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Post by mint2 on Mar 18, 2013 11:45:32 GMT -6
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"Come ON, Maybelle!" Miles proceeded to continue to have an argument with a rather lazy and bored looking cow. As she chewed, she it appeared as though she glared at the young ranch who was attempting to milk her, it obviously wasn't going well. "Really? You're going to do this?" he stood back up and stared at the milker in his hand for a few moments, he felt that it was pathetic that after so long he still didn't exactly remember how to milk his own cows. The entire process was more of a guess and hope you did it right. Still, Maybelle had been stubborn all day and Miles wasn't just going to leave her out here like this. Taking a breath, he crouched down again and began talking to the cow once more. "Come on girl, let's just get this done, okay? Then I'll leave you along for the rest of the day."
Miles fumbled with the device a few times, before finally seeming to make something stick. "Aha!" he exclaimed, clearly proud of himself for finally getting some milk into the small bottle that had simply been empty for the past twenty minutes He sighed with relief, but Maybelle seemed to have some other ideas. When the bottle was a little less that half full, she broke away from Miles and the milker, cause him to stumble over and spill the small amount of fresh milk on his shirt. Sending a little glare towards the cow, Miles scolded her but couldn't help chuckle a little, "Fine. Message received. I'll leave you alone for now." The man stood back up and brushed some of the milk droplets off his shirt, but he would have to head back into the house and change. Miles sighed, but walked over the fencing around the pasture and attempted to hop over it...only to get his pant leg caught on a stray nail.
He sat there in limbo for a few moments, a confused expression on his face, before he made an attempt to tug the pant leg away. With a loud ripping sound, it did work, but it left the man with one long pant leg and a short one. Miles sighed a little as he reached over to grab the spare fabric, "Guess I'll have to change pants too then." It could have been worse though, it could have been a lot worse.
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Post by juniper on Mar 18, 2013 19:16:46 GMT -6
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She hated this tiny little town off the face of the earth. No one knew where she was. The itty bitty Sepalum Peninsula. She was almost embarrassed to admit that she had ever come from such humble roots. Imagine. People finding out that she of all people had been born in a small farming town full of people stupider than the soil that they worked. Whatever, she thought. This was only temporary after all. Temporary. She wasn't going to bother with these people the minute that her parents got well enough to handle their farm on their own. She refused to work the fields for them after all. Animals were a different story entirely.
Juniper swept up her long pink hair into a high ponytail, throwing on her jacket quietly before moving to take care of the animals that resided in her family's barn. Hoisting up the small glass bottles of milk in a carrier, she promptly put everything out for delivery and headed on out as per usual. She shuddered, shaking her head quietly at the thought of having to return to milking cows. Shearing sheep. It was disgusting and she hated having to do such things. That was why she had left in the first place after all. She clicked her tongue, glancing around the area as she shoved her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie quietly. She supposed it would have been pointless to go back to sleep. She was wide awake after all.
But who else was even awake at this time of day? The only people that would be awake were other stupid farmers and she only knew like one of them- oh. Well. She supposed that one person would work, he thought. Juniper sauntered over to a familiar looking ranch - it was hard trying to remember where everything was after being away for so long - before catching sight of a raven haired man. Someone that she remembered almost all too well. Though she supposed she must have faded from his memory since then.
She snickered at the sight of the other tearing his pant leg on the nail. Juniper leaned forward on the fence, laughing slightly at the other. "Good job, dumbass." She teased, crossing her arms quietly. Who even did something like that? What an idiot. Seriously. It was kind of cute though. You know. If you looked at it in the right light. Though, she was pretty sure that he wouldn't appreciate her seeing that at all. "Need help fixing those? I'm willing to give a little of my time to sew. Consider it my form of charity." After all. As far as she was aware, farming wasn't exactly where you wanted to be to make money. And you needed money to buy a decent pair of jeans in this god forsaken town. Or goddess forsaken. Whatever.
