JAZ!L at it again! {closed

[alexis]

(THEY TAPED OVER YOU'RE MOUTH

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Vexed, yes? It was a bad time to bother the 19-and-a-half-year-old girl. Jazil, her filly, rather than a mare was being a pain once again. Maura's patience were withering at a very speedy pace. What was she doing? Oh-ho, she managed to escape her stall once again. Chasing the mare up and down the hall of the stable made her look more like a fool than a intelligent young girl. Beads of perspiration slowly formed atop the soft flesh of the girl's forehead.

A brief inhale of oxygen swelled her lungs as she jogged down the isle and back up again, the mare simply a nuisance. Maureen's hair started to stick to her face, her pace starting to lope from exhaustion. For about 20 minutes she took a break. Sitting on the tack box that belonged to a few other horses besides Jazil's. She leaned back, closing her eyes, and swiping the back of her wrist gently across her forehead. As doing so, the russet mare approached with her eyes a honey brown and innocent looking, batting lightly, the dark lashes contrasting vaguely.

She sighed and shook her head, slouching forward. ''What am I going to do with you?'' she questioned, solemnly to herself. The mare nudged her wrist, which was lifting gently to stroke the mare's velvet maw. "Oh well. You are a horse. Aren't you?" She looked up, her emerald iris's dilating at the change of light. Jazil snorted with contentment, not paying any attention to what Maura had said, like usual. Once again she shook her head and got a firm grip on the gray halter the thoroughbred had around her cranium.

She hoped the mare wouldn't be a pain for the other riders. She was just acting up because, of course, she wanted attention. Well, she got it. A brief quake of cold ruptured through my nerves, a quiver. I looked at Jazil as I lead her to her stall, put her in, and slid out, locking it securely. I lifted my palm to stroke her forelock, her head lowering gently to let me. My nails scratched her favorite spot: behind the ears. She looked rather happy with her eyes narrowed, not in anger or abhorrence. Her fingers locked with the charcoal silhouette of silk tassels, but she freed her hand a moment after. ''Now, you better stay in you're stall little miss Jazil.'' She murmured. Turning away from the mare to Ink, who was laying down instead of standing.

A gentle sweep of breeze was carried through the open doors of the stable, which caused Maura's mocha locks to fluctuate and dance in the various blazes' of sunlight through the stall's window. Her palm was placed on the lock, pulling it back gently to find Ink looking up at her. She knelt beside him and stroked his velvety stomach, which was warm and seemingly soothed the stallion. She shook her head and smiled, what a good boy. She looked at his crooked blaze and laughed gently. He needed a bath, he was dirty with all that hay and dirt choked up in his peltage, and his coat and hair with a dulling shine. So, she would wash him up, then.

She grabbed his blue halter, and took it to him. Ink stood to let her strap it on, but he shook the excess hay that had stuck to his coat from the floor. Sliding it over his audits and then grasping the halter, she lead him out to the wash bay. His hooves clattered delicately over the cement, while Maureen jogged, just to give him some exercise while she was at it. Approaching the wash bay, she clipped his halter to the ties. Turning on the hose, she rinsed him down, the dirt and grime coming off. Now, she took the shampoo, and lathered it into his charcoal hair, the suds licking down his damp pelt. Now she lathered up his coat with the shampoo. Enjoying herself she was, as she continued on, spraying him down, letting the suds carry out the rest of the dirt and grime. Now, onto the conditioner.

[nikreynolds]

dreams always come true. at least thats what his mother had told him. but now he could safely say that his mother was full of shit. his mother, as loving and kind a woman as she was was also delirious. she believed she could heal her husband, she believed that she could fix her shattered family. the idea was laughable to nik. his father was an abusive drunk who cared about nothing but where his next drink was coming from. thats why nik had left. after his sisters death his fathers drinking had become ever steadily worse and nik was having none of it. thats why he had left. left his mother sobbing and left his father slamming back a beer. well, it was one of the reasons he had left. the other was it was either this riding stable or jail. and since his sister had seen reason to buy him a horse before she died he figured he might as well learn.

