First Impressions [Open]

[Orry Hazzard]

Orry Hazzard ( ! )

First impressions are important.
You must dress your best.
Dress to impress.
..Outfit..

Black heels crunched the hard gravel as the tall, brown haired woman walked across it. What was her name? Orry Hazzard of course. Orry ran a hand through her brunette hair and adjusted the strap of her messenger bag with her right hand. She moved across the stable yard to the nearest paddock fence. It was white and wooden with woven hot wire in between the wooden slats. She reached the fence and set her elbows on the top slat so she could lean against them. Orry looked out across the paddock. She smiled at the beautiful horses. This time tomorrow she will have her horse here. Gallant Prince. He was a stallion but he was also such a sweet heart. She loved him to death.

Orry continued to watch the horses when they started galloping around. She smiled and quickly rummaged in her bag for her camera. She found it and turned it on. It wasn't long before she got beautiful shots of the horses running. Orry moved away from the fence and walked toward the barns taking pictures of them as well. This place was truly beautiful. She liked it all ready. But she really hoped that Jack liked it. Orry wanted him to be happy at all times. He already didn't have a father, that was bad enough.

She turned her camera off and stuffed it into her bag as she entered the barns. Orry didn't want to scare the horses. She walked down the aisles and looked in every other stall. Some had horses in them others didn't. She petted a horse before moving on and looking inside at the tack room. She pulled her head out and began walking when she ran into something hard. Mmph! Orry gasped and fell to the brick ground. She winced slightly when her bottom made contact with the hard ground. Great. Orry got up and smoothed out her pants before looking at the thing that she had run into. It was a person.

[sorrow]

Charre was daydreaming as she walked, looking at all the pretty horses in their stalls. She had seen the other woman over at the paddocks, taking photos of the playing horses, and was making her way over to talk to her.
She had looked away, and just finished talking to another horse, before she stepped backwards, and spun around, knocking into someone. The girl had walked toward her without either of them noticing, and they had collided, sending the tall dark haired girl onto the floor.
Oh crap! Sorry, I.. I should've looked where I was going. I'm Charre, a new resident. I've just been looking at all the horses. Who are you?
She realized she'd been a little sudden, and reached out her hand to help the girl up. As she looked at her properly, she noticed the person was wearing heels, and was dressed quite smartly. It seemed a bit strange to be wearing the clothes she was around horses, especially those shoes. She thought about her own clothes, knee high paddock boots and scruffy old jeans, she wasn't one to dress up. Hopefully the woman on the floor in front of her was nice enough though, she didn't want to be making enemys first day here.