Some Kind Of Different ( Sync / open! )

[Phantom]

It was starting to get dark outside as Kyle pulled up in his silver Dodge Ram truck, similar to his cousin's, but Kyle claimed that his truck was special (the only difference is the color) Kyle literally hopped out his truck, and closer inspection, actually closer inspection wasn't needed. Kyle's truck was entirely covered in mud, it wasn't even something joke around with, it was a muddy truck. He was probably muddin on the country roads before he headed out here. Who knows how he managed to find a muddy road while it was nearly pitch black back out that way. He backed up a few steps to admire his truck, enjoying all of the mud that was smeared across the tires and such. He placed his hands on his hips and whistled "Thats just art right there" he smiled happily at his errr 'artwork'. He closed the truck door, locked it and put his keys in his pocket. It was the first time he had come to this place, and he was a bit too excited about it. He pushed opened the door of the establishment and sat down at a table way in the back, heaven knows why. He smiled broadly as a female waitress came up to him and said What would you like sir? Kyle grinned for a few more moments and then said jokingly "Maybe a nice little waitress? Nah...just water" He watched as the waitress looked him for what seemed like forever and then nodded and walked away. Kyle smiled to himself thinking that was a good end to his day. He looked around as his phone starting ringing and he quickly answered it, he muttered into the phone "Cousin! Hey!" He said rather excitely into the phone. He listened for a few moments and then said, a bit more calm, "Okay, will do" he said hanging up. Today was a good day he thought as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

[sync]

A leather clad foot pressed down on the break and the ole' rust bucket was thrown into park. The twenty six year old Irish chap whistled happily as he opened up the door to his dirt splattered red truck. His whistle ceased when he glanced to the truck he was parked beside. He thought his truck was dirty, this one took it to a whole new level. Do I really want to know what it's driver has been up to? he asked himself aloud. He shook his head, his hand reaching up to adjust the beanie that had fallen slightly over his eyes. He had just come from the animal shelter, and had fallen in love with a young appaloosa filly. He smiled at the picture of her that formed in his mind, glad that he would hopefully be adopting her. He then thought to his American paint and sighed. That mare was to be the vain of his existence. They had been riding out the other day, and she decided that no, she was going to stop and torment an Arabian who was passing innocently with her rider. He chuckled, actually slightly glad of Clover's mood. He had gotten to meet Rachel, the owner of Evergreen ranch. It had turned out to be a pleasant ride, in the end.

He shoved open the door to the coffee shop with his shoulder, too lazy to reach out with his arm to open is manually. He reached up to take his sunglasses from his face and hooked them onto the top of his shirt. He smiled to a few people he had seen around the town before and made his way over to a vacant table. As soon as he sat, a waitress shimmied on over to him. Hello there darling. he spoke in husky Irish vocals. The waitress blushed slightly, and giggled a greeting. He smiled back pleasantly and answered his question on what he wanted. Hmm, How about an Orange juice? he asked and she nodded. Thats sweetheart. he said. He looked to the table beside him. Good service here, hey? he chuckled to the man, who looked a little younger than himself, sat at the table beside him. He watched as the waitress came back over, placing the OJ in front of him. She asked if he would like something else, and he shook his head. If I do though, I'll be sure to ask you. He smiled and leaned back in his chair. Such a beautiful day.

WORDS! 420
TAGS! Phantom/Anyone else who wants to join.
NOTES! Hmm, not my favorite post, but not my worst either.
OUTFIT! Outfit!, Truck!

[Phantom]

Kyle looked up as the same waitress brought a glass of water for him and set it down on the table. He smiled again "Thanks" he said gratefully as the waitress walked away. He just loved messing with people, at least he was friendly. Friendly was good, right? He looked over as heard someone else speaking to him "Best service around" He laughed jokingly although it was true. He looked back at his water and watched the drops slide down the glass. And then he thought about what he was doing, what was he doing? He wasn't a daydream believer like his cousin! He wanted to slap himself for getting distracted like that and he took a sip from the glass and sat it back down, he should have went to the tavern. He hadn't had a drink for ages and it was killer on his mind. No he wasn't an alcholic, he just liked drinking, wait wasn't that an alcholic? Okay he wasn't the crazed drinker that drunk all the time, lets go with that. He decided to pass the time and talked to the man, who seemed a bit older than him, that was sitting at the table next to him. "What brings you here mate?" He was being quite silly using a bit of Austrailian dialogue but hey his dad was Australian, guess some of that Australian spice rubbed off on him, little pixie dust here and there.

[sync]

He chuckled as the man beside him agreed with his statement. He looked around slowly, not really taking anything in. He was thinking of Clover, his damn mare. He needed to do something with her before she decided to become more of a pain in the ass. Maybe he could work her more. He pushed that idea to the back of his mind. He rode her every day, he didn't want to wear her out. Maybe this filly he was looking into adopting would calm her down. He doubted it, but it was good to hope. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a question sounding in his ear. Fancied a change, plus, Needed somewhere else to storm through the competitions with my mare. he chuckled, turning to face the guy beside him. How about you? You ride? he asked, rolling two questions into one. The Irish bloke's hazel orbs were now on the guy who looked agitated by something. He just assumed it was something he had been thinking of.

Oh, I'm Niall O'Mally by the way. he offered to his new companion. The dark haired man lifted his hand to his chin and noted that he still had not shaved, something he needed to do. He looked to the left and saw the waitress looking over to him. He waved her over, which she did immediately. Got any chocolate chip cookies? he asked, and when she nodded asked for her to bring him one. He was craving something to eat, and a cookie would have to do now. He hoped it would be a good one, because he only expected the best after his grand parents recipe. His grandmother was a cooking genius. How long you been in town? he asked, his attention turned back to his companion.

WORDS! 301
TAGS! Phantom/Anyone else who wants to join.
NOTES! Crap post, sorry >_<
OUTFIT! Outfit!, Truck!

[Phantom]

Kyle was brought back to reality when he had heard the man say something else to him. "I came here looking for some mischief" he added jokingly remembering his muddied truck outside, he didn't plan on washing it either. He thought about the subject of riding "I ride here and there, my mare isn't the nicest nag in the world" He cleared his mind as he thought about his mare back at his cousin's property. He loved that mare no matter how difficult she could be sometimes, she was a worthy horse to have, for himself anyway, since she had seemed to only taking a liking to him.

"It's nice to meet you, mate" He did it again, he didn't know why his Australian qualities seemed to take over his Texan qualities later in the day in such. Maybe it was a release the beast kind of thing. He smiled and introduced himself "The name's Kyle Joe Currington." He figured that many people called him by his first and middle name, Kyle Joe "Most people call me Kyle" he added shortly thereafter. Then he replied to the next question Niall had thrown at him "I came here just a bit over 48 hours ago. However it doesn't take that long for me to stir up trouble" He laughed, mostly to himself.