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Post by conner scott o'malley on Jan 28, 2009 21:11:04 GMT -5
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big&rich blasted through the old ford's speakers as it bounced and rumbled down the old dirt road. conner o'malley was headed for the one place that he loved to be more than anywhere else, and nothing could bring his mood down. plus, he was going through his pre-competition ritual of singing along to the country duo and focusing in at the same time. he was a firm believer in the fact that visualizing what you were going to do and seeing yourself get it right would make it easier to do. however complicated that sounded, mind really was over matter, and your brain could do practically anything.
the dirt road conner was driving down sloped upwards and met the main road, and he flicked on his left turn signal while glancing for oncoming traffic. seeing no one, he turned onto the road, accelerated to 47 mph, and booked it for the rocking r arena.
after slipping into his chaps and gloves, conner sat in front of his locker with his eyes closed. his hands were folded neatly in his lap and his black stetson was resting on the bench next to him. the usually noisy and crowded locker areas were silent, and conner was glad that most of the other riders were already out there, it gave him some peace and quiet. conner never really had been a social guy, and most interactions with the other riders ended up in fistfights. the last brawl had been at school, when one of the football jocks had tormented conner about why he wasn't as good as his older brother's at the game while conner kept walking silently. the jock had ran in front of him to make him stop, getting right up in his face and giving him all the crap he could. conner knew that a reaction was exactly what the creep wanted, a reaction such as a punch or a shove. then all of the other jocks, who loomed around the pair like vultures, could be justified in jumping in the fight and beating conner to a pulp. and, as always, conner had taken the bait and been bloodied up by 7 or 8 football jocks. it pissed conner off because he really couldn't control his temper, no matter how horribly he knew the beatings would be. with a smirk conner realized that his nickname was well earned, and but he solaced himself with the realization that if the fight had been 2 or 3 against conner he could have taken 'em.
with as much bravado as he could muster, he grabbed the hat with one hand and settled it on his head. it was game time, and now was when things got serious. his gloves he tucked halfway into his pocket, just enough so they wouldn't fall out. after slinging his thumb into his empty pocket, he set off for the labrinth-like maze of walkways criss-crossing under the arena.
every step of his boots echoed in the empty halls leading from the underbelly of the stands to the crowded public and competitor areas. he climbed the last stairs before entering the public hallways, one that was lined with concessions and rodeo queens. he kept his brim low and his eyes stony as he walked through the crowds towards the arena, his chaps making people stare and whisper his name. he was the heavy favorite to win today, and teenage girls were swooning left and right. conner didn't even seem to notice them, but in reality he was close to blushing. his irish blood would have made his face light up like the fourth of july, and he thought of the coming bull rides in order to keep his face from reddening.
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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: dani//open
DRESSED IN: worn jeans, chaps, black stetson, boots, red flannel long sleeved shirt
NOTES: ahhhhhh! i hate starting threads.... =D
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Post by danielle james on Jan 30, 2009 20:41:52 GMT -5
  She got her big bay horse, One she calls the Rollin Sun
The hard-running faithful one, Out in front of all the rest.
the rocking r arena hummed with life. today was one of the largest rodeos of the season. people across the state gathered in the small town for the rodeo. of course, most only came for the bull riding. after all it was the main event in texas, next to football. though there were others that came for calf roping or bronc riding. but danielle james came mostly for the barrell racing. sure she liked watching the other events but barrell racing was the only one she particpated in. and considering all the competition today, she had done fairly well placing third. dani, herself, was surpraised at the result. she hadn't been in many competition since coming back to texas. she was improving, thats all that mattered.
but barrell racing had been done and over with for a while now and the bull riding competition was going to be starting shortly. dani's favorite event to watch. her father called to her from the bull pins. she was chatting with some of the riders instead of helping her father like she said she would. danielle knew the ins and outs of rodeos and her father wanted to help out today since there was so much to do.
she made her way through the crowds at the concession stands over to the bull pins. there was a break in the program so most everyone was out of their seats and in the way. as she walked she tied her unbuttoned plaid shirt at the bottom to keep it from getting caught on anything. there wasn't going to be an accident involving her tonight. she didn't care for hospitals much.
