Turn back the clock forever more ;;

[Alice ;; ♥]

Oscar stood outside the stable yards, sighing softly. One hand rested casually on his hip, and he shifted position slightly, waiting for help to be offered, rather than seeking it. This, sadly, was generally the way with Oscar, and he rarely thought of acting any differently. But most learned to love this glamorous dandy, and all his quirks.

Yes, glamorous, that certainly went quite the way to describe Oscar. He stood now, in tight jeans, a loose shirt, a black waistcoat and pointy black boots. Not quite the expected stable outfit, but Oscar rarely wore anything but. Various belts, scarfs and sashes adorned his slim hips, and jewelry hung loosely round his neck. However, no-one could doubt that Oscar was good looking. He stood at around six foot two, and was slim and graceful. He had wild hair, which had taken him time to perfect, and softly tanned skin, with a slight beard at his handsome face.

But looks were not everything, and Oscar was acctually a fairly interesting person beneath his Dior waistcoat and heavy eyeliner. But a new place never meant a new start for him, and he still had the same old bad habits. Wherever he was, his drinking, drugs and womanizing seemed to run as a constant feature. However, whatever lay in tech future for young Oscar, eh woudl need a home, and a stable for Dante, his horse. So that was why this dusty trail now set him standing before Sedona Marshall's office, still expecting service.

[S.E.C.R.E.T]

The walls have been talking
About me again
I'm good for a joke, but when I awoke
The dream didn't end
Now everytime I turn around
I'm only sleeping, John, is anybody out there?
Don't the wounded birds still sing?

Sedona hit her head lightly against the tile of the bathroom wall. Tequila would only be your friend very briefly, and Sedona's time and run out quite a while ago. With a snarl on her lips, she rummaged through her bathroom cabinet, looking for an Advil or something of the such-like to relieve the pounding in her head. It felt like someone had decided to have their rock concert in her head.

Sedona made a growling noise in her throat when she found no Advil, and stood back with her hands on her hips, glaring at the cabinet to see if she might be able to make some appear. She had no luck in this endeavor, though, and grabbed a bobby pin from the cabinet and went into the hallway to Angie's door. She almost had the lock picked when the door opened to a reveal a very mean looking Angie Carter.

The woman brushed her hair out of her eyes with an equally evil snarl. Sedona strained up after removing her bobby pin from the lock. Sedona rested her hands on her hips, cocking an eyebrow as she watched Angie glare at her. You do know that you can't actually stab me with your stare, don’t you? Angie's eyes narrowed even more, and she began to shut the door. She was thwarted, however, when Sedona put her hand up to stop it from closing and pushed her way in and walked to the bathroom.

Angie let out an exasperated sigh and moved out of the living room, through her bedroom, and into the bathroom to observe Sedona rummaging through her medicine cabinet like a squirrel looking for nuts. Painkillers are on the top shelf. Sedona's hand shot out and grabbed the bottle after she'd spotted it and she popped four pills into her mouth. Does it bother you that you woke me up at eight in the freaking morning? If your name wasn't on the deed to this place I'd shoot you right now.

Angie received no response from Sedona, who'd pushed past her and plopped onto the bed to wait for the pain to stop. Angie narrowed her eyes again, moving silently to the bed and bending over until she was next to Sedona's ear. GET UP!!! Sedona's hands moved quickly to cover her ears, the motion of her jumping causing her to roll off the bed and hit the floor with a groan. She stood again, her eyes still closed, and aimed a well-packed punch in Angie's direction. The older woman managed to get her morning reflexes to work enough to move out of the way before she was hit.

Sedona's headache was fading out now, and she could open her eyes without the light making her want to scream. The throbbing in her head eased, and whispering no longer seemed like yelling. The hangover would pass soon enough, but thank the Lord for Advil. Sedona stumbled back onto the bed, looking out of the window and into the window to the front of the stable.

Sedona raised an eyebrow when she took in the figure standing outside the barn, and she turned to see Angie going back into the bathroom. She heard the dull roar of a hair dryer as Angie tried to blow the rest of the dampness out of her ample auburn hair. It was mostly dry, but not even damp was acceptable in this weather. Sedona stood up and moved to the door of the bathroom, unplugging the hair dryer so they wouldn't have to yell.

Angie gave Sedona and indignant look, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter. What? Sedona gripped the door frame and leaned back slightly so she could see the man in outside again. She pulled herself back into a normal position as she replied to Angie. Liberace needs to see you downstairs. Sedona gave her a confused look, before moving past her to peek out the window. It's your fucking stable. Sedona wagged a finger and moved out of the bathroom and into Angie's closet. Yes, but you've already had the shower.

Sedona tossed out a pair of tight jeans and a tank top, finally grabbing Angie's boots and setting them down in front of her. Angie crossed her arms, looking at the tank top on the bed. You could not be a weatherman. Sedona rolled her eyes, moving back into the closet and grabbing Angie's leather coat/jacket thing, or what have you, and pushing it into her hand. At least it was the fitted one that came halfway down her thighs and not her motorcycle jacket. Angie glared at Sedona for a moment before yielding and getting dressed. Her hair had thankfully dried by now, and she slipped into the leather jacket, pausing before she left the loft. You're handling the next psycho glam rocker... And don't eat any of my food.

Sedona huffed slightly as her friend walked out of the loft, her boots tapping against the wood of the stairs as she moved to greet the man outside. She opened the door of the office and stepped outside, the cold slamming into her like an arctic wind. She took a moment to mentally curse Sedona before greeting the man standing before her. She wondered what he sounded like. He certainlywasn't like anything that normally passed through here, but that wasn't such as bad thing for Angie. She looked over him quickly. Yes sir, you might not be so bad after all.Hi, I'm Angie Carter. Let's go inside and I'll see what I can do for you. I'll be damned if I'm standing out here all morning, leather jacket or not.


((Okay, false alarm earlier. I was able to get my uncle to fix our computer this afternoon. If I do go MIA for a couple of days, though, it's because the comp's on the fritz again...957 words.. I'm very happy. ))

[Alice ;; ♥]

Oscar realized that now, quite some time had passed. He fished into his waistcoat pocket, drawing out a pocket watch. Yes, I mean it, a Victorian Pocket watch indeed. A wrist watch woudl simply not do for this Dickensian style fellow. Therefore, he drew it out, a thin chin linking it to him, the soft ticks and whirs as the hands drew through the later minutes. The time had passed slowly, and really it had only been around ten minutes, before someone had finally broken through the doors of the office and entered the yard. She spoke quickly, ushering Oscar into the office building. He nodded, a charming smile on his handsome features, looking back out at the yard, before smiling and following in the female's footsteps. She was beautiful indeed, and Oscar had already cast his gaze up and down her slim figure, noticing she was very well turned out for a stable owner. So, this was the well known Sedona Marshall. Perhaps a good impression, knowing her name, yes? Mysterious, a conversation starter? So he made his first lovely mistake, and cast a gaze over to Angie, speaking foolishly. As usual.

Sedona, I do believe. I am Oscar.