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Post by Jenny Night on May 11, 2010 5:29:57 GMT -5
Alexa Collins I sighed. He always thought he was the lucky one. That was not the truth. "You're wrong you know. You're not the lucky one, I am. You've shown me a world free of all the teasing." He knew what I meant by teasing. I had been so badly teased not all that long ago about my freaky eyes. No one could ever make me forget about that, ever, it would not be possible.
My hand reached into the back and grabbed the last of the bags. Of course he was teasing me by taking most of them, there were so many. Though he was just doing as the doctor asked of him. I knew that and said nothing.
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Post by Kanchana on May 11, 2010 5:45:31 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
"And here we are," he chuckled, pecking her cheek lightly and turning to climb up the steep stairs. "Watch your step," he warned, walking slowly as he was unable to see over the heavy bags.
Slowly, yet without falling, he made it to the top of the stairs without tripping. He chuckled, shaking his head and unlocking his door. "Home sweet home," he said, dropping the bags on the bench and looking around the half cleaned house. "I'll put these away and finish cleaning...then we can start on your place," he said, knowing that James and Talila would be coming soon.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 11, 2010 5:53:00 GMT -5
Alexa Collins I smiled at him as i headed over to where my tack truck still lay, open as i had left it. We'd made sure to lock the door when we left the house earlier, lest someone do something again to my tack. I had been so mad and still was in a way.
Walking over, I scooped up the damaged bridle. "I'll have to put this somewhere my sister and brother wont see it."
Quickly I buckled on the fancy brow band decorations making sure to fit it just right. The bridle was just the perfect size. That was a pleasing thing. Then I quickly attached the bit carefully into his place as well, clipping on the webbing reins a second later.
I had finished cleaning all but the other plainer bridle which I now deftly stripped to pieces and started cleaning. It would only take me minutes.
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Post by Kanchana on May 11, 2010 6:02:31 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
"Chuck it in my room, top of the cupboard," he said, putting the last of the snacks away and knowing that they would last all of 3 hours with James here. He neatly wiped the bench down, throwing the scapes into the bin before pulling out the vacum cleaner and plugging it in.
Doing a once over of the lounge room, he smiled, glad how neat it looked. The small wooden coffee table sat with a few magazines, the cream carpet without dirt nor stain. "Finally," he annouced, packing the cleaning things away. "Now...to your bomb site," he chuckled,
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Post by Jenny Night on May 11, 2010 6:07:42 GMT -5
Alexa Collins I laughed as he said that, but put it where he said. At least the new bridle looked the same. One us two would know that it was not the original. That was something I was certainly glad of. My siblings could never know that someone tried to sabotage me. "Neither of them must know about that," I said. Then I packed up the trunk again, carefully stowing everything. Then I locked it again. "I'll have you know that I keep my house clean>
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Post by Kanchana on May 11, 2010 6:10:29 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
He nodded, understanding what she was saying. "Of course," he said and chuckled. "Sure, sure...lets go see shall we," he said with a wink and picked up her trunk, moving it onto the table. "Leave this all here for now?" he asked, gesturing towards the large, bulky trunk.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 12, 2010 2:49:15 GMT -5
Alexa Collins "That would be the best idea, yes." I smiled. "At least this way know its all safe and won't be in the way." I sighed. There was too much to do these days. Too much. Being in hospital really had put me behind in my training schedule. There was no point denying that fact. Then I led the way out of his house and into my own, knowing where the vaccuum and other things were. There was no point in sitting around in my own house. That would never be something I would do. He knew that.
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Post by Kanchana on May 12, 2010 4:21:47 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King. He nodded and followed her with even strides to her house. He sighed, knowing she wouldn't take no as an answer. "Did you want to vacum? I can clean the other stuff," he offered, knowing where everything went.
He kissed her cheek as he wandered past, heading for the kitchen. He chuckled, seeing the piles of dishes. "Yep," he said as if answering a question and got to work.
The plates stacked neatly in the bottom tray of the dishwasher, forks and knives pointing up the the roof. A oven tray and a potato masher was placed on top, and Kayson decided he would do the rest by hand. Setting the washer on slow, he rolled up his sleeves smiling to himself. Somehow, he found this relaxing.
OOC: hmm bad..