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Post by mint2 on Mar 18, 2013 20:45:54 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
He was just about to head back into his house to change for the rest of the day when a sudden figure appeared at the fence, laughing at him. Miles couldn't help but gulp slightly as she leaned on the the structure. A slight flush overcame his cheeks as she spoke and he couldn't but stammer out a soft, "T-thank...you?" Probably the completely wrong thing to say, but he was a little embarrassed about his current state of dress to really process anything. He blinked a few times in surprise at her next offer though, she was offering to help him out? After they'd just met? Well, you certainly didn't run into a person like that everyday.
Miles flashed her a smile and his body language visibly relaxed, "That would be amazing actually! I'm...I have no experience with a needle and thread." Truth was he was so scared he stab himself with the needle and get blood everywhere that he'd never been able to learn how to even sew a button. With his mother and sister in the city now two, Miles attempted to glue buttons back off his shirts that had fallen off over time. It rarely worked.
"Are you sure there's nothing I could do to help you out though..." he trailed off, the name of the woman standing in front of him. Something about her seemed so familiar, like he did know her, but no name was coming to his mind. "I'm...I'm sorry." Miles rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and gave a nervous laugh, "But have we met before?"
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Post by juniper on Mar 18, 2013 23:37:07 GMT -6
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How cute, she thought. He must not have remembered just who she was. Normal. After all, they weren't children anymore. And she had made it obvious enough that she was sick and tired of living in such a small place with people that had dreams about running their own ranch? Give her a break. She'd much rather spend her days in ritzy hotels and being waited on hand and foot. It was the dream. At least until her folks called her back into town to help out while they struggled to get better. Hate it as she might, she couldn't find it in herself to say no to them.
She snickered, a soft smirk playing on her cherry pink lips. He really didn't recognize her. How funny. Juniper supposed she could have forgiven him. She had changed quite a bit in the years that had passed after all. "Mm. No problem, I guess." She moved to jump over the gate, dusting off her hands slightly before she moved to approach the young farmer. She rummaged through her pockets, looking for her travel sized sewing kit. People always told her it was a little ridiculous that she always had it on her person but hey. They wouldn't have been saying that when she managed to save their outfit. Much like in this case.
The pink haired woman held out her hand expectantly, waiting for the man to hand her the fabric. He had grown up rather well, she thought. Had a cute face. Nice body. ... she probably shouldn't have been thinking that. It was kind of embarrassing to even go about saying in the first place anyway. Not that she'd say it. Things like that, she preferred to keep to herself. "Mm. I wouldn't mind it if I got your first shipment of strawberries." She liked strawberries. Didn't matter if it came from an idiot like Miles was. Unless she had the wrong person. Either way, she was sure they'd know her regardless by the simple mention of her name. Most people knew her just based off of that. A soft laugh escaped her lips when the other asked if they had met before she promptly curtsied and peeked at the man through her long eyelashes.
"We've met before. Juniper Woods. I went by Juni then." She still did now. Her name was more ironic than she wanted to be known after all. Juniper was a kind of tree and then woods... yeah. Her parents had thought it was funny when they were naming her. She wasn't laughing.
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Post by mint2 on Mar 19, 2013 0:02:04 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
Her little snicker worried him a little, had he'd said wrong? Already? Well, it had been a bang-up day for him already. Miles coughed slightly, but turned his attention back towards her as she jumped over the gate and made her way to him. Glancing down at the fabric in his hands for a moment, he handed the ripped portion of his pants over to the pink haired women with a small smile and a, "Thanks." The rancher couldn't help but laugh a little at her request, "I think that can be arranged." Hopefully...once he finally got his act together.
It was difficult, suddenly running the place by himself. His father had done most of it when he was little and by the time Miles had come along, Jackson and Esther had learned the important stuff. He knew the basics about raising animals and crops, that they needed water and food to live. Beyond that, he was hopeless. In any spare moment, he was reading through his father's notebooks in the study and getting his hands on any guides. They had helped somewhat, but it would be so much easier to actually learn from another human being, Miles never absorbed much from reading.
His thoughts had drifted for a moment but he was brought back down to earth when the woman laughed again and actually...curtsied? Huh, well to each there own. Miles wasn't going to judge someone based on that, there was nothing to judge anyway. He was prepared to extend his hand in greeting and introduce himself in turn, but when he heard her name the wheels in his head started turning. Rapidly. Juni? Juniper Woods? The bully from school? His eyes widened in surprise and Miles physically reeled back a bit, bumping right into the wooden fence. He knew she had left a long time again, to the city. Miles had heard the rumors about her, it was hard not in such a small place, and most of them were rather unkind. Even though she had been rather unkind to him during their school years, Miles didn't believe in the idle gossip. There might have been some ring of truth to it, and yes a part of him was curious to see if it was, but it wasn't the first thing on his mind.
