Star.Feesh
Pony Trotter
[ss:Summer Thoroughbred]
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Post by Star.Feesh on Mar 29, 2009 10:40:09 GMT -6
can you feel you heartbeat racing? can you taste the fear in her sweat?
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Skylar parked her truck outside the barn, this time without her three horse, slant load trailer hooked onto the back of it and gathered up her resume papers. She had talked to Amy briefly on the phone about working as a stable hand for a while, and she wanted to make a good first impression. Exodus was already settled in his stall and the rain had just started pouring down from the darkened skies, as if a flood gate had suddenly been lifted. The young woman nervously fixed her hair and pulled down the bottom of her button down shirt. Opening the door of the truck, she hopped out and shut the door and was jogging on her way into the barn. It wasn't raining hard enough to completely soak her yet, but she didn't want to be out in the cool rain any longer than necessary. Stepping in the barn, Skylar breathed in the comforting scents of horses, leather, and sweet feed that always seemed to linger in stables. The floor was a bit dusty, but everything was fairly clean and safe looking. She cast a smile down the isle at Exodus, who nickered loudly to her when he noticed her entrance. "Don't worry babe, I'll come see you in a second," [/b]
Looking around the barn, Skylar soon found the door labeled "Office" and knocked softly on it. She wasn't sure anyone was inside, but she thought it would be awful rude to just barge right in. As she waited, she fixed her resume papers again, making sure they were all perfectly straight and arranged how she wanted them. She watched the horses in their stalls, smiling to herself at how content they all looked. Exodus didn't seem to mind the pitter patter of the rain on the roof of the barn and dozed peacefully. Skylar couldn't wait to get to know all of the horses....sure, she was a people person, but she loved horses more than anything.
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 29, 2009 16:29:34 GMT -6
Amy Garland && Double Dutch Shuffling around in his stall, a handsome dark chocolate brown stallion hung his head over the half door that closed off his stall. He was a Noriker stallion, in his prime for the medium draft breed. A flaxen mane and tail offset the darkness of his pelt, white-feathered legs moving around within the confines of the stall while dark and intelligent eyes watched people passing his stall. The door was labeled "Double Dutch" but had no owner name. Those familiar with the stable associated two horses with the same owner, Aye Aye Captain and Double Dutch. The owner? Amy Garland, Southern Blues owner. Currently, Amy wasn't in Dutch's stall. A yelp from the tack room however, clarified just where the young woman was.
Twenty three with a small build and amazingly curly dark hair, Amy Garland tripped over a student's bridle and through the doorway of the tack room landing on her stomach. The grooming kit that she'd been carrying went flying, brushes and combs clattering on the ground and skidding over the concrete. Amy muttered several colorful curses, some in foreign languages, as she sat up and looked around for the bridle that had tripped her so she could flay the student that had left it laying around. Snatching up the groom case, Amy looked up from where she was sitting on the floor when she saw someone outside of her closed office door.
Raising a brow, Amy hopped to her feet, old riding boots noisy on the concrete. She was wearing old jeans obviously well worn, a white tank top with a blue and white checked shirt over it, unbuttoned. She looked like a self-made woman, independent and strong despite being barely over five and a half feet. Her long brown hair was amazingly curly and kinky, falling all around her face but she pushed it back and grabbed a few of the brushes she had dropped.
"Who ya' lookin' for hun?" Amy asked, her accent a southern drawl from the several years she'd spent with family down south.
From his stall, Double Dutch nickered and snorted softly, dark eyes watching the newcomer.
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Star.Feesh
Pony Trotter
[ss:Summer Thoroughbred]
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Post by Star.Feesh on Mar 29, 2009 18:59:51 GMT -6
Skylar watched as if stuck to the spot as the young woman tripped on a stray bridle and dropped all of her brushes. She immediately lurched forward and grabbed a few stray brushes that had ended up near where she stood next to the office door. She handed them back to the woman, who looked a few years older than herself. Only a few months into being twenty one, Skylar was still not used to the fact that she could go to clubs, buy alcohol, and pretty much do as she pleased. She neatly folded her resume and stuck it in the back pocket of her old Hollister jeans and picked up a few more brushed to put away. While she helped clean up the mess, she smiled at the other woman. "I was hoping to find Amy Garland. I'm supposed to talk to her about working as a stable hand here," She explained, brushing a few loose curls away from her captivating blue eyes as she spoke.
She looked briefly across the isle at the beautiful horse nickering at the two of them. His nameplate read "Double Dutch", a suiting name, Skylar though. He was big bodied and striking to the eye. Watching him for a few minutes reminded her of the horses her parent's had kept while she was growing up. Being an only child, Skylar had always felt a strong bond with horses, more so than she did with most people. The stallion looked so kind, she once again found her self unable to wait to know if she was hired as a stable hand. She had originally wanted to be an instructor at the barn, but knew she wasn't well known in this part of the States, so she was settling for stable hand for now. She hoped to eventually move up into a training position, but was grateful to even have a possible job. She knew if she didn't get the job, she'd need to get another one quickly, or she'd have to move Exodus elsewhere. Daddy was rich, yes, but generous, no. He insisted that she must learn to care for herself.