when she reached the bull pins, her father had nothing for her to do. dani cursed under her breathe. she had made her way through all the people for nothing. her father shrugged and went back to whatever it was he had been doing before she showed up. it had crossed her mind to go back over to the riders she had been talking to but she shrugged it away. dani could watch better from over here and there would be bull riders to talk to anyway. that made her smile for a minute. but they didn't really matter to her anymore.
there was a sound of whispers coming from one of the enternce hallways. dani turned to see else had come to ride. she smiled as conner came walking out. it was about time he showed up. "hey conner," she called to him and beckoned him over.
status: finished
lyrics: barrelll racing angel [Ian Tyson]
notes: umm its blah =P
outfit: green tanktop, white and light green plaid button up shirt, jeans, botts
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Post by conner scott o'malley on Jan 30, 2009 20:59:58 GMT -5
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the crowd began to whisper his name, and he knew that it was only seconds before some little kid asked for his autograph. he was actually really embarrased, seeing as he hadn't won anything today and nothing was certian in bull riding. he had won a few competitions earlier in the season, pre-finals and quarter-finals, but there were a lot of other good riders in attendance today as well, and he would not get over-confident.
a few steps out of the crowd and into the bull ring area, he felt a friendly slap on his back and turned to see one of his rider buddies walking by. they called out a hello and conner returned it, not exactly wanting to stop and chat. he always felt awkward in social situations and he didn't want to engage himself in a conversation that wasn't absolutely necessary. luckily the guy kept walking as well, and conner waved back with a friendly grin.
the area was quite warm and noisy, with the clanging of pens and the shouts of fellow riders. among the chaos he heard a familiar voice, "hey conner". it was dani, a barrel racer and a aquaintance. conner wouldn't really call her a friend since they hadn't spent much time together, but he had seen her frequently at the rodeos and knew her father pretty much ran things. a polite smile crossed his features and he tipped his black stetson at her while he walked up to stand next to her, slinging his arms through the railings to watch as the first few riders got ready to go. conner was set to be the 15th rider, and he knew he had a few minutes until it was his turn. "hey dani. how'd you do in the barrel racing?"
he knew that she was a racer, and was trying to show some polite interest in what she did. he hadn't really had much social interactions with girls, and despite the fact that she was older than him and way out of his league in more ways than one, he still felt an almost-blush coming on. a loud clang shook him out of his thoughts and he glanced up below his stetson brim to watch the first rider go out. the bull wheeled left and bucked well, and suddenly veered the circle right. the cowboy had started to lean too far to the left and slipped off, two seconds short of the full eight. conner felt a surge of confidence as he knew that he could have handled the ride, but chided himself for being too arrogant.
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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: dani//open
DRESSED IN: worn jeans, chaps, black stetson, boots, red flannel long sleeved shirt
NOTES:i actually don't know hardly anything about bull-riding, so bear with me as i try to rp like i know what i'm doing. haha, the most i know is from watching pbr on espn. XD
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Post by danielle james on Jan 30, 2009 21:40:44 GMT -5
She got her big bay horse, One she calls the Rollin Sun
The hard-running faithful one, Out in front of all the rest.
dani followed conner's lead and leaned against the railing. she watched as a few of her friends were getting ready to ride. there was a time when she would have done anything to be in there place. she was kind of past that now but part of her still wanted to be there. "pretty good," she replied looking at conner, "i placed third." dani smiled and looked back at the riders getting ready.
she didn't really know conner very well. they saw each other at rodeos but that was about the extent of their interaction. there was an age gap between them so they didn't really hang out too much. and the only time she saw him a rodeos was when she was helping her father and that was only if he was running that rodeo. he liked to be in charge and he liked dani helping. that was his thing. but he didn't run them all the time. so dani was usually free to do whatever she liked.
the announcer called for the end of the break. the first rider would be going in a few short minutes. dani looked at conner. "good luck tonight. do you think you'll do good?" she knew he was being looked at as a good chance to win. she was silently wondering if he was nervous, not that he would tell her nd not that she would. she better then to ask someone if they were nervous. it usually made people more nervous and irritated.
