Post by corey on Jul 23, 2008 2:58:58 GMT -5
COREY! STOLE YOUR HEART;
They call me Khloe and I've shot for the moon 14 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm.
Ktxbi.
They call me Khloe and I've shot for the moon 14 times.
You know you all love me and you can contact me via pm.
Ktxbi.
» There Goes my Hero;
THe birth certificate reads Corianne Jamie King.
But Everyone Calls Me Corey or CJ.
Ive Been Breaking Hearts for 19 years
The say I Am unemployed.
Ive Been Told I Look Like Alexis Bledel.
» Rock and Roll, Baby;
I am so tall 5’7”.
And I Weigh 120lbs.
Ive Been Ninked And Pierced Both earlobes pierced, belly button pierced.
They always say I look like Corey is probably no prettier than any other average girl you may see. She has slightly tanned freckled skin, but isn’t pale at all. Her skin does tan, but she likes her skin tone and doesn’t mind it one bit. No one else seems to care earlier. She has a very clean appearance, her face well-taken care of with maybe a zit here or there every now and then. As young as she is, she gets stressed out really easily and that does cause breakouts. Her eyes are probably the first thing any one will notice since they are so bright and have a spark of curiosity in them. She has a really wide forehead and a narrow, slightly pointed nose. Her eyebrows are neatly waxed. She has white, straight teeth. Her family was never known for dental problems. She has long brunette hair that reaches just past her shoulders, and is just slightly wavy. Her bangs are quite long, but still there.
Corey never really has problems with her body type. She does love to eat though, but since she’s always riding and with horses, she doesn’t gain weight too easily. It never has time to turn into fat. Sometimes, however, she may not eat at all, whether she’s sick or just doesn’t want to eat. She prefers to get work done over eating. There have been times where she loses weight and looks almost anorexic. She tries to keep her weight steady and around 120 to 125lbs. She is not muscular and never really has been, though she has no problem at all lifting a 50 pound bag of horse feed.
There is no particular style that Corey has. Whatever clothes that fit her and look decent, she’ll just throw on and be good to go. She prefers to just wear some skinny jeans and a t-shirt or tanktop, depending on the weather. However, when she’s out around horses, she wears her beige breeches, a white shirt, and her black English boots. Nothing more, nothing less. Like any girl though, she likes to look rather decent and fixes herself up well. Make-up isn’t really her thing, though. She wears maybe just a bit of mascara, eyeliner, or lip gloss.
This Is What Makes Me Stand Out Bright blue eyes.
» Chances Taken, Hope Embraced;
I Adore
- guys,
- horses,
- competing,
- being outside,
- reading,
- writing,
- cats.
I Abhor
- stuck-ups,
- preps,
- know-it-alls,
- smartasses(though she can be one herself sometimes),
- hardass guys,
- whores/sluts/skanks.
I Rock
- writing/literature,
- riding English,
- comunicating with horses,
- sticking up for herself.
I Suck
- Being in front of a large crowd,
- being the center of attention,
- a little bit shy,
- very sensitive.
I Do
- nail-biting,
- fidgeting,
- biting lower lip.
I Want
- to be a grand prix champion,
- to find the right guy,
- to be a horse trainer some day.
I Fear
- being hurt physically or emotionally,
- spiders,
- ponies(bad experience when she was little).
I Shut up Never used to like horses until she turned 6, still has a diary she wrote in since she was 12.
I am Corey may have spent a lot of her time with her mother throughout part of her life, but that doesn’t mean she’s completely lady-like and proper. She is definitely the kind of girl that makes anyone take a step away before turning around and fleeing. Okay, so she may be a bit shy at first meet, but once you know her quite well, she’s as crazy as.. well, she’s just crazy. She is extremely hyper and energetic and just wants to have fun. If anyone tells her to stop, it really screws up the rest of her day and she may kick some ass sometime later. First of all, she doesn’t like being told what to do, and she doesn’t like being told to just stop being such a.. crazy fool. She may not like being the center of attention, or attracting attention to herself in any way, but she just can’t help it. It’s how she is and how she will remain. She loves annoying people as well with her craziness, but doesn’t push any buttons too hard.
On the other hand, Corey is a very sweet girl, but it’s hard to break past her shell at first meet. She tries her best to make herself a good friend to anyone and always tries to lend a helping hand. Sometimes, she can be rather stubborn and may refuse to take any orders from anyone. She can also be very complicated, but it doesn’t happen too often. At times when she’s feeling down, depressed, or anything else, she will not accept sympathy from anyone. It’s strange since a lot of girls, or guys, would accept sympathy and a hug, maybe a little encouragment, and then swallow the tears. But her, nuh-uh, she may not accept all that. She also doesn’t like letting someone know her feelings about them, as in a crush or something of the sort. However, she has no problem at all letting someone know she hates them.