The man let out a rather pathetic and nervous sounding string of the laughter, obviously trying to cover up the fact that he was freaking out on the inside. "J-JUNI!" his voice suddenly went up an octave. Miles stopped talking and forced himself to take a few deep breaths, there was no need to be nervous about this. She might have changed in over ten years. People change, right? He wasn't the greatest example, but people did change. The rancher nodded to himself for a moment before clearing his throat and speaking again, "Juni...I-I heard you came back, but hadn't seen you around. How...how are you doing?"
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Post by juniper on Mar 19, 2013 0:29:22 GMT -6
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She grasped the fabric, examining it a bit closely before crouching down to examine the tear. It seemed like a clean enough repair. Nothing that would be all too bad to fix with a simple needle and thread. She had no desire after all to have to get out her seeing machine and try to fix it. She looked for the sewing kit in her pockets, finally drawing the small case out. She opened it, inspecting for the sewing needles before taking one out and getting a spool of thread out.
Juniper threaded the needle quietly, tying a knot before moving to set to work on repairing his pants. At least it had been a nice enough tear so that there wouldn't be any frayed threads. "Mm, I'll look forward to it." She replied simply, continuing to sew the seams closer to hold the two pieces of fabric together. But it wasn't long before the other had seemed to put the pieces together and tugged away from her. She promptly moved to smack the farmer in the leg, narrowing her eyes in irritation. "Don't move unless you want me to stab you." She snapped, inching a bit closer as she examined the fabric closer.
"Tch. You made me mess up." She moved to undo one of the threaded loops before beginning to fix it again. Part of her wondered if the other had caught wind of any of the rumors telling as to why she had even arrived in the town to begin with. She didn't mind them really. It gave her a little bit more mystery than there was originally. She hadn't been the nicest of children after all, she thought. She wasn't stupid. She knew more than enough that the other disliked her for it. Seemed like he was still terrified of her too. Good.
She continued, stopping quietly before smacking the other in the back of his calf. "Turn around. I have to get the other side of your pants to make them stay." She prompted then, inspecting her sewing job to see if it was sufficient or not. She clicked her tongue, neither pleased nor disappointed. She almost wished she did have her sewing machine. Could have done a much nicer job on the front of the leg. "Fine," She answered simply, shrugging her shoulders as she continued to inspect her handiwork a bit closer. "What about you? You still scared of everything, I see?" She mocked, shaking her head slightly. How embarrassing. The man was what? In his twenties now and still pathetic as when she had left?
"Loser. What is this now? Your farm?" Gross. Ever the polite one, this Juniper.
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Post by mint2 on Mar 19, 2013 0:46:43 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
As she knelt down near the ripped pant leg, Miles narrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "What...what are you doing?" Was she really going to fix his pant leg now? Was she going to make him take of his pants or something?! Goddess, if she was the same person Miles wouldn't doubt it. No, he still didn't have a backbone to fight with someone, especially someone like Juniper Woods. That was fighting with a force of nature. His eyes widened as he watched her thread the needle, "W-wait! We can at least go in the house!" but sewed too much to stop and move. The slap on his also said said otherwise, plus he didn't really relish the thought of bleeding out.
As he stood there, awkwardly waiting for the woman to finish sewing his pants, right there in the middle of the road, he wrung his hands nervously. This was not the ideal situation he'd imagined himself in today, or ever really. He'd have been lying if he didn't say he was relieved when he'd heard that Juni had decided to leave town. It was one less tormentor to deal with. She'd never done anything horrible to Miles per se, he just hated feeling inadequate and weak. She had a way of bringing that out in him. The man shook his head as if to banish the thoughts from his mind as she slapped his leg again commanding him to turn.
