Writer's Block ?!

[jay terry]

Jay Terry

Sighing, Jay walked out of the cold, bitter air - why he had chosen to walk he hadn't the foggiest idea - and into the warm lobby of the cinema. Why was it that his feet had chosen to carry him here? Most often he went in a rut and went to the stables to see one of his two horses, but today was far to cold to go riding. Today he just wanted to hang around some place, perhaps cause some trouble. Jay had only begun to realize how boring his life really was. He walked up to the desk, his hand in his pocket and quickly bought a small bag of acid drops. Acid drops were his favourite candy, sometimes you could only find them in Toronto. They were little sour candies with juice in the center, otherwise hard.

Looking around, he bitterly saw that there seemed to be no good films out. Some movie starring Jenifer Lopez, a chic flick, most defantly, than he knew he didn't want to see, a re-showing of Public Enemies, nothing particularly good. Sighing, he went to sit down at one of the many booths in the cinema. Just before sitting down, he reached into his back pocket and grabbed his reporter's notebook. Jay liked writing little stories, one day hoped to be either a jockey or a news writer. Or even a novelist. He saw a mother and a daughter, a man that looked like a hippie, Wow, that's strange. Random Hippie in the cinema, anyone? He thought with a smirk.

Looking down at the paper, he wondered what he could possably write about. There had to be something interesting here, it was a cinema for pete's sake! There had to be loads of strangeness that he could write about here. He was sick of writing about training with Rhythm, the world's brattiest horse. Sighing yet again, he closed that notebook and opened his reporter's scetch book, opening to a clean page and starting to sketch a picture of Rhythm.

[sandywhiskers]

A rather tall, slim, pretty girl walked into the cinema, slowly shutting the door behind her, shivering at the sudden change of heat from inside to outside. Kathryne glanced around, seeing very few people dotted around the booths. She sighed and sat down, near somebody she thought she'd seen around school; a Year Ten, just a year below her, she thought. She slid her silver backpack off of her shoulders, and pulled out her notepad, where the ideas of a random story were scribbled down. Glancing over, she saw that he had a notebook too, and a sketchpad. Curious, she quietly peered over his shoulder, then ducked away when he turned round. "Uh... sorry," she said, blushing and smiling shyly. "You're good at drawing. Tonnes better than me, at least!" She kept a small smile on her face, and flicked a curl of her from her green eyes, hoping to seem friendly. "Do you go to Sonnisle Acadamy? I'm Kathryne, I'm in Year Eleven there."

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[jay terry]

His hand slid over the drawing as he turned his head around, seeing the girl. In all truth, Jay didn't think he was very good at drawing at all. He had horrable, unreadable hand writing, also. "Thank you, but in all truth, I am awful at drawing." He muttered, running his hand through his hair.

On his hands were cloth gloves with the fingers ripped out, and his was wearing dark denim jeans. He had a tee shirt under a heavy jacket. On his feet were his feathered boots he used for riding in the winter, and they were keeping his feet warm and his legs - for the most part - dry. He looked back down at the sketch, closing the book and setting both of them next to him on the seat. "Yes, I do. I'm a year ten." He said, and trying to be polite, he said, "You're welcome to sit down. I'm Jay Terry." He said, his blue-gray eyes gesturing to the seat across from him.

[sandywhiskers]

She smiled. "Well, that makes two of us, then. I can't draw anything. Is that your horse?" Seeming genuinely interested, she switched to the seat beside him, and glanced around. Trying to make conversation, she continued, "I have a horse. Her name is Maryan." She tilted her head slightly, to gaze at him fully, as she always did when talking to somebody new. It unnerved some people, but her father had always told her to make full eye contact when talking to new aqquaintances. She smiled softly, thinking of her father, cloudy green eyes shining softly.

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[jay terry]

Jay bit his lip, closing both of the notebooks and shoving them back in his navy fold-over messenger bag. "Yes, one of them." He said, knowing very well which one it was. Freedom was a appoloosa, white with russet markings. Rhythm was a bay horse with a blaze and black mane and tail. Rhythm was a real brat sometimes, never going quite the way he wanted, but she always worked it out eventually. Jay always won races with her. "That one is Freedom. I just got him. He isn't too broken in yet..." Jay laughed.

