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Post by Marc Reefer on Jun 9, 2011 19:46:32 GMT -8
Marc was new, oh boy was he new. He had arrived less than an hour ago and already his parents had called twice to bitch. His phone? Oh it was on silent- once more. He was sick of the sound lf it, but didnt dare leave it in his rooms. He had to know the time, he had to be back for orientation. But he wanted to wander the grounds for, see what he could find. Really he was looking for a good stoner hiding spot. He was almost always high, it got him through the stupidity of every day life. It let him deal with his parents. Oh gosh, his parents. Heaven forbid they send him a horse he could work with. They kept Spalding home, of course. It was incentive, control, and sent him his sisters high strung knob-headed mare. She was beautiful, had great movement but lord almighty she was an idiot. She fought everything. Even just being fed she fought! She was crack-knobbed, but he couldn't blame her. His sister ruined her. She had once been full of potential- ah well. S'pose they were both here to learn.
Paso was in her paddock, ignoring him. Which was fine, the chestnut was no Capt. Spalding, which he did hold against her. Spalding was the best. He was a prime paso example, but of course his idiot parents gelded the bay when Marc showed interest. No fine bloodlines coming from HIS champion horse, oh no, heaven forbid! But thats ok, spalding still loved Marc, and was probably going bonkers without him. At least his brother was still there, Spalding liked him.
Marc climbed under a fence, greeting a knob-kneed little filly and her grayed out mother. Offering both of them the sugar cubes he had brought with him. "you don't mind me, do ya girl?" He asked the mare, gently scratching her withers. She snorted and wandered off to graze, easily dismissing him as her filly took off playfully chasing butterflies. Marc? Well, stone cold sober as he was today he set about sketching the cheerful little filly, impressed with her boldness. He wasnt too shabby, either, though his poetry was much better, sometimes words simply could not capture the beauty of horses. Of course sometimes graphite came short too. He found himself, for the next hour, talkimg to, playimg with, and sketching the filly. And whem she napped he focused on her mother. Her belly was pulled in, obviosly not a third or forth time mother, and she still had the well defined figure of a race horse. She must not have cared for the tracks to be so young, and well made, and already a brood. 'mew'.
"what the-" 'mew'. A tiny kitten bundled up in s coat to fluffy to see its face snuck up to his leg. 'mew' "are you lost little guy?" He offered the kitten a piece of pepperoni- he carried munchies at all times- and smiles when the grah and gold furball tackled it ferociously. "my my such an appetite for a little thing!" