Pour the salt into the open wound. [OPEN]

[maddiefingmatthews]

She opened the stable doors, taking in a deep in hail of the smell. Horses, hay, manure, it felt like years since she had smelt the smells. Her hazel eyes searched, scanning all the geldings and mares. Of course, they would never have stallion here. Right?

She felt like no one ever came out here, well, minus the staff for feeding and cleaning, or the students who were sent here for punishment. Personally, none of the 'punishments' here seemed that bad. She stopped at the stall with a palomino Quarter Horse mare within it. She had a soft spot of palominos, as well as roans.

She let her hand slide between the bars, the mare itching her nose closer to take in the strangers scent. Maddie had her I-pod on and had her music at a low level, not wanting to spook the horses with its mysterious noise. She started to sing to the mare, her eyes seemed sad.

I see nothing in your eyes...
And the more I see, the less I like
is it over yet?
In my head!
I know nothing of your kind..
and I want to reveal your evil mind..
over yet?
I can win..

So sacrifice yourself
and let me have whats left
I know that I can find
the fire in your eyes
I'll blow it all away
Get away please..
You take the breath right out of me
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You gotta fight just to make it through.

This will be all over soon.
Pour the salt into the open wound.
Is it over yet?
Let me in!

The girl stopped singing, a few tears sliding down her face. She hated it here. She never would or could sleep without scaring people around her. The fact that she refused to sleep was strange enough, but add the fact that when she would, she would scream and cry. She felt like she had friends, yet she wasn't sure. It was like...all you could really do here for fun was have sex.

Not like she had anything to complain about. Everyone never wanted to go outside, for it was so god damn cold outside. She could understand that, she was a full bred Texan, she was used to dry and humid, not dry and freezing. Or wet and freezing. She didn't really enjoy it, but going out into the cold was better than being cooped up in the big, old building.

Everyone was hear for something, mostly Prostitution and Murder, well, that's what she noticed. She had met a nice girl named Blake. Very sexy, very seductive. Very secretive. She liked her. Though, Blake didn't seem to believe in friendships, which hurt her. She really only had Ashton, Era and Wren.

She had met a very cute boy, who is here for being framed. His name was Erin, she believed. It was right. Yeah. Well, she had a bit of a crush on him, but he apparently had a girl at home, but anyways, what is the use? She had brutally murdered two people. She was crazy. She should never see the outside of this detention center.

She snapped out of her thoughts when the beautiful mare pushed her nose at her chest, sensing she was quite upset. "Oh, girl.." She said, sniffling and laughing slightly. "Your so darling," with that she walked into the stall and started to groom the horse with a curry comb. Maybe she would go riding today?

Palomino mare

[Elysia O'Broin]

"Riding while the snow is melting isn't a smart idea Lass," came the smooth and lyrical voice of Ridgestone's resident Irishwoman. Even when she was hiding her accent it was easy to tell where she hailed from; Elly's way of speaking just didn't hold the harshness Americans had. There was a breath and the sickly sweet smell of a burning cigarette floated through the air from an empty stall. "But iffin' ye chance a tumble on 'er, then by all means. I won't stop you."

Green and black socked feet kicked out and crossed over eachother while their owner leaned back in the soft hay on the stable floor, completely at ease while she smoked her life away. One of the other horses let out a disgruntled snort at the smell, but she ignored it after shooting a look in it's general direction. She was here to warm up, damnit, and if anyone had a problem with her filthy habit, then they best grow some balls and tell her. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to light the place up with animals still in it; she was a mean prankster, but not that mean.

Using her down jacket as a pillow, she took another drag from her cigaretted and blowing out through her nose, content to watch it wither and writhe. "Lovely voice ye got there by the way. Chance ye be telling me the name of the siren who it belongs to?" she hollared over the wall to the currently invisible. She taped her cigarette on her boots beside her, quickly brushing the ash off her precious leather babies once it had cooled. "Or ye just gonna leave me hanging? I'm not good with the suspense you know. Drives me daffy."

[maddiefingmatthews]

Oh. Shit. Someone was in here. Someone could have heard her singing! She blushed heavily, for two reasons. One, she was singing rather loudly. Two, Irish accent. One of her weak points. Not like the females voice turned her on, that wasn't it at all. Maddie just wished to go to Ireland for years, that was one of the places she wanted to go.

"I probably wasn't going to go riding." She said with a smug expression. "It's far too cold outside for me," She stretched, opened the stall door and finally show herself to the blond female. "At least your not smoking in the stalls," She said, pulling a cigarette pack out of her own sweater pocket and lighting her own. "You know you habit's bad when the animals start to glare," She said, snickering slightly as she exhaled threw her nose.

"Oh, and thank you for the comment," She said, pointing an index finger to the other female, grinning. "Not a lot of people hear me sing, so consider yourself lucky," She said with a slight wink. "So you from Ireland?" Maddie asked, her hazel eyes seemed to long to know. "I've always dreamt of going down there..."