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Post by AmOrE on Mar 7, 2009 15:36:28 GMT -6
Elle Windover [/color] ;I feel so untouched[/right][/font][/i][/color] The heels of Elle's boots quietly clicked on the paved path to the boarding stables Well, today Cocoa comes to town she sighed, thinking of the dark brown fur of her new horse Let's hope I can get him out of the trailer, but, hey I'm up for a challenge she stopped for a moment when she noticed the truck wasn't here. Crap, their late! she whispered, then sighed again. Oh well she walked into the stable and too the far end of the stables to one stall the name read 'Call me Classy' Hey Classy bebe she cooed. The massive gelding shifted his weight to start moving to her. You ready to have a bud, hm? she took her hand to his nose, Classy snorted and shook his head, basically demanding her to give him a treat.
The rusty lock on the stall door creacked as she unlocked the stall and pulled the massive wood door open. The Chestnut gelding's hooves clacked on the pavement below the thin coating of hay. Her hand raised up to behind his ear, and scratched. Classy made a funny face, and Elle giggled moving her hand to her pocked Here, I didn't forget. she pulled a bag of Sun chips from her sweatshirt pocked and opened it, holding one out in her hand. Classy took the chip greedily from her hand and she laughed again You're so funny, boy
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 7, 2009 20:33:08 GMT -6
Chase Anders && Don't Stop the Music It really hadn't been a good day, not as far as Chase could see. Three hours of working with Muse and they'd gotten almost nowhere. Well, that wasn't true. They'd gone around in one big circle but oh well. It was better then being stuck doing homework. Chase sighed as he led his thoroughbred mare, a rescue nicknamed Muse, toward her stall. She was a tall mare, sixteen point one hands, dark dappled grey and a former race horse that was almost considered anti-social. The mare trudged along behind her rider, mirroring his slightly slumped posture like one of defeat. Hours of work and she wasn't any better at dressage then she had been when they'd gone out. Heaving a sigh, the Maryland native patted the mare's muzzle as he headed down the aisle toward stall fourteen, Muse's stall. The plate on the stall door read "Don't Stop the Music" otherwise known as Muse.
Chase had his headphones in, Ipod turned up in his pocket and was kinda of spacing out like he had a tendency to do when Muse shied and started tugging the reins. Looking around, Chase caught the mare's halter and looked around for what was making her so unhappy. He caught sight of it in stall fifteen, a big chestnut horse was standing in the stall with a girl that was maybe fourteen if she was lucky.
Raising a brow, Chase stroked Muse's muzzle and coaxed her forward. The mare went rather unhappily, standing rigidly as Chase unbolted her stall door and walked her in before closing the door. He glanced at the girl again as he pulled out his headphones and started taking off Muse's tack.
"Who're you?" he asked a bit roughly, bad practices usually ruined his mood. Usually he was good with kids younger then him, today however, just wasn't his day.
Muse nickered and stomped her hoof, obviously unhappy about having a stall-neighbor.
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Post by AmOrE on Mar 14, 2009 16:35:53 GMT -6
Elle Windover [/color] ;Call me Classy, and Dark Chocolate[/right][/font][/i][/color] Elle nearly jummped out of her boots when she heard the young man's voice from behind her 'Who are you' he sounded rather angry for such a lovely day I'm Elle she paused as Classy bumped her arm slightly. She looked over at the stall across the little hall with the name tag 'Dark Chocolate' on it And This is Classy, What's your name? she was rather spunky today, she knew her horse would be here soon and that she needed someone to help unload him. Classy bumped her arm once more, asking for more chips but Elle ignored him.
Elle waiting for the young man to answer, and almost every other minute Classy bumped her arm for a chip.
Elle opened the heavy stall door, the closed and locked it. Well, Classy has two halters, and I think Cocoa would come with a lead so, I guess I'll give him one of Classy's.
