Don't play with me..[[Open]]

[brigette]

My Paper Heart;;

Please don't play with me,
My paper heart will bleed.
This wait for destiny won't do
Be with me, please, I beseech you
Simple things, that make you run away
Catch you if I can

- Bridgette walked slowly down the hall, stables on each side of her. She looked at them all. She was simply looking for her horse. To whom she called Zippy. She didn't see her nickname on any of the stable doors, so she kept moving. Several horses were just standing, and some eating or laying down.

-- Waiting, day to day it goes through
My lips are sealed for her
My tongue is tied to a dream of being with you
To settle for less is not what I prefer. she sang quietly, the music filling her ears. She was listening to My Paper Heart by All American Rejects.

--- She then reached Zippy's stable. The mare looked happy to see her. Zippy nickered gently at her, and she patted the mare's nose and stroked it. Zippy laid her ears back in content and nickered again. Bridgette closed her eyes, continuing to sing silently.

Tears fall, down your face
The taste, is something new
Something that I know
Moving on is easiest when I'm around you

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[wesson]

I T ' S  A L R I G H T  T O  S C R EA M

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Kaine hummed lightly to himself as he continued his daily attempt to grab Wesson's halter without opening the stall door. It wasn't really a game actually, because he didn't have the key to Wesson's stall. Wesson was not his horse. He sighed again, slumping over the stall door in a defeated manner. A moment later he heard a few thuds and a large black muzzle sniffed at his head. He smirked and grabbed the friesian's halter, [/color]Hah, gotcha. I don't suppose you learned to talk over night, didja?[/i] Wesson's black eyes regaurded him quietly and he chuckled to himself, petting the equine's nose and reaching into his pocket to give him a sugar cube.

Wesson munched happily, before nudging the other for another - which Kaine obviously didn't have. But for such a large stallion, a nudge was more like a shove and he stepped backwards to steady himself before patting the stallion's neck, Yes, you're a good... boy...[/i][/color] he trailed off as soft words touched his ears and he turned around, looking up and down the row before noticing a girl all the way on the opposite end. He lifted his brow and co.cked his head to the side, watching her for another moment. She looked kinda downcast; what was it with sad people and the stable hall lately? Meh, oh well. She still looked like she could use some cheering up. Or flirting. Flirting was good, too.

He tucked his thumbs into the pockets of his black, skinny jeans and started towards her, smiling as he did so. Whatever he had planned though went out the window as he really heard the singing, it wasn't loud, but it was clear and fluent and- You have a beautiful singing voice.[/i][/color] He stopped a few paces away, grinning sweetly as he did so.

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I ' M  S C R E A M I N G  T O O

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[brigette]

Bridgette continued to sing silently, paying no mind to the boy down the hall. Suddenly, she saw him appear beside her and mention something about her singing. She stopped quickly.

HOLY!

[/color] she jumped backwards, putting one hand over her mouth and another over her heart. She pulled her hand away from both places and smiled and giggled quietly.

Sorry. You scared me. Oh, and thank you.[/color] she said, thanking him for complimenting her singing, which she never found quite good before. Her blue eyes shimmered lightly.

She tilted her head, still smiling at him. In a way, he reminded her of Marco. But it was probably because of his hair. She pulled the headphones out of her ear, and turned off her I-pod. She stuffed the electronic device in her pocket, before returning her attention and gaze to the boy.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[wesson]

The boy made sure to wipe the grin off his face and replace it with a much more sincere smile. His eyes flicked to the mare in the stall before her, obviously a grulla in color, but he couldn't exactly place the breed. He wasn't that obsessed with equines yet, She's beautiful, what's her name?

[/b][/i] he questioned, gesturing to the mare with a hand before stepping towards the equine and letting her sniff his hand in a careful manner before gently petting her muzzle.

His gaze flickered back to the girl a moment later. She was pretty, that was for sure. Blonde hair, probably dyed; but he was guilty of dying his own hair bleach blonde every once in a while. She was petite, quite short compared to him, but he never did like tall girls. Her blue eyes were certainly a plus, but they reminded him of someone else and his smile momentarily faded at the thought. He sighed and turned back to the mare.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[brigette]

Her name is Marked Off. Gay, I know. But I call her Zippy.

[/color] she said, critisizing the name she had given her horse. She stroked the mare's neck gently, who obviously was loving the attention she was getting.

Zippy nudged her muzzle out, sniffing at the stranger and blowing in his ear, making his hair flow up gently. Zippy. You know what I said about blowing in people's faces.[/color] she said in a joking manner to the mare.

Zippy nickered in delight as the attention kept coming. Bridgette rolled her eyes at the attention-wanting filly. She filly then turned, nudging at Bri's pocket. Bridgette pulled out a sugar cube and gave it to the mare.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[dumbanddumber]

&& why. So. Serious??