Miles did so, facing away from the woman now which made him more nervous. He listened as he answered her question and asked her own. The rancher let gulped slightly, was he that easy to read? Still, it was best to ignore it if you couldn't laugh it off. That's what he learned. "That's good to hear." he brushed at the almost dry milk stain on his shirt before answering back, "I've been okay, the town is still the same. Quiet and rather sleepy." He liked that, there were no surprises or adventures awaiting the corner. He knew what was going to happen, and he was find with that.
Miles grew a little downcast at her next question and took a few moments before answering with the explanation. "Yeah, dad died a few years back. Heart attack in the barn. Mom couldn't handle the place really...the memories, so she and my siblings packed up to move to the city." Eager to move off the subject of his father he turned his head slightly to ask, "How are your parents doing? I've gone to help them out a few times but haven't had the chance to go over lately."
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Post by juniper on Mar 19, 2013 10:51:11 GMT -6
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She remembered how they had used to be, she thought. He'd always be so afraid of everything. Really, it was hard not to get a kick out of picking on him or anything. He'd always end up crying and apparently, not much had changed in the time that they had been apart. He was still a whiny little brat that was scared of his own shadow. But she supposed she had to give him some credit. Usually he ended up curled up in a ball in a corner just about this time of day and cried or something. He didn't have his little friends to try and protect him now. Not like she was acting up and being violent against him. If anything, she was being nice wasn't she?
She was already fixing his pant leg. Although it had become apparent to her that the other didn't appreciate the fact that she was doing it with him still inside of said pants. Not like she'd prick him or anything. She knew what she was doing. Juniper continued, finishing up briefly after checking the thread. She tightened the thread, moving to snap it with her teeth. She tucked the needle back away into her small sewing kit, glancing at the other a bit quietly. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" Hmph. And he had gone about making such a big deal out of her doing such a thing. She didn't prick him. If anything, she had done it to herself. She glanced at her thumb quietly, checking to see if any blood had formed on the tip of the digit before dismissing it again.
"Mm, as always." She replied, moving to push herself off of the ground. Juniper dusted off her hands before tucking them back into the pocket of her hoodie. She leaned back against the fence, glancing up when the other mentioned that his dad had died. Oh. She remembered him. Terrified the kid just as much as she did. But at least he did it because he wanted to tease him a little. Juniper just did it because she had thought it was funny. And it was kind of cute the way he'd look when he got surprised by her.
"In the barn, huh? I wonder if that was what I had been hearing ..." She began, her sentence drifting in the air a bit quietly. She shrugged her shoulders. She could tease him a little right? Wasn't it in her right to do something like that? Provided that the other still even believed in ghosts anyways. "Ah," She began. What was she supposed to say about her parents anyways? That they called her back to help? Please. She'd never admit it for anything. "They've been alright, I guess." She nodded at him, turning her gaze away in mild embarrassment. Even the other had been taking care of her family better than she did. "Thanks, I guess. For looking out for them for me."
"Don't read too much into it," She interrupted, glancing away as she leaned up against the fence. "It's just because they can't do anything themselves so I'm happy that I don't need to watch out for them anymore." But. The big city, huh? She wanted to go back. Part of her wondered if she had ever run into them before. Or had they left the minute that she had arrived? Who really even knew.
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Post by mint2 on Mar 19, 2013 18:30:14 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
Miles looked down at his now repaired pant leg with a somewhat bewildered expression on his face. She's actually succeeded in fixing this torn pant leg without causing some damage to him. Still, would stabbing him with a needle be the best way to start out things? But she probably didn't think about that. Miles' mind automatically went to the worst possible scenario. Yay. "Thanks, Juni." he said, turning back around to face her. He honestly hadn't expected the fix to take that quickly.
The silence when he mentioned his father's death, it was something Miles was used to. He certainly hadn't expected her to give her sympathies, so the silence was almost, comforting. Something familiar. It was also familiar when she suddenly mentioned hearing something in the barn. "W-what?" he asked, the apprehension visible on his face. He was convinced this place was haunted, there was little doubt in his mind. But, to have Juni come right out and say it. "W-what....what do you mean you've...heard things..." Did see mean...she couldn't mean...ghosts? His face paled a tad at the thought, and he let out an extremely nervous sounding laugh. Miles was trying to hide his fear, but coupled with the fact that he was already nervous enough from being around this woman.
