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Post by Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman on Jun 12, 2011 15:17:04 GMT -5
s h o u l d i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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[/color] His voice trailed off, but then the boy decided that it was the next one in fact. After he fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a sheet of paper with neatly typed instructions. The duo had just arrived at the academy in fact, and he was in the process of settling his mare into the stables, then he’d worry about getting his luggage up into his assigned housing area. He reached the stall and with his free hand he swung open the wooden door, tugging gently on the lead to get the mare to step into the stall. The woodchips were fresh and the water was filled, but it seemed to lack hay or grain for the mare at the present moment. He figured after the long day of traveling, she would need some. The boy was devoted to this horse, considering they’d only been together for four months now, and he felt obligated to meet her best interests before his. The mare’s nerves were already rattled from the trailer ride here so food would help calm her. The ride had in fact produced the shower he’d given her only a short while ago for she had broken quite the sweat during the seven hour drive. After the palomino stepped into the warm depths of the stall, he followed sliding the door closed behind him. His steady hands reached up to the mare’s head and he slid the halter and lead altogether off of her delicate features. He then stepped back and moved over to the door, pushing it open only enough for him to slip through. It latched once more with a muffled click, and the boy moved across to hang the tack upon a hook near the stall. Now where was the food? The boy’s inquisitive eyes shifted this way and that, and for a moment he seemed to sink into his thoughts. At other schools, the feed had been stored away in closets or in another small shed entirely. But then again, this school wasn’t the others. Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman. That was the boy who stood in the aisle looking rather dumbfounded and lost. He was the Hoffman boy, the legacy, the heir to their fortune, and the only thing that could save the reputation that was surely going to crumble once the divorce leaked out. Gabe was the handful though who shifted from school to school due to a rather violent nature, but he had the money and reputation to do such so no one really uttered a word about it. That was the world he lived in, a world where he was admired, revered, and at times even loathed due to the wealthy life that fortune had dealt him. But then, there were the aspects of the boy that did that without the wealth. His natural ambition and willingness to work at things, and somehow his charm and humor seemed to win him more enemies than friends. But, he didn’t hate easy; he tried his best. Detest rose in his gut though, for a figure that seemed so close to the heart; his father. But that’s another story entirely reserved for the private thoughts and sentiments of Gabe’s occasional sleepless nights. He shoved his lightly tanned hands into his pockets and turned to the left, hoping the closet or quarters that contained the horse feed would be down the aisle. [/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,100] words ,756 words tagged ,Open!(: notes ,Don’t mind my ramblings, and please do post. Everyone’s welcome. outfit ,x [/td] [/tr] [/table] [/center]
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 12, 2011 18:44:49 GMT -5
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Post by Rachelle Adrienne Beckett on Jun 13, 2011 14:59:09 GMT -5
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The soft voice carried down the aisle, just a mere whisper of a sound though it echoed louder than ever in the silence of the night. It was sweet and gentle, coming all the way from the other end. The end most avoided because the only horse really kept down there was him. Amore. The lusitano cross was rumored, and proven, to be a vicious contender, attacking his handlers at every turn, chasing them away. Yet, someone had bought him anyway. Some stupid little girl who had decided he was worth the time, worth the effort, worth the danger.
I didn't know that it was so cold and you needed someone to show you the way. So I took your hand and we figured out that when the time comes, I'll take you away.
