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Post by Helena Ackart on Dec 11, 2010 1:04:31 GMT -5
 ( s o m e w h e r e a l o n g t h e b i t t e r n e s s )between the lines of fear and blame
Helena let out the smallest of sighs as she stared up at the ceiling of her room, willing herself to fall back asleep. She squeezed her eyes tight, hoping that the headache that was building just above her left eyebrow would leave, that the sun would stop slowly creeping its way up, the rays to stop their steady rise further up her bed and closer to her face. She had woken thanks to the not so quiet noises of her roommate getting up and getting ready to go do god only knows what with god only knows who at god only knows what hour. Except she did know what hour. Seven o'clock. Much too damn early for Helena to be awake, especially not if she wanted to function and make it one day without snapping at somebody. That last part was hard enough as it was without her being overly tired. The weekends were created for people to be able to relax and sleep in...not wake up the same time they do the other five days of the week. Stupid roommate.
Another sigh escaped her lips and she opened her eyes, watching as the suns rays continued their steady path up her blankets. Throwing them off, Helena shivered slightly as her bare feet touched the ground and she made her way over to her closet quickly, grabbing clothes and throwing them onto her bed. As soon as she had everything she jumped from where she was standing in front of her closet to her bed and slipped under her covers, back to wear it was warm, taking her clothes with her. Helena wasn't shy in the slightest, but she was cold, which was the only way she could explain as to why she was getting dressed underneath her blankets. It turned out to be a harder task than she had originally anticipated so as soon as she had pulled socks on and her red striped tank-top, Helena was back out from under the covers, buckling her pants. She pulled on a green striped sweater before sitting down on her bed and pulling on boots, making sure that her pant legs covered them quite nicely.
She took a small amount of time brushing her blonde hair and pulling the wavy locks into a ponytail before making her way out of her room and onto the school grounds. Helena could go for a coffee at the current moment, but the blonde had a different destination in mind, and she put her hands into the pockets of her sweater. Looking down, Helena stopped in mid-stride and looked at her red top and green sweater. "I'm a fucking Christmas decoration," she muttered to herself, wondering about going back to change. However, she was more than half way to the stables and there was no point simply because she was wearing red and green. Judging by the way most of the others dressed in this place, no one would find it all that odd anyway.
Helena stepped into the stables and looked at the horses, a small smile coming to her face when a woman came up to her, an annoyed expression on her face. Helena tried not to flinch back at the annoyance that was coming from the woman and she did what she could to make sure that it didn't affect her. Easier said than done. "Good morning, I'd like to take one of the horses out." The woman sighed and grabbed a sheet from the wall, looking it over. "Do you own your horse?" I wish, Helena though, shaking her head, "no ma'am." The woman gave her the stink eye and Helena actually took a half step back, not liking the animosity that seemed to be coming from this woman.
That was the main downside to being an empath. Even if she didn't want to, Helena knew exactly what the people around her were feeling, and sadly, if their feelings were strong enough then she tended to get the same feeling. So right now, Helena was hating the world and it was all because the stable lady had her head up her ass. "You can take Duke." Duke? she thought to herself, looking at the bay colored horse. It was an odd name for a horse, but she signed the sheet being held out to her and grabbed reigns and a saddle off the wall, brushing him down before placing both of them on him. She knew that she didn't look like a rider, especially when one was looking at her clothes, but Helena had been riding horses off and on throughout her childhood, and had been doing more so since coming to this school.
She led Duke outside, patting his nose and whispering into his ear as she did so. He was even tempered, which was nice, and she was instantly calmed by his presence. Duke stopped suddenly and Helena looked up, slightly confused, until she saw the person that was standing in front of the horse, "oh sorry, I didn't see you there."
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NOTES:: Um....I can't promise the next one will be just as long ^^;;
*- - - you begin to wonder why you came
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