared the last name of one of Finland's famous bands. Yessum, Jussi Vuori, drummer of The 69 Eyes, she'd yet to figure out if they where related, that'd be awesome if they where. She was letting her thoughts ramble again. Shaking her head slightly, her long thick hair barely moving she sighed gently, glancing at her amre. She was pretty pathetic.
Figuring to at least keep an awkward silence away, she spoke again. "So vhere are you from?" She asked calmly, almost wishing she didn't have an accent, then again if she didn't, she wouldn't be Abigail Vuori. She'd just be some random girl who people thought was weird. Ok she was, but still. With the accent it wasn't so bad because she was considered foreign, and people didn't shun her, much. If she didn't have it she'd probably be just some sort of freak, at least that's how people would see her as. Great way to veiw life huh?

(Merf, my posts are cruddy, and your posting is much better than mine o.o)

[. Kyo Murasaki]

you spin me right round, baby.
right round.
like a record, baby.
right round.
round, round.

Kyo turned, once again, at her question, this time he kept his eyes on her, rather than turning back to look in Foppe's direction after a moment. 'So vhere are you from?' Kyp drew in a quick breath as he thought over how exactly he was supposed to answer that. No matter how narcissistic he was, Kyo was way too tired to go into detail on his past. But, if he was in one of his normal talkative moods, he wouldn't hesitate to go all out. In fact, today he was so out of it that he was tempted just to ask 'what's it to you?' and leave it at that, only to avoid more of a conversation. But, instead of being a total bastard, Kyo decided to answer it half heartedly. "Chicago," he simply said, not bothering to ask her where she was from. If the other girl, Abby was it? (such a cliche, normal name that he had already nearly forgotten it,) was really interested in keeping this so-called conversation going, then he knew that she would go ahead and share her past residences on her own.

A light, yet audible yawn was released after he spoke, his hand finding its way over his mouth as the yawn squeezed its way out. God, this was abnormal for him. Insomnia was one thing (that he had dealed with for years, mind you), but it actually leaving him tired? Now that was strange. Kyo shrugged lightly to himself in thought; there were several factors that could bring on this change of behavior. One, he wasn't smoking or drinking as much now that he was here. Now, it wasn't that he didn't have the resources to smoke or drink, he just didn't feel like it for the moment. Odd, huh? Well, at least he seemed to think so. I mean, why in the world wouldn't Kyo, a self-proclaimed pre-alcoholic and avid promoter of a certain legal drug he called cancer sticks, want to take part in the selfdestructive activities he had subjected himself to for the last, what, four years almost? Truthfully, this wasn't like him. And this sudden, unexplainable change of heart scared the shit out of him. It scared him enough that, when he got back to his dormitory, he would force himself on the best medicine he could think of (well, that he had in his posession; we all know what wonders several Vycadin does)....in other words, he'd force down one of his water bottles filled to the brim with his father's vodka and a pack of marlboro reds he had hidden in his backpack. Oh yes, what a lovely day he would have after that.

After a moment of thought, after which he let out an exasperated sigh, Kyo shrugged yet again to himself. He figured now, that his day actually had hope for improvement after his time at the barn, he might as well stop moping around and wake up. So, on the contrary to his previous thoughts, Kyo spoke up again. "Same to you; where're you from?" See, he was trying to be nice....kind of. At least now he was making a bit more of an attempt. And you had to give him credit for that.

word count - five fourty one.

Oh, and I officially love you forever for mentioning Dir en grey <3[/font][/color]

[Abby Vuori]

Abby sighed very softly. Mayhaps she should just go? It seemed like he didn't want her company anyways. Of course she also didn't know know if this was him on a normal or bad, or even a perfectly good day. She glanced at him briefly when he spoke a single word, three little syllables infact. He was from Chicago. Lucky him, he probably didn't know what it was like to be ripped from family and friends to go overseas. At least she had been able to bring Sovereign. She never would have left Finland if he wasn't coming with her, simple as that.
When it seemed to her that one of those awkward silences where going to stretch on forever she fidgeted with her mare's reins, perhaps waiting to see if he would talk, or if perhaps she really should leave. The mare, at the random tugs and flicks at her mouth lifted her head and stared at the girl through her great blue eyes, when Abby saw this she looked down at the ground. "Sorry Duchess." She said simply. The mare simply blinked again before going back to her grazing. Abby was struck again by the thought that her mare seemed to be a pig or cow in a horse's skin.
She had glanced up at Kyo again, quite ready to excuse herself and the mare when he spoke again, this time asking her where she was from. He truly seemed to be like a parrot. Always repeating the same questions, just differently worded. Fine, at least he seemed to be a little friendly. "Vell, to be exact Helsinki, Finland." She said calmly. Yeah, the city where The 69 Eyes came together, and HIM, oh man, Ville Valo and Jussi Vuori were hot, if a bit old for her, pity.
"Vell, ve should probably be going, since you probably vant to vork your filly vithout an audience." She said calmly. Gah, why did so many words have to start with a 'w', just made it harder on her, but at least she hadn't really run into the problem of people misunderstanding her, that was the only good thing about it. Sighing softly to herself, mostly in frustration of her accent, she grabbed both of her mare's reins in one hand. Would he at least say goodbye, or would he want her to stay around. Either way she didn't mind, she was just curious.

((Really? Dir en grey is one of my favorite bands o.O and not a lot of people really know about them))