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[/i] Again the voice came, ignoring the distrusting snort from within the shadowed stall. The mesh was still up across the part usually open for any horse's head to hang over. No one trusted him enough to leave it down. But the blond girl, she nkew that was part of the problem. They'd given him no reason to trust them, so he gave them no reason to trust him. Sighed softly and talking a breath, careful hands reached up to unclip the mesh, earning her the perk forward of one curious ear before it joined the other one in being buried in the long, knotted mane. If you want to, I can save you. I can take you away from here. So lonely inside, so busy out there. And all you wanted was somebody who cares.[/i] Her voice, that perfect singing voice she didn't care to perform with, faded out as she fell quiet and the mesh fell away. There was a pause, but she knew wht was coming. It was way she'd saved this for so late at night, when there was no one here to stop her from "being an idiot". Because she knew that although this was dangerous, it was needed. He charged. She didn't move a muscle. The surprised reaction was instantaneous. He slid to a stop, shavings flying up at the stall door. His ears were still buried, his teeth bared and snapping out, but he didn't connect. He could have if he wanted to, she knew. He'd done it before with others. Heart pounding, pulse racing faster than it should, she put her hand out anyway, appearing fearless though that was perhaps all she felt. Well, fer and hope. On her palm rest a single, white sugar cube. He eyed her, stopping his snapping, stomping gesture to chase her off. Carefully, he lipped it up and shifted back to the far end of the stall again, eying her suspiciously. Good boy.She whispered softly, dropping a few more for him to find in his pile of hay before she backed away, finally looking down toward the voice she'd heard echoing from the other end, then heading that way for the sake of conversation. She'd leave the mesh down until she left. The poor thing deserved at least that much. [/size][/color][/justify][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman on Jun 13, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
s h o u l d i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
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His steps were casual and if any emotion could be attributed to it was exhaustion. They dragged a little, pulling his red sneakers along behind him. His fingers dug deeper into his jeans, suddenly feeling the slight chill of either the air or the fact that he seemed alone. He’d never been one to be dependent, but he was on human interaction. It was just that confident, outgoing detail that desired not to late his talent of being a natural people person go to waste, yeah that was it.
A single pebble rolled along in front of his shoes, as he gently ushered it down the aisle with his feet. It rattled as it scurried forward, but the boy seemed unheeding of any attention it might grab, he figured it’d blend in with the songs of the crickets. He considered humming but decided against it, a little bit of frustration growing at his reoccurring indecision. Slowly a sigh escaped from his pursed lips, but it was cut short as something disturbed his quiet meandering. Gabe turned, straightening up a bit as he did. As expected, a girl stood nearby, bathed in the faint but warm gold light of the aisle. A horse stood nearby, looking like Gabe with drooping eyes. But the boy would not allow such and seemed to wake up when under the presence of someone else.
“Well you see, it seems my carefully prepared instructions,” He pulled out the crumpled white paper with a few lines of text – explaining his room and stall placements – and gesturing towards them continued, “Didn’t quite tell me where I could get feed for Queenie over there.” A sheepish grin fell upon the boy’s features, his natural humor sparkling in his eyes. At the mention of her name the anxious palomino seemed to lean forward, casting her dainty head over the stall door to peer down the aisle at Gabe. He turned his gaze back to the girl, and found himself admiring the smile that hovered upon her features.
Glancing down the aisle, he took note of another girl headed their direction. The people here must not have to get up too early he figured with a light smile. He waved at the other girl, a simple and polite gesture and flashed a smile in her direction. Then he turned back to the first girl, “There sure are a lot of pretty blondes here,” He remarked with a good natured wink, then offered his hand to her, “I’m Gabe Hoffman.” The boy didn’t mean anything by his words or actions, other than the truth that is.
His easygoing attributes allowed him to lean back slightly as he seemed to adjust more to the conversation now than feeding his nervous mount. Just like the horse, the young man was a bit off of his norm; and conversation was one thing he would need to ease into this new school. And hey, if all the students were girls, he’d be perfectly fine here. Now the question is, would Q over there settle into it as well as her hopeful and confident rider was predicting? The antsy Akhal-Teke probably wouldn’t be as easy to convince, but Gabe was willing to work with her in order to do such. He had a chance here to do something he’d been meaning to here, hone in his riding skills and get the chance to compete. He was more than ready for that aspect, and tomorrow he was determined to get out there and ride bright and early. | [atrb=width,100]words ,721 words tagged ,Gabe, Fei, Rachelle. notes ,Hope you guys like him. (: outfit ,x |
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 13, 2011 22:50:43 GMT -5
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[/div] » » YOU'RE SO HYPNOTIZING. could you be the devil could you be an angel your touch
magnetizing Feels like I am floating Leaves my body glowing They say be afraid You're not like the others Futuristic lover Different DNA They don't understand you Fei raised a brow. "I'm a red head," she said with a slight smirk to her smile. "Now, as for feed, there is a hay barn right out the back of the barn to the left. A light should click on when you walk out the back and you'll see it. The alfalfa is to the left, timothy is next to that, then orchard, then oat, and finally barley. I usually feed alfalfa to my guys at night." She mentally thought, 'what the heck does he care what you feed you're horses idiot? He probably already has her on a schedule!'