He attempted to turn the conversation back around to something normal when he acknowledged her thanks, "It's not a-" but he was cut off. "I...I won't then. But, it's not much of a problem. It's...nice being around...well, never mind." he shook his head. "It's not important." He was eager to avoid the subject of ghosts Miles smiled at her as he thanked her again, "Thanks Juni, this actually helps a lot."
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Post by juniper on Mar 19, 2013 23:35:09 GMT -6
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Juniper inspected the seams a bit closer before deeming them completely adequate. She considered it something of a talent to be able to fix something so easily. And the idea of taking her time - which would ultimately lead her to having to sit on the dirt - didn't sound quite as appealing as hurrying and finishing the job before taking off. Hmph. He better be thankful. He should have just been lucky that she didn't 'mess up' and jab him a couple times just to scare him. But she supposed she'd hold off a little bit. Making a grown man cry was somehow not as amusing as she would have thought it would be. But hey. Miles always had one of the greatest crying faces when he was younger. Why would it have changed now?
She did only promise herself that she would back off the situation just a little bit. And a little didn't mean that she would stop messing with his head entirely. It was never really a good thing when she started to get ideas. When she got ideas, people usually got upset or hurt in the long run. Something that typically she would have never cared about except for this moment and this moment alone. Hehe, he looked so scared. It was almost cute. Alright, maybe she could just indulge a little more and cause some more fear. Why not, right?
"Yeah. I could have sworn that I heard some kind of moaning and groaning from the barn." She added, shrugging her shoulder slightly before she rested her hands in her pockets once again. "Something like your old man? Sounded like him. He was talkin' about how he wanted to get you to notice 'im, Miles." She began to walk, gradually falling into a circular path around the other. "He said that he was gonna get your attention when you would least expect it. Maybe you'll see him? Or maybe he'll get you when ..." She paused behind the other, leaning forward and resting her small hands on the farmer's shoulders as her lips whispered into his ear. "You. Don't. See. Him. Coming."
She pulled away, half expecting the other to scream or cry in terror. Maybe he had grown out of the whole panicking externally. It would have been a definite shame. Juniper merely nodded in reply when the other turned the conversation in her direction, the pink haired woman merely nodding in reply. Not like it really even mattered. "Mm. You can thank me by feeding me. I haven't eaten all morning." Damn cows. Damn chickens. Always had to cause her some kind of trouble and it was more irritating than it was worth.
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Post by mint2 on Mar 23, 2013 22:18:54 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
She was lying. She was totally lying. There was no way there was anything in the barn, right? ...right? It didn't help that in the back of his mind, Miles always thought the ranch was haunted in some way. His father's ghost, being in the barn, it could be true. No, no. Juniper was just to scare him like she always was, there was no truth as to what she was saying. Regardless of the pep talks he was trying to convince himself of, the familiar fear and anxiety built up in the pit of his stomach as she started to talk. "M-moaning?" he echoed, attempting to keep his voice as steady as possible. It wasn't working very well. Miles glanced around rather nervously and felt his hands start to shake ever so slightly, he stuffed them in his pockets quickly to hide it.
It didn't help that she was walking around him, like a hunter circling its' prey. He gulped, hoping she would stop at any moment. Juniper's sudden pause caused his nerve to spike, and when she was suddenly touching him and so close to him his back stiffened. The man stopped breathing and he felt a literal chill run down the back of his spine as she whispered in his ear. Inside he was screaming and running away like the child he once was, running for the safety of his house. He was twenty three now though, and that behavior was considered unacceptable.
So, instead Mile waited a few moments, as she walked away before he burst out into an awkward laughter. That was his defensive mechanism until he was finally able to speak properly, just laugh it off. Make the person believe he found humor in their 'joke'. Miles tried, oh he tried as hard as he could but he couldn't hide the slight panic in his laugh itself or in his face. The laughter held on for a few moments before the feeling in his stomach subsided and was able to form a coherent sentence. "Uh...I....do, do you want to come in then?" So eloquent, so smooth.
