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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 16, 2008 22:15:34 GMT -5
The hose obeyed her as much as he could. Her commands weren’t as clear as they should have been, and he seemed to be getting punished for it. “Riot” was given to Hayley as a gift from her mother and father. They thought she would love the gift, and for awhile Hayley did. She loved him. But she didn’t like riding him. He didn’t like her riding him. The two didn’t clash very well, and it showed. Hayley decided to come out here, give it another go. One last chance, one last time before she had to use the crop. But she had the crop in her hand now, no matter how much she hated it. The western rider huffed as she tried to get him to slow down, but he wouldn’t.
The stallion took a flying leap into a gallop, catching Mrs. Williams of guard. She let out a shrill scream as the horse bucked, and knocked her to the ground. Hayley was furious as she saw the horse take into a bolt rider less. She kicked the dust and crossed her arms. Hayley just bought those yellow skinny jeans. This was a crisis you see? She rubbed the dirt off of them as she nearly gagged. He was still running, and Hayley was surprised the reins hadn’t fallen to the ground by now. “Stupid useless piece of shit.” She screamed at him kicking the dust once more. She just stood there. If the horse wasn’t going to fall it was his business.
She was known as the drug addict of the stable, and Hayley knew it. She didn’t deny anything though, she just simply lied. She wasn’t on drugs right? The 5’1 girl nearly looked like a junkie to much to deny, but people were stupid out here. Hose brats. Disgusting. Hayley yawned and watched him slow to a trot. He wouldn’t come to Hayley, for some reason. Hayley walked toward him, and he backed up. He whinnied as if the horse was laughing. What an ass. “What are you laughing at?”
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Post by Liz on Jun 16, 2008 22:26:05 GMT -5
Liz had been out riding on the trails. She had taken out her bay, Arabian gelding Cherokee. They both enjoyed being out of the rings for a change. They had been out riding for at least an hour now. So, Liz decided to turn back and head to the barn. As she pushed Cherokee into a large trot, they came upon what looked to be Hayley and her horse. It looked as if Hayley was having some trouble. It didn't seem that her horse was really giving her the fit, more like he was getting confused at her signals. Liz sighed and watched as they strolled along the leaf covered paths. She hated to see horses become frustrated and mistreated all because the rider was just confusing them. When the horse tried to fix itself the only way it knew, the rider would punish it. This greatly disturbed Liz. She continued on trying to pay Hayley and her horse no mind, but when Hayley took a bad dump into the sand, she couldn't help but to go back over and offer assistance.
Liz instantly turned Cherokee around and he obeyed willingly. She pushed him into a steady canter and then slid him to a halt at the side of the ring. She watched in horror as Hayley fell. It kept playing in her mind. She unlocked a gate and let herself in, riding over to Hayley. Need any help? Liz asked just trying to be helpful. She sat there in silence only to watch Hayley have a fit and yell and cuss at the poor horse. Liz controlled her anger at Hayley, for it wouldn't help the situation any. Liz looked down to where Hayley was and then waited for Hayley's response, ready for anything she was going to dish out.
When she heard Hayley's horse whinnying, Liz laughed a little and then looked back down at Hayley. Seems like he's having some fun with this. She smiled down at Hayley and then moved towards the horse. She wanted to get to him and keep him calm and by Cherokee's side, but she wasn't sure what he was going to do with someone totally different around him.
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Post by pitbullie on Jun 16, 2008 22:26:33 GMT -5
Chelsea Rea
I'm broken inside, but my broken heart leads me to you.... Ugh, once again it was a decent day. Chel can't complain about nice weather, however, her and Apocolypse loved slick and rainy weather (much more of a thrill to ride in). On this nice, calm trail laid before the horse's feet they strolled on through. Though Chelsea stopped the stag at teh sight of a girl and her horse.
Being the shy new girl she tried to walk on by, but her concience told her otherwise. Come on boy. Gehen with that command the horse turned around to walk in the direction of the others. Now there was another girl and horse combo. at their side. Apocolypse, Trab. And so the horse went into his trot.
They finally reached the destination only to hear the girl cussing at her horse. Chelsea gave an inward laugh before speaking her soft kind words. Are you alright? I'll go get the horse she got her horse going alittle, walking slowly toward the other equine. Going slow just in case the girl said not to. She got close enough to grab the reins. She stood holding him in that spot, not moving with out the approval of his rider. |
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Post by chii on Jun 16, 2008 22:57:20 GMT -5
~H a r u h i: Your worst nightmare...