Fei smiled again and waved at Elle. Usually people brought their own hay in for the first couple of weeks after a move, so nothing changes and they don't risk colicking from different feeds. Well at least that's what Fei does.... Fei grabbed some carrots. "I could help you out if you want?" She asked, handing Largo a couple of carrots, which he eagerly took. "Just give me a second to rinse Largo down and I'll be right there." She turned the hose on and stuck it on jet to clean off Largo's three socks, which were covered in a dirty black and brown outline of his boots. She then changed it to center as she squirt all the foam off his body. Dirty air bubbles trickled down the gelding's legs and pooled into the drain in the center of the wash rack floor. She finished him quickly, only changing the spray to shower when she washed his face and inbetween his back legs. She twisted the water off and squirt the remaining water out, so it wouldn't drip, and set the hose back on it's rack. She then sweat scraped Largo quickly and went and helped the kid.
"I'm Feiara, Feiara von der Leyen. Yes I know, long name. Just call me Fei," she said with a smile. words, outfit, whatever you want
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Post by Rachelle Adrienne Beckett on Jun 14, 2011 6:38:08 GMT -5
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Flattery will get you nowhere on my end.
A small, vaguely amused smile accompanied the comment. Amused that he was even trying, of course. Most would assume that a rich girl, with the classic blond hair and blue eyes, would traditionally be the flirt. The one who was easy to get. She defied the stereotype - and she prided herself on doing so. She didn't want to be typical. She just wanted to be normal. She stuck out a hand to shake, polite manners still kicking in.
Elle Beckett.
She wasn't going to mention she vaguely recogized him from somewhere. She figured it was probably anotehr case of "famous rich family". She know all about that, what with her family being one of them. Not in general business or anything of course, but when you owned one of the biggest oil companies in North America, you just had that kind of money that got you in everywhere. Which she only liked, of course, because it meant nice cars and nice horses and not having to live in the dorms. Even that, she'd had to blackmail out of him. She was pretty sure he preferred to spend the money on his love affair rather than his own family.
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Post by Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman on Jun 14, 2011 12:24:42 GMT -5
s h o u l d i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | [atrb=width,240] It was true, and he was sure that they had noticed, he wasn’t the most educated on the matter of horses. In fact even though he’d owned Queenie for four months now, he’d probably only cared for her a few days out of that. It’s not that he didn’t want to it was just he was new to this and stable hands weren’t the most willing teachers. Generally, they also beat him to caring for his horse. He listened as the girl spoke, and for the most part he understood what she stated. He knew that the stable hands had fed Queenie alfalfa at night, as it had been greener than normal hay. “That’d be nice,” He remarked, and nodded as she went away to hose off the horse, “If you haven’t noticed I’m new to well, nearly everything this school prides itself on.” A short, rather awkwardly placed laugh followed his words, his generally confident self seemed to falter a bit but it was short lived.
Gabe was a bit out of his element, but he seemed to allow himself to relax as the girl showered her horse. He leaned back against a stall, where the sleeping horse hardly took any notice of the slight creek to the wood. The other blonde came up to them now, and at her remark a smirk traced across his features. “Just trying to break the ice.” He said soothingly, flashing the girl a handsome smile. Gabe was used to this; most rich people had a tendency to be a little snotty or cold. He on the other hand was incredibly open and empathetic. He was the relatable guy, the good friend, or the one to come up with all the harebrained schemes. They seemed nice enough and the boy figured he’d see them around so he might as well try his best to befriend them.
