Horses Will Play {open}

[Alice Demming]

Alice Demming had spent the earlier part of the day feeding and brushing the horses in the livery stable; the smell of damp hay still stuck to her boots and lingered over her clothes hours later. When she was younger, Alice had tried to free some of the horses after having witnessed the cruelty propounded upon them. Since then, she has realised that, legally, she can’t free the horses, and that it would not be so great to have horses roaming around Manhattan, for both horses and traffic. Instead, she visits the livery a few times a month and volunteers.

Exhausted, Alice retired across the park to Heckscher Playground for a late lunch of fruit-and-cheese salad and hot green tea. She sat on a cold bench and opened her thermos, savoring the steam emanating from her hands. As children played and nannies gossiped around her, Alice ate her lunch.

As she speared a cranberry and pear with some greens onto her fork and dipped it into the raspberry vinaigrette, a little kid, no more than 6 years old, approached her.

“Why do you smell funny?” Her nanny rushed over upon hearing this and apologized profusely for the child.

"It’s okay. It’s Chanel No. 5 and horse sweat," she said conspiratorially.

"I like horses. Where are all the toasties and why is there raisins in your salad?"

"They’re cranberries, not raisins. It’s a fruit and cheese salad, so there are no croutons in it."

"Oh. I like your dress. It’s pretty. Can I sit here?"

[Jordan Llewellyn]

Ah, Central Park, a beautiful landscape located in the center of New York City. It had sparkling lakes, brightly colored playground equipment, majestic water fountains, not mention the beautiful aged trees with their maroon and gold Fall leaves that sparkled in the sunlight. Children laughed and played, while their mothers chatted quietly and laughed at their rambunctious children. A perfect scene for Jordan Llewellyn, painter extraordinaire, to create on a canvas this cool Autumn afternoon? You are correct.

The young girl was currently sitting under a tree, a small easel sitting in front of her. A small paintbrush in her hand, she made long, heavy brush strokes in bright colors on the canvas to create an abstract feel. A gentle breeze blew her wispy blonde locks to the side, and made her shiver a bit. She pulled her chocolate brown cardigan closer to her chest, hoping it might help to keep the heat in.

While observing the scene, looking for inspiration, Jordan spotted a woman, scratch that, a girl, who looked awfully familiar. She was sitting on a nearby bench eating and talking with a little boy. Where had she seen her? Did she go to Duchesne?

Ooc; Forgive me, it was so much better the first time I wrote it. I accidentaly erased it. >_< Oh well.

[Alice Demming]

"Of course you can. My name is Alice. What's your name?"

"Like Alice in Wonderland? My daddy says not to talk to strangers but you're nice. And pretty. Even though you have purple dressing on your lip." By this point, the nanny had gone back to chatting about the latest episode of Grey's Anatomy and wasn't even aware of where her child had gone. “Can I braid your hair?”

“Uhm, no, but thank you. So what’s your name?” Alice’s glossy hair was tied back in a bun high on her head. She didn’t really like people playing with it though; it had always ended in tears before.

The conversation continued and though she was ten years her junior, Alice was beginning to enjoy Samantha’s company. It was like having a younger sister. Alice had always been the baby of the family. After finishing her lunch, Alice Purel-ed and lotioned her hands before agreeing to braid Samantha’s hair.

As her hands reached the hair at the nape of Samantha’s neck, she felt a tap on her shoulder and paused, looking up and over her shoulder.



((ooc: sry, that was crappy. I didn’t know what to do so I godmoded a bit >.<))

[Jordan Llewellyn]

It was odd, for some strange reason, Jordan had a strong curiosity for this girl. Who was she? Where had she seen her? Did she go to Duchesne? So she decided, even though it's not really her forte, to simply walk up and ask the girl herself.

She left her easel, canvas, and paint underneath the majestic oak tree to walk over to the bench where this curious teenager sat, chatting with a little girl. As her hands were about to reach the nape of this little girl's neck to probably braid her hair, or something of that nature, she lightly tapped the girl's shoulder. As the girl turned to look at her, Jordan smiled shyly. "Uh, hi. I'm Jordan Llewellyn. I saw you from under the tree, and just out of curiosity, I wondered who you are. You look incredibly familiar. Do you, perhaps, go to school at Duchesne?" she questioned softly. Walking up to a complete stranger and asking them something wasn't really in her nature.

[Jack Force]

Jack was curious. He had been wandering around New York a lot it seemed. He hated being stuck at home with things so weird, obviously weird. And Schuyler around every corner. HE wanted desperately to just grab her, kiss her and get it over with. But there was no use in that. It would probably never happen. He didn't know the other girls around him, had seen them a little before but had never really paid attention. IT was hard to with Schuyler constantly on the brain. HE sat down nearby. For some reason he had always liked New York, strange and bright as it was. ANd just now how it was it was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

[Alice Demming]

“Yeah, actually. I do. I’m Alice,” she finished the braid and tied the hair tie around the end. “Alice Demming. Did you say Llewellyn? Are you Bliss’ sister by any chance?”

Alice brushed aside the hair that had fallen into her face and peered up at the young girl. “You kind of look like her.” Though their personalities seemed different, Alice could sort of see a similarity in the shape of her eyes.

Alice slid the young girl forward and lifted her up, much to her giggles, so she could readjust the skirt of her dress. She picked up one leg and sat over her boot so she could face Jordan behind her. It was then she remembered her manners and said, “Oh, would you like to sit?”, referencing the empty bench, save for Alice and Samantha.

[Jordan Llewellyn]

"Yeah, I am," she replied with a timid smile. That was always the question she was asked when meeting someone new from school. Not "Was that your paintings in the school's art exzibit?" or "Was that your short story that was published in teh school newspaper?" No, she always got "Are you Bliss's sister?" And she would smile politely and answer yes, even though it really did hurt.

"Hmm, I don't think I do. She was born the pretty one," Jordan replied with a frown. It was true. Bliss was the family favorite.

Jordan kindly took the offer and sat down on the bench. "Thanks," she commented as seh took the seat.

Ooc; Ack! I'm sorry that was so bad! >__>

[Alice Demming]

”She was born the pretty one," the young girl said with a slight frown. She looked disappointed but tried to mask it, so Alice ignored it. Instead, Alice studied Jordan’s blue eyes and blonde hair with a tilt of her head. Although her sister’s were slightly bluer, Jordan’s eyes were very much like Bliss’s, Alice noted. And where Bliss was outgoing with a strong personality, Jordan seemed shyer, more timid. There were other personality differences, but fewer physical distinctions.

“Well, I think you both are pretty. You’re just pretty in a different way. You shouldn’t put yourself down like that,” Alice said with a kind smile. Normally, Alice would have said to any other person, Suck it up and stop pitying yourself. You know its not true. Why don’t you ask Daddy to buy you some confidence to go with the boobs he bought you, or whatever else it would have been. But this was Jordan Llewellyn, and Alice couldn’t do that to Bliss’s sister. Alice felt it would just….almost destroy her for some reason.