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Post by michael cameron bisley on Oct 22, 2009 18:51:27 GMT -4
  
THUNDERING MOMENTS OF TENDERNESS RAGE---------------------------------------------------
Michael latched the chain over the gate quickly and ran through the rain to his truck. The door slammed with a rusty clang and he groaned at himself for the over excessive force he'd used. He always did that when he was in a hurry. And if he didn't get to Hero soon his father would kick his ass. He had been told to put the stallion in his stable that morning because his dad thought it was going to storm. As it had been sunny and Mike hated being ordered around by his dad now that he wasn't a kid anymore, he had decided that the his father was being over protective and had gone to town instead to say hi to some mates he'd not seen since he got back from Nashville.
Now as he jammed the truck in gear and floored the gas, the wheels spinning on the wet mud for a moment before the truck lurched forward with all of about ten horse powers, as he figured the old thing still had. He swore at his own defiance as the wind around him picked up and the rain fell harder and harder as he turned on his almost useless windscreen wipers. Leaning forward in his seat to try and see where he was going. It was lucky he'd been driving this road since he was about eight. Or god knows how he'd have found his way along the winding dirt track.
"Fuck" he let rip when he hit one of the larger rocks that stuck up out of the driveway. Just what he needed right now would be a flat tire. That would just top off the wonderful afternoon he seemed to be having. He sighed and ran an agitated hand through his hair as he finally saw the stables out the window up ahead. Hero was a price winning quarter horse stallion who was worth more than Michael, as his dad reminded him repeatedly, and the horse didn't handle thunder and lightening well. He would get more and more excited and scared until he always ended up injuring himself. Last time he'd torn his flank open, it was lucky that the injury had not been more serious. He had recovered, but since then Tom had insisted he be stabled whenever a storm might be on the cards.
Mike pulled up the truck with a screech of breaks and jumped out, pushing his door shut behind him and placing his hat to his head to cover him from the rain at least a little. Not that it did much good. His boots sank into the already soft ground and he looked out over Hero's paddock. He felt his gut drop and sudden fear grip him. The stallion was not in his paddock and looking around quickly Mike could see no sign of him.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit" He swore as he tore toward the stable yelling for anyone who might be about. His father had gone into the city today and wouldn't be back for two days and none of the other hands ever touched the stallion, they knew better than to mess with the bosses pride and joy. Only Tom and Michael were allowed to handle him. So where the hell the horse was Mike didn't know but he knew that if he didn't find him it was worth more than his life.... literally.
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Post by brady teague aldridge on Oct 24, 2009 3:16:19 GMT -4
Bright and early, that's how Brady's day had started for a while now. He'd been hired on some years ago, when Mr. Bisley's son Michael had left for Nashville. It was a bit of a surprise to Brady that he had even hired him, seeing as he'd gotten into a rather heated fight with his son just days before he moved away from Sofia. Brady couldn't recall exactly what had started the fight now, just that it was big enough to cause the two to send punches flying towards each other. Maybe it was something over a girl, or - or who knows what, he certainly didn't any more. This was something he didn't think about too often, and besides it wasn't like he was ever going to see Michael again, he'd moved away after all, and Nashville was a long ways away from Sofia, and Texas in general.
Like many days it had started off as a bright and sunny one, and as Brady went through his day, every now and then he'd hear his boss talking to someone. It was voice that seemed all too familiar, but it was one he couldn't quite place, one he hadn't heard in such a long time. To him it was like listening to an old cd and knowing the song and having the artist at the tip of your tongue, but you just couldn't quite place it. He'd over heard that it was going to storm later and that Hero should be put in his stable. Yes, it would have been wise to do so now, Brady had had to deal with Hero on several occasions during storms, and it was not a fun deal. Figuring the other man he was talking to would get to this, he continued on with the task at hand.