The horse that the first girl showered was a pretty thing, Largo she had said. Gabe admired the broad horse for a few moments and then his attention began to wander up and down the aisles. It looked the same as all the other barns, he realized with a start. It resembled the countless other schools with barns he’d attended, they were all wood, nicely lit, and eerily pristine. The first girl returned and introduced herself, and Gabe smiled and tried to recall all the different portions of her name. “That is quite the mouthful.” He agreed with a smile, as he shifted his gaze between the two of them. “Fei and I were just about to head out to the feed barn, want to join us?” He stated his words easy and assured now as he turned to Elle, and then he cast a glance back at Fei as he turned towards the end of the barn she had gestured to. He began to walk towards that end, a slight hum falling under his breath. His hands swung freely at his sides now instead of being stuffed into his pockets and the boy seemed much more at ease than he had been earlier. At least now he wouldn’t be wandering around the barn aimlessly, he had a couple of guides to aid him. | [atrb=width,100]words ,537 words tagged ,Gabe, Fei, Rachelle. notes ,Awful post, please excuse me. outfit ,x |
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 14, 2011 18:13:51 GMT -5
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| [atrb=width,138] | Fei raised a brow at the fact the guy seemed to know next to nothing about horses. Well now was a good enough time to start learning. "Well do you know what they used to feed your horse? Breakfast, lunch and dinner?" she asked. "And if she was grained you'll have to go buy her some feed," she stated as she walked with him to the feed room. An automatic light clicked on when she stepped out of the barn into the night. The light shown into the large feed room and showed all the different types of hay. "This one," she said while she stuck a hand on the object, "Is alfalfa, it's the greenest, warmest, and usually the easiest one to carry without making a mess." She walked over to a new section. "This one is timothy, not to be confused with the Orchard because they're very similar. Timothy is a lot more greener than the orchard and the orchard has some reddish purple stems throughout it. They're both a pain to transport from feed room to stall because they fall apart very easy. "Oat is next, it's yellow and pretty much the traditional version of hay, pretty easy. Barley is last.. it's kind of a mix between orchard and Oat, it has the stems like the orchard but can be green or yellow. depends on where you get it." She smiled a little and stood back, letting the kid absorb all of her information, she didn't want to overwhelm the poor guy.
She looked at Elle while the boy got his alfalfa flake and said, "How's your boy doing?" She'd heard the commotion and had figured that she was either improving or... declining. Hopefully the first of the two.
She looked at the boy again, "You should probably give her a flake and a half for a starting feed. What do you ride?" she asked. "What disciplines, I mean."
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Post by Rachelle Adrienne Beckett on Jun 14, 2011 18:40:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/e85stu.jpg] Elle's eyebrows raised slightly, not fully believing him, but not calling him out on it. She didn't care either way. She'd never been the type to fall head over heels for a good looking guy. She'd admit they were good looking, of course, but by the time she'd gotten to the age she actually cared, she'd already labelled love as fake and pointless, so she really didn't see the point in pretending or playing along. But then he invited her along, and since she was heading there anyway, there was no point turning him down.
Yeah, sure. Mia needs hay still anyway.
She replied, glancing over as the chestnut mare's head raised and peeked over her stall door at the mention of her name. Walking past, Elle ran a hand along the mare's face, earning herself a soft nicker before she kept on going, fearlessly taking the side closer to Amore's stall. She knew what she was getting herself into doing it, whereas he had no clue and she had no idea if Fei knew the dangers of the stallion quite yet, so it only made sense to her for it to be her passing there, in the way of the other two.
Getting to the shed, Elle grabbed an empty wheelbarrow and brought it over, tossing in an armful of the alfalfa for Mia, making sure there was lots. The mare was hard to keep weight on as it was, she needed the unlimited supply, just like she needed the morning and evening grain, and she got a lot of it. Elle had tried everything meant to keep weight on a horse, and this was the best she got. It worked well most the time, though even the regiment the mare was on was almost not enough when it came time for show season.
It's easier to just use the wheelbarrow if you're grabbing for more than one horse, especially if it's the same type of hay. If you want to grab something else, feel free to toss it on top though. A bit of something different won't hurt Mia any, and she could care less what I feed her as long as she gets food.
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Post by Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman on Jun 18, 2011 21:58:14 GMT -5
s h o u l d i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | [atrb=width,240] The boy was attempting to pay attention to what the two girls had to say, but it seemed a bit daunting to him. Sure, he wasn’t stupid but he wasn’t exactly the smartest thing, granted he did work hard. He frowned slightly at all of the information Fei seemed to spout off as if it was no big deal, but Gabe nodded and tried to digest the information. He knew she got alfalfa at night and oat in the morning. He wasn’t quite sure about the lunch time meal, but he could always call one of the stable hands from his former academy they should all recall the horse and himself, for he had spent a lot of time in the barn, just not noting the feeding schedule of the mare exactly. His eyes traced over the various kinds of feed and he rested them upon the greenest of the choices, alfalfa. Gabe stepped towards it, wrapping his fingers around the amount Fei specified. The feed rubbed against the rough surface of his palms as he pulled it free, then he turned towards Elle as she offered the wheelbarrow towards him. Gabe nodded and tossed it into the barrow, but being the gentlemen he was he stepped towards the end, setting his hands down on the handles.
