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Title: Making Circles
Description: Riley/Elijah


RILEY DYKE - November 17, 2011 11:45 PM (GMT)
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She had known Elijah and his family a good few years now thanks to working next to them in the rodeo circuit. Admittedly she had crushed on the rugged cowboy as well but as time wore on she had convinced herself that their working relationship was more important than any romantic one and she also knew her parents wouldn’t approve. Looking back now it seemed sort of silly to her since she was having such an issue with Christian and her family’s acceptance but with Christian she had put up a fight for him, seeing him as misunderstood and needing her desperately, the both of them back to back against the world. Of course it had started to get lonely for her as well in that position. Her friends all didn’t approve of the relationship and it made her feel like she had to watch everything she said to them else she’d get chewed out. The more people had been pushing her to leave Christian the further toward him it had pushed her. Today though she had been looking forward to seeing Elijah, finally someone who didn’t know about Christian’s legal issues, his past, and maybe someone she could share her joy with who wouldn’t immediately launch into some lecture about how stupid she was being. Of course she was probably deluding herself thinking he’d never find out about the last few months and what Christian had done.<br><br>
She got out of the Honda and looked around the ranch. It had been a good month since she had been home and she now felt this world was somewhat alien to her. Today she had worn a skirt and heels, which truth be told wasn’t a great choice for walking around corrals. She also hadn’t visited Stormy in all that time, as if she was trying to strip away her old like and transform into someone or something she wasn’t. She hadn’t seen herself change really, just done it, thinking that perhaps Christian would be happier with her as a city girl rather than the country girl she was at heart. There wasn’t any logic behind it, just some weird reasoning on her part. It probably was the only thing about her relationship with Christian that her parents approved of.<br><br>
Today would be about settling Elijah into a new job at the ranch and telling him that the guest house she had been staying in, the nicely sized three bedroom two bath near the horse stalls, was now open to him and his family. She had made the arrangements with her parents to make sure they could stay there for free. She knew that Elijah would make sure Stormy was taken care of because she knew that with the new person she’d become she couldn’t anymore. In a way she felt like a mom who was giving her kid up to another family who could provide for it better than she could. <br><br>
As she walked to the guest house she made one last look around, making sure the movers had taken all her things out and left the furnishings that they might need behind. Beds, tables, chairs, and electronics, all the niceties she could afford to give them she did. She knew she’d be asking a lot from Elijah but in the end there was no one else in the world she’d trust Rainstorm to care for. Sure he’d have other duties on the ranch, primarily he’d be the lead trainer, but in the end she really wanted him there to watch over her precious Stormy since she no longer had the heart to do it. The last time she was in the same corral as Stormy, tried to put a saddle on her, the horse had reared up (sensing her fear no doubt) and she had taken that as a sign that she’d never do the one thing in the world she loved most of all, she’d never ride a horse again.
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ELIJAH BANE - November 21, 2011 06:27 AM (GMT)
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It had been a long while since Elijah was able to really set out on the road by himself. Sure, he always wound up just taking a different route to a predetermined location or rodeo, but he still enjoyed time off from the family. Despite being a very family oriented person, even Lijah needed a break now and again. Time to breathe, room to stretch his legs, you know - that kinda stuff. But all the other times before he could be sure that he was going to see his family again, and he left on a much happier note. Plus, his older brother was never confined to a wheelchair recovering serious injuries before. Ugh, this was all just too much for Elijah to try and think about right now. Besides, he would have plenty of time to think it over as he was sure Sadie and Mark were going to call him, and there would be...words.<p>
Thankfully Riley's parents helped to take his mind off things, making him a delicious country breakfast, taking him out to see the horses, showing him around the place he would be living while he stayed. Really, when did he get such awesome friends? Still, he was a wee bit upset Riley wasn't there when he arrived - seven AM or no, he wanted hugs! At the moment he was just unpacking his things into the guest house, trying his best to ignore the buzzing of his phone. He loved Sadie, he really did, but he couldn't listen to her be sad anymore. Mark had to take this one on himself. <p>
Elijah walked out the back door of the guest house, all of his things basically crammed into one room for the time being, until he got around to situating it, and stretched his arms behind his back. Well, at least it gave Timcuktu a place to romp around and act like a colt again - he'd been awfully irritable, just sitting in the horse trailer waiting to be left out on the long journey. With a final sigh he walked back inside the guest house, only this time he noticed a new car out the window. His truck and trailer were put away, concealed from immediate sight, but he knew he didn't see this car before. Was it Riley's new car? Small movement from the corner of his eye made him turn around, spotting the back of a brunette and -- oh lordy it was Riley. He recognized that a--...hair. <p>
Crossing his arms, looking her up and down, he put on his best eyebrow raise he could. "Girl, what in the hellfire are you wearing?"

