myhorsejax
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i see the light!
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A Job
Apr 29, 2007 17:20:00 GMT -5
Post by myhorsejax on Apr 29, 2007 17:20:00 GMT -5
Robin cocked her head, smiling slightly. She savored the feeling of his own calloused hand against hers, and smiled slightly, the previous hard aspect of her voice disappearing as suddenly as it had arrived. "If I can muster up the hard conviction, I never doubt myself. I dive in, act, then think. But when I think, I doubt. I evaluate myself, perhaps much too often. But I suppose, if I was happy with myself, with the life I was living, I wouldn't be so determined to change how things turned out."
She shrugged, leaning back in her chair, studying the sky for a moment, then turning her eyes back to him.
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A Job
May 5, 2007 16:18:03 GMT -5
Post by imagine on May 5, 2007 16:18:03 GMT -5
When Robin's eyes turned over to him again, Ty stared at her and then looked away, thinking about what she had just said. He knew lots of people that acted before they thought; it was never really a good combination. He looked around them, watching the people walk by. He thought that it was so bizarre that neither of them would probably ever see these people again. He took a sip of his coffee and turned back to Robin.
"I think," he began, "in your case, it might be good for you to act before you think. Say that you were racing one of my horses and there a hole. But, you thought ahead and decided not to go because you were afraid that the horse would crash into another horse. But, the hole never closed... until another horse took the chance." He paused, wondering if he was making any sense. "I'm not saying to act careless or ruthless," he added, "but maybe it's best if you go just with your gut."
Ty smiled, his white theeth slightly showing. "You really shouldn't doubt yourself... because I think that you're a brilliant woman."
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myhorsejax
Junior Member
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i see the light!
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A Job
May 6, 2007 13:22:50 GMT -5
Post by myhorsejax on May 6, 2007 13:22:50 GMT -5
Robin couldn't suppress a slight grin. "Thanks," she said, almost guiltily. She awkwardly took another sip of her coffee, casting about her mind for a topic, perhaps slightly less deep, she thought, smiling to herself.
She glanced back up at him, running her eyes over his tan face, his chocolate eyes, so warm and understanding. "You've told me of your family, so I suppose I should do the same. It's only fair," she said, nodding as if she needed to confirm her own words. She sighed, massaging her temples slightly. "My father," Robin began, obviously resigning herself to speaking of one she no longer wished to associate herself with. "He can be devilishly charming at times, but is almost never sober. That's him now. Perhaps it was different before. Anyone who has had the er... 'treat' of meeting us together wood tell you we look almost like twins. I wish it wasn't so, but when one has an obnoxious drunk for a father, I should just be grateful I didn't inherit anything else from him." She said these last words bitterly, burning a hole in the plastic table before them with her gaze.
"He used to be different. I used to want to be just like him. He was so strong when my mother was sick, I was always aspiring to be the same. But I suppose her death was just too much for him. It defeated him, while it only strengthened my need to carry on, perhaps like nothing was happening." Robin paused for a moment, sipping her iced coffee and shifting her gaze to his face before continuing.
"My mother and I were alike personality wise, but we looked nothing alike. My mother was always tanned, very freckly, with eyes so green, so sharp really, it seemed they could read your mind. She had curly brown hair, that always smelled of hay, or horses, or something of that sort." Robin's eyes were glossy for a moment, as she dove into her mind, thinking of her mother, who had been gone from her life for almost 10 years now. "Before she passed on... she was so weak. She seemed to have lost all of the fiery determination, that I knew I had inherited from her. She was so sick. Suffering really. It must've been a relief." Robin felt her voice take on a foreign tone, as if it wasn't her own, and someone else was speaking of her mother's last few moments.
"I also had a brother. He's the one family that I can still count on, I suppose, for the most part. He left for New Hampshire as soon as he was old enough to go away from home. When he left, my father was just starting to sink into the darkness that he rarely exits now. He is a couple years older than I, but when times got tough, it was up to us to stay together."
She stopped speaking altogether, wondering how pathetic and depressed her entire family history had sounded. She stirred her ice once more, watching it with forced interest.
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A Job
May 11, 2007 5:47:00 GMT -5
Post by imagine on May 11, 2007 5:47:00 GMT -5
While Robin spoke, the words flowed from her mouth like a river running smoothly & strongly after a spring rain. Ty loved the sound of her voice; he was sure that even at her worst, she would still be able to talk strongly and fight everything with determination. He wished that he could be like that... but somehow, he doubted that he would ever amount to someone that powerful.
"That's some family you have there," he replied once she had finished her monologue. He looked away from her pretty face for a moment, thinking about his family back in Australia. Out of Ty's three sisters, only two were still alive. His older brother was very well & very alive. His parents were both alive & well.
"My younger sister," he began in a sad, low voice, "... she killed herself when she was 16." He swallowed hard and looked Robin in the face, hoping that her eyes could save him from the pain. "She was raped one night.... The more we tried to help her, the more she withdrew into herself. One night, she ODed on our mother's sleeping pills." Ty looked down at his bagel, but then pushed it away, suddenly loosing his appetite. He swirled his straw around his iced coffee, wondering what life would bring him next.
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A Job
Sept 10, 2008 6:37:37 GMT -5
Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 6:37:37 GMT -5
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