“I’ll push it.” He remarked rather matter of fact, obvious that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. It was as simple as he’d been raised that way, through boarding schools and his simple upbringing. Fei directed her words at him once more, and he smiled a bit, looking up from the pile of hay in the wheelbarrow. “We’ve done some cross-country and show jumping work,” He seemed a bit more comfortable with this aspect than that of feeding, “And on another horse I rode for a while, I did some roping. That was fun, I got to play cowboy for a few months.” His laugh broke the somewhat awkward tension he felt, and the tall boy rested a hand on the back of his neck, pulling the skin slightly as he laughed. It had been fun, and it was something he enjoyed, it just wasn’t up to par with the expectations of a well known family’s son.
For a beat, he recalled the riding experience he had under his belt. It wasn’t much but some had claimed he was a natural, although he definitely lacked in the knowledge department. The boy mulled over the thought, he enjoyed it thoroughly, and in fact preferred the western side. But, that wasn’t what the suits and derby hats demanded; they demanded English with polished boots and saddles, with golf clapping and bright smiles. Not that he minded English either, he just preferred Western although by the looks of this academy it wasn’t practiced much here either. Although Gabe enjoyed the attention from peers and younger members of society, he hated being under the magnifying glass of the adult world; but that came with the money and his last name. | [atrb=width,100]words ,504 words tagged ,Gabe, Fei, Rachelle. notes ,Awful post, please excuse me. outfit ,x |
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 19, 2011 0:08:09 GMT -5
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| [atrb=width,138] | While they got their hay to go feed Fei grabbed her muck buckets, which she used for feeding, and she stuck them on her little wheely thing that was made for wheeling muck buckets and she began to stick One flake of Alfalfa and One flake of grass in each muck bucket. She then wheeled two of them over to the hose and began filling them up to the very top. The other two remained dry. She then walked over to her trash cans, three of them. One marked 'Rice Bran', one marked 'Sweet Feed', and then a recycle bin sized trash can read 'Safe Choice'. She grabbed four buckets and began to stick one scoop of Safe Choice in each one, then a cup sized scoop of the rice bran, then she stuck a scoop of Sweet feed in two of the feeds. She then began to scoop Quiesence into their feed. She tried to remember if Fantigo and Largo got their bute yesterday or not. She decided they were well off without it so she didn't scoop any bute. But she did scoop one 1/2 cup of Platinum Performance into their grain.
She walked that over to the hose and began to fill those, all except Fantigo. He needed to be ridden still. She then stuck the three grain buckets in one of the two dry muck buckets and she wheeled them both in the barn. Donaire bellowed and Fantigo began to pace his stall. "Not for you buddy...," she said. SHe dumped Donaire's grain in his rubber grain bucket and set it in his stall before tossing his hay in the corner. She then gave De Oro his goodies and then tossed his hay in the corner. She grabbed the remaining grain and she dumped it in Largo's grain bucket in his stall. She wheeled the buckets and such back out into their proper place in the Hay Barn. She then walked back into the barn and pulled Fantigo out. Fantigo walked out of the stall quietly and clipped down the cooblestone aisle way. She stuck him in the cross ties and began to clean him up.
"Cutting is fun, I agree," she said. "Have you done any Barrel racing yet?" she asked him. "That's where the real fun is at." She might have looked like a prissy dressage 'wouldn't try anything that wasn't english' kind of person, but she had friends in every sport and they all did a bet where they had to at least try each others' discipline... and who ever failed got to be laughed at. It was kind of funny.
