Mommas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

C'mon darlin', we're almost there.

[is that an Axel? it sounds a little like one, but with a twang in his voice that sounds as warm and smooth as it does completely out of place. there's also the tell-tale clop-clop-clop of hooves.

a door in one of the many hallways is shoved open and a tall, lanky man in blue denim, heavy leather chaps, a beaten leather jacket over a plaid flannel button-down, and a dark brown ten-gallon hat shoved down on his messy red hair. the brim is so low that he can't see too much when he enters the hallway and he's a little busy knocking the piles of snow and ice off his shoulders, hat, and horse.

yes. his horse. he turns back around, tipping his hat back while he wipes the snow off its back, and the saddle and pack that's strapped to it.]

See there, Caroline? All your fussin' was for nothin'. We made it just fine and now we can tuck in for some good...

[he trails off right there, because he just got a look at his surroundings]

What in the hell...?

This one of those practical jokes? Don't look practical to me...

[ooc: ....uh, yeah. I don't really have a good excuse for this! But have a COWBOY AXEL. He hails from the American Southwest, circa December 31st, 1870, and will act accordingly.]

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[dawnrise]

[Here, have a female Riku, coming out of another door and... stopping to stare. She's looking a little confused, because it's not every day you see a horse in the middle of the hall.]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[he's staring right back.

and then he takes his hat off because you don't keep your hat on around a lady]

Uh, s'cuse me ma'am, but you wouldn't know what's goin' on, would ya?

[dawnrise]

[Hang on a sec, she's going to look off a bit, fighting against the urge to smirk. She crosses her arms - and she's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, for the record, which he might find odd.]

Yeah, I can explain.

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[odd ain't even the half of it, but he's been slapped before for asking a woman where her knickers went]

You gonna, or do I hafta beg for it?

[dawnrise]

[Alright, that makes her smirk.]

Not my style.

[She slips her hands in her pockets, looking at the horse.]

Wherever you were just now, you're in another world.

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

... you have a horse.

[phrases it almost like a question. almost. but he's stopped dead in the middle of the hall with a cup of coffee in his hands and his eyebrows attempting to escape by crawling as high up his forehead as they can go.]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

Yeah, got somethin' t'say about it?

[he pats said horse's nose] Don't stare like that, you'll hurt her feelins.

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

... [sips his coffee serenely.]

And you have an accent. A really thick accent. I can barely understand what you're saying.

[grinning] Where the hell are you from?

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[he's staring mighty hard at the cup, Roxas] And you sound like one of them high and mighty dudes from the old states, actin' like you're so much better.

[careless shruuuuuug] I'm from wherever I wanna be from.

[twilightfell.livejournal.com]

[puts his lips to the rim of his cup again, as if to drink, but he just keeps smiling, murmuring lowly]

I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Old states? States of what?

Come on, you can do better than that.

[fromshadow]

[well, don't mind this guy walking by with a big box full of torn wrapping paper. he's just now getting around to cleaning out his and tinyku's rooms of the stuff. and try not to be too surprised by the animal ears and tail, yes.]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[ha ha. ha ha ha. ha.

what.

he thinks he's done gone crazy, but the horse...oh, the horse is very interested. she's tugging on the reins, very curious as to what this new thing is. she may or may not be trying to get her lips around the tip of one ear]

[fromshadow]

Wh- hey!

[he jerks away automatically, ears pinning back as he shoots a look at the horse, totally ignoring Axel for the moment.]

Those aren't food.

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[her ears swivel and she huffs at him, tail flicking. she tries for his hair instead, big horse lips trying to gather it up like so much hay. she obviously likes you!

Axel's stare has moved from ears to tail, in the meantime]

[fromshadow]

Oh, come off it.

[he can't smooth his hair back down with his hands full of box, so he's trying to step away farther.]

Little help?

I couldn't help it I'm sorry

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*well, crossing in front of you is... a young man on a chocobo -- a blue chocobo at that, and he's murmuring to it as he leads it down the hall, only one hand on the halter*

... you should know by now not to try to get out of the stables. Can't you go easy on me until I get better?

everyone just wants to scare the poor boy; also 1/3

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

edit~

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

What in the seven blasphemous hells is that?! [also, the horse doesn't like it at all; she's pulling and yanking on the reins, trying to back up through the way they came through, even though it has, sadly, disappeared]

lolz

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*the chocobo doesn't much like you either and warks furiously, puffing up her feathers in your general direction*

Whoa! Whoa, girl! Stop! Everything's fine!

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[he's busy pulling the mare's head up against his body, hurriedly trying to calm her even while trying his damnedest to stare at the giant bird...thing...until it goes away]

Some...some sorta monster...

[wingedhart.livejournal.com]

Not a joke I'm afraid. You're stuck here just like the rest of us.

[Says the amused girl over there.]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

Stuck? Stuck where?

[...he may or may not be investigatin' you with his eyes. a lot.]

[wingedhart.livejournal.com]

Stuck here. Welcome to the Dressing room. Don't ask me why they call it that, they just do.

[What? She's not showing that much skin is she?

Okay, maybe her arms, and back. And some of her stomach and legs. But what needs to be covered, is. ^^]

[curlyredwolf.livejournal.com]

[...looks around] I don't see no dresses.