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 Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 6:47 pm
Gunpowder neighed as he was halted and hit on the noise, giving a violent snort at Fall. He hadn't appreciated her interving.
Ichabod, on the other hand, was very greatful though he couldn't quite express right then. He was resting face down on the ground, unmoving after being released from the dragging torture.
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 2:58 pm
Fall looked over Ichabod curiously. She wondered if he was dead. Looking around, she picked up a stick, keeping Gunpowder's reins in her hand. "You know, you silly horse, you're very rude to beat up the one who feeds you. And very foolish. She said, walking over to Ichabod. With the stick, she proceeded to poke him. "Hey, you...you alright, Sir?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 3:22 pm
Gunpowder neighed, as though proud of what he'd done. He clicked his tongue a bit when she brought up the fact that Ichabod fed him but just neighed again as though brushing it off.
Ichabod groaned as he was poked. He lifted his head slightly from the ground, looking through squinted eyes at Fall. He gave a slight grunt as he pushed the stick away and managed to get up onto his knees.
"Bloody horse..." he growled, rubbing his eyes lightly before looking at Fall again. "I suppose it's an understatement but... yes... I'm alright."
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 4:00 pm
Fall tossed the stick aside, giving a dirty look to the horse. With a sigh she held out a hand to Ichabod. "Need help? She asked him." She wondered what kind of misfortunate fool he was, and what his purpose was in her little town. "What's your name?" She asked him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:28 pm
Ichabod gave a nod, taking the hand offered to him and pulling himself to his feet. He brushed the dirt from his tailcoat before answering her.
"Thank you kindly young lady," he said, straightening his sleeves a bit and smoothing out wrinkles.
"The name is Ichabod Crane, traveling school teacher and detective sent to investigate the mysterious 'Headless Horseman' mystery," he told her, giving a slight nod and looking at her curiosly.
"And yourself, might I ask?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:11 pm
Fall took a kirtsy to Ichabod and smiled lightly. ~He'll not make a week~ She arose to speak her own name. "You're welcome. It's nice to meet you, Mr. Crane. I'm Fall Hargreaves, local aristocrat and young learner." She said with a kind smile.
"I don't know if you should go investigating those murders..." She said, looking up at him in a somewhat serious, somewhat childish fashion.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 2:54 pm
Ichabod gave a slight bow after Fall had introduced herself.
"Well then it's nice to meet you, Ms. Hargreaves. Will I get the fortune to teach you once I get the schoolhouse up and running?" He asked, blinking and giving a slight frown.
"That's what I told them too. But you can see how far that got me," he replied, tugging at his collar flaps. "But since I'm here I might as well... besides, if it is all a hoax, then what do I have to fear?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:14 pm
Fall blinked and looked to the side a moment, before looking back at Ichabod. She gave a pleasent smile, handing over Gunpowder's reins.
"I should expect so, Mr. Crane." She said kindly. "Can you manage your horse? Where are you staying, if you don't mind my asking. I could help you with him until you get there." She said happily.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:21 pm
Ichabod gave a slight nod, glancing at Gunpowder and giving a serious frown.
"Well to be honest, I was to plan my own accomodations... unfortunately..." he grumbled, remembering being told at the last minute about it. He looked to Fall again.
"Would you be so kind as to lead me to the nearest Inn? Or place to eat, I'm starved," he asked her kindly.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 10:34 am
Fall nodded and turned to her side. She pointed down the road as she looked Ichabod in the eye. "There's an Inn that serves daily meals just down the road. I think it's inexpensive, too." She said. A few of the town's folk walked past the pair, some having stood there ever since Ichabod was being drug by Gunpowder. "I can fix your horse up with a stable, if you'd like, Sir?" She asked. "By the way, what is your horse's name?" She asked curiously, as she began to walk towards the Inn.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:11 pm
"Well that sounds just fine! Inexpensive is always a nice touch too," he replied, blinking and giving a sour glance at his horse.
"I'd much appreciate it, seeming as at the moment he doesn't like me to much. And his name is Gunpowder. Suiting, wouldn't you agree?" He asked, searching his person to make sure his money pouch hadn't come unattached in his ordeal. He gave a nod when he found it hadn't and blinked, notcing the people staring at him. He gave an awkwardly confused face before looking back at Fall.
"Is something wrong with them?" He asked.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:43 pm
Fall giggled under her breath at his question. The people buzzed about whispering to one another about Ichabod and his horse. "They're just watching you. You're a stranger in the town, and you made your entrance being drug by a horse." She explained. "This way, Mr. Crane." She instructed, waving her hand for him to come over.
The Inn wasn't crowded, infact there were only about 2 other people taking residence in there. The manager greeted Ichabod with a smile.
"Why, hello, Sir! How may I assist you.....are you alright, Sir?" He asked, looking Ichabod up and down. Fall took Gunpowder around to the stables in the back, eyeing him suspiciously the whole way.
"Gunpowder, hmm...well you'll be a kind horse by the time Ichabod leaves. Won't you." She said to him.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 3:58 pm
Ichabod blinked and gave a small frown, looking at the crowd of people as a tint of embarassment crossed his face.
"Well now... that's a ... go enough reason," he replied with a slight stutter, giving a small cough and following after Fall.
Ichabod looked the inn over with satisfaction, blinking and looking down at himself when the manager did.
"Oh uhm... just a little incident with my horse... you know," he said, clearing his throat and reaching for his money pouch.
"But enough of that, I'd like to book a room if you please. And could I possibly get a meal too? I'm famished..." he asked, giving a smile at the manager.
Gunpowder snorted, giving Fall the same testy look he'd given Ichabod a while before. He didn't like the sound of what she said, and snorted again as though a sign that he would need a lot of breaking before he gave in to her wishes.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:46 pm
Fall tied Gunpowder up to a post and patted his side before closing the gate she'd lead him in and walking to the pile of hay he was to be fed. She sifted through a bucket of apples next to the hay until she found a ripe red one. Turning to Gunpowder, she thought inwardly about Ichabod and his purpose here. All the while rolling the apple in her fingers.
"Sure thin', Sir. Thad'll be twenny dollars." The manager said, writing up Ichabod's room and meal charges. Finally, he handed Ichabod the key to his room. "13, Sir." He said with a smile.
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Posted: Fri Dec 01, 2006 4:57 pm
"Yes, yes. That works perfectly," he said, digging though the pouch and producing the amount for his charges. He paid the manager and took his keys, giving a smile and nodding.
"Thank you very much Sir. I'm very appreciative," he replied, stepping back and giving a slight bow before heading back out to the stables.
He entered and blinked, noticing Fall seeming to stare at an apple.
"Thank you for helping me find the Inn Ms. Hargreaves. I'd probably would've been lost without your help," he replied, snatching up his sadle quickly from Gunpowders back and storing it away, grabbing his things off of it as well.
"How can I repay your kindness? It's certainly something I must do."
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