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Post by Pixel on Mar 10, 2009 20:55:24 GMT -5
The young, dark haired woman pulled into the tack shop parking lot with little difficulty, sucking in a breath as she promptly killed the old Chevy. "Sorry girl" she whispered apologetically, patting the dash board. The old pickup was a recent purchase, and Shalane was not an experienced stick shift driver. Still, she was getting better. She hadn't killed it getting out of the driveway that morning, anyway. The Lafayer boy had laughed at her yesterday when she killed the thing in the middle of the driveway. Of course she had burned with shame, although hadn't shown it. She was good at that.
She grabbed her black purse with the skull on it and slipped out of the pickup, lightly jumping down from the rather high pickup and slamming the door closed.
Shalane was hardly the sort of person one would expect to see in a tack store, what with her dyed black hair, ripped jeans, numerous piercings, and at least one visible tattoo. Still, she looked right there, somehow, too. Probably just because she looked comfortable in the setting, at ease. The tack shop, for Shalane, was a little like the mall for some girls, as crazy as that sounded. Well, it probably didn't sound that crazy to those horse crazy girls like Shalane. What horse person didn't love tack shops?
She slipped easily into the rhythm, browsing through medicines as carefully as she browsed through tack and equipment. It really was like the mall for her, except she didn't love any one thing more than the other. Anything having to do with horses automatically put the girl in Heaven, although, of course, actually being with horses was better than being around horse stuff, like equipment. But still, it was almost as good, and Shalane figured it was likely that she was one of few people who could say that.
((OOC: Sorry. Not great.))
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Post by Tammy Bain on Mar 14, 2009 17:32:09 GMT -5
Hands in the pockets of her slim fitting jeans, the tanned girl pushed open the glass door to the tack shop, registering the tinkle of bells over her head as she did so. She nodded expressionlessly to the cashier behind the register, and headed into the aisles of the tack store. Little islands of goodies and hours of entertainment.
She headed down the first aisle, sneakers squeaking occasionally. Brushes and stuff. Smiling, she ran her hands over the bristles. Shiny, smooth, absolutely free of dust. Racks upon racks of halters and saddle pads in a rainbow of colours. Tammy was vaguely aware of a couple other customers in the shop but didn't pay them much heed as she paused to stare at the tiniest pair of breeches she'd ever seen. They look like they might fit a one year old. She checked the price tag. Who the fuck would buy 80 dollar breeches for a one year old?
Finally she got down to business, heading over to where she saw several racks holding pristine new saddles and bridles, the oiled leather gleaming perfectly. She flirted with the idea of them for a while, but would never allow herself to buy one. At least not now, not while money was this tight. Another girl was checking out things on the shelves further down to Tammy's right, medicines and thrush cures and shampoos and whatnot. Tam checked out some of the bits on the rack. They needed a nice new gentle one for Mia. The flavoured plastic ones were tempting. Alamea could be quite the little fatty, and she'd just love an apple flavoured bit. But Tammy knew from experience (well, Drew had taught her, on the ranch) that they got chewed up pretty quickly, and gnawed on, twisted plastic could hurt a horse's gums. Besides, they were a good deal more expensive.
Mia hadn't been backed yet, and her parents didn't have any tendency whatsoever to be strong on the reins. Plus, she and Drew (well, Drew moreso) were experienced riders and weren't going to ruin her by yanking on her mouth, so a nice big gentle one would do the trick. She started to dig through the snaffles. The more links in it, the gentler it would be, so she picked out a nice D-ring with two links. The bars of the bit, where it would rest against her gums, were thick and smooth. A nice thick bit would be gentler on her mouth. Tammy checked the price tag quickly and, judging the bit to be about the right size for the mare's mouth, picked it up and turned towards the cash register.
As she did so, she managed to bump right into the other dark-haired girl browsing the shelves. Dark, honey brown eyes paused on the girl's face. "Oh. Sorry." She said simply.
{ooc: I know this is lame and doesn't leave much open for you to do, but I was in a rush. =(}
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Post by Pixel on Mar 16, 2009 20:59:54 GMT -5
Shalane continued to wander the aisles, not quite sure what she was doing. Killing time, because she really had nothing better to do. Oh well. It was what she enjoyed doing most of all. It was okay. She didn't really mind that she had nothing better to do. Her's was probably a rather pathetic existence.
She glanced up, her eyes wandering to the dark haired girl who was now browsing through bits. She continued to make her way down the aisle. Rather depressingly, really, she hadn't made any friends in the time that she'd been here in Kadin. She smiled a little at the name. Kadin, Kentucky. For some reason, she loved it. It just had such a ring to it. And who named a town "Kadin?" It was perfect. Just perfect.
