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Date Posted: 23:38:05 02/05/03 Wed
Author: .owen.
Subject: .Boi From Da City.
In reply to: Erica 's message, "I'm.. home." on 02:56:07 02/05/03 Wed

.Though he didn't so much as utter it, Owen felt very far away from 'home', at this moment. Running a hand through messy hair, Owen slowly walked through the barn's spacious enterance. The barn was eerie in a way that he hadn't expected, it was just sort of there -- out of the way and rather hidden, as if it were not meant to find... While some would say that graveyards in the middle of a smog-filled city was 'creepy', he would say that barns, and the country were. Jamming his square palms into his pockets, his gaze edged 'cross the barn's interior, taking in the horses that resided there and the wooden decor. One thick brow jumped slightly upwards at her familiarity with the barn, and the horses, and the overall 'idea'. Although he himself wasn't all too sure about it, it was good to see her smile, even for a few moments... Owen obediantly took Dusty's reigns and stared the dappled beast in the eye, before he held the reigns far out in front of himself, so that he wouldn't have to touch the horse. Obviously, Owen wasn't a regular on the horse-back riding scene... "Alright..." Owen said, as he picked up a stout, and prickly brush and turned it over in one callused hand, "Is this a brush...? Do we really comb them with these things? They're like made out of hay, I'm suprised it's not like food for them, or something." Just about now, Owen was thinking that maybe this hadn't been the best idea for a 'date', seeing as he'd end up making himself look like an idiot -- by falling off the horse, and what not... God, help him.

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  • Quiet. -- Erica, 02:22:00 02/06/03 Thu
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