Let Me Show You Something (Man needed)

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    Plot: My character is a small town young woman. She lives and works on her family's ranch where she works cattle and horses. Our characters meet because occasionally her mother takes in troubled teens who need a change in pace, these teens coming from large cities. Your character will be this troubled teen. He will be arriving at the ranch to start and his role will be a stable/ranch hand officially. Unofficially, he will learn that there is so much more to life than gangs and traffic, and noise, as my character will show him.


    Rules:
    I dont really have a length requirement, but be creative! Be deep! Lets try really hard to minimize one liners.


    Alright now to introduce you to the ranch!!!

    The barn!

    Your living space
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    You will have a bed and a shower. All of the meals and such will take place in the main house


    Now onto my character:
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    Name: Brooke Rae King
    Age: 19
    Looks: above
    Personality: Brooke is incredibly strong willed. She loves her mother, who has taught her the passion which she now holds so dear in her heart. That said, horses are her world. Some call her obsessed, which she is quick to shut down, prefering the term passionate. (I will add more later im just really tired).


    ✖ Killian ✖ Finn ✖ O'Neill ✖
    [size=17pt]✖ Look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide ✖[/size]


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    [size=20pt]✖ The basics ✖[/size]

    αgε


    "I'm seventeen, as soon as I turn eighteen I'm outta here."


    gεηdεr


    "I am a devilishly handsome guy. I am deeply offended by this question."


    rεαsοη fοr comιηg


    "Oh, you know- drugs, alcohol. They expect me to clean up my act by coming here."


    [size=20pt]✖ Digging Deeper ✖[/size]

    ρεrsοηαιiτγ


    "Does it really matter.?"
    Killian is very closed. He refuses to let anyone in because of past experiences. Just like his father, he is very headstrong and stubborn. Just like his mother, he headed into a very bad path that is difficult to come out of. Killian has a short fuse, a temper and it gets violent at times. Underneath all of it though, he wants to be able to trust someone. He wants to do the right thing- it's just hard changing a lifetime of bad choices and making them good.


    hιsτοrγ {ορτιοηαι}


    "It doesn't matter, but, I guess I could tell you."
    When Killian was little his parents got divorced, everything he knew was ripped out from underneath him. He had vague memories of her parents yelling in a different room, sometimes objects were thrown around and broken. It used to scare him- until it became second nature. Then suddenly he was going over to one parent's place for a month and then back to the other for the next month.


    By the age of fifteen Killian was so sick of being fought over and traded that he decided to run away. He had been at his mother's place. It was a nice house, two stories and lots of rooms. But that didn't make up for his mother's drug addiction. It started after Lynda, Killian's mother, struck her offspring after getting high. That led to a full blown fight, but luckily the son knew how to get out of there. He gathered his already packed items and fled the place. He had been gone for a week, being picked up here and there and dropped off there and somewhere else. His mother didn't bother with an Amber Alert because she couldn't get the police involved with her family.
    Killian finally ended up at her father's, Brandon, estate. That was a bit better than staying with his mother. He had a young, new wife to keep him busy- to keep him from hitting Killian. She always got what she wanted, and that was Killian and his father. She manipulated Brandon and confused him with her curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, to make sure that he never found out about Killian and her. She was gorgeous, but that was the only thing that was good about her. Her name was Katrina. She kept Killian's father wrapped around her finger. But before long the physical need was gone and they divorced, leaving Brandon and his son to themselves again. Then it got bad again. The father went to drinking and abusing. Killian started hanging out with the wrong crowd and started using drugs, going to parties and getting smashed. He got caught with pills and alcohol in his car and was taken into custody. The judge decided that instead of going to jail, as he could be tried as an adult, he would be sent to a ranch and if he cleaned up his act his record would be wiped clean.



    fαmiιγ


    Brandon, abusive father and drunk.
    Lynda, druggie mother


    hορεs/drεαms


    "I don't know. I haven't thought about it."