[/b] she shrugged and grabbed a dusty old purple halter from Classy's door, leaving the dark green one and the matching lead there. Reaching up to hand the halter up onto the stall door's hook, the noise of a truck pulling up to the barn caught her attention Yes, I knew they'd get here She paused for a moment then turned to the boy Can you help me with something?[/color][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 15, 2009 13:55:57 GMT -6
Chase raised a brow at the little girl. She was what, seven years younger then him? Something like that, and way too happy for his current stormy mood. Oh well. Deciding to just ignore the kid, Chase turned his attention back to his sixteen hand thoroughbred. Muse, pleased with the return of her master's attention, let him remove her bridle, glad to have the bad-tasting bit out of her mouth. Bowing her head, the dappled mare began to drink from her water bucket. While Muse was doing that, Chase unbuckled the saddle and pulled it off, blankets and all. Using the half door of Muse's stall, Chase hung put the saddle and blankets on it until he could get them into the tack room.
Letting himself out of Muse's stall, Chase took the saddle, blankets and bridle into the tack room where he packed them away in the proper places. Considering he looked like some city-boy, gangster-wannabe, he was surprisingly neat about how he packed Muse's tack. It was probably because every penny he had went into Muse and her equipment and he wasn't planning on wasting all his hard earned cash.
When he was walking out of the tack room with Muse's grooming kit in hand, the little pipsqueak hadn't left but actually turned and asked for help. For a second Chase just stopped and stared at her before putting the grooming kit on the low wall of Muse's stall. "Everybody mucks their own stall kid, stable rules" Chase said, letting himself into Muse's stall.
The tall thoroughbred nickered in apparent amusement, moving from her water bucket to her hay net. Chase patted her side and started digging around in the grooming kit for the body brush.
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Post by AmOrE on Mar 15, 2009 19:49:52 GMT -6
Elle Windover [/color] ;Call me Classy, and Dark Chocolate[/right][/font][/i][/color] Elle looked rather taken aback at the boy’s rudeness What is his problem! she started to get a little frustrated ‘Everybody mucks their own stall kid’ this first part of the sentence had driven her to the edge what the hell is his problem!
[/b] she looked at him, directly in his eyes. She sighed how am I gonna get through to him. She took a deep breath and turned to him No, I’m getting a horse dropped off and Amy said I need another person to help me to get him out of the trailer. He’s a little people shy.She beckoned him to follow her and she walked out of the barn. A big black Chevrolet with a huge trailer behind it, had been pinpointly parked in front of the stable. A rather tall man was leaning on the back of the trailer, a clipboard in one hand, a pen in the other. Hello! she said walking rather briskly over to the man I am Elizabeth Windover. This is supposed to be the horse I adopted, Dark Cocolate she looked at the tall man as he snapped to attention ‘Oh! Hello, well I need you to sign the adoption papers first, then the shipping form’ he said, handing her the metal clipboard and a pen. She read briskly over the adoption papers then signing the bottom of every other page ‘and here is the shipping slip’ he said giving her another piece of paper to sign. The metal bar across the door squeaked very loudly as the man opened the trailer. A rather large dark brown gelding stood in the trailer. Cocoa thrashed his head trying to get out of the restraining halter Hold on a second, I have a halter for him! she said to the man, beconing for him to wait as she ran back into the barn, and around the horses in the crossties. She saw the boy was still in the stall with his horse, she grabbed the dusty purple halter and maching lead off of the stall door Come on, he’s here![/size][/color][/blockquote]
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 15, 2009 20:09:25 GMT -6
One reason Chase disliked kids? They didn't know when to quit. Chase looked up when the girl started talking again but before he could retort, she was off toward the open barn doors where a trailer was parked. Chase rolled his eyes and went back to Muse. He kept an eye on the kid out of the corner of his eye because he knew he would get slaughtered if the little punk got kidnapped while he was around. He was just starting to brush off Muse's dappled grey coat when the kid was shouting into the stable for him to get moving or something along those lines. Chase frowned and opened the stall door, dropping the body brush back in the kit. Muse snorted unhappily, hanging her head over the stall door, swishing her tail.