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Post by Jenny Night on May 12, 2010 23:54:07 GMT -5
Alexa Collins There was no way that my kitchen would usually be like that. “That seems wrong. I did not have anything out on the bench a few days ago.” I was certain of that. Every time I used something I always put it away. I liked a tidy house. I ahd not been the one to leave all that out on the bench. I smiled though and headed to the sink getting a few things out before heading into the bathroom to clean everything in there. I knew what I was doing this time, there would be no dirt left here when I was done.
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Post by Kanchana on May 13, 2010 2:43:14 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
He shrugged, cleaning the last few of the plates and putting them in the rightful places. The steps trailed her, following her into the bathroom. "You go do your room, I'll do here," he said with a smile, knowing she wouldn't want him going though her stuff. He respected her to much for that.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 13, 2010 2:49:07 GMT -5
Alexa Collins I laughed and then headed into my bedroom. It would not take me long to figure out the slight mess in here. That done, I headed into the room where all my trophies were kept. I started dusting quickly.
Slowly I made my way around the room, there were soo many. I was surprised that there were that many I had one. This room was really important to me and I knew that my family knew that.
I paused though at a gap in one of the shelves. That should not be there. What had been there. "Well crap," I yelped.
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Post by Kanchana on May 13, 2010 2:53:45 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
And eyebrow rose at her yell, she didn't swear. Even say the word crap... "What is it?" he called, taking off the gloves and entering the room the call had come from. It was her trophy room, every wall lined with trophies and ribbon. Most ribbons were blue, but a few greens and reds appeared no and again. "What Alexa?" he asked, kissing her cheek and looked around worriedly. Was it another bear? He noticed the gap, and tried to remember what had been there. "Oh."
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Post by Jenny Night on May 13, 2010 2:57:35 GMT -5
Alexa Collins The hole angered me. WHo would dare take that from me? No one i knew that was for sure. My eyes scanned the walls and shelves, hoping that it had not just ben misplaced by me when i was cleaning once. Nope there was no sign of it. "Looks like I got to call the police. I've had a burgular in here while I was in hospital. First my bridle, now one of my trophies... what next?" I was completely furious now. Who was so against me like this? Who the hell had I pissed off?
Why were they retaliating on me?
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Post by Kanchana on May 13, 2010 3:07:02 GMT -5
Kayson. James. King.
He rested a flat palm agasint her warm arm gently, murming to her gently. "Shh," he whispered "we'll ring them, but I am afraid there isn't much they can do..." He was worried. First the bear cub, then the bridle and now this? Someone was trying to annoy her so she wouldn't go, wouldn't win. Someone saw her as a threat. Kayson though, of course, didn't voice his worries but silently vowed to stay close to her at the moment.
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Post by Jenny Night on May 13, 2010 3:37:48 GMT -5
Alexa Collins
My fists clenched as I glared at the spot. I heard Kayson speaking but not what. Someone was going to pay for this. "That one was one of the really new ones," I told him tersely. I was furious and there was no stopping that.
"Someone does not want me at the games," I said, knowing it to be true. Who ever they were, I knew that they would show up one day. This was getting rather alarming.
Why me though? I was the newest person to go to the Olympics. Who said I had a chance at winning? not I. Someone though knew that I was a strong competitor.
I thought through all the conversations I had had at various shows, trying to think who would have seen me as a threat. Who was the one who hated me this much? Somehow I thought that the bear cub, my bridle and now this were connected.
Then I remembered a conversation with a man who had a champion horse, well champion till i came along and took that title from him. He'd been furious and the words he'd snarled at me after I'd secured Prince in my trailer echoed in my head. "This is not the last you've heard of me, Collins."
Then another memory echoed in my head. I had been younger and not so good at what I did. The same man had said that to my mother. There had been a horse in her race he owned. She'd died in that race. Fury shook me at the very reminder of that.
"I'm not the only one they targeted. I know who they are now." I paused. "At one of the competitions I went to recently, two months ago, I took the champion ribbon from someone. That same fallen champion man snarled at me later as I prepared to leave the show grounds that this ws not the last I heard from him." I shuddered with rage. "That same man threatened my mum and a jockey that was riding his horse was the one that caused mum to fall and die. He did the same things to mum, stealing things and breaking things, then she died when his jockey caused her to fall."
I grimaced. If I was right than I was his next target
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