status: finished
lyrics: barrelll racing angel [Ian Tyson]
notes: very little muse tonight and lots of distractions
outfit: green tanktop, white and light green plaid button up shirt, jeans, botts
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Post by conner scott o'malley on Jan 31, 2009 18:48:47 GMT -5
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"good luck tonight. do you think you'll do good?" her tone was light and casual, but conner detected the trace of uneasiness. it was like she didn't want to hit a touchy nerve or something, and conner glanced over at her with a grin. "uh, yeah. i think i'll do okay..." his voice trailed off, unsure and not exactly knowing what to say. he rubbed one of his calloused hands behind his neck, and he knew his face was about to heat up as usual. way to go he thought with an internal grimace, you're an idiot. conner brought his hand to the tip of his hat in a goodbye and nodded politely, walking around her towards the chutes and his soon to be coming ride.
ten minutes and 14 other riders later, conner was straddling a big bull named The Cable Guy. it was supposed to be one heck of a ride, and conner was both intimidated by the massive animal and ready to prove what kind of a rider he really was. conner was confident that with this ride he would get the lead, seeing as the highest score before him had been an 79. his free hand gripped the railings while the big black bull moved and rolled about beneath him. he took a tad longer than usual getting his bullrope secured, but as soon as he was ready he nodded his head and the chute flew open to the roar of the crowd.
the bull began spinning left, and conner felt it's rhythm to catch on quickly. he started to lean too far in the opposite direction and just barely managed to right himself again. after that close call the bull spun the other way, this time with more buck in him. the crowd roared at the almost-buck off, and conner felt the break in his focus. because of this lack in concentration, conner was surprised but stayed on when the bull jumped up with all four feet, kicking in all directions. conner's hat flew off his head at around 5 seconds, and the ridiculous thought of the bull better not trample my stetson crossed his mind. after what felt like an eternity the buzzer sounded, and conner threw his right leg over the bull to dismount. he landing roughly on his knees, but popped up and snatched his hat while the rodeo clowns steered the bull away and towards the pens.
the score flashed up on the boards above him while he climbed up the fence lining the arena, and he looked above him to see what the judges thought. the score of '81 flashed up on the board, and conner shook his head in disappointment with himself. he climbed up the fence and over to the other side, getting a few slaps on the back from fellow riders. he knew he should be happy with the score, but he knew he could have done better. his stoney expression didn't change even with the congratulations, and he changed his course to see if dani was still in the same spot that she had been earlier. he wouldn't mind a little company with someone who knew how the mind of a competitor worked, especially after being disappointed by being given the lead. it was a hard concept to grasp, and conner didn't really want to explain it. just her company would be nice, but if she wanted to chat they could.
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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: dani//open
DRESSED IN: worn jeans, chaps, black stetson, boots, red flannel long sleeved shirt
NOTES: gah! i don't know what i'm doing. lol.
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Post by danielle james on Feb 3, 2009 21:30:22 GMT -5
She got her big bay horse, One she calls the Rollin Sun
The hard-running faithful one, Out in front of all the rest.
dani smiled as he trailed off. she knew there wasn't much else to say in that conversation. as the first rider was released from the chute, conner tipped his hat to her slightly. she gave him a wide smile and watched him walk to the chute. normally dani would have been up there already; helping with whatever she could. but tonight she was sitting on the side lines. she was sitting back and watching instead of being involved. and to be honest she hated it.
dani stayed where she had been standing with conner and watched the bull riders. this was her favorite part of a rodeo. it was something the whole crowd enoyed. there was always thunderous appluase when the chute flew open. everytime a ride started excitment raced through. part of her wanted to be out there riding. but when a rider fell off and it the ground hard, her stomache twisted. that was what scared her; that part of her didn't want to ride.
she watched intently as each rider went. most passed her after and she'd give them a brief smile and a 'good job'. dani knew about half of the riders so they'd usually tip their hats to her without stooping. then conner turn came up. to her it wasn't long before the ride was over, but she had been told those eight seconds where a lifetime to the rider. he had done the best so far. the crowd roared and she clapped along with them as he climbed over the fence. but she knew that look on his face; the 'i could have done wayyy better' look. dani seen that look from plenty of people before and she had had it herself.
there were more riders getting ready for their rides. there was a long time between now and the end of the rodeo. not to mention the usual after party. as conner approached dani waved with a smile. she always smiled; she couldn't help it.
status: finished... finally
lyrics: barrell racing angel [Ian Tyson]
notes: ummm...