Haruhi lazily dragged herself through the stable. You couldn't exactly say that she was the biggest horse fan in the world... Yes, she liked them, but she was searching for something other than horses. She was searching for all things unusual... No aliens here. What a shame...
Suddenly, Haruhi heard a bunch of rambling and sprinted outside... She saw a girl cussing and swearing at her horse, who looked like she was having a blast. There were already two girls at her aide; one of them she knew. Haruhi smirked and let out a little laugh, running closer to get a better look. She hopped up on the fence in a quick movement, her legs danging over it.
"Having a bit of trouble there?" she taunted with a smirk, shaking her head. Letting out an amused sigh, she rolled her eyes. "Well..." she said quietly to herself, "This aought to be good..." Any maybe, while she was hanging around, she would fins something interesting! That's what she hoped, anyways!
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Post by hayleywilliams on Jun 16, 2008 23:19:13 GMT -5
Hayley crossed her arms, yawning. She saw a horse and rider coming near her and shook her head when she realized it was Liz. She had last seen her at the dance, and if Hayley remembered she was high. Hayley twirled the orange hair round her fingers pretending not to care. ‘Not caring’ was hard for Hayley to do, but she managed to keep her mouth shut for about two minutes after she saw Liz. Hayley considered Liz to be a former best friend. Now Hayley can’t stand her, so why was she asking Hayley if she needed help? Hayley’s horse, Riot, kicked up his heels and watched Liz with big eyes. The Arabian stallion wasn’t sure what he was going to do, just yet. Hayley looked at Liz, scanning her. She wasn’t really sure what to say. The expression on her face red ‘Liz the last time you saw me I was high, and I’m embarrassed’, but Hayley was trying not to mention that. “Hello, doll. I haven’t seen you since the dance. It’s a shame I don’t remember it. I’m sure you looked ugly as always.” She snapped, her Tennessee accent reliving it’s self when she spoke.
“Why would I need your help?” she questioned. Hayley looked around toward the ground and awaited Liz’s reply. Hayley heard a laugh and was set off by it. ”Why do you think this is funny?” Hayley noticed a girl she had never met before (Chelsea). Hayley scanned her, shrugging. She decided to turn on her sweet and innocent voice, to see how well she could manipulate the girl. Maybe they could become friends. “Sure I would love some help”. Hayley smiled sweetly. “I’m Hayley, by the way.” Riot walked near the girl, unsure of what he was supposed to do.
Hayley noticed another girl, and took an instant dislike to her. “Awww sweetie are you lost? Because the plastic surgeon lives over there. You might want to see him about your face transplant.” She smirked.
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Post by Charlie Parker on Jun 17, 2008 0:22:27 GMT -5
Thick legs, broad chest, high crested neck, large black feathered hooves, golden pelt, cream mane and tail. Brigadier's Image was the picture of what a Belgian should look like, tall and strong. Add in the incredibly human loving disposition, and you pretty much have the perfect horse. Of course, like every human and animal, he had his problems that needed to be worked out, but those weren't much in comparison to all the positive things he had going for him. For Charlie, the fact that he looked so much like the former Brigadier was another plus. Except for the blaze on his face being slightly more straight than the deceased horse's had been, they were identical. The untrained eye would think that they were the same animal.
Of course, finding tack for Brig was a challenge considering his wide rib cage and massive head, but that was something he was willing to deal with. He lifted the western saddle up onto his back and pulled the cinch tight. One thing he didn't miss about the former Brigadier was the blowing up of his lungs whenever he put the saddle on him. Brig just stood there and let him pull it as tight as he wanted without trying any tricks like that. Next the bit, which was always a bit more of a hassle with Brig. As soon as he saw him coming with the leather bridle in hand, he threw his huge head up into the air, as if taunting Charlie. He was a huge horse, over 17 hands, and getting his head when he threw it up like that was no easy task.
Charlie stopped in front of the horse, just looking up at him, appearing to be trying to figure out how he was going to get him bridled today. There was a tiny bit of a devil in every horse, and Brig was no exception. He reached over, and took a hold of his lead rope, pulling his head down to where he could reach the halter. This completed, he pushed his thumb in between the horse's jaws and brought his head down to a more convenient level. Knowing that the Belgian was stronger than he was, Charlie quickly slipped the bit between his lips, pried his mouth open, and slipped the bit in, all before Brig could pull away again. It took a quick hand to get that thing in his mouth. They'd made progress though, before it was a complete fight, now it was just a tiny bit of a struggle.