    [size=20pt]✖ A bit more personal ✖[/size]

    ιiκεs


    ✔ Partying
    ✔ Sleeping in 'til noon
    ✔ Listening to music
    ✔ Singing, but not in front of anyone
    ✔ Photography
    ✔ Wet, rainy weather.
    ✔ Drinking
    ✔ Fishing
    ✔ Sailing
    ✔ Women


    dιsιiκεs


    ✖ Bright lights
    ✖ Screaming girls
    ✖ Things in pain
    ✖ Pity parties
    ✖ Being woken up in the morning, or being spoken to
    ✖ Liars
    ✖ Stupidity
    ✖ His parents
    ✖ Backstabbers
    ✖ Heat


    sεcrετs


    "I have way to many to count and they're all to personal and bad to be spoken out loud."


    fεαrs


    "I fear nothing."


    [size=20pt]✖ The Love Bug ✖[/size]


    τυrη οηs


    ✔ Dark hair
    ✔ Green eyes
    ✔ Blue eyes
    ✔ Curvy, but not overly curvy
    ✔ Fun, but knows when to be serious
    ✔ Understanding
    ✔ Relatively thin
    ✔ Nice moral code
    ✔ Independent
    ✔ Honesty


    τυrη οffs


    ✖ Goody-two-shoes
    ✖ Lying
    ✖ Too short or too tall
    ✖ Clingy
    ✖ Mean and abusive
    ✖ To serious or to fun
    ✖ Possessive
    ✖ Doesn't know when to stop
    ✖ Annoying
    ✖ Really ugly


    crυsh


    "I would never crush on anyone first! Plus, I don't need that right now."


    βf/Gf


    "Nope, not since I was fourteen."


    sεχυαιαιiτγ


    "I am definitely straight."


    [size=20pt]✖ The Puppet Master ✖[/size]

    αcτινιτγ


    [align=right]I'm trying to be a lot more active now. I should get on for at least an hour a day... Unless I have band stuff.


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    OOC: This is awesome, and he really is incredibly good looking lol. We'll start with him arriving at the ranch. It's late fall, so it's starting to get cool and lets just go with that it's a Sunday afternoon when he arrives.
    IC:
    Brooke is going back and forth between the barn and field, turning some of the horses and and bringing some others in to be fed their special regiment. The young adult pushes up the sleeve of her light coat to look at her watch. Her mother had told her that their new ward/ stablehand would be arriving around 3 and it was now 3:10. She couldn't help but to wonder what this one would be like. She shakes her dark blonde head and unclips the lead line from the halter of a client's horse, letting him loose before she closes and locks the gate.


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    Killian sat against the leather seats of a beat-up pickup truck, his dark eyes looking out the window. Nothing- there was nothing here but fences and some shrubs, occasionally there would be a tree. He was being sent to the middle of no where so he could become a better person. If they thought that was going to work, they had another thing coming.
    In his hands was one of his most prized possessions. A small pocket watch he'd found years ago. Carved on the surface were intricate swirls. Inside, instead of a clock face, was a compass. He'd found it very interesting and had held onto it ever since- it was a good luck talisman. The one night he left it home to go to a party he got busted.
    The shuddered and groaned as Killian was forced out of his seat by a big bump in the road. God the driver should be more careful! How much longer would it take to get to this house? With an impatient sigh he laid back into the seat and made several attempts to sleep.
    When he opened his eyes, he was pulling up to large house. The old truck came to a startling halt and shuddered as it died. Killian opened the door and stepped out, his dark vans crunching down on the grassy driveway. Holding his hand over his eyes, he glanced around looking for where he should go. He was supposed to here about 20 minutes ago, according to his watch. He saw the barn and headed that way, his eyes rolling and an unhappy grimace set on his face.
    While making his way over there, he noticed a girl. She didn't look like him at all. She must be the daughter, he thought, running his fingers across his stubble. He walked up to the front entrance of the barn and waited for instructions, with a brooding expression on his face.

