::A Weird Sensation:: [Open]

[Maxine Porter]

No one had offered to give me the official tour of the Grand Catalpa Academy so I took it upon myself to do so. I was severely nervous, so most of the time I kept my eyes to the floor and I silently refused to say 'hi' to anyone who would pass me by. My hands grew cold in the air conditioned halls of Catalpa, so I stuffed them deep into my maroon sweater pockets.

Sighing loudly, this school was really strange and I wasn't used to being away from my parents. Being 18 and away from your parents wasn't probably a probblem for most, but for me it was. I went everywhere with them, and hte only time I was away from them was when I was at school for eight hours at a time. Being here, there was no way out.

I had recently met the horse that had chosen me to be it's whisperer, I guess you'd call it, and it made me feel a bit better. Or was I just confusing that with insanity? Who knew. I dropped off my belongings at my dorm room and took off from there. Maybe I'd find a friend around this craziness of a school.

I mean I found a horse that could talk to, how hard could finding a friend be? Hard if you were me. Looking around for my next destination besides the locker filled halls. The halls were a bit empty considering classes didn't start for another week and many were still at home. It was my parents' bright idea to make me come early, I rolled my eyes everytime I thought about it.

I saw a nicely lit room up ahead so I headed toward it, curiosity pulling me along. Turning into the arched doorway, I could see it was clearly a lounge. And the light I saw from the hall was no artificial light, but merely the reflection of pure white snow from outside the large windows. The snow made the room look pure and clean. I made my way past the sofas and TVs to the window that caught my attention from the beginning. Pulling my hand slowly from my jacket, I laid it against the cold glass, my hand flinching for second and then resting peacefully.

The window was about as tall as me and I felt that if I tried, I could jump through the window and out into a winter wonderland. "What am I going to do now?" I was silently frightened, scared that no one would like me, or accept me. 'Why would you even care what people think, huh?' I scolded myself. Sighing again, I looked around and pulled up a love seat that was near by and I took a seat to watch the quiet scenery.

A few horses were out on the frozen pasture, just galloping freely in the cold, winter wind. I noticed one of them to be my best companion, Dancer my whispering thoroughbred. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of my strange and sarcastic equestrian companion.

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Look at me
Now tell me you know
because you don't
don't ever think of luxury
As happyness

A mist formed as I exhaled deliberately loudly, trying to show my annoyance, though it seamed to have no effect on my father, or the lady showing us around the academy. I turned begrudgingly, shoving may hands in to the pockets of my jacket, which did not truly help me much, My jackets sleeves only came down to my elbows, and then stopped. So maybe it wasn't the best of choices. Then I did not expect it be, snowing here. In Washington, winter was an cold rain. If you were lucky it might snow in the mountains, making it perfect for snowboarding. Other than that snow, there was nothing, just wet all the time. So natural I had a Hood, and jeans, which is what I wore on the plain. When it landed, my father insisted no coming striate here so I could get settled before my room mate.

But he and I both know I had not gotten an room mate yet. It was probably him just wanting to get rid of me. Which I could defiantly see happening. The fact i had been shocked that he was not sending his secretary to drop me off, shocked me. For about the past year, I had no memories of my parent taking me any where, or picking me up. It was always an secretary, or some other person that be payed to do it for him. Some times I wondered if this was the punishment of a life of luxury. You begin to forget about what life is really like, then take it for-granted.
"Cody! Are you listening, you will need to know where to go because I wont be here to guide you every step of the way." My father gruff voice snapped at me.

Yeah, you mean you won't have some woman here to do your biding. Don't try to pull you guilt-trips on me. It is you who should fee guilty. Then you won't because you don't really care. I snapped back in my head. But looked around to appease him before he made a some huge scene out of it. Not that we weren't already making a scene. An powerful looking man in an who know how many thousand dollar suite. And the boy at this side wherein designer clothing. Already I could tell what people expected me. Some snobby rich kid, how did not know the first thing about horses.

I sighed, turning my head, to look a an snow covered meadow full of the academy horses. He had heard a bunch of strange things about the things. Like that that they talked. Then if you ask me this school is full of a bunch of crack-post freaks. Horses don't talk, well not with humans. The only way something like that could happen is your under some kinda drugs. Sorry but thats simply how it is.
"This is the lounge, after were done here ill take you to the boys dorms so you can unpack your luggage. Then Mr. Zamora you can take your leave. the only place that will be left with the the Whisper Stable." The lady said, giving me some strange smile. I glared at her, and turned back to the horses. They truly were among the most beautiful things in the world.