Each item of the tack in place, Charlie and Brig started out of the barn and into the sunlight. Brig wasn't trained to do any sort of eventing, mostly just a pleasure horse really, though Charlie was still somewhat considering the mounted police again. That would still be a long ways off though. Brig wasn't ready to do that sort of work, and Charlie wasn't sure he was ready to start that sort of work again and face the memories it would bring back. As the sunlight washed over the pair, temporarily blinding them, Charlie heard someone screaming at a horse...a voice he knew quite well. Perhaps too well.
He altered his course slightly to head towards the western practice ring. Upon his arrival, he wasn't surprised to see Hayley, looking quite ticked, and several other girls. Oh good lord, he could only imagine the cat fight that could potentially break out here. It looked like one was only trying to help and was facing Hayley's wrath, another girl was helping, and surprisingly getting the nicer side of Hayley, and a final girl was obviously not trying to help and seemed almost to want to make Hayley hate her more than she probably already did. He wasn't really sure he wanted to walk in on this, but he'd promised Hayley that he would always be there for her, now until the day he died. Come on Brig, He said to the horse as he started forwards again, Lets see if we can't stop the train wreck that's about to take place.
It took hardly a few steps to reach the fence around the arena, and he stopped beside it, leaning one shoulder against the fence post, not saying a word to anyone there. Brig hung his big head over the fence and watched all the goings on around him with interest. He was about the world's biggest teddy bear of a horse, and no one who met him could not fall in love with him. Charlie's silence was with good reason though, he was one guy among four girls, half of whom all seemed to have some sort of grudge from or against Hayley, and he didn't want to get himself in the middle of it all. Sure, he used to be a cop and had to break up fights all the time, but that wasn't his job anymore, so he was staying on the ringside. There would be no playing referee from him today.
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Post by Liz on Jun 17, 2008 9:10:47 GMT -5
Once Liz had walked Cherokee up next to Hayley's horse, she saw that another girl was there to help and decided one person should just take care of the horse. Liz rode back over to where Hayley was and caught her snide remarks. Liz wasn't going to play that game though. She was just going to simply reply to Hayley. You see, Liz could hold how high Hayley was during the party against her. Liz wasn't intending on doing that, but if worse came to worse she would pull it out, surely to hit the bulls eye in terms of vengeful remarks. Liz rolled her eyes at Hayley's remarks as usual, she could never come up with anything new could she. It was always that Liz was ugly or never good enough. To Liz though, that only told her that Hayley was jealous. Whether she was or not, Liz could care less.
Liz sighed and then replied, thinking up of something good before she would even dare speak. And as I remember you were high that night. So, I don't know how you could criticize me at all. Liz whispered this quietly, only something she or Hayley could hear. Yea, she pulled that card, but it was all in good fun, wasn't it? And why don't you get a new comeback. I mean you've used, "You're so ugly," so many times it's as old as you look from all those drugs. Liz smirked a little and then looked at the guy who had just arrived. Well, why don't we just have a little party...we have enough people. Liz was thinking out loud and didn't mean for that to slip, but she could care less truthfully.
Liz then heard Hayley snap out her next question. Well, maybe because you fell and your horse is running away, obviously not wanting you to get near him. Would there be any other reason I randomly stopped to help you? Yes, Liz was a completely different person around Hayley, but it only came with Hayley's attitude. If Hayley were nicer, which would probably never happen, Liz would be too. Anyway, Hayley's question about her laughing sounded harsh, but really wasn't. Well, I was laughing because your horse obviously thinks this is funny in some way. It really isn't, but why not join in the fun started by your horse. Liz shrugged and then looked down at Hayley and then smiled a little bit.
Liz listened to the other remarks she made to the two other girls. Okay, so one she was befriending, or at least for the moment she was and the other she completely bashed into the ground, poor girl. Liz sighed and then as Cherokee got a little impatient, she instantly sat deep in the saddle and then tightened up the reins. Cherokee stopped immediately and then just stood there with his head in a beautiful frame. This "party" was in fact turning into a disaster, but it was quite fun watching it all get out of hand. Liz hadn't ever let Hayley's comments bother her. It was just the way Hayley was and you had to get used to it, unless she was your friend. Then, it was OK because she rarely ever made a degrading comment. Anyway, Liz watched in pure astonishment at how Hayley just rattled off her comments.
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