~Ourselves RP~ New RP needs players!

[CayugaLover]

Name: hmmm... i won't reveal my real name, but if i could pick a name for myself it would be Phoenix Infrared Burst.
Age: (Has to be 18 or older)(( but i'm not older than 18 ... fine. i guess i'm 18.)
Gender: F
Personality: funny, very outgoing, somewhat naive, a perfectionest, but only critical of my own work, optimistic, biggest fear: that my best friend will never read Jack Blank. homeschooled.
Pet(s): i think i'll go simple: my cockatiel.
Pet(s) Picture(s): this is actually a real pic of him ~ i was using an app on my phone to make him cartoony. he thought it was weird.


Pet(s) Name(s): Cecil, but i never call him by his real name. i tend to call him Bird~Thing~Poof, Cece, or Mudgie (and i'm not explaining why. )

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Accedpted. Where it says 18 or older I mean your character not you. XD

 

[CowGrrrl]

SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape, or Outlaw, as he is normally called, is a stocky Quarter Horse stallion. His coat is a bright bay, with a thick black mane and tail, and wide white appaloosa splotches on his sides.
It is early morning as I saddle him up. The sun is just beginning to rise over the nearby mountain range, casting thin, heavenly strips of gold across our ranch. He looks absolutely handsome in his brown leather tack, and striped saddle blanket.
I mount, cluck to him, and soon we are heading towards town. I have a list of errands from my mom packed in the saddle bag.

 

[Rezia]

I walk over to you. "Hello, Welcome to sunny side up cafe, how may I help you?" I ask.

"Hi." I say. "Can I get another Chai?" I ask.

 

[CowGrrrl]

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Quote:
"Yes," I say as I make a Chai tea. "Chai's are my favorite," I smile.

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

I hear the bells on the door ring. "Hello welcome to sunny side up cafe," I greet you from across the room.

 

[CowGrrrl]

Quote:
"Yes," I say as I make a Chai tea. "Chai's are my favorite," I smile.

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

I hear the bells on the door ring. "Hello welcome to sunny side up cafe," I greet you from across the room.
"Uh... howdy," I greet the woman at the counter. I dust the snow off my brown leather chaps. Even with the fact that I had lived in this Montana county *is it okay if this takes place in MT?* all my life, I still felt a little out of place. I live a town over, a town that was so tiny that all it had was a few stores and houses. And even in that town, we are about as middle-of-nowhere as humanly possible, on 350 acres of pure wilderness.
"Can I get a... um... Sprite? Or do you have that here? I'm not a... uh, chai person." I say. Stop the stuttering, idiot.
SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape whinnies from outside. A light dusting of snow covers his rump. Shhh, horse! I think desperately.

Great. These fancy town people are going to think that I'm a crazy girl from the sticks.
Well, you are, Willow.

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Quote:
"Yes," I say as I make a Chai tea. "Chai's are my favorite," I smile.

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

I hear the bells on the door ring. "Hello welcome to sunny side up cafe," I greet you from across the room.
"Uh... howdy," I greet the woman at the counter. I dust the snow off my brown leather chaps. Even with the fact that I had lived in this Montana county *is it okay if this takes place in MT?* all my life, I still felt a little out of place. I live a town over, a town that was so tiny that all it had was a few stores and houses. And even in that town, we are about as middle-of-nowhere as humanly possible, on 350 acres of pure wilderness.
"Can I get a... um... Sprite? Or do you have that here? I'm not a... uh, chai person." I say. Stop the stuttering, idiot.
SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape whinnies from outside. A light dusting of snow covers his rump. Shhh, horse! I think desperately.

Great. These fancy town people are going to think that I'm a crazy girl from the sticks.
Well, you are, Willow.
"Hey. Nice horse," I say. "Yes I have sprite," I say as I grab a bottle. I stick the bottle on the counter. "I'm saving my money for a horse, right now all I have is a sloth," I say. Stop babbling! I tell myself.

 

[CowGrrrl]

Quote:
"Yes," I say as I make a Chai tea. "Chai's are my favorite," I smile.

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

I hear the bells on the door ring. "Hello welcome to sunny side up cafe," I greet you from across the room.
"Uh... howdy," I greet the woman at the counter. I dust the snow off my brown leather chaps. Even with the fact that I had lived in this Montana county *is it okay if this takes place in MT?* all my life, I still felt a little out of place. I live a town over, a town that was so tiny that all it had was a few stores and houses. And even in that town, we are about as middle-of-nowhere as humanly possible, on 350 acres of pure wilderness.
"Can I get a... um... Sprite? Or do you have that here? I'm not a... uh, chai person." I say. Stop the stuttering, idiot.
SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape whinnies from outside. A light dusting of snow covers his rump. Shhh, horse! I think desperately.

Great. These fancy town people are going to think that I'm a crazy girl from the sticks.
Well, you are, Willow.
"Hey. Nice horse," I say. "Yes I have sprite," I say as I grab a bottle. I stick the bottle on the counter. "I'm saving my money for a horse, right now all I have is a sloth," I say. Stop babbling! I tell myself.

I crack open the cap, and take a big swig. The bubbles rumble down my throat. As I swallow, I begin to say; "Thanks. That's SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape, or Outlaw. He's a Quarter Horse stallion."

 

[ilovemysilkie]

Quote:
"Yes," I say as I make a Chai tea. "Chai's are my favorite," I smile.

I nudge SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape into a smooth, rocking lope. I see the cafe up ahead, and I am eager to get there. People pay no attention to my horse as I ride past; they are used to this cowgirl's means of transportation. I pull Outlaw up gently and he stops obediently. I give him a big pat on the shoulder, and dismount. I tie him to the lamppost outside, and push the door of the cafe open.

I hear the bells on the door ring. "Hello welcome to sunny side up cafe," I greet you from across the room.
"Uh... howdy," I greet the woman at the counter. I dust the snow off my brown leather chaps. Even with the fact that I had lived in this Montana county *is it okay if this takes place in MT?* all my life, I still felt a little out of place. I live a town over, a town that was so tiny that all it had was a few stores and houses. And even in that town, we are about as middle-of-nowhere as humanly possible, on 350 acres of pure wilderness.
"Can I get a... um... Sprite? Or do you have that here? I'm not a... uh, chai person." I say. Stop the stuttering, idiot.
SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape whinnies from outside. A light dusting of snow covers his rump. Shhh, horse! I think desperately.

Great. These fancy town people are going to think that I'm a crazy girl from the sticks.
Well, you are, Willow.
"Hey. Nice horse," I say. "Yes I have sprite," I say as I grab a bottle. I stick the bottle on the counter. "I'm saving my money for a horse, right now all I have is a sloth," I say. Stop babbling! I tell myself.

I crack open the cap, and take a big swig. The bubbles rumble down my throat. As I swallow, I begin to say; "Thanks. That's SOS Avalanche Outlaw's Escape, or Outlaw. He's a Quarter Horse stallion."
I look at my watch. "Well my shift is over," I say. My boss walks over and hands me my paycheck . "Wow! I have enough for a horse now!" I jump in joy. "Where did you get Outlaw?" I ask you.