When it comes to horses, Corey just absolutely adores them. Ever since she was little, if she saw a horse out grazing in the field, she’d shove her face up against the window an yell “HORSIE!” Isn’t that what every little kid does, though? Maybe. She actually still does it if she’s in a car with friends. She loves horses and any animal really, they are just.. the world to her. Being locked up in a stall all day with a single horse wouldn’t bother her at all. She’s been around horses for many years and can communicate with them well.
Corey is.. a strange girl, especially since she grew up with her mother and was taught how to act properly. Most of the time, she would choose to hang out with the guys instead of the girls. So, I guess you can say she’s sort of a tomboy, but it doesn’t bother her much. Since she is out of the house and on her own, she doesn’t have to worry about her mother randomly sneaking up on her. Maybe that’s why she acts so crazy and has a bit of a perverted mind - she always hangs out with the guys!
Oh, and one more thing. She hates being called by her full first name - Corianne. Anyone who does may have a can of whoop-ass be pulled out on them.
» I Know I Won't Be Home At All;
I Came From Lived with both her parents until she turned 18. She was never really close to her father, David, since he wasn’t around all the time because of work. On the other hand, her mother, Elizabeth, she was very close to and did almost everything with her and went to her with her problems like she would a best friend.
I Share My Dna With No one!
I Come From San Diego, California.
But I Live Here Now Pinewood, West Virginia.
This Is Who I was Corey grew up in San Diego, California. As large and beautiful as it was, it just wasn’t her thing. Both her parents also grew up there, but they weren’t much of city slickers themselves, but they learned to deal with it, all of them did. Both her mom and dad never really worked with horses until Corey turned 6. They got interested in it because so many horses were out there in need of homes and the slaughterhouse was their next trip if they weren’t bought. Both of the horses had been abused or could just be your average ex-racer with a limp in its walk.
It took a while for the little Corey to get used to such large animals, but it was only a few months later did she enjoy being around them. Her mom and dad had bought a large piece of property with a few nice barns, a house, pastures, and everything a horse-lover could possibly want. Before, they had been simple dentists (no wonder the family never had dental problems!), but not they were working with larger animals with different needs. Within about a year, Corey’s parents had bought all three of them horses. Well, Corey had a pony, not a horse. Unfortuntely though, the pony wasn’t as good as they thought it would be. The pony was quite stubborn and Corey had gotten thrown off it several times before her father decided to put it on the market. The pony went quick, though, since it was only up for 500 dollars. Corey never went near another pony after. That pony had given her a broken wrist and she’ll never forget it.
As Corey got older, her love for horses became stronger. She was outside constantly and mostly hang around one particular horse. He was an ex-racer and had a dorky, but fun personality like she has. The gelding, however, had a fire-spitting personality toward anyone else. He bonded with Corey well and did not trust anyone but her. She was only 11 at the time and this horse meant the world to her. On her 12th birthday, the gelding suddenly became very ill. His temper had gotten worse and the vet couldn’t even get near him. Corey remained with him in his stall until the moment he died. Her mom and dad wanted to buy her another horse, but she refused. Another horse would never replace that spot she had in her heart for this gelding.. and now he was gone.
Once Corey turned 15, she did receive another horse for her birthday. He was not like the ex-racehorse, but she grew to like him. The gelding was still young, but not green. He had been training in dressage for a year and she continued to train and make him stronger for another year. She also jumped him for a month and a half and he was sold to a nice older man for 3,000 dollars. It was a lot of money and she was 16 at the time, so she decided to save it.
Seventeen years old and Corey had another horse, once again. She was an all-time champion at the boarding school she had been going to after she turned 16. That’s where all her money she got from selling that horse went to; a boarding school. And it was worth it. She made new friends and learned much more, and also sharpened her riding in grand prix events. Once she turned 18, she left the boarding school, sold the horse she had for 5,000 dollars. She went to her parents’ house and they had, kindly enough, bought her a white GMC truck and a three-horse trailer. After many kisses and hugs, she took her GMC and trailer and off she went to explore the world.
For about 6 months, she found a home in Colorado, but hadn’t seen any good horses on the market. She lived by herself, making new friends along the way and going to different boarding stables to lease horses. By the time she turned 19, she had arrrived in Pinewood, West Virginia with a new horse at her side as well.
This Is Who I am She’s getting around, trying to work with horses more and just get things done and maybe find a real job.
» This Heart It Beats;
I Lust Straight.