sun shone through the truck window as nik looked out across the landscape. horses grazed in pastures as green as the jungle while others were lead by smiling owners. some were being ridden down trails along the roadside. some people waved and tried to see into the trailer. nik ignored the waves and instead turned up the music. the truck pulled up to the large barn and nik immeadiently leaped out and moved to the back of the trailer. he opened the hatch to the trailer and pulled his horse from the back. Chance was a handsome black and white quarter horse paint. the young gelding was trained in basic western and very patient with his silent, angry owner. the gelding lovingly nipped his owners plaid shirt and snuffled his jeans. nik pushed his head away but gave Chances neck a loving pat.

the geldings blue eyes looked into every stall he passed. nik led him through the barn and towards the stall that had a fresh name plaque on it. he passed a pretty girl who was washing her horse in cross ties. his eyes lingered on her before he moved on. should he wash Chance? he shrugged his shoulders. he didnt know but he knew the horse was in good condition and happy the way he was now. maybe later. we walked the horse into his stall and unclipped the leadshank from the halter. nik stood in the stall with Chance and idily ran his fingers through the geldings long black mane. he sighed thinking of things as they were now. his life was going to change for the better. he was not going to be like his father. that was all one thing that he knew for certain. nik was sick of being the way he was. the path that he had been going down made him sick to his stomach.
"things are going to change for me. for us. from here on out Chance. I promise" chance blinked stunning saphire eyes at him and nik actually smiled back as he stroked the horses face. he had never made a promise he intended to keep before. infact he wasnt even sure he had ever made a promise before. but now he knew his intentions. he was going to change. things were only going to get better....

[alexis]

Now wrenching the conditioner bottle with her hands, the conditioner squirting into her hands, which were rubbed together and placed on the charcoal pelt of the stallion. Her attention was drawn to a male and his gelding, for a moment. Noting that he watched her for a brief few minuets. She shrugged it off and continued to massage the citrus scented wash into the stallion's body, down the tail, the legs, chest, mane, face and so on. Now half soaked in her outfit, she turned off the hose, died it up, and took the stallion out of the wash bay to the cross ties.

She took a manila towel off of the box of grooming supplies and dried the stallion until he was ready enough. She then placed it back down and opened up the green, old wooden accessory box that had a cob web nestled in the corner, and placed her hand on a blue hair brush, for horses. And stroked the fine black silk till it was whisking like silk. She then dried the rest of him off and took the curry comb and other brushes till he was clean. Next was picking his hooves. Now taking the hoof pick, she scurried back to the brute and lifted his hooves, until you could see his frogs clear as day. She now placed him in his stall, and sat down, beads of sweat running down her face.

Maura inhaled a verily deep breath, and leaned back, pulling her mocha hair into a bun. A cloth was handy in her pocket, so she pulled it out and dotted her face with it, till there was nothing to wipe. She leaned with her elbows on her knees, and her hands cupped around her face, her eyes simply wandering with a distant emptiness to them. She then looked at the man again, her emerald eyes piercing with hints of gold from the mid morning sun. She then looked away, wondering if she should spare herself a change of clothes. Nah- maybe later. She pondered her thoughts with an absentminded stare, as she incoherently cleaned up the brushes, wash bay, cleaners, hoof pic and whatnot, wondering what to do next.

The temperature seemed to rise as she picked up her pace. Finished with her duties, she'll just clean out Jazil's stall. The copper mare tossed her cranium, her fine muscles flexing under her neck. ''To the pastures you go, girl.'' her voice was light and hushed. She placed her fingers on the lock, maneuvering it until it opened, and grasped the mares halter. The food supply was low, and the water needed a cleanse. And her bedding, too. No, it was not so bad you could consider it neglect. It didn't really need cleaning, but to her it was a bit of a mess. Jogging with the mare, her strides long, out to the pastures, and put her in. Jogging back, wandering up to the loft and taking a pitchfork, a shovel and a wheel barrel, and started her work.