Leaving the mare, Chase strode out of the barn, folded his arms and glared at the kid. "I didn't agree to help you" Chase said pointedly. "Besides, he doesn't look that hard to handle."
Just as the words left his mouth, Chase remembered the first time he'd seen Don't Stop the Music. She'd been perfectly calm in the middle of a corral and then had gone absolutely insane when another horse had been walking past with a rider toward the race track. It had scared the hell out of him but now reminded him not all horses were as sleepy as they appeared. That thought made his lips twitch in a frown and he sighed loudly. If he didn't help the kid and the horse went nuts, she would get hurt and Amy would have his ass on a silver platter.
"Fine" Chase grumbled. "Just clip the lead on him and lets get this over with."
Going back to the stall that was labeled "Dark Chocolate" next to Classy, Chase pulled back the bolt and swung the stall door open, assuming the girl would lead the gelding right into the stall. Glancing in he found bedding laid and a full hay net. Leaving the door open, Chase headed back toward the trailer, waiting impatiently for the kid to either lead the horse or give him the lead.
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Post by AmOrE on Mar 15, 2009 20:38:21 GMT -6
Elle Windover [/color] ;Call me Classy, and Dark Chocolate[/right][/font][/i][/color] She was rather thrilled when the boy was going to help her. She watched him walk to Cocoa’s stall and open the big stall door. Dark Chocolate let out a lound whinny of terror when Elle approached him. The large gelding kicked out, hoping to strike something, but Elle was already too close to his head when he did. Elle approached him slowly and calmly. Dark Chocolate pawed the hay covered metal flooring of the trailer, almost like he was challenging her. He let out another louder whinny as she got even closer Wow, talk about high strung! she thought, taking a deep breath as she approached his head.
The gelding tried to kick her away with his front hooves, and failed miserably Hello, Cocoa she noticed his ears where flat against his head Your not going to make this easy are you almost in response he snorted at her. Elle managed to change his halter, and clip his lead onto the halter, she had to dodge several of his attempts to bite her. The main trouble now was leading him all the way to the other side of the barn.
Elle took a deep breath, and pulled the lead, directing his head to turn around. Cocoa raised is head and whinnied again, still following where she directed him. He was peaceful all until she got him out of the trailer.
The gelding being 16.2hh was rather difficult for Elle seeing she was only about 5’ 7”. The gelding, leaped up into the air almost like a motion like ‘I’m free’ then bucked, kicking the trailer door. She got him into the barn when he freaked, one of the horses had bitten his haunch. Help! she yelled, looking for the boy who was supposedly going to help her.
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 15, 2009 20:47:44 GMT -6
The kid was nuts, that was Chase's current assessment of her mental status. As he charged forward, Chase had to dodge several attempts to bite and kick him as the stock horse just went to town throwing a fit. Ushering the kid out of the way, Chase wrapped the lead around his arm, grabbed it higher up with his other hand and shifted his weight back. Being of greater weight then the other kid, he didn't have as much trouble using his weight to keep Cocoa from bucking and rearing. That and he was used to handling a rough and rowdy thoroughbred that was sixteen point two hands tall and as strong as any draft in the barn. The strength came with condition and Muse had conditioned Chase to be able to handle anything she threw at him so, now he put those skills to work on keeping Cocoa down.
Shifting his weight again, Chase began leading the gelding again toward the stall door. It was still open and as they passed Muse's stall, the thoroughbred snorted softly, watching with mild amusement as her owner struggled with the gelding. Chase always swore she gave him a hard time because she loved him and it was true but he was also certain she was enjoying his struggle with Cocoa.
Finally getting the gelding into the roomy stall, Chase closed the stall door and bolted it closed. Reaching up quickly to avoid being bitten, Chase unclipped the lead and let it drop loose, the metal end clacking on the stall door. Winding up the lead, Chase tossed it to the kid and leaned against Classy's stall door, studying the dark brown gelding in the stall.
"You had to pick a crazy one didn't you?" Chase said, not really expecting an answer as he straightened up and started toward Muse's stall to finish her grooming.
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