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Post by Rachelle Adrienne Beckett on Jun 20, 2011 18:05:31 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/e85stu.jpg] Elle recognized the gesture, a trained one, something taught to him from a young age. Be the gentleman. Hold the doors. Help the women. Prove chivalry isn't dead. The works. The thing she never quite cared for. Sure, hold the door if it'll be half closed by the time she got there to grab it, but there's no need to rush to go grab it when she knew she was perfectly capable of opening it herself - and this concept was similar. One eyebrow raised, then another, trying to figure out if it was just that, or if there was an underlying suggestion she couldn't do it herself. There wasn't, not that she could tell, so, small and displeased frown on her face, she let go, shaking her head a slight bit.
Fine. Whatever.
The principal of the private school she'd gone to would have slapped her silly. The thought satisfied Elle, though, bringing a small smile back as she headed back towards the barn slowly, thumbs slipping into her jean pockets, the rest of her hand staying out. She stepped back into the barn, to Amore's stall, where she could still hear them and talk, and sort of see them if she bothered to look.
You show jump on whatever horse you get, or have you rode a horse who's whole life has been about show jumping and only that? There's a difference to them, a different experience. Some will put up with it, some don't mind, but the ones who love that ring, the tight turns and fast paces...
The smile on her lips crept up, bigger, different than any time before. More natural, almost in awe even. You'd never see that look on her face anywhere else but a stable or when she was talking horses. It was the smile that her dad had never seen, not that she thought he deserved to see her so happy. It might make him think he was doing something right, somehow.
Those are the horses that bring it to a whole new level. It doesn't look any different to a spectator, but to the rider... It's a world of difference.
Hardly thinking - and hardly caring - she leaned forward on the stall door, only to get a rather angry looking cremello stallion in her face a moment later, teeth lashing out again, catching her arm as she pulled back just the slightest bit. He didn't catch much, his teeth sliding off to grip only her sleeve, though she had little doubt it would still bruise. Yet, she didn't punish him. He knew it was wrong and bad. He'd been whacked enough times for it. It had only made matters worse. Instead, her other hand crept out and rested on his head, fingers scratching a bit. Confusion filled those eyes a moment, then his teeth let go, he nudged her arm in what she took as an apology even though it only hurt more, then he backed off a few steps, watching, waiting. She just turned her attention back to the other two people in the barn. She wouldn't give him the angry voice or harsh hand he was expecting. The nudge was a start. And a start was all she needed. She walked back down the aisle, ignoring the throbbing in her arm as if it was a bruise from a fall onto a pole. She'd have to look at it, she knew, but for now, it could wait.
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Post by Gabriel Vladimir Hoffman on Jun 26, 2011 17:52:37 GMT -5
s h o u l d i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i just keep chasing pavements even though it
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] L E A D S T O N O W H E R E | [atrb=width,240] The boy frowned at Elle’s snippy tone, she was a strange creature. She was neither nice nor incredibly mean just rude. Gabe shrugged it off though with the simple raise of an eyebrow at the blonde’s irritation. If she was offended by his manners then so be it, it wouldn’t stop him either way from being a gentlemen. He adjusted his grip on the wooden handles of barrow and then looked back up at Fei to hear her response. Another charming smile flickered across his lips, “I haven’t gotten the chance to do that yet,” Gabe said in his usual gruff voice, “Although I’ve seen it and it looks like a great time. So, some day I want to try it.” He began pushing the wheelbarrow down the aisle, moving it towards his mare’s stall where he could give her the flakes that he’d selected. Once he reached the stall he quickly dropped the flakes in, much to the pleasure of the pretty palomino who seemed to immediately set in on the feed bucket. Gabe patted the Akhal-Teke’s neck, who was happily munching away on the alfalfa.
He turned around and was met by the bombarding soliloquy of Elle, at first he frowned feeling as though she was lecturing him but it seemed more like an expression of her than reprimanding him. A smile broke her normally disgruntled features and Gabe mirrored the motion as he listened to her passionate speech. “Well,” He began with a smile, “Queenie was in fact raised to jump, and she loves it all the same. But the horse I started riding on, he was one of those horses who lived for it. And you’re right, it is a different experience; a much stronger one.” The horse Gabe first rode on had been a big, surly paint gelding; one who had such an appetite for showing that the boy found him hard to handle, but he’d been a great companion to the boy in the time they’d rode for the two had a mutual love for riding and competing. Now, the tobiano was retired somewhere in North Carolina after heavy arthritis set in and the show ring lost its appeal to the sore and old gelding.
