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Post by wesley on Oct 25, 2011 12:56:43 GMT 10
 Wesley never really thought of himself as the smartest guy in the world. He fully acknowledged the fact that he did not know everything. He hadn’t experienced everything the world had to offer, but he figured he’d gotten some of the best of it. Even if he didn’t know everything, he knew what he wanted and, usually, how to get it. He was about fifteen when he first decided he wanted to be in the rodeo, and from that point on he was committed to the decision. He didn’t make it a point to learn all of the pros and cons or try and sort out all the reasons that riding a bull every few days was stupid—all he wanted to know was how to get himself there. It hadn’t been too hard to figure out. Though, whether or not he was entirely sold on his decision to be a bull rider, the reactions of others were always interesting. There had certainly been some interesting ones over the years—anything ranging from thinking he was mentally unstable to thinking it was the coolest damn thing in the world. It didn’t really matter what they thought, though. It suited his life perfectly. The PBR gave him the rush that he needed and the ability to keep moving around. Almost like it was made for him. Or, rather, he for it. So, instead of explaining this to everyone he met, he just accepted their judgments and let them pass him by without much thought. As Piper replied rather nervously that it would be ‘interesting’, he simply let his smile widen a bit and took a drink of his coffee.
Chances were good, this woman wasn’t really going to understand the thrill that pulled you back in after every ride, regardless of risks. He wasn’t even recovered yet and he was ready to put his hat and chaps back on and ride tomorrow. Too bad he’d been told to get out of dodge for awhile and let his body heal.
Thankfully, Capeside was offering him enough distraction thus far that he wasn’t overly restless. At least he hadn’t taken to pacing all the time. That was a plus. Today, that distraction was apparently Piper and her daughter. And, he had to admit, it was one of the best he’d had since rolling into town. It was the kind of lighthearted, easy conversation that he was drawn too…. Though, it probably helped that Jasmine was three. Keeping the same grin on his face, he side glanced to Jasmine and nodded a bit. “Well, thank you. I try really hard to be silly. Maybe not all the time, but he wasn’t necessarily the one in the group that always focused on the serious side of things, to be sure.
Watching Jasmine was quite entertaining, seeing as how she seemed either amused or captivated by the smallest things. Kids were usually amazing like that. Able to look at everything like it was the newest and best thing on the planet. If only some adults could learn to live like that. “Practically the same thing, if you ask me,” Wesley reiterated again, though he hardly thought Jasmine needed a reason to think she’d gotten her point across when she’d mentioned monkeys instead of donkeys. “The zoo, huh? Sounds pretty cool. What kind of sounds did they make?”
Piper would be okay with her daughter going around making monkey noises, right? Maybe it was just because Wesley wanted to see her try and mimic it. He had to keep it interesting somehow, right?
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Post by piper on Oct 29, 2011 9:55:23 GMT 10
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,300] OUTFIT | RAVEN AS WESLEY | (: Piper saw danger everywhere. Even in the kitchen, though those dangers she had never really feared about for herself. Now, with Jasmine, however, she had to be sitting with something occupying all her attention to be in the kitchen because otherwise Piper was terrified that she'd burn or slice her fingers off or something. But she guessed you gave up on fears for something you loved so much. Like for Wesley, he obviously couldn't have a fear of bulls or being thrown to the ground or being trampled on or anything similar, all of which Piper was afraid of. But Piper was somewhat of a coward. Wesley apparently was not. And she respected that. Even though she was still slightly worried for this perfectly random stranger's life. But that seemed to happen often enough.
Piper was glad that he seemed to be enjoying himself with speaking to her daughter, however. He seemed to be having a genuinely good time, and so did Jasmine. Piper was also glad she didn't have the pressure to talk to a random stranger unless he turned and talked to her first, although such an inhibition never crossed her three year old's mind. It wasn't for lack of trying that Jasmine was so outgoing towards strangers, because Piper did try to constantly grill in her that some people just weren't very nice. But Jasmine and Piper had a very different view on the world. Jas only grinned again as he told her that he made it a daily effort to stay silly. It was a good thing some people did that, Piper supposed, or else they'd have a world as paranoid as her, and no one wanted that, obviously. That would be a really crappy world.
And then came the inevitable questioning of the monkey noises. Jasmine was extremely thrilled to comply to this request, monkey noises were her favorite sound to make in the entire world, apparently. But of course it was impossible to make the noise without acting the part, too. And so Jas attempted to leap off the barstool (her intentions being sensed and thwarted by her mother, who caught her and placed her safely on the ground despite her complaints before she hurt herself) and thus proceeded to run around the cafe, enthusiastically and loudly imitating a monkey the entire time.
And how a quiet, simple couple such as Piper and her husband had concieved a child with that kind of energy, Piper would never know, but would always (albeit lovingly) blame it on the child's father's side of the family. "That's what a monkey does!" Jas then said after she was done, sprinting to her mother and throwing herself on his leg. "Mama makes the best monkey sounds, though." She informed Wesley very seriously, nodding her tiny little head. "No, Jasmine does, trust me," Piper insisted, waving her hands in the air in a "erase that sentence from memory" motion. Piper was not keen on the idea of making monkey noises in front of this stranger, but like Jasmine really cared. It was different at the zoo when all other people were preoccupied, not when she had an audience. |
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