I felt my backpack strait to jiggle, and Fish pocked his head out blinking as the cols hit his face. He crawled onto my shoulder and stared nuzzling , my short black hair. I could tell he could seance my anger. I never knew how he did it. but he was the only animal other than that pony so long ago that could tell what was going on in his mind. Or well at least what he was feeling. My hand came up and I gently rubbed the under of his maw.The herd a slight grunt from the woman. It would seam she did not have a taste for Fish. Oh well he was my pet, and I believe that small pets were allowed.

"Here" Said the lady, pulling my attending away from Fish. She was holding open a door to the lounge. I looked around there was a TV, and some Charis and couches. Though the most stunning thing to him was how the rooms lighting. It was completely natural, and had a view of the horses grazing outside. Ok so maybe this crack-pot school had it good points. If the dorms were like this then I could defiantly lice here, in exchange to be free of the monsters of parents i had. I smiled, for the first time pleased... my mood noticeably lighting. Which in turn mad fish run down my nuts and start playing with my hands which were still tucked in my pockets.

There I was here, my escape! Clad in nevus looking girl. Probably new here like he was. I looked up at my dad, grabbing hold of his attending. The nodded word the girl sitting in the chair, with a flighty look on my face. No, don't get the wrong idea she was so not my type, but he did not know that. So ill use the fact he knew nothing about me to my advantage for now. My father looked over to where I was nodding, the chuckled, tapping the lady on the shoulder.
"I thing Cody's seen enough. Lets let him handle it from here." He said and turned, giving the lady no time to protest. So she simply fallowed. FREE! he clinched his fist together to keep his composer from slipping.

Well nows the problem of not knowing there the dorms where. Well might as well use that girl a little more.
"Hey" He said walking over. his shirt still wiggling with the wee beast inside.
"Could you show me to the dorms," I finished once I was next to her. Here eyes had been on the horses with the same kind of affection that his held. but other than that there was noting the same about them. He scratched his head remembering, what most the people around here were thinking about him. And this was probably only making it worse. Like he were a play boy or something. Oh well at least maybe the girls wont come pestering me I chuckled at my thoughts. Only to remember I was speaking with someone.

[Maxine Porter]

My attention was pulled slightly away from the horses when I heard light conversation near the entry of the lounge. The last thing I wanted was to be forced to be social, but if anyone came in here I'd try to be the happy Maxine. Try being the key word. The voices came from a woman, probably an instructor, the same that brought me around Whisper stable where I met Dancer and the other from a man, most likely the father of a new student. At least their parent was nice enough to follow them in, my parents not so much. But I guess it was another scheme to make me more independent.

Sighing loudly, I laid back in the couch and waited for anything to happen. Maybe later I could actually set up my side of the dorm room. Poppuri, my kitten, would probably be up from her afternoon nap soon. I felt the cold from the room slip into my skinny jeans and a shiver ran up my leg to my head. "This is crazy..." I mumbled, I should have probably been used to the temperature being raised in the city, but believe me when I say I'm not. Pulling my hand again from my pocket, it looked as pale as the snow outside in contrast with my maroon jacket. My watch read 2:43 but nothing much was happening.

Then I heard the sly yet content voice of the man as he moved the instructor along and leave his son there. Rolling my eyes, I didn't bother to look back. I wasn't a fan of making conversation with those of the male species in fear of making a total fool of myself. Or in other times being a complete witch with my massive amount of sarcasm. I slouched in my seat as I heard soft footsteps on the carpet approaching me. Sneering at the corner of my eye I didn't turn my head to look at the boy talking next to me. "Hey, Could you show me to the dorms" his voice malted in with the surroundings. I could tell by his body language that he didn't want to be with his father and only ussed me as a distraction.

"I'm glad to be of service. I'm not usually used to being used as a parent repellent." I snapped and then instinctively my hands trapped my mouth. My face flushed a scarlet red, my eyes now glued to the snow landscape, too embarrassed to look the guys way. Inhaling deeply, I sat up and decided to look. I was stunned. I expected to see a jerky looking jock but instead I saw a pretty, lean guy. Yes, pretty. His green eyes caught my attention and I stopped breathing for a second. Remembering to now, I stumbled for words. "I-I'm sorry for being rude. I'm not exactly the type to be social. heh" I chuckled nervously.