Gabe pulled himself from his thoughts though as he heard the noise that seemed to erupt from a stall further down. Elle’s horse fastened its teeth around her arm and alarm seemed to settle in on the tall boy for a moment. He felt the urge to protect the girl, and instinctively moved towards her, but she seemed to handle it well enough. With a sigh, he watched as the horse backed off. “Are you okay?” Genuine concern was found in the deep blue eyes with looked over the blonde, he wasn’t panicked at all just slightly worried. He’d dealt with a number of horse bites himself and knew they weren’t a big deal, they weren’t all that terrible. But it just seemed so much worse on the tiny girl than it did when he had been the victim of bites before. | [atrb=width,100]words ,513 words tagged ,Gabe, Fei, Rachelle. notes ,Awful post, please excuse me. outfit ,x |
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Post by feiara vd leyen on Jun 26, 2011 18:55:53 GMT -5
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Just the way you are by BRUNO MARS
| [atrb=width,138] | Fei sent a funny look at Elle, as if she was asking her with her eyes 'are you ok?' when she appeared to be acting somewhat rude, or at least making the boy feel uncomfortable. Fei focused back on the boy before he could see her expression. "Oh, well I have a horse that can barrel race if you want to try it? He's a safe boy so you won't have to really worry," Fei offered. She also wanted to see how well Donaire would do with another amateur rider again. He'd had some time away from kids and amateurs that she wondered if he'd matured more in the time he'd had away from such activities.
Fei listened to the girl talk about jumping. Fei hadn't been real crazy about jumping, truth be told it was a little scary to her. Jumping was a big adrenaline rush, but only that, of course you and your horse had to have skill to perform the discipline, but Fei didn't like how high the stirrups had to be and she didn't like leaning over the horse's neck, she felt like she was going to go flying off any second, and with her horses and how hot they could get, she probably would. She had a great seat, but dang if she could learn how to post off her knees when they were where her butt was supposed to be. But Fei did understand the feeling the girl was describing. Largo, Largo was just one of those horses that knew what to do in Dressage, of course being bred for it helps, but he enjoyed the work just as much as Fei did, it didn't mean every now and then if got annoying or too hard or just plain boring, it could get boring at times, doing the same movements and the same schedule over and over again. She'd admit there have been many times she'd wanted to flat out quit riding and be a trainer. But then she'd have one good, and when she says good it means great, really really great ride! And she'd be hooked all over again and have her morale up.
Fei smiled at the girl's words, she seemed to know a perfect horse when she felt one, and that was all that mattered.
She jumped a little when the stallion bit her. Fei mentally thought, 'why doesn't she smack him for that? Or at least growl at him?' But she knew that she didn't know the horse or the position he was in, so she didn't say that. Instead she stepped closer and repeated the boy's previously spoken words, "Are you ok?!"
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Post by Rachelle Adrienne Beckett on Jun 26, 2011 19:39:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/e85stu.jpg] She shrugged a little, the defensiveness from before slipping away now that there was no reason to assume anything but worry. Pausing, she slid her sleeve up to peer at the bite. It was already very much bruised and swelling, and she grimaced slightly at it, but it hadn't broken the skin, and it certainly didn't feel like he'd managed to break anything.
Ah, yeah. I'm fine. He needs to learn not everyone is going to hit him. He knows it's bad, but...
He shrugged again, glanced back down the aisle at him. Like a kid caught reaching into the cookie jar, the ear that had flickered forward to listen to her shot back again and he shook his head, teeth bared slightly in a manner that only a horse could really pull off. As if defending himself, that he wasn't curious at all, but there had been something further down. She shook her head at the sill beast, glancing back down to the bruise a moment. The purple-black easily wrapped around half her arm and stretched a good six inches long. She gingerly slid the sleeve back down to hide it. She looked back up, hands finding the pockets on her sweater.
Hopefully, he's intelligent enough to figure it out before he tries too many more times, though. And there goes Mia's exercise for a few days. Be lucky if she doesn't bolt on me next time I get on.
--- ickickick sorry >.< ---
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