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Post by juniper on Mar 24, 2013 15:07:32 GMT -6
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Alright. Maybe she was being a little cruel for teasing the poor guy upon their 'tearful' reunion. The term tearful being used rather loosely at that. A woman like Juniper did not readily cry at such things. If anything, it seemed like the other was more ready to cry than anything else. It was kind of funny though. He wasn't going to lie. Watching him squirm underneath her gaze was more satisfying to her than anything else she had ever seen before. "That's right. Moaning. I could hear him screeching for the rest of your family. For you especially." She purred in that velvet and teasing voice of her's. "Don't ask me why though. I don't know what he wanted with you."
She shrugged her shoulders, Juniper trying hard to maintain the air of seriousness. She almost wanted to laugh. Ghosts? Who was she even kidding? There were no such things as ghosts. He had to still be that same terrified little kid that she picked on, definitely. It was so cute the way that he got nervous. His hands would shake with the rest of him. Like a leaf caught in the summer breeze. Did she succeed in making him nervous all over again? Ah, how fun. And here she thought that maybe she'd try to behave herself. She was going to be an adult this time and stop terrorizing people.
But behaving could only last for so long. She got bored. And from the looks of it, she was going to be stuck on the small peninsula for some time before she would get the chance to ever flee. Why not have a little fun with some stupid little villagers, right? She sighed, merely rolling her eyes in reply as she moved to rest her hands on her hips. "When I say I'm hungry, that's kind of what it implies Miles." She replied, moving to pinch the bridge of his nose in mild annoyance. How stupid was he, really? Was he trying to imply something or did he just not know what to say in the end?
Pathetic. He really must have been scared witless. "Or would you rather have me leave? After I did you that favor and everything." She sighed, turning away and wrapping her arms around herself as she turned her head back only to meet the farmer's gaze briefly. She sniffled, sighing then before the pink haired woman turned away a second time. "You must just hate me from before. I haven't done anything wrong but try to be a good human being. But I suppose I deserved that for trying to make up for it now." Drama queen? Totally. No one said that she couldn't have more than one hobby, right?
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Post by mint2 on Mar 24, 2013 20:34:58 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
Miles coughed, finally regaining his senses. Breakfast, cooking breakfast for Juniper wouldn't be difficult. Besides, she did fix his pants in a quick moment when she didn't even need to. Still he felt so apprehensive about inviting her in though it was obvious she hadn't changed that much in these years, the woman was still trying, and succeeding, to scare him witless. Miles didn't exactly have a good enough reason to say no though, he'd be a class a jerk if he did actually. It seemed Juniper was coming to that same conclusion too as she turned the dramatics on like a familiar light switch.
He knew, oh he knew from their past years how dramatic she could be, but it she still managed to make him feel like the bad guy. "I...no! That's not what I mean!" The rancher could almost hear his mother scolding him in his mind, Miles! Be grateful! Show your enemies kindness. He bit his lip, watching a little helplessly as she suddenly went into a huge rant of self-pity. Miles ran to face her and held out his hand as he exclaimed, "Juni! I don't hate you!" It was true, Miles could never hate any of his tormenters. Yes, he disliked them and hoped he would never have to interact with any of them ever again. It was impossible for him to hate someone who was just a kid like him when they were hurting him.
He did have to fight the slight urge to roll his eyes though. Still, Miles smiled at the woman and said, "I've got fresh eggs and milk from this morning. Plus a few fruits came in. I haven't eaten yet either, and it would be the proper way to thank you." His smile widened as he tilted his head in the direction of his house and said, "Come on in."
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Post by juniper on Mar 24, 2013 23:11:15 GMT -6
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Juniper liked to consider herself as rather adept when it came to being dramatic. It was a gift, she thought. Making people feel guilty or in the very least, confusing them to the point that they'd just give her what she wanted. Was that such a strange thing, she thought. Perhaps a little. Either way, she was still a little bit pleased to find out that the other was just as easy to manipulate as he had always been. She supposed that she could play the part of the adult every so often. Make herself come off in a good light. Otherwise, he'd probably try to avoid her again like he had their entire childhood. Now that she thought back on it, she wasn't really sure why she had started picking on him at all. Maybe it was just because he was that easy to pick on.