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[nikreynolds]

the sounds, smells, sights of the barn and horses always calmed him. even when his 'friends' had often complained of it all he shrugged off their whining and told them he loved it and that they could leave. that was when his friends had started to realize he was serious about changing. then nik had had to leave anyways so he wouldnt have to go to jail. nik was grateful for it all now. he knew this was not a life style he would have chosen for himself but now that he had been forced into it he was slightly grateful. but like hell he would ever let another soul know that. as far as he was concerned the world was his enemy. he trusted no one and didnt let anyone close. not like they would give a damn anyways. people were the most selfish and self-centered creatures nik knew. and he hated them for it.

nik looked at the gelding, the horse that he now loved more than life itself. the striking blue eyes seemed to be looking into his very soul. and they seemed sad at what they saw, almost disapointed. he was sure if Chance could speak the horse would tell him that he needed to get over himself and give the world a second chance. cause it really wasnt such a horrible place. nik frowned and Chance broke his hypnotizing gaze and shook his raven mane. as nik absently stroked the paint geldings neck the girl walked by with a horse, not the same as before if nik remembered. his gazed followed her as she moved out of the barn, the horse obediently following her. despite his cold, hard exterior his heart quickened a slight bit. she was pretty, that was obviously the reason. he had never even spoken to her, not like a rich, horsey girl like her would want to talk to a guy like him anyways.

the young woman walked back in and nik quickly dropped his gaze, brushing some wood shavings from his shirt and jeans then began brushing Chance again even though the horse was already shining. some clatter began from the end of the barn then moved to the stall a little bit down. she was cleaning. nik looked at chance again and frowned when he saw the horse looking at him again with those eyes.
"what?"
he muttered. chance shook his mane again and exhaled loudly. the horse scared him sometimes, as if it really knew what was going on and actually understood him.
"fine fine. but if this goes bad its the glue factory for you"
the gelding nipped him gently in response as he left the horses stall.

nik walked slowly down the barn aisle until he reached the stall where the girl was working hard. he cringed at the work but knew he was going to have to do it too. he stood there for a moment, looking awkward and brushing his clothes off. then he stopped, took a breathe and calmed down. this wasnt like him. he wasnt afraid to talk to girls, not really at least. even changing the way he was that was one part of his old life he had no problem keeping.
"hey"
he said quietly, his words warm yet cautious.
"want some help? my gelding just moved in so his stall is clean" he said looking at the stunning girl....

[alexis]

ooc: Sorry, it's a little short, I didn't have alot of time ):.

She held the shovel over the filling wheel barrel- tossing the muck in. She craned her body upward from the achy slouch and leaned the shovel against the stall on the inside, and walked out to see who greeted her. She felt her heart pick up a little as she gazed at him quickly, looking him up and down before a friendly smile arched upon her lips.
''Hello,'' she greeted, ''Help? Oh..that'd be wonderful...'' she said, her voice quiet and sweet but hesitant. She sounded slightly tired and then she spoke again. ''oh, my name is Maureen- or just Maura. Whichever you' prefer.'' she spoke again, hesitating on her tong. She never really trusted men and hasn't spoken to one in a while. She was anxious, because she felt drawn to this man, unlike many times before.

She ran her fingers through her hair as she dried off her face, and sat down on the tack box. She looked out into the jade pasture, where the wind tossed the green fronds of leaves that stemmed out, contrasting the blue sky. And where the copper russet mare tossed her luxurious charcoal locks out into the air, her nostrils intaking the sweet breeze, and just floating across the field. Jazil was a beautiful mare, indeed. Now, Ink was a luxurious brute to have, his gentle yet crazy stallion personality, and his midnight coat and mane that occasionally fluctuate from dark to light during the seasons. Maura sighed- thinking about nature's splendors- and when she got home to relax. In her opinion, her house was too big. Since it was inherited, she was stuck with it, and didn't feel like moving.

Back to reality, her head snapped away from Jazil and focused into real life once again. The girl, sincerely wondered what would happen in the future. She sighed and looked back at Nik. Wondering, still. She was once again configuring her habit, then stood up and stretched. She grabbed the shovel from the stall and held it steadily in front of her, staring at the man's horse, and how his eyes contrasted the many hues of his body.

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[nikreynolds]

ill try and post soon sorry for the wait....