I Love
- someone just as crazy as she is,
- intelligence,
- sensitivity,
- honesty,
- patience.
I Loathe
- obnoxious..ness,
- weirdos,
- sissies,
- “mental” people.
Maybe I loved n/a.
Maybe I Didnt n/a.
» This Is How We'll Dance;
I Bow Down uh.. dude? I think? o.o
I Am Awesome It was a very nice day indeed, but a little on the hot side. Nevertheless, it was still a nice day, perfect for riding. Okay, he might get a little sweaty after he was finished, but it was worth it. The handsome lad stepped out of the apartment building, pausing for a moment to slam his heel against the cement to make sure his boot was all the way on, then he continued to his shiny red truck. Releasing a content sigh, he flicked his blonde bangs out of his sapphire gaze as he pulled his keys from his pocket, pushing the little button so the doors of his truck opened. Walking to the driver’s side, he opened up the truck door and climbed in. He wasn’t in much of a rush, but his horse might be a little nuts when he got there, since his horse was a very impatient little bugger at times. Hopefully, he was fed, so he was busy at the moment. Backing out of the parking space, he drove off toward the stable he boarded at. The best thing about working at the club was that he got to spend all day with his horse or at his apartment and then got to go to work at about 8:00pm. He loved it. Sometimes, working as a bartender was bad, but he had fun. The only one time where he felt like running out, screaming like a little girl, was when a drunk, gay man came over and hit on him. That was just the most scariest moment of his life. He’d never forget it.
It wasn’t long until the truck moved down the driveway toward the stable, quite a few people out and about. Some of the horses they were leading were wet, they’re coats shining under the hot sun. The equines probably appreciated the cold water on a day like this. Parking his truck next to a little Camry, he killed the engine and opened the door. Jumping out, he then locked the truck before walking toward the stallion barn. As soon as he entered, he was greeted with many nickers. He smiled to himself and moved toward the third stall on the right. Imprinted on a silver band that was nailed to the stall door was the horse’s name: “Prancin’ Across the World.” The beasty stallion moved toward the stall door, gazing at his owner through the bars that blocked him from shoving his head against the blonde in greeting. “Hey, boy,” the lad said softly, reaching through the bars to rub the stud’s velvet muzzle. He whickered in return, snorting gently and nudging the hand impatiently. Sidestepping, Cam grabbed a brush from the grooming box that was sitting on the bench between his horse’s stall and another one. Opening up the stall door, he slipped through the small opening before closing it. He ran the brush over the sleek pelt of the stallion, flicking away dirt and shavings that clung to the hairs. He opened up the stall door yet again and let it swing all the way open. Prancer moved forward slightly, pricking his auds curiously, nares flaring. The lad tapped the stallion’s muscular chest as a warning before grabbing the black halter on the hook near the stall. He slipped it over the stud’s head before leading him out. Turning him around, he tied his horse there, shutting the stall afterward. The stallion nudged his owner’s bum impatiently, shoving him forward after a moment. Cam stepped forward quickly to keep him from falling on his face. He grunted before walking toward the tack room. Opening up the door, he moved toward his clean black english saddle and pad, grabbing it off its rack. Taking a step back, he grabbed the bridle off its hook and then turned and walked out of the tack room, shutting the door with his foot. Moving toward the stallion, he pushed the saddle up and placed it ontop of his back. He shifted it around before leaning and grabbing the cinch. Pulling it up, he cinched up the stallion slowly, so the horse felt comfortable. Then, moving toward the stud’s head, he took the halter off and quickly replaced it with the bridle, slipping the bit up into his mouth. The stallion grinded his teeth against the cold piece of metal and snorted softly as the reins were tossed over his head. Hooves clip-clopped against the paved hallway of the barn as they moved out into the hot sun.
The stallion got distracted as other humans and their horses passed by him. He squealed at them and tossed his dome wildly, but stopped when he got a nice smack to his cheek by his owner. The lad sighed to himself and shook his head, moving away from the path the riders and horses were walking on. Stopping, he pulled down the stirrups on the saddle on both sides before moving to the left side. Bringing his foot up, he stuck it into the stirrup and gripped some of the stallion’s mane before pulling himself up. It was pretty amazing how he could do it so easily when his horse was such a monster. After shifting in his seat and sticking his other foot into the stirrup, he nudged the stallion’s sides and off they went toward the trails at a smooth jog. Prancer tossed his crown excitedly as they moved onto the trails. The trails leaded for miles and miles through the forest and up into the mountains. There were even a couple that leaded into meadows where deer usually frolicked about. The lad sighed to himself, posting as the stallion moved into a trot as told to.
Thanks Isa for helping =]
