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Post by zoe on Apr 28, 2011 21:20:04 GMT -5
It had taken Zoe's parents the better half of two hours to get her to even consider taking a walk outside. Since the storms had all passed, the weather just the right temperature with a slight breeze. It was a gorgeous sunny day with the occasional passing cloud. Zoe had seen it all from her bedroom window of her parent's house, where she's been trapped for over a year. She could hear the neighbor's children outside playing. Their screeches of ecstasy made her ill and she had to shut the window to block out the sound. Their joy just fed her anger and frustration. She had woken in an okay mood that morning and now it was all just flushed down the tubes. She was laying across her bed, skimming through the new Cosmo when her mother popped in to make matters worse. Since then, Zoe spent half of the time trying to get her mother to leave her alone and close the door. She was 23 years old for crying out loud; she didn't need her parents babying her. She'd be living back in Louisville if she was allowed to be on her own, and hadn't lost her deposit on the apartment. Without a doctor's okay, she was stuck in this suck-fest. But, in the end she decided to take that walk, mostly to shut her mother up and not have to look at her. Grabbing her crutches, Zoe started to walk down the hall when her legs gave out and she nearly tumbled to the ground. She grabbed the banister quick before that happened but ended up going back to trade her crutches for the walker. It was humiliating to walk in the public view with a piece of equipment used for the elderly, but it was able to hold more of her dead weight than the crutches. She wanted to get her wheelchair back that she lived in until about four months ago, but that physical therapist took it back to force her to use her legs. She had been making good progress until last month when she just got tired of the slow progress. She was no longer paralyzed, that much was obvious, but she was still a ways from regaining the full strength of her legs, even further from racing again. She finally admitted to herself that her career as a jockey was over. Zoe slid along town slowly with her walker, meeting the stares head on with glares that dared people to say something to her. She was in no mood for the pity questions and stares; she got enough of that in the hospital. Her legs used to feel foreign to her, now they were as useless as her appendix. They worked, but resisted most movement so it took her twice as long to do things as it would a normal person. It was frustrating, but by now it was just something she lived with. Finally making it to the park, she found a vacant, isolated bench along the jogging path and sat down beneath a maple tree. Placing her walker to the side of the bench, Zoe pulled her canvas bag onto her lap and extracted the Cosmo she had been reading, opening it to where she had stopped. tag open for anyone notes yay, zoe!
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Apr 28, 2011 21:51:02 GMT -5
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Post by zoe on Apr 28, 2011 22:08:38 GMT -5
It seemed like a waste for her to even be outside at all since she wasn't paying any attention to her surroundings. The point of going to a park was to enjoy good weather and appreciate nature, she was doing neither. Okay, that was a bit of a lie. She was enjoying the peace and quiet of isolation from the rest of the park. Joggers strode by, but none of them acknowledged her. They were all wrapped up in their work outs or conversations with their running partners. Zoe used to be one of them. She was constantly jogging around Louisville and on the backside of Churchill Downs. She ran the treadmill in the jockey's lounge and rode the mechanical horse when she didn't have any genuine mounts that day. But that was a time that was long gone. She did use the treadmill still, but it was for physical therapy and didn't go any faster than two miles per hour. She was a senior citizen in a 23-year-old body. Flipping the page in her magazine, she heard another jogger coming up the path but paid no attention to them until they were right on top of her, almost literally. The girl had crashed right into Zoe's walker and was now on the ground at her feet. An amused grin pulled at the corners of her mouth, but she tried to hold it back. Well, that was the highlight of her day. Leaning forward, she grabbed the walker and sat it upright at the jogger got up looking rather pissed off. "Might want to run with your eyes open next time." Zoe retorted, sliding the device back where it was. She moved her bag for the girl to sit but acted as though it were a hassle to do so. The last thing she was in the mood to do today was deal with another bitchy attitude to match her own. Then again, it might help some of her pent-up anger.
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Post by evelyn keely garland on Apr 28, 2011 22:31:09 GMT -5
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Post by zoe on Apr 30, 2011 22:06:04 GMT -5
The one thing about Cosmo magazine was that the majority of it was of sexual nature. Best sec positions, what guys look for in girls, how to let a guy know your interested, yada yada. It was all interesting, entertaining, and informative to read, except for the fact that Zoe had no love life. Not that she really cared. In the past she was too wrapped up in her career, now she was in just too much of a terrible mood to care. Not only that, she didn't believe guys would be looking at a girl who couldn't walk properly on her own without some sort of artificial support. Pathetic was the general term to describe her life now. Pathetic and irascible. "Well, you can't always assume the trail is going to be exactly as it was the last time you ran on it. Makes an ass out of you and me, but mostly you." Zoe snapped without bothering to look at the girl. She was trying to read the "Confessions" pieces in Cosmo. They were her favorite part, some of them were simply hilarious. Others were just plain stupidity. Either way she got a good laugh. However, she wasn't getting any where with this girl riding her ass still about tripping over the walker. Zoe didn't understand how that was her fault at all. It wasn't like it was in the middle of the path. If that girl had been any closer to the side she would have hit the bench instead of the walker. Would Zoe have gotten blamed for that too? "Guess the same goes for you then, eh? But I think you'd have better luck with pulling the stick out of your ass." Zoe had en excuse to be a bitch, being bitched at for doing nothing. She wasn't the uncoordinated klutz here. If she wouldn't make an embarrassment of herself, Zoe would get up and leave. However, it lost it's effect without the sharp, exaggerated movement, instead she simply turned the page of Cosmo to the "Guy Confessions."
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Post by evelyn keely garland on May 9, 2011 11:12:22 GMT -5
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Post by zoe on May 11, 2011 18:02:21 GMT -5
"So how come out of the twenty or so joggers that have passed, you're the only one to face plant?" Zoe snapped. She was getting tired of this girl projecting her anger onto Zoe. Then again, Zoe was doing the same thing to her. Still, she was the one who started it by not paying attention to where she was going. Zoe knew for a fact her walker was out of the way of the joggers. Of all of them that passed by her bench, this girl was the only one to get up close and personal with the pavement. Again, that was not her fault, yet she was being treated as though she had a personal vendetta against this bitch. Well, maybe she did now, but a minute ago she was just another jogger Zoe had no interest in. She still could are less about this girl, but it was hard to ignore someone who was verbally attacking you, she had no choice but to retaliate, that was how she was. She didn't appreciate being attacked, in any meaning of the word, and would stand her ground. Being a female jockey in a male dominated profession taught her how to hold her own and not be intimidated. She was even given a pair of honorary cojones after a stretch battle in the Travers Stakes four years ago, ducking to the rail in the stretch, a place no one likes to be in the mud. It had been a moment of many that were deemed unforgettable. She'd won by half a length. There weren't going to be moments like that anymore, so Zoe held tightly to the ones she had. Zoe listened to the girl bitch some more but it was really starting to get on her nerves. "Oh for the love of..." She closed her magazine and slapped it on her legs in aggravated movements. "Listen, nothing is predictable. No matter how many times you've done it, or seen it, or heard it. So just get used to the disappointment." She scowled, picking up her Cosmo once again, signifying the end of the conversation. However, she wouldn't be the least surprised if she received some sort of smart comeback.
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