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Post by ramok on May 6, 2009 17:01:50 GMT 2
Just blend. That was the thought that flashed through the teen's mind. Humming nervously to himself, the Australian slowly sifted through racks of clothing. Green eyes darted about, just screaming 'suspicious'. Why was he so nervous? He'd been in this situation when going to cities and stuff. Why was he nervous now? Because, for now, this was home sweet bloody home.
Nothing really caught his interest. Dacre was only here with his younger sister. Speaking of the goth doll, where was she? "Jessica?" he called softly, looking over racks and stands. From somewhere near the back, he heard a soft giggle. Oh? What was she doing back there? "Jess? Where'd ya go?" His accent was thick compared to the locals. It had earned him a stare or two when he had arrived only hours before.
"Jessica Dersh, where on earth are ya? Mum's gonna freak If I lose ya in here!" Dacre grumbled irritably. She was always doing this! Sneaking off and getting him in trouble. Just because he was the older brother, didn't mean he watched her every move. Spotting a bobbing head of blonde, Dacre smirked. With a sweeping movement, he swiped his extremely short sister off of her feet, laughing.
"Gotchya, ya silly drongo! Ya can't hide from me!" he snickered, throwing her over his shoulder. "Put me down, Dacre!" she squealed between laughing, kicking her jean clad legs and flailing her bare arms. "Please! I promise I won't hide from ya agin!" the blonde giggled, ruffling the back of Dacre's hair.
"Righteo. No more disappearin' where I can't see ya! Mum would kill me if somethin' happened to ya," he said, setting the his short sibling on the ground again. Petting the girl's head, Dacre turned around, bumping into someone. "'Scuse me. Din' see ya there, Mate," the teen said, blinking.
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Post by shane on May 6, 2009 20:05:40 GMT 2
Shane walked into Big Blue, not her favorite store in the world, but Addison needed some clothes. She had city clothes, not the best for farm work. When Addison left the farm to do god knows what, Shane went through her clothes (with her permission of course) and made two piles; clothes to keep, clothes to throw away. The clothes to throw away pile was much bigger than the keep pile, out of the little clothes she had in the first place. She also got an idea of what kind of clothes Addison wore. Not Shanes cup of tea, but she couldn't tell her long-lost cousin what to wear.
She had never been in this store before. Always bypassing it to go to the tack store, or on those rare nights that all the farm work was done, the bar. So, she didn't really know her way around. She just started from the front, and worked her way to the back. She was looking down, looking through her phone to her ntoes to see what Addison's sizes were (she had given Shane her measurements before she left).
"She's lucky we're related. Even though ive only known all of a few hours-"
BAM!
She walked right into someone. It wasn't very hard, but since she totally did not see that coming, it scared the crap out of her. She dropped her phone as the person who she bumped into said someone with a thick accent. She picked up her phone and saw him for the first time. He was good looking...for a guy. She ddn't like guys that way, but she could still think guys are attractive.
"Sorry, didn't see you there."
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Post by ramok on May 8, 2009 14:12:33 GMT 2
Dacre blinked. Didn't he just say that? Well, with Aussie slang of course, but the same meaning. Perhaps she hadn't understood his words because of his accent. Was it really that thick? "Sorry, din' mean ta make ya drop your mobile," the teen said, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. Those testosterone hormones must have been doing their thing, because it didn't feel like he had bumped her that hard. Alright, what now? The stood awkwardly, trying to think of something to say.
"Uh, I'm Dacre. An' this is me lil' sister, Jess. Just moved 'ere from Australia." His little blonde sister smiled shyly, her hand waving at the woman. Well it was better than standing around, looking like a downright fool. Hopefully she wouldn't ask about his softer than normal voice or the fact that his hips were just a little too wide to be normal. How embarrassing to explain that to a stranger. A blush sprinkled his cheeks at the thought. Great, another town to be chased from because of his choice in lifestyle.
"It didn't break, did it?" he asked, gesturing to the phone in her hands. Lords, that wouldn't be good. Making a local break their phone after being here for less than two hours. What a great introduction that would be. 'Dacre Dresh, the local Australian phone wrecker'. Just what he needed.
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Post by shane on May 8, 2009 21:31:57 GMT 2
Mobile? Did he just say mobile? No one around here said mobile, they said cell phone. She's only been to Australia once, and she guessed the people there said mobile.
"It's ok. My name Shane. I own U Star Stables here in Westin. Born and raised."
She looked at her phone and noticed that it had turned off. The off button might have hit the floor when she dropped it. She pressed it again, and it turned on. Whew.
"No, it isn't broken. You have no idea how many times I have dropped this phone and it not break." she chuckled.
She even dropped it on a trail ride with Ginger. It was in her jeans and they were jumping over logs ad her phone fell out of her pocket onto the the ground. Thankfully Ginger didn't step on it. If she had, then. I she had, her phone would definately be a goner.
"What brings you and your sister to Athe US?"
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