outfit: green tanktop, white and light green plaid button up shirt, jeans, botts
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Post by conner scott o'malley on Feb 4, 2009 21:47:51 GMT -5
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conner was relieved that she had smiled at him while he approached. that meant it was okay for him to come scooting back with his tail between his legs. he returned the smile half-heartedly, and assumed his original position with his arms slung between the rails. he reached up to adjust his hat, tipping it back further on his head so he could actually make eye contact. it was weird to talk with your hat down right above your eyes, and he didn't have to worry about it flying off anymore.
it was slightly embarrasing to hear the crowd screaming and clapping, but conner stole a glance up into the stands anyways. the first thing he saw was a sign with his name and hearts, and that was also the last. he averted his eyes down to the ground in front of him and rubbed behind his neck, hating the fact that teenage girls thought he was the greatest thing ever. in reality, that should have been a good thing, but conner didn't like it because he knew it was only in the arena. if any of them saw him in real life and didn't know he was a bullrider they wouldn't give him a second glance, and he didn't want his fame to be the deciding factor in a relationship. why couldn't they see that?
the crowd was still roaring as the next rider bolted out of the chute, and it wasn't more than two seconds before the big tawny bull had him on his butt. conner watched with studious eyes, wanted to see what mistakes the rider had made so that conner himself wouldn't ever make them. leaning too far into the turn, feet sliding too far back... he thought to himself while the crowd quieted. it was easier to talk between riders, when he could actually hear her. conner really wasn't much of a talker, but he didn't feel like sharing only silence.
"that wasn't my best ride..." he said with a weak grin in her direction. he didn't want her to think that that was the best he could do, and despite trying to be nonchalant about what people thought, he always tried to redeem himself if he did poorly. he supposed it was since he usually got ridiculed for not being a football player and wanted to prove that he was actually good at something. conner shook his head softly, not wanting to stray down that path again. sometimes he thought so hard about things it made his head hurt, and made him not want to think anymore so he wouldn't find the answers he was looking for.
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POST STATUS: finished
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO: bby rie.
BANNER CREDIT TO: me! and google images =D
LYRICS CREDIT TO: big and rich
ROLEPLAYING WITH: dani//open
DRESSED IN: worn jeans, chaps, black stetson, boots, red flannel long sleeved shirt
NOTES: hmmm. maybe we should head to the afterparty or something? spice it up a tad? or we could end this thread and post somewhere else or somethin... =D
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Post by danielle james on Feb 10, 2009 19:53:15 GMT -5
She got her big bay horse, One she calls the Rollin Sun
The hard-running faithful one, Out in front of all the rest.
she watched him retake his place next to her. the sound of the crowd was starting to hurt her head. he was their favorite, that was for sure. teenage girls loved him. dani caught a glimpse of some of the signs in the mass of people. young girls adored him. she grinned softly to herself. there had been a time when she was those girls. the very thought of a bullrider made her face hot and her knees weak. of course dani never stood in the crowd like the girls here were; she watched rodeos on a tv in a 15th floor apartment in New York. And because of that she envyed those teenage girls that joined the mass of people tonight.
her attention went back to him after he spoke. he didn't seem thrilled with his ride, even though it had been good. "it was a good ride though," she said with encouraging smile, "besides you've got the crowd." that was the most important part to her. the actually winner didn't always get the crowd on their side. sure she knew winning was basically the point of competing, but dani liked having the vote of crowd before numbers.
as dani finished speaking her father stopped on her other side. he was meeting with 'the main man' as she refered to him. he was one of the people that ran the rodeos, he was the one her father reported to even though he didn't need too. they had been friends for a long time and more like partners in the business. her father whispered to her quickly and she looked annoyed. he didn't wait for a response before he disappeared into a group of riders.
the rodeo wasn't over yet and her father was summoning to her to some random official meeting that she didn't really need to go to. it was probably about the after party or something else she had no say in. dani looked at conner and smiled meekly. "i have to go. father wants a word or two with 'the main man' and i have to pretend to be interested." she would miss the end of the rodeo and it irritated her. "maybe i'll see you at the afterparty or around town sometime," she said resting her hand on his arm. dani gave him a wide smile. "see you around, conner", she said before following her father's path in the crowd feeling bad for leaving him there alone. that wasn't something she ever did.
status: finished
lyrics: barrell racing angel [Ian Tyson]
notes: ish blah
outfit: green tanktop, white and light green plaid button up shirt, jeans, botts
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