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RILEY DYKE - November 25, 2011 01:20 PM (GMT)
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She heard Elijah’s voice before seeing him, lost in one thought after another. As he asked her that question she looked down over the outfit as if perhaps it might have ripped or maybe changed colors since last she looked it over. No, everything seemed to be in place. Looking back up at Elijah she blinked a few times, putting her hands on her hips with that ‘excuse you’ look on her face and simply stated.<br><br>

“Prada.”<br><br>

As if that would explain it to him, of course she failed to mention the shoes were Jimmie Chou but then again she hadn’t expected today to be about riding any horses or walking around the ranch, she didn’t even want to look in on Stormy because it might break her heart.<br><br>

“Was I supposed to call ahead and find out who your favorite designer was and wear him or her? So, where is the family? Sadie, Mark, the twins? I thought it would be everyone coming with you. I’d love to see Sadie again, girl has some real skill and Stormy is itching for a run around some barrels I’m sure.”<br><br>

After it was all said and done she moved up to Elijah, feeling a bit awkward now, maybe it was the outfit or the fact that she really felt like she no longer belonged in his world, either way the hug she gave him might not have been the same one she’d given in times past, too much city seeping into her for the country to be genuine.

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ELIJAH BANE - December 5, 2011 04:32 AM (GMT)
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"Prada." <br>
She stated it simply, as if he was supposed to know exactly what she meant by it. Was that supposed to mean something or make sense to him? What the hell was a Prada? Sounded like some kind of dangerous fish! His brows raised a little at her next remark, asking if she should wear a designer. Now he just felt ever so slightly awkward. Was this blunt, straight forward sarcasm or did she take him literally? It was getting a bit hard to tell, so he simply dawned a crooked smile and shrugged. "Or leather, leather works." <p>
As she came forward asking about his family he made do with hiding his slightly pained expression in the hug. That very awkward, foreign hug. No, come back, he had to hug you again and make you do it right! For a moment he didn't want to let go, as if to see if he could squish all this strangeness right out of her, but he doubted that would work. He did, eventually, let Riley go and tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his jeans. "They uh...aren't comin', at least not for a while. Just me. Mark wasn't too happy about it..." He explained, shifting his weight to one foot as he looked Riley over again. <p>
Did the city really change her that much? Or maybe it wasn't the city, maybe it was someone in the city. "So, you make some new friends out here or what?" What he really wanted to ask was 'do you have a boyfriend and is he the reason you're all....that?'

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RILEY DYKE - December 20, 2011 01:46 PM (GMT)
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No, it was sarcasm, she’d been having a hard time of it lately and so many people had been so critical of her, her choices, who she’d been seeing and all of them not hesitating to tell her exactly how much they disliked her choices. Yea, years ago spending time with Elijah she’d been a different person, hell she’d been herself, and yes the new clothing, the new way she had should seem strange to him because deep down, had she really given it though, she was trying to squash that Riley and be this new woman who was confident and self-assured enough that it didn’t hurt her how people had begun to push her away, perhaps subtly but still pushing her away. Yea, maybe if she could be this new Riley that it wouldn’t hurt. To be honest part of her was acting that way with Elijah simply to try to put up a barrier between them, keep him at arm’s length so that when he enviably found out the man she had fallen for, the man she was currently planning on moving in with, was recently released from prison after having been convicted of brutally beating his ex-girlfriend. Truthfully, had you told Riley a year ago that she’d be dating someone who had done the things Christian had she would have called you insane. Then again Elijah would know that sometimes after an accident that people in their line of work just are never the same and she’d not been back in the saddle yet, something she was struggling to try to keep everyone around her from noticing. Yea, everything for Riley had changed. <br><br>

“Well I’m sure they’ll be welcome when they get here. Big house should fit them all better than what we made due with most of the time right? I made a few new friends, working in a bookstore right now in Albany. I even got my own apartment.” <br><br>

She chuckled a little at the last part, for years she’d swore she’d never put down roots unless it was the home she’d dreamed of one day owning. There had probably been more than one night where between beers she’d told Elijah all about the place in the country she wanted with long stretches of green rolling grass, horses and an assortment of other animals, peacefulness and tranquility, a place where she might someday settle down and raise a family of her own. Of course now those dreams were being traded in one by one.</div></center>
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