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Post by <Amy> on Mar 29, 2009 19:47:23 GMT -6
Accepting the gathered brushes from the girl, Amy stuffed them back into the case and looked up as Dutch nickered at them. "Ok, I'm coming baby" Amy said, walking toward the stall. Dutch snuffled and stepped back as Amy unbolted the door to his stall, slipping inside. The stable owner looked over at the other girl. "Looking for a job hmm? I hear Amy's a tyrant. Want some help getting your answers together for her interview? I've heard a few in my day since I started boarding Dutchy here, since his stall his near her office. Heard she won't be back 'til later so we have nothing but time." Oh Amy wasn't a naturally sly person but when she was in a groove, she was in a groove.
Double Dutch snorted softly as Amy pulled out a curry comb. Standing next to the draft, Amy's hair color seemed to match the stallion's rich coloring. She'd probably look a lot like him when her hair went gray with either age or stress depending on which one got her first. Amy prided herself in not bothering with coorprate, administrator looks and thus was wearing faded old work clothes since after all, she had to actually work. No skirts or high heels for this chick unless she was out on the town which was very seldom.
It wasn't that Amy was an anti-social person. She wouldn't run a stable if she wasn't social. No, it was just Amy either never had time or just didn't have a reason to go out into Ravenhook or any of the other surrounding small towns. The one time she'd been to D.C. or Richmond had been for major competitions, accompanying students that were in three day eventing or something like that.
Double Dutch hung his head over the stall door, looking at the other girl passively as if asking quietly for some loving while his mistress brought the curry brush over his muscular shoulders and back. He wasn't overly big but it was obvious that if given the reason, Dutch could cover some miles with quite a bit of weight on his back. Of course that was the whole point of the Noriker breed but he was as gentle as a teddy bear despite having been an abuse rescue.
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Star.Feesh
Pony Trotter
[ss:Summer Thoroughbred]
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Post by Star.Feesh on Mar 31, 2009 12:51:08 GMT -6
Skylar stepped towards Double Dutch as the other woman entered his stall and began currying his beautiful, chocolate coat. The big bodied stallion's head hung over the stall door and she watched with a smile as he looked angelically at her, as if asking her to come rub his big face. Unable to resist the chance to spend some time with such a gorgeous horse, Skylar extended a hand for the stallion inspect before running her hand softly over his forehead. She smiled as he seemed to relax even further. There was nothing more satisfying to her than a completely content horse.
As she petted Double Dutch, she smiled at the other woman's kindness. "That would be great," she replied, beginning to wonder how hard it would be to get the job. "I've been really nervous about the interview." Skylar was not normally a shy or nervous person, but with all the pressure on her to get the job, she knew it was more important than most other job interviews she'd ever gone to.
Seemingly perfect on the outside, Skylar's family always looked like they had everything together. Her father was had always been rich, his father had developed shopping centers all over the States and had passed on his fortune to Rhys when he died. He'd never had to work hard a day in his life, and eventually retired from owning the few small businesses he'd had. Skylar's mother, Rosalie, had married him when she was seventeen and bore Skylar when she was only eighteen years old. Her mother had only married for wealth and her father, for a young, sexy trophy wife.
Skylar tried hard to keep up the "perfect" image that had always been expected of her from her parents. When she decided to move out and continue horses at the age of eighteen, her father basically cut her off from the family and refused to help her out with financial issues. If she wanted to keep her beloved Exodus, she desperately needed a solid job so she could continue to take care of the elder horse.
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Post by <Amy> on Apr 6, 2009 19:54:15 GMT -6
Dutch snuffled his appreciation, totally content with a good face-rubbing and brushing. He was a big but passive equine, one of the many major successes of the TAEA program. Over the years he had served as Amy's only acceptable therapy after her major crash in the Olympic tryouts when she'd lost her prized stallion to serious injury. Of course at the time Dutch had been nearly insane, flinging himself all around in corrals and boxing the hell out of anyone that got near him. Now he was used as a therapy horse for new TAEA arrivals, often their partner in trust exercises and used to help break young horses by partially just being a comforting presence, a lead stallion of sort to give other horses the comfort of knowing one of their own kind was in charge and was obviously unharmed by a human hand.
Amy smiled and brushed the curry comb over Dutch's back, looking over at Skylar. She looked like the semi-rich, city girl type that wore designer jeans and spent an hour on her hair alone but Amy tried, keyword being tried, not to judge by appearances. It was hard though since usually her gut instincts were right about certain things such as stable staff. Anyone her gut said was bad didn't get hired but right now she was getting no such vibe from Skylar.
"Well, I guess an obvious question would be where have you worked before? Usually Amy goes for the ones that have experience with rescue stables or at least worked with horses at schools."
That wasn't always the case though. Amy's newly hired co-owner, Tanner Poll, had been just home taught before he had gone to teach at stables and then ask for a gig with Southern Blues. Of course it had taken a little bit of pushing and pondering for Amy to decide to sign over half of her administrative responsibilities to another person, much less a guy in a stable where half of her boarders were female and underage. Still, it was a leap of faith and so far she hadn't been disappointed.
"The stable's a rehab one for TAEA horses, like Dutch and Captain over there" Amy said, nodding to a sixteen hand, dappled grey mustang mix that hung his head sleepily over his stall door in the stall to Dutch's right. He looked at Skylar but withdrew his head, his typical shy act toward newcomers. "If you have experience with rescues it'll probably really help your case, even if its just for a stable hand position."
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