&& marco made a disgusted face and wiped the green gunk off his arm. It was the gunk that had been left behind when his large chestnut stallion lipped his owner, from over the stall door,and coincidently enough WHILE the horse was eating his hay. But Marco just laughed and scratched a spot along the tall stallion's poll, but the height of the beast made marco have to kinda stretch his arm to reach it. Hickory pricked his ears and lened his neck into the pressure on his favorite scratching spot, the horse closing his eyes and bobbing his head, enjoying every minute of the scratching. Marco smiled and stopped, patting the equine's nose. Alright, buddy... I gotta go... Come and give me a hug... He cooed to the horse.
Hickory knew what this meant. He took a step over to the stall door, and poked his head out as far as it would go. Marco wrapped his big arms around the horse's powerful neck, the horse arching it, and putting pressure on his owner's back with his nose, in a form of horse hug. when marco released he gave the horse's nose one last pat, before turning and walking away.

He saw two people a couple stalls down. A little closer look comfirmed that he was in fact standing behind Bridgette, the girl who was pretty much his girlfriend. A smile spread on the boy's lips, and he walked softly over to her. When he was right behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, and planted a kiss on her neck, and waited for her to react.

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[brigette]

Just as Bridgette was about to say something else, someone slipped their arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She knew exactly who it was. Marco. Bridgette smiled and leaned back and kissed on the lips.

She put her hands gently on Marco's hands. Hey baby.

[/color] she said to Marco, who was basically by now her boyfriend. They had made out several times now, and already had nicknames for one another.

Zippy watched as another stranger came up, this time touching Bridgette. The jealous and protective filla snorted lightly, not quite liking the fact her owner was being touched by someone she didn't know.

Easy there, girl. It's just Marco.[/color] she said to the flicka gently. The filla pointed her nose out towards marco, breathing in his scent. Zippy pressed her chest against the stable door, with her maw now near Marco and Bridgette's face. Bridgette lifted her hand, and strocked the mare's nose gently.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[dumbanddumber]

Imma wait for Mikey.... lol
Dont wanna get her lost....

[blue3motion]

OOC: ok well sorry for taking forever.. .. work sucks but better late then never right?

Poor Coma. Alex hasnt spent much time with his chestnut thoroughbred colt. It had been many days since Alex had been in the stables and thought he better go pay attention to him. He knew he had been very busy, and very distracted. He wasnt sure with what yet but, he would come up with something. Alex walked up to the stables and walked into the hall. He heard many voices but didnt really want to butt in or interupt. So, he just kept to himself and walked right to Coma's stall. The little colt was getting bigger. Alex couldnt wait to start training him to ride. He knew it would be difficult and time consuming but, he was up to the challenge. He was going to teach Coma to race. Alex already knew the colt loved to run so it was perfect. Alex loved to ride racehorses and Coma loved to run. Perfect match. When Alex got to the stall he leaned against the stall door. Coma however almost beat him there and they almost butt heads. Ouch. You goofball. Alex grinned while rubbing his head. He hoped the people in the aisle didnt see that. That might be a little embarressing.

OOC: sorry i know its short... but it took forever to write up a post so wasnt sure how to do it lol... if its too lame ill delete it....... oh and how do you guys get your posts to be in the middle or w/e.. sorry im stupid hehe

[wesson]

Kaine made some manly version of a giggle, too light to be a chuckle and too short to be a laugh, and stroked the gray mare's neck. He turned his gaze back to the girl, noticing for the first time that there was some guy wrapped around her who- woah, wait a second. His mind told him he recognised the guy's face, but he couldn't really place it. He smiled all the same though, She's a beautiful mare, what's she trained for?

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Kaine's eyes wandered back to the mare and a deep snort sounded a few feet away. He jumped a bit and turned his head, almost expecting to see someone else that had snuck up on him, but instead was found with the dark eyes of his own stallion. So that's where they had put him. He smiled and reached a lanky arm over to pat Heinous' muzzle before turning back to the others. Heinous chuffled happily and drew his head back into the stall, a few thuds the only evidence that he had wandered out into his run.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[brigette]

Bridgette smiled gently, and looked to the stall beside the mare as the small foal snorted at the others. It was Azuzephre. One of the newest horses to the Pinewood Stable area. He wasn't all that old, maybe a mere 5 months old.

Bridgette looked back at Kaine as he turned to another stallion behind him, obviously his own. Bridgette strocked Zippy and Azu's muzzles. Jumping. She's still in training though. She isn't the best of them all.

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Zippy looked over as Kaine put his attention on another horse. She stomped a hoof gently, looking at the other horse with curiosity. Bridgette smiled at the mare. She was curious, that was for sure. The mare always had been.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]