Her mind was pretty well occupied, the girl at the end of tha isle browsing through the snaffle bits having dropped from her mind as she looked at the head stalls. They were beautiful. She wanted one so badly. Not that she needed it. She didn't even have her own horse. Just this exercising gig. Not that she was complaining. Working at Lafayer was better than anything she had ever dared to hope for. Besides, she didn't have the money for one anyway.
Her mind was quite occupied, then, and she wasn't paying much attention, when the girl spun right into her. She took a quick step backward, righting herself before she could fall over, glancing up as the girl apologized. "Oh. Sorry." Wow. Friendly one. Oh well, maybe she was just shy.
"No, no worries at all. I wasn't watching where I was going either" Shalane said with a bright smile. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Shalane" she said with a slight nod and another smile. It was the genuine sort, not the forced type where you can tell the person is smiling at you just to be polite. Shalane looked genuinely pleased to have bumped into (litteraly) the girl who stood before her. And she was. Maybe this was her opportunity to make her first friend at Kadin. Wouldn't that just be famous?
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Post by Tammy Bain on Mar 28, 2009 11:16:22 GMT -5
"I'm Shalane." Oh. She was kinda perky. Tammy hadn't really expected any conversation to come from this but, hey, she wasn't in a hurry, was she? Grasping the other girl's hand and shaking it, Tammy met her eyes. "Tammy." She offered, nodding. Ending the handshake, she transferred the metal bit back to her right hand, looking the other girl over. Shalane. She'd never heard that name before. She looked pretty close to Tammy's age, although she was a great deal smaller, and positively tiny. She had dark hair, slightly wavy, and dark eyes, which reminded Tammy of herself, but she seemed very, very different.
The girl seemed pretty outgoing and eager, but Tammy couldn't tell if it was out of genuine kindness or just cabin fever. She herself had leapt at the chance to drive down to the store to buy the bit. There was nothing to do but ride, walk the dog, or sit around the apartment. It was neat to have a place of her own with her brother as a roomie, and she loved hanging out with the horses and Pixie, but things got old when they were all you did, all day. Trying to be genial, Tammy glanced at the rack that Shalane had been looking at before the two had bumped into eachother. Halters. "Oh, do you have a horse?" She asked conversationally. Her voice held a faint hint of reservation to it, but was by no means unfriendly. She clearly just wasn't going to get chummy with anybody in a matter of seconds.
Rolling the bit over her fingers, she reached out, picking up a bright leather halter. It was a rich brown, perfectly crafted. The leather was supple as could be, and on each cheek strap there was a blank metal plate. She'd seen a machine up at the cash register for engraving names on plates like this. "This is really nice." She flipped an attached tag over, letting out a breath at the unrealistic price. "Too bad, it's probably over almost everybody's budget in this town."
{ooc: ehhh, shitty. =( }
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Post by Pixel on Mar 30, 2009 11:39:21 GMT -5
Shalane took the girl's hand, admiring the fact that she had a firm handshake. Shalane had always liked that. Spineless people tended to have really weak handshakes, and she really didn't get along with spineless people. At all. Shalane was one of those super outgoing, say whatever's on your mind sort of people. She did what she wanted, when she wanted, and she really didn't like people who were willing to just sort of go with the flow, even when they thought it was wrong.
"Oh, do you have a horse?" She laughed rather humorlessly. "Yeah, I wish," she responded. "I just ride for the Lafayer's." She made a slight face. "I shouldn't talk. Mr. Lafayer's a great guy, but his kid is just...Well, we clash" She said, abruptly stopping her little rant. Word tended to get out in a little town. She knew she had to be careful not to say too much or it would get back to people it wasn't supposed to and probably get her in trouble. And for all she tended to act like she loved conflict, Shalane really didn't like confrontation.
"This is really nice." Shalane glanced over at the halter, reaching out to touch the soft brown leather. "Too bad, it's probably over almost everybody's budget in this town." Shalane laughed. "Yeah, no kidding. I mean, people like the Lafayers would probably be able to afford it, but I can't think of anyone else." She shook her head. Mr. Moneybags, she thought to herself. The Lafayers were quite rich, but she'd heard the story from the barn hands (It was surprising how much the staff tended to know about the gossip) and Mr. Lafayer had worked pretty hard to get where he was at, so she didn't begrudge him his success one bit. Still, one couldn't help being a little bit jealous of people who were better off than oneself. She glanced at Tammy. "So do you have horses?" She asked curiously.
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