Tucking a piece of my loose black hair, I smiled genuinely and decided to introduce myself. There was no harm in it after all, "My name's Maxine, call me Max for short." I nodded in hello because a routine handshake would seem to silly. I layed my already cold hands on the icey window for comfort.

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I could just feel the hostile vibes flowing off it, it was really amusing in a way, to watch. Even though he was quite Shir that some people would have already made an hast retreat, he was really not he kind to cower to an girl. Only one had ever made it happen, though another would probably show themselves before he was put to an end.
"I'm glad to be of service. I'm not usually used to being used as a parent repellent." She interrupted his thoughts, or more his memories of that girl. With something that brushed away the slight sorrow that clinched at him, with and crafty come back that made his lips twitch with amusement.

Well she is not complete stupid, and had enough seance to know when she was being used. Oh, sad. Who knew the infinite fun you could have with an girl that lives life controlled by her nerves, and fears. He stooped dead, with his thinking as the girl turned around, no she was not that pretty. It was more the look she had given him. It made him, feel... pretty? The indifferent shelled he had placed back up was dropped with an bang. That was it, this girl thought he was pretty! He snapped in his head, An slight blush heated his face, though lucky for him his half Mexican blood line did not let it show.I-I'm sorry for being rude. I'm not exactly the type to be social. heh,"My name's Maxine, call me Max for short." She said an nerves laugh working it's way out. Then she set her hand on the window, fro some strange reason.

"Yeah, the unsocial thing was an shock. I had not caught thoughts vibes coming off you when I came over." He said back with the same sarcastic, and dry toan she had bid on him. Then let it slide remembering how she had brought back some fond moments of Tempest.
"So about the boys dorms?" I said giving an flashy smile, the looked out the window, to the horses. The ice and snow out side made him remember how cold he was. So he placed the hand he had used to fidget uneasily when he had first approached.

The movements seamed to reawaken the unnaturally hyper part of Fish, which lead to another romp threw my shirt.
"So what do you think about the whole "horses can talk' Nonsense?" asked pondering weather she had encountered such a thing, or if it really was just some joke for noobs.

[Maxine Porter]

Looking at the boy I noticed a flash of scarlet ripple on his face and then as quikly as it came, it was gone. What the heck did I do? I thought hastily and turned my head to take a peek outside again. Dancer was frolicking through the snow covered landscape with three other horses, but t looked like he was having his own fun. I moaned silently and looked down at my red converse and I tapped them together nervously. This boy actually intimated me, but I was in no surprise. What boy didn't intimidate me. I smacked myself mentally when the boy beside me interrupted my mental fistfight.

Yeah, the unsocial thing was an shock. I had not caught thoughts vibes coming off you when I came over.

His reply sounded a bit sarcastic, probably to get back at me but I ignored it. Se you can read 'thought vibes', huh? That's different. my voice was yet again sarcastic. Then I looked at my wristhingych, 4:51 I whispered. I really had nowhere to go or nothing good to do but I continued to look at my watch to count the second till this day was over/ I heard the green-eyed boy talk again but this time my tone was normal. You're in what? High school right? Well then the dorms would be the West Wing. Supposedly the boys have the lower floors while the girls have the uppers. I smiled back, annoyed that he would respond to me in a sarcastic fashion and then smile as if feelings were ok.

I shook my head, trying to rattle the confusion of this kid. I guess I'm gonna have to ready myself for meeting more people...like him. my thoughts were luckily to myself, well open to Dancer only. I would have never been able to say the things I thought aloud. Cowardly I know but I know a lot of people who do the same. People who speak their mind are known as deviant, rude, or obnoxious, So I'd like to stay in the category of NOT.

So what do you think about the whole "horses can talk' Nonsense?

[/i] When I heard the prospect of talking horse come from his mouth, my head shot up. With a glimmer in my eye and a smirk on my mouth, I was clearly glad to shatter this guy's perception of reality. After I met Dancer my universe, everything I knew, was completely shattered. I knew horses didn't know how to use telepathy. But the strange thing is...they did. I took a deep breath in and then spoke gingerly. Yeah I met my talkin' horse. Talking be the keyword. It's completely bind-blowing. You haven't been to the stables yet? I lifted up my legs off the floor and sat indian style on the love seat. It made me feel more comfortable.

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S t a t u e s: Incomplete
I n v o l v e d: Max
P u p p e t: Cody
C o u n t : 0
N o t e s:
[OOc] Comming soon[/OOc]