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Post by vanessa on Jul 17, 2012 14:37:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 500; padding: 10,bTable][atrb=style,background-color: #442020; padding-top: 2px; border: 1px solid #000][STYLE=font-size: 20px; font-family: times; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 0px;] No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here [/style] 16. Around 8am a Saturday. Fox | An angered sigh left thick peach lips as those sharp green eyes looked away from Victor as she adjusted the stirrups on Anthem's saddle and then looked around the barn. She was not, and never would be, an early riser but this morning was different, one of the instructors, Victor Brook had told her and a few other riders that they could join him out on a trail ride with their horses. As much as she hated bonding with the human species, she owed it to Anthem to take him out of his stall, unlike most of the horses here, he had too much energy to be kept in a cooped up 10x10 all day. This morning he had been a complete joy, letting her groom him, and brush his tail with no issues, as well as gear him up. Gladly she was the first one done, being so small people would think she'd have problems, but she found her ways around such issues, especially with such a leggy horse. Riding helmet on, she walked out of the stables, Anthem's black leather reins in one of her gloved hands as she reached the meeting post by one of the paddocks to wait on the rest of the group. "I bet your excited to be out of that little place aren't ya?" Vanessa whispered to Anthem who kept his head lowered on her shoulder, nickering in complete agreement as she rubbed her wrist against his big forehead.
Looking around quietly, her cold dagger reflecting eyes locked on the instructor who was greeting some new riders he hadn't met before. She had met him, and it was more like a joke, blatantly ignoring him for taking her cigarettes away, but then again it was her fault for bringing them to the meeting office. Sighing, she looked down to her riding boots, her reflection a bit smudgy off the toes but decent enough non-the less. Walking around Anthem, she slipped the reins over the larger Gelding's neck before she lowered the stirrups. Vanessa would ever use a mounting block, she'd rather climb and scale her way up onto the horse's back then use any given aid, so when a voice came up behind her she almost jumped. "I'll give you a boot up." Came Victor's voice. Turning quickly, with Anthem looking at the western man quietly Vanessa frowned. "Just because I'm short doesn't mean I want your help." She snapped before turning and glaring at the designs on the all-around English saddle. She heard him mutter something and then move onto the on coming group, which was small made up of four riders including herself.
Huffing, she braced onto the saddle and leaned her left foot into the metal brace and leaned upwards on her elbows, swinging her right foot over and finally sitting on the saddle. Anthem huffed before nosing the ground some, letting Vanessa adjust herself on him as he looked towards the other horses. Once she finished, she looked back and then stroked Anthem's neck, letting him stand still as they waited for Victor. Once everyone was up and ready, she watched the cowboy jump onto his horse before setting the group off. Waiting, Anthem was forced to let the others past first, Vanessa always happy to take up the rear of the small group. Nudging him softly, Anthem moved into a walk behind the other horses, his head raised looking ahead curiously as Vanessa glanced off to the side and around, trying to enjoy the scenery. There was short conversation that was up ahead to the start of the group but Vanessa remained withdrawn, looking at the sun light filtering in through the trees.
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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 17, 2012 18:19:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 622 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED VANESSA NOTES N/A Fox, for once, was grateful of his 'alarm'. Pippin had woken him early enough for the ride he'd been asked to attend by Mr Brook. He didn't mind that it was so early, the trails were lovely in the morning sun. The tall male settled Pippin into her cage with a promise that he would return soon and a scattering of snacks for the proud bird. Fox then jogged down to the barn to ready Bionic, knowing the chestnut thoroughbred wouldn't be too pleased at being woken to ride this early. He was an extremely lazy gelding. He saw a smattering of students, four apparently including himself. Unless he had not seen anyone. "Hey Mr B." Fox greeted the man as he passed, and smiled at the other students as they worked with their horse. He decided to go and get the tack before disturbing Bionic.
Arms laden with tack, a heavy duty western saddle resting over his forearm, Fox made his way back down the aisle of the barn and down to Bionic. The gelding hung his head tiredly over the stall door, his ears flopped effortlessly and his lower lip jutted out. Fox chuckled fondly. "Just a trail ride, boy. No hard work today." He smiled, ruffling the thoroughbred's forelock affectionately. Bionic snorted softly, and shuffled back from the door to allow his master inside. Fox found it strange that his boots did not jingle as he walked, the absence of his spurs obvious to him. He rarely used them on the trail as Bionic tended to relax more and was more responsive. It was only really during training, which they'd been doing a lot of, did he use them. "Have you noticed anything strange down here in the nights, boy?" He asked his gelding softly as he ran a brush over his gleaming pelt. The horse flicked one audit back to show he was listening. "No, nor me boy. The spirits aren't very active here. It's strange, I thought there would be more with all the demons these kids carry with them." Fox neglected to add his own, on purpose.
Soon Bionic was ready, and Fox led him from his stall and out to where the other riders had gathered. He tipped his hat back in greeting, the large brim shading his face slightly. Humming softly to the slowly awakening Bionic, Fox slipped his foot into the stirrup and hoisted himself into the saddle quick enough so that it would not slip. Shifting his weight to make it a little more central, he gathered the reins in one hand and asked Bionic to move forward. He chuckled a little as he heard one of the girls, also riding a thoroughbred, snap at Victor for offering his help. Fox shrugged and grinned at the man as he turned around with a questioning look. "Girls, hey?" He offered quietly, laughing softly at his exasperated look.