It had remained sunny for some time, before the clouds rolled in and a downpour began. Brady had put up some of the other horses in their stables, when he heard that voice yelling. The one he couldn't place. The one that supposed to have gotten Hero, but hadn't done his job as Brady noticed when he passed by the empty stable that usually held the horse during a storm. As he made his way closer, Brady could see just who it was that was helping out here...Michael Bisley. "What is it?" he asked already having an idea of what it was. "Where's Hero?" (sorry so bad, i'm writing this at like 2 am lol ooc: hope you don't mind the thing about them getting into a fight before michael left, since i think we said something about them sort of having a heated past...and then i figured that maybe michael doesn't know brady's a hired hand and brady doesn't know that michael's back yet, he's only 'heard' him and mr. bisley talking, but hadn't actually seen him) |
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Post by michael cameron bisley on Oct 24, 2009 10:51:40 GMT -4
TEMPERED AND STRONG, FEARLESSLY DRAWN---------------------------------------------------Mike ran to the shelter of the barn and stopped just inside the wide double doors which were both open now and looking more like a drowned dog than his normal self he groaned as he surveyed his soaking wet clothes. He had only been out of the truck a few minutes for his run to the barn but the rain was so heavy he was wet through. He took off his water covered hat and shook it on the concrete floor before it fell to his side along with his hands. It took his eyes some time to adjust to the darkness, it wasn't that bright outside, but it was even darker in here and he had to blink a few times before he could see much detail around him. He was about to grab two halters and head back out to grab Sunny, his gelding who was in the paddock opposite. He'd be able to search for Hero a hell of a lot faster on horseback and Sunny was always read for it. So he turned quickly, he was headed to the line of hooks above the saddles where the bridles and halters were hung. Suddenly he stopped dead and stared. Someone had just said something to him, he had thought he was alone and as far as he knew he was meant to be... but he had clearly heard words and turning his head he saw just who they'd come from. what the fuck Mike thought to himself as he stared at the man standing off to his side. "Brady?" He asked in a somewhat shocked and annoyed voice. What the hell was this idiot doing in his fathers stables? His dad hadn't really had a chance to talk to him much since he'd gotten home. He did mention something about having hired someone. But he'd never said who and Mike hadn't asked. But surely he hadn't hired Brady, the guy was a dick and Tom knew Mike and him couldn't stand each other. "What the hell are you doing here? And what the heck business of yours. Just stay out of my way or I'll break your nose all over agian..." Mike was not in the mood to be friendly or even civil. He had a stallion to catch who was god knew where and now he had this idjit to deal with also. He stopped staring and moved on to the halters like he'd been planning and picked up two. One for Sunny and one for Hero when he found him. Holy crap he had better find him or he might just contemplate getting in his truck and not look back. He turned, halters in hand and his eyes fell on Brady again. What had it been they had fought about? Mike couldn't really remember, he knew there had been a lot of drink involved and that he'd almost had his teeth knocked out of his head and his lip busted open. And he knew he'd never really liked the guy before that. So he decided to just go right on not likin' him now. Seemed a logical continuation. With that decided he strode to the barn door and looked out into the growing storm. It was getting worse out there, but he had little choice. He had to find Hero. He jammed his hat back on his head, without glancing back over his shoulder he asked quickly, just in case the guy knew something about where the stallion might have gone. "You ain't seen him about have you?" He asked. If not he'd start with the back paddock down the river. He knew there was a mare there that Hero had kept going to see last time he'd been home. Granted that was a couple of years ago now, but it was as gooder place to start as any. He paused now waiting for Brady to answer him before he'd head out into the rain to catch himself a stallion.
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Notes: Tis all good, I like the plan! So I think Brady should insist on riding out with Mike to find Hero  ?! |
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Post by brady teague aldridge on Oct 25, 2009 22:56:20 GMT -4
From the way Michael had said or rather asked his name, Brady could tell that the man hadn't expected to see him there either. He was probably the last person he wanted to see as well, but things hadn't worked out that way. It probably was more odd for Michael to see Brady there than the other way around, Brady was his 'mortal' enemy after all.
"I work here" he let out bluntly, "I was putting the other horses up, and it's my business because if you don't find it your father's going to be more pissed than a hive of bees that's been messed with." he added on as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring across at Michael. "If you'd actually done what he said when he said it, maybe you wouldn't have to be out looking for Hero in the middle of a storm"
The other man had moved and picked up two halters one obviously for Hero and the other for Michael's horse to ride. Brady had turned to grab the hat he'd hung up while working inside as he watched Michael. He wondered if they were both thinking the same thing, about that fight they'd had all those years ago. The one neither one probably remembered what it was about, only that it ended up with both of them having plenty of bruises, blood and Brady's nose broken, there was still a slight crook in it now.
"No" he said shaking his head as he was asked if he had seen Hero. The last time Brady had seen it was before he'd heard Mr. Bisley telling the new person, now knowing it was Michael, to put him up. He stood for a moment before taking in a breath and grabbed his hat pushing it down on his head "I'm going with you." he said his words matter of fact, he wasn't going to give Michael the opportunity to tell him no. |
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