The New Girl (Open)

[christy]

Christy Dryden

Christy's stomach grumbled as she drove her Ford f-150 along the street of the small town. She shoved her golden bangs back from her emerald eyes with slender fingers. If only her stubborn hair would just stay where she put it! No matter how much hair spray she used each morning, her chin-length bangs always seemed to find their way to her eyes.

The traffic was light, thankfully. Christy hated driving when a lot of people were out shopping and whatever else. 'That is the nice thing about living in a small town,' she smiled to herself, 'It isn't very busy'. A blue sign caught her eye. It stood in front of a quaint little diner and Christy swerved into the parking lot. She might as well splurge a little bit. After all, house hunting was not an easy task.

The white door slammed behind her as she made her way to the front door then found a seat. The place was sort of old-fashioned and somewhat retro. 'Just the way I like it,' Christ thought, picking up the menu. She watched as the waitress walked up to the table. She ordered a pulled pork sandwich, fries, and sprite to drink, then sat back, amazed at how much her life had changed with her eighteenth birthday.

After much arguing, Christy had persuaded her parents that she wanted to train horses and riders and, since it did not require a degree, she did not have to go to college. Instead, she used the money that her parents had been saving up for years and used it to make an offer on a house. It was time she moved out and lived on her own. Her dad hired her as a secretary in his dentist office, but that was only temporary. Soon enough, Christy would have her own business.

The girl was jerked back to reality when the waitress set a tall glass of sprite down in front of her nose, "Your food should be out in just a few minutes." Christy nodded in reply and took a sip of her soda. It felt good to be independent.

Sliding her hand into the pocket of her dark jeans, she pulled out her cell phone and checked the time. 3:24, she still had plenty of time to kill before her horse was ready to pick up. It was hard to contain her excitement. How could she wait till 4:00 to pick up the light gray gelding that awaited her? Finally, she would be riding again! Christy slid the phone back in her pocket. All she could do was sit there and await the time when she would be able to take her beautiful gelding to his new home.

Hair: Side parted
Clothes: White T-shirt and dark blue flare-legged jeans with black paddock boots slightly coated with mud.
Word Count: 462

[trevor]

OOC: I'd reply to this, but not sure how... seeing as she's in her car and all it makes interacting a wee bit difficult.

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[christy]

OOC: I deleted that last part. I only wrote it because I had nothing else to do and was getting ready to close the thread. If you want to post now, you can.

[trevor]

C'mon man, English, please. You know as well as anybody that you're the only person in all of West Virginia who speaks fluent Spanish. The young man said into the phone as he walked into the diner. Really? Which part? The part between "let him out at the quarter pole" and "make sure the chain is secure or he'll get out." You know, the "después dos estadios" mumbo jumbo. Everyone knew who he was, and from the nature of the conversation, everyone knew who he was talking to. Trevor Dawson was one of few men crazy enough to not only be a jockey but to also ride for Anthony Lovasz, the head trainer of Pinewood's racehorses. That was exactly who was on the other end of the phone conversation, Anthony was one of the only people who spoke Spanish around here, and he was definitely the only one who was so fluent in English and Spanish that he couldn't even decipher between the two anymore and would randomly switch between them.

Yeah yeah okay I got it... I'll take care of it, I always do. He hung up the phone and slid it back into his pocket, shaking his head slightly, clearly amused. A lot of people would be annoyed by dealing with Anthony day in and day out, but not Trevor. He was from a family of extremely tall and very athletic and very competitive athletes, so being short and honestly not all that athletic, he had gotten very good at just rolling with anything and everything. He was a very talented rider and was great at restraining the horses when they needed it, or just letting them go. He was young, yes, but Anthony had started out when he was only 13, so he was certain Trevor could really become something, and he wanted to have him there when he did.

He stepped in, and in an instant forgot what he had even been there for in the first place when the girl caught his eye. He hadn't seen her around before, meaning she had to be new, and Trevor being Trevor couldn't pass up the opportunity to meet someone new. He was so outgoing, that if he saw someone around who he didn't know and they managed to escape without him meeting them, it would bother him to no end until he managed to meet them. He was brilliant with names too. He could be introduced to someone once, not see them for ages, then see them again, and remember exactly who they were and how they met. School wise though, he definitely fell short, which was why it was a good thing that he'd found horse racing to occupy his time.

