Post by Cara-Jean Kitchi on Jul 7, 2011 2:11:55 GMT -5
Cara looked at the clock on the wall for what seemed like the millionth time - not that she was counting - and decided that it was time to head out to the paddocks as the horse she was going to be working with was due to arrive within the next ten minutes. Lifting her hands to her head, she checked that her hair was still tidy in its bun, and with that checked she looked down at the beige jodhpurs she had donned half an hour ago along with the white button-down shirt and grey sweater vest. Pushing her feet into her black paddock boots, she pulled the zips up and headed out of the cabin.
Walking down to the paddocks, she took the time to have a good look around the place - and a good look at the different horses that also resided at this facility. She had been here for almost a week now, and had got the basic gist of the place; this was a haven for those that couldn't find help elsewhere - human and equine alike. What she couldn't understand was why she had been sent here. She was an orphan who really had nowhere else to go, but she wasn't a lost soul. She was perfectly happy with how her life was going... kind of... okay, that was a complete lie. She hated her life, but other then the fact that she had slit her wrists two years earlier, there was nothing that would tell any of the psychiatrists she had to go and see that she was unhappy with the world.
She arrived at the paddock with time to spare, and took this chance to have a good look around the enclosed space. As she left the paddock, she could see a horse transporter approaching. Stepping back, she allowed the truck to enter the paddock, a small frown marred her otherwise emotionless features at the silence coming from the inside of the vehicle, it didn't fit what she had been told about the mare that was arriving.
"Howdy, lil' Miss." The driver said cheerfully as he jumped out of the cab and walked around the truck. "Let's get the lil' beast out before the drugs run out." There was no humour in his words as he pushed a button on the side of the truck and a door lowered. The man then vanished inside the truck and with a little scuffle, he appeared at the top of the ramp once more with a tiny pony at his side. With a forceful tug on the line, he led the mare down the ramp.
Cara watched all of this, her hand almost flying to her mouth as the mare stumbled at the bottom of the ramp before she drowsily seemed to find her footing once more as she ambled after the man leading her.
"Signature here." The driver said as he led the pony over to the girl and pulled a sheet of paper and pen out of his top pocket.
With a nod, Cara scanned the paper and then placed her signature at the bottom of the sheet. She took the lead rope and lead the mare a safe distance away from the truck as the man raised the ramp once more, got into the truck, turned the vehicle and left. Looking at the mare, the girl knew that the pony was still well and truly drugged and it would be a while before they wore off. Carefully removing the lead rope, the girl walked over to the gate and pushed it closed before she secured the latch. Even a drugged animal could bolt and being in a doped sate, she would cause havoc if she did spook and bolt of of the paddock.
Once the gate was closed, the girl turned back toward the pony, her right hand still holding the lead rope. She tipped her head to the side as she studied the mare, knowing that she would need to wait for the mare to come out of her stupor before she could get a real sense of the mare's personality - sure, her face told her enough to get a good handle on the small horse, but she needed to be fully alert to show off who she really was.
Walking down to the paddocks, she took the time to have a good look around the place - and a good look at the different horses that also resided at this facility. She had been here for almost a week now, and had got the basic gist of the place; this was a haven for those that couldn't find help elsewhere - human and equine alike. What she couldn't understand was why she had been sent here. She was an orphan who really had nowhere else to go, but she wasn't a lost soul. She was perfectly happy with how her life was going... kind of... okay, that was a complete lie. She hated her life, but other then the fact that she had slit her wrists two years earlier, there was nothing that would tell any of the psychiatrists she had to go and see that she was unhappy with the world.
She arrived at the paddock with time to spare, and took this chance to have a good look around the enclosed space. As she left the paddock, she could see a horse transporter approaching. Stepping back, she allowed the truck to enter the paddock, a small frown marred her otherwise emotionless features at the silence coming from the inside of the vehicle, it didn't fit what she had been told about the mare that was arriving.
"Howdy, lil' Miss." The driver said cheerfully as he jumped out of the cab and walked around the truck. "Let's get the lil' beast out before the drugs run out." There was no humour in his words as he pushed a button on the side of the truck and a door lowered. The man then vanished inside the truck and with a little scuffle, he appeared at the top of the ramp once more with a tiny pony at his side. With a forceful tug on the line, he led the mare down the ramp.
Cara watched all of this, her hand almost flying to her mouth as the mare stumbled at the bottom of the ramp before she drowsily seemed to find her footing once more as she ambled after the man leading her.
"Signature here." The driver said as he led the pony over to the girl and pulled a sheet of paper and pen out of his top pocket.
With a nod, Cara scanned the paper and then placed her signature at the bottom of the sheet. She took the lead rope and lead the mare a safe distance away from the truck as the man raised the ramp once more, got into the truck, turned the vehicle and left. Looking at the mare, the girl knew that the pony was still well and truly drugged and it would be a while before they wore off. Carefully removing the lead rope, the girl walked over to the gate and pushed it closed before she secured the latch. Even a drugged animal could bolt and being in a doped sate, she would cause havoc if she did spook and bolt of of the paddock.
Once the gate was closed, the girl turned back toward the pony, her right hand still holding the lead rope. She tipped her head to the side as she studied the mare, knowing that she would need to wait for the mare to come out of her stupor before she could get a real sense of the mare's personality - sure, her face told her enough to get a good handle on the small horse, but she needed to be fully alert to show off who she really was.