Freedom was the sweetest horse ever, Jay was sure, but only when he got used to you. But he was a short horse, too. He was sure once he broke the little guy in he would be fine. Jay couldn't help meeting her eyes, it was a bit akward, but still, it was something you were supposed to do when talking to someone. "Rhythm is my other horse. She's in shows and such. I hope sometime soon Freedom can too." He said, blinking his blue-gray eyes a couple times.

[sandywhiskers]

The Year Eleven dropped her gaze slightly, seeing he was uncomfortable. "Cool. I only have Maryan, and I don't show her. I really ride her for fun, and she's got such a sweet personality, you'd think she'd been a human." She chuckled slightly. She knew they both felt a bit awkward right now, but it was good to find another person who liked horses. "So... are you seeing a movie, or just getting out of the cold?" she inquired, glancing down at her phone to check the time, hoping she hadn't made him miss a movie or whatever. She lifted her head, brunette curls swaying, to glance at the screenings currently. "Huh... doesn't seem like there's much good stuff on at the moment." She snorted slightly, catching sight of the dewy-eyed actors staring at each other in the posters advertising love films. "Love is so over-rated," she murmured quietly, partly wishing he didn't hear and partly wishing he did.

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[jay terry]

Jay nodded. Well, showing is kind of my job... He thought bitterly, knowing how awful it could be having to bring his show horses to kids' birthday parties. That was really rhe worst bit of showing horses. Jay was fine with the cold, the rain, practicing every day no matter how cold. He was fine with grooming the horses, cleaning out their stalls. He looked around at the movie posters.

"Nope. I just got back from a practice session, just getting out of the cold." He said, his Canadian accent almost overwhelming. He liked his accent, though. He liked the crisp almost Frenchness of it. "These all look like movies my sister would like." He sighed. "I wish they were showing Armengeddon again. That was really good." Jay said. He couldn't help loving Bruce Willis in that movie, and the Aerosmith songs in it weren't bad either.

[sandywhiskers]

Kath nodded. "Um... I've never seen that film," she laughed, eyes shining. "Don't often go to the movies, to be honest. I prefer to be at home and socialize. Well, at the acadamey, I mean. Though I'd never say no if I was invited to the Nite Life club, it's awesome there." She was sifting through the pockets in her skinny jeans as she spoke, looking for money to buy a drink. "Darn... I'm broke." She grinned.

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[jay terry]

Jay let his mind wander to his horses too much. Really, more like all of his pets. He was told he had too many pets, but he took good care of all of them, so he couldn't be punished for it. He looked up at the girl, an innocent look on his face. It was obvious he didn't want to flirt. "What do you want to drink? I'll cover you." He said.

Jay rested his head on his fists, giving off a stoned, bored look. He felt his phone vibrate un his pocket and a few moments later, he heard the ringtone of his phone going off. It was Monkey Wrench, by the Foo Fighters. He paused, listening to it for a moment, and then took it out of his pocket, looking at the caller ID. Jon Watt is what it said. A smile perked on Jay's face. 'Bout time one of his mates called!

Opening the phone up, Jay reluctantly picked up the phone and said, "'Bout time you called, you hoser!" He said, right before Jon burst into talking about what everyone back in Toronto was doing. Jo-Jon, I have to go. I'm busy. I have to go!" He said. Jay rolled his eyes when Jon replied. "What, having a snogging sesion? 'Bout time." Jay glared at the wall. "Good-bye, Jon." He said, then turning back to the girl, he said, "Sorry. Crazy mates back home. But you'd know all 'bout that, wouldn't you?" He said, sounding like a Quebecian.

[sandywhiskers]

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll just have one when I get home or something. Thanks, anyway.”
Kathryne heard a phone vibrate; she placed her hand on her bag, unsure if it was hers or his. It was Jay’s, though, so she returned her hand to lay in her lap. She couldn’t hear what the other person was saying, but smirked when the year ten rolled his eyes. She waited until he had finished on the phone.
‘Sorry. Crazy mates back home. But you'd know all 'bout that, wouldn't you?’
She laughed. “Definitely. My friends back at home were absolutely mental. Never stopped talking, or planning something or the other. I was the only one out of them to come here.... it’s alright, though; I have new friends here.”