Afternoon, he said with a grin as he stepped up to the girl I haven't seen you around here, so I'm assuming you must be relatively new to the area. I'm Trevor. He offered his hand to the girl, clearly not bothered at all by the prospect of talking to someone he didn't know. He had been known to have long lasting conversations with someone he didn't even know the name of. He was definitely the kind of person who was going to do well in this world because of his unprecedented people skills. For now though, they were lucky to have him riding for Pinewood.

[christy]

While waiting for her food, Christy glanced up to see a short guy outside talking on a cell phone. He hung up soon enough and Christy watched as he came in. When his gaze froze on her, she wondered what he was thinking. In a town like this he must know she was new here. Not understanding why she wanted to hide so much, Christy turned her attention away from him and slid her phone back into her pocket.

She was quite surprised when he made his way over to her and introduced himself. A complete stranger talking to her? Back where she came from no one would even dream of such a thing. Oh, well, anything could happen in a small town right?

"Hi. I'm pleased to meet you, Trevor. My name is Christy, and as a matter of fact you are right. I am new here," She smiled a little shyly. Compared to most girls her age who knew about having a social life and everything else a girl needed to know, Christy was innocent and naive. She was no flirt from California, that was for certain! Still, behind that demure personality was hidden a fiery spirit that could be quite startling to people.

Christy was more of a loner. She enjoyed meeting new people and making friends, but she still preferred the quiet solitude of riding to socializing. Horses were far less complicated than humans and a whole lot easier to be around. Trying to create small talk, Christy dug through her brain for a question to ask. This was where meeting people was a challenge for her. Creating a bad first impression was one of Christy's worse fears. She hoped Trevor liked to talk, because around her conversations barely ever survived.

OOC: Sorry it took so long for me to reply.

[trevor]

Trevor honestly didn't really have much of a social life either, he did, however, have a fantastic lack of any form of shyness. He had a great deal of people who called him their friend, though most of them he hadn't ever really done anything with before. He was just so easy to get along with. No one really knew where he stood on any sort of politics or the like, so it made him just that much easier to like. He didn't have a problem with anybody, and it seemed like no one had a problem with him. He was the sort of guy who could find a bright side to everything, and he was great at finding solutions for just about any problem anyone might encounter.

Pinewood was the sort of town where everybody knew everybody, and if someone didn't know you, odds were they would soon enough. Trevor never liked the whole being the one awkward person who nobody knew, so he always went out of his way to make sure he knew absolutely everybody he possibly could. He was on a first name basis with probably at least 90% of the town, and there wasn't a single person who could come up with a single complaint about him. In a world where there weren't very many chivalrous people left, it was nice to know that there was at least one still hanging around.

Ah, I thought as much. he said with a smile, and judging from the nature of Pinewood, I take it you ride? If there was a single person in Pinewood that didn't ride... well, it would just be odd. This town was essentially built for the lifestyle of people who were into horses. The barn was built first, then the town popped up around it. That was just the way things had been. Why someone would want to move here when they weren't into horses was beyond him. There really weren't any opportunities in Pinewood that weren't related to the animals, so it seemed just natural that the only people who lived there would be people who rode. Trevor's family had always lived in Pinewood, with his mom being into rodeo in her younger years before she had four kids, and his two brothers and sister were sent off to private schools with elite sports teams, while Trevor stayed here for the horse racing. It just worked out perfectly that way.

His sport was by far the most dangerous of the three of them, with his older brother in basketball, his younger brother in football, and his sister in volleyball, he was definitely the most likely to get killed before the age of 20. His parents had objected at first when he told them he wanted to be a jockey, but he was determined and there was no way they could change his mind, so they eventually gave in and let him do his thing. They were fairly sure he would grow out of it, but he just got into it more and more until he was hired as pinewood's official jockey... and from there it was all smooth sailing, and they knew they'd never get him to quit and do something more... tame.