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    OOC: Thanks
    IC:
    Brooke hears a vehicle coming down the driveway, though she gives it a few minutes to come to a stop. When she hears two doors slam, she is in a stall, unhooking a line after bringing in a horse. She steps out of the small space and slides the door shut, locking it with care. She knows that the caseworker would be in the house to see her mom, though she didn't expect to see the kid standing in the aisle looking at her. She offers a friendly smile, "Hi, I'm Brooke," She says cheerfully, approaching the teenager openly.


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    Killian looked at the girl. She was fairly attractive, long hair and a delicate face. His eyes wandered across her body in a slow motion taking in every detail. She was probably one of those goody girls, she had the look of it- what a shame. "Killian," he replied curtly with a low tenor voice. He didn't want to be here- but after seeing Brooke, this place might not be so bad- unless she was a devil in disguise or she was completely off-limits, or a tease.
    "Who do I talk to about what I'm supposed to be doing?" He asked looking down at her with his dark eyes. His thumbs rested in his front pockets and he leaned to his left. At this moment he was the epitome of a bad boy. His dark hair was ruffled with the wind and his face was brooding. He wasn't trying, that was just how he was. Back home it did two things. Invited the girls and trouble in and scared away the people that didn't deserve to be around him. He suspected that before he would be out of here, these country people would have him shaved and proper. Wearing boots, jeans and buttoned up shirts. Killian would rather shoot himself in the head.

    Brooke let him finish looking her over, though she contains her eye roll to being known to herself. She puts a hand on her hip, as he introduced himself and asked his question. "It's nice to meet you Killian. I can go ahead and show you your room," She says, motioning for him to follow her.
    She turns on the heel of her barn boots and passes a couple of stalls, all empty of course, before she disappears into the office. She waits a moment before she shows him a stairwell that goes up into the loft. She allows him to go up ahead of her.


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    Killian followed Brooke, occasionally letting his eyes wander down to her booty. The barn smelled of horse and he couldn't tell if he found disgusting or okay... The grass began to crunch underneath his footfalls, his echoing hers. The silence was natural, but it made him uncomfortable as he was not used to this place. Keeping his focus ahead, trying not to let his eyes wander, he followed Brooke into the house. Immediately Killian's pupils dilated to adjust to the different lighting.
    It smelled like new furniture and evergreen pine from the woods outside. The floors were a light colored wood. When Brooke stopped he felt confused initially, but he saw the stairs and understood that he was to go first. He started up the stairs, feeling the sturdiness of the house beneath his feet. At the top of the stairs he entered the small hallway leading to a room with an open door. Glancing back to see if the girl was following him he went towards the door and peeked in. It was nice. It had a full sized bed with a teal-ish color blanket and white sheets. The floor was a darker brown wood with a crochet rug halfway under the bed. There was a metal round bedside table next to the bed and a large bookshelf, half-filled with books and trinkets. There was a large window, French maybe? It had sheer white curtains around it. He walked into the room and began glancing around more.

    OOC: He actually has his own "apartment" in the barn, separate from the house
    IC:
    Brooke follows him up the stairs, "This is where you'll be sleeping. You have a full bathroom right over here," She says and points to the corner of the room, on the other side of the wall from where the stairs open up to, "and I hope that the dresser will be big enough for your things, though I imagine that you don't have a whole lot. If you get hungry, you can come over to the main house, that's where we'll eat anyways. There is a separate heating system designed for only this room. If you get hot, you can just turn off the heat and open the window. The door over here opens if you want to let in some natural light," she says, walking over to the half-door and unlocking the latch to let it drift open.


    She raises a brow and looks at him expectantly, "Your alarm clock is set for six. Just to let you get used to being up early. Normally I am out here by five thirty, though hopefully now with some help I might get to sleep in every once and awhile," She says, motioning to the digital alarm clock, that is purposefully placed across the room from the bed. She looks at him as to see if he has any burning questions.