The pink haired woman merely looked back at the other when he had arrived in front of her. Hm. He didn't hate her, huh? Well, she supposed that would suffice if only for now. But then the other had smiled at her. An expression unfamiliar to her. More often than less, people turned away from her with a scowl. Or just simply. Never bothered to tolerate her behavior at all. She was selfish. She was impulsive. She was rude. And she said things that no normal person could ever appreciate. But for some reason, she thought, this boy was still smiling at her. Regardless of the fact that she tormented him then and now. Regardless of the fact that she had been so cruel before. She had never really paid attention earlier, but now on closer inspection. It was different, she thought. Perhaps he was just stupid enough to believe that she genuinely had a nice side to her horrific personality.
And like that, it was like she was six all over again. Hating and liking the very person that Miles was. Not knowing what she was feeling. Not knowing if she should have been mad at him or not for doing such a thing to her. And then promptly hitting him for making such emotions surface in her life. She had hated him then for making her nervous and all at the same time, she hated herself for behaving so horribly. Of course, she knew what it was now. It was different now. It wasn't like she liked him anyway. They just met again, didn't they? Tch. It was just those weird lingering feelings from when she was younger. She was startled by the other's voice once again, Juniper glancing over at the boy - no man, she corrected herself - heading into his household before she followed behind him quietly.
"Do you happen to have any strawberries?" She chimed in, heading inside of the small farm house. She glanced around the room a bit absentmindedly before wandering around to find a chair to sit down. Standing was not her thing after all. "I think spring is the season for them, right?" She covered her mouth, coughing a bit awkwardly in embarrassment. She shouldn't have bothered remembering those weird things. Juniper, the fashion queen, remember? Not a dinky little farmer girl running around in the middle of god knows where. "I mean. I could be wrong."
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Post by mint2 on Mar 25, 2013 22:28:00 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,120,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background-color: #eaeaea; margin-top: -20px; border-left: #cdcdcd solid 1px;] " With words I've been betrayed, you respond and let them fade, and I just won't let you bring me down. You can see what I know and I know somewhere there's a sorry heart. " | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/DfhFz.png);] LIAR, LIAR, DON'T CRY ON MY SHOULDER, YOU PLAYED WITH FIRE — christina grimmie
She seemed...distracted as they walked up to the house, but Miles wasn't going to push or prod at anything. Especially since the man didn't quite know what she may have had up her sleeve, for all he knew she was plotting to even freak him out more. But what could she really do over a simple breakfast? The question was more what couldn't she do. The farmhouse was old enough were the creaks and groans of the building were enough to freak the man out in the middle of the night. If she brought that fact up...it would be a very long morning. As they entered his house he turned around to tell her to make herself comfortable, but she appeared to have already done that as she questioned him.
He couldn't help but narrow his brows a little, Miles was a touch surprised that Juni knew when strawberries were in season. He wasn't one to judge though. Instead he nodded and said, "Yes. I have a few in the fridge from earlier in the week." He honestly wasn't sure how edible they were, but the crops at least looked like they should. They were red and no noxious odors were emanated from them. That was safe enough...right? Before he started anything though, Miles needed to change. Between the milk stained shirt and his torn pants, he felt more messy than normal. "Uh...I'm just going to head upstairs and clean up. Make yourself comfortable." With that he quickly headed up the creaky stairs to his room and threw on a clean shirt and pants after washing the mud and grass from his face and hands.
With the few moments he had to himself, the rancher braced his hands on the sink in front of him and stared in the mirror telling himself to breath. There was nothing malicious in Juniper's mind, right? They were both adults after all. Even though he had yet to outgrow his own childish tendencies, she could have. There was always hope anyway. Figuring he'd kept her waiting long enough he headed back downstairs and begun to grab a few pans from the cupboards. He didn't know what to say as he busied himself with cracking a few of the eggs. Miles was tongue tied enough as it was normally, but with Juni, he was frightened. Frightened of slipping up and giving her something else to mock or tease. The memories of his childhood rang even clearer with her sitting in the same house.
As he was lost in these thoughts, Miles managed to drop an egg on the kitchen floor and almost slip as he didn't notice right away. "Whoa!" he cried, grabbing the counter for safety. After he collected himself and cleaned up the yolk he said, "I'm not used to cooking for more than one." that seemed like a good excuse for his clumsiness.
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