As the ride set off, Fox kept Bionic at the center of the group. If he were at the back, he'd be too lazy and they'd never get going, and at the front he'd get intimidated with having to lead. The middle was just right. Murmuring to him softly, Fox's eyes flickered over each side of him, and then briefly behind him. He noticed that he was riding just ahead of the petite girl. "Lovely morning, huh?" He offered with a smile, his tone friendly. "I'm Fox." He introduced himself. He may as well. Everybody knew everybody here eventually. There was no escaping it, as much as some tried to. Fox, on the other hand, liked to meet new people. He hadn't met many yet though, basically just Charlie. She was nice though. He liked Charlie. these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by vanessa on Jul 17, 2012 19:30:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 500; padding: 10,bTable][atrb=style,background-color: #442020; padding-top: 2px; border: 1px solid #000][STYLE=font-size: 20px; font-family: times; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 0px;] No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here[/style] 16. Around 8am a Saturday. Fox | The large gelding chewed on his bit loosely as he walked along, ears wavering back to Vanessa every now and then but would push forward, naturally curious of the place around him. Green hues swept over the riders ahead of her, another girl and two boys, all of whom she didn't know. Anthem's snort made her attention fall back to the young horse that didn't like where she had placed him. "Hey now don't go misbehaving' on your first ride out." Vanessa said, stroking his long neck softly. He was a good horse, ever since day one, he had been a wonderful horse to handle, pushy but a great ground animal. Vanessa still owed it to Mr. Locklear for letting Anthem come with her to this boot camp place. A brisk sigh left her lips as Anthem settled down easily, looking to the slightly smaller chestnut gelding directly in front of him. "Lovely morning, huh?" Came a voice she didn't know, nor heard before right this moment. Looking away from the trees she sought the culprit right in front of her, western on a.. Thoroughbred. Blinking in mild amusement, the boy spoke on and Vanessa waited patiently for her turn to speak. "I'm Fox." was his name. Fox? The name made Vanessa tilt her head some as she wondered what to make of him.
"Fox? What were your parent's out hunting with coonhounds when you were born?" oooh, Harsh. Chuckling some, she nudged Anthem to walk up along side the boy's horse so she was besides him now. Vanessa had a mean taste of humor so she had to be quick to fix it before he took it literally. "I'm only messing with you. I'm Vanessa." She said with the most polite smile she could muster. In all honesty it looked like a bad type of fake smile a person could possibly make, while drunk with beer. Naturally she studied his horse and wondered why in the world he would ride a TB with western. Looking at Fox, to his pretty chestnut and back to Fox again Vanessa wrinkled her nose a bit in disgust. "But why are you riding a thoroughbred in.." Vanessa's voice trailed off as she leaned some on Anthem's saddle towards Fox, one hand against her cheek as she whispered. "western?" She made it sound as if he was doing things all wrong, he didn't need a huge bulky western saddle bur rather a simple English one. Anthem nickered at the other horse, reaching over and playfully mouthing some of the other gelding's mane before looking ahead, the slow walk a nice change of pace for all of them really.
Sitting back in her seat comfortably, she let Anthem slowly sway her with his movements, tail reaching his white sock markings as small chatter was shared in the group. Victor was quite the friendly guy with the students, and his smile made Vanessa feel a bit bad about snapping at him in the first place. Oh well maybe if she had a chance she would correct herself. Then again, when she corrected herself, she sounded just as harsh as the first time around. Gathering her thoughts back, the dark haired girl looked back to Fox with an almost pouty face. "If it weren't for the horses, I would of bailed this place. What keeps you here?" She randomly asked, always curious as to what kept the rebellious kids of her generation grounded to this boot camp, perhaps for the same reason as herself, or maybe there was something more? Whatever it was Vanessa wanted some insight on it, perhaps it would help her cope with being stuck here and having a strict schedule of when she could be with Anthem. Fox looked like a guy that had been around a few times, heck maybe he had even been here for enough time to know things she didn't yet, but one could never be too sure.
"Speech!"
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Post by FOX CHARLIE LUNE on Jul 18, 2012 16:50:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 393 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED VANESSA NOTES N/A "Oh no, don't be silly. The fox is my spirit animal, according to my mother. Hence the name." He told her seriously, grinning hugely. The sort of apology soon after made him laugh. "Good try, it's probably the best one I've heard." He complimented with a grin, his blue eyes sparking with good humour. "Great to meet you, Vanessa." He chose to overlook the positively fake looking smile. Fox was just happy to interact with people, it didn't matter if they didn't warm to him right away. Or if ever.
He felt the girl's eyes flicker to him, then down to Bionic who shifted his weight lazily and snorted, taking the reins and lowering his dome. Fox raised a brow at her tone, looking at her in confusion. "You're asking me that as if I don't know I'm using a western saddle." He chuckled in amusement. "As for why I'm riding Bionic in this discipline, it's for his own good and our enjoyment. He associates an English saddle with pain," Fox explained, remembering how the gelding reacted when an instructor had tried to help Fox with the gelding when he'd first had the horse. "And Thoroughbred's make fantastic barrel runners, their speed and agility is unmatched." He told her, raising a brow. "I think a more fitting question would be, why aren't you riding a thoroughbred in western?" He countered, his expression growing mischievous.
Bionic nickered to the other gelding as he latched onto his mane, his eyes turning on the bay and snorting slightly. He offered no other reaction, the chestnut still only waking up. His movements were lazy, his heels almost dragging in the dusty ground of the trail, and his tail flickered every now and then to swat the awaking bugs trying to nibble his pelt. As Fox looked over to Vanessa, he chuckled when he saw the pouty expression. He wondered what the next question would be. He soon found out. His eyes dropped from her face, his features darkening a little. "I have to get a hold of my temper." He answered quietly, but did not elaborate. It probably wouldn't be best to inform the girl he'd just met that he was an unintentional murderer. Especially as they'd fallen a bit behind the group. He honestly wasn't about to go all Freddy Cruger on her or anything. Promise. these dry bones cry for you |
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