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    OOC: Sorry, I didn't know how you wanted to set that whole thing up :-[ so what would have been in the loft?
    IC: Killian nodded slowly, looking up and down around the room. He watched Brooke move and when she stopped talking he barely noticed. He blinked and then looked at the taunting alarm clock and then to the bed. He internally groaned but kept a straight face the whole time. 6:00? D*mn these people are crazy. He looks at her, her face expecting questions. The only ones that were going through his mind were mostly inappropriate. He wouldn't ask those, at least not yet. He might if she bugs him too much.

    OOC: The loft is a converted apartment, just a bed, dresser, mirror, and full bathroom
    IC:
    Brooke runs her fingers through the ends of her hair slightly awkwardly, "So would you like to know what you're going to be doing now or tomorrow morning?" She asks him, quietly starting out of the bedroom to go back down to the office to check her schedule for tomorrow. No doubt it would be busy with a couple of clients coming to check on the progress of their horses, Brooke also will be expecting a phone call to plan a clinic to participate in, and now she would have to train this young man who seemed a mess and clearly has not the slightest clue about horses.


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    Following Brooke out of the room, Killian replied "now would be fine." He thought it better to know now and prepare rather than find out in the morning and rush... He'd probably rush anyways. When they reached the office, Killian stopped by the door, not wanting to be in her space. He already felt like a nuisance and a waste of time. He was a lost cause- why could no one see that? Why did they have to try and change who he was? All it did was cause suffering everywhere to everyone. He would suffer through the process and end up where he knew he would. Everyone else would suffer around him the whole time and then those who had hope about him would suffer through the disappointment.


    Why did the judge send him to this ranch? Was it because the men here knew how to whip a boy into shape? Was it because they were trying to get him away from everyone and everything he knew. He didn't know anything about country life- except what he saw in the movies and this didn't seem anything like that. Was the judge just wanting to see him suffer? Laugh at his pain and unease? Nothing made sense, nothing would ever make sense. He couldn't even have proper drink because the police confiscated all of his drinks- and of course all of the drugs he'd had on him as well. Why didn't they just send him to rehab? That seemed like a much easier way to go about all of this... Oh well, the only way he could change anything was to change himself, cause enough trouble to get sent back or run away. None of those were appealing but he'd have to choose one.

    She bites her lip quietly as she runs her finger along the calendar week for a moment, looking over it, "Okay," she says, straightening up and looking at him, "what we do here is rehabilitation of horses. And occasionally people." Brooke starts out with, sliding past him out of the office and down the central aisle past a few more empty stalls.
    She stops at the first occupied stall, peering in before taking a step back, a soft nicker coming from the animal who, a moment later, reveals himself to Brooke and Killian. A roman nose pops over the stall door, followed by an equally elegant head, ears perked up as he looks over at the stranger. "This is Ranger. His owner recently bought him at an auction and didn't know that he had a history of abuse. Once he found out, he called me up to see if there is anything that I can do for him. He's been here for about two weeks," She says, gently offering the gelding her open palm to smell before she gently rubs his velvet soft muzzle.
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    [justify][font=gabriola][size=11pt][color=black]Killian follows her to the occupied stall. Standing a few feet away from the horse and the girl he watches the exchange between the two. The words abuse stood out to him, it haunted it. A small shiver ran up his spine, and he tried to make it as unnoticeable as possible. It was a nice looking horse in his eyes. It was big, potentially dangerous. Brooke seemed so at ease with him, it almost made Killian jealous of her life. Then he thought, there's nothing wrong with my life. He crossed his arms and watched the two in front of him.

    Brooke glances over at Killian, catching the far away look in his dark eyes. She looks back at Ranger and pulls a peppermint out of her pocket, giving it to Killian, "This is a good way to start a good relationship. I've already had him out to work today, but tomorrow you can see what I do with him." She tells him, taking a step back to let Killian give him the mint, "Just offer it to him in your palm, keeping your hand flat," she instructs to him, obviously wanting him to keep all of his fingers.


    She smiles softly as Ranger's eyes shift over to Killian, knowing that he has a treat by the smell. The horse's nostrils flare as he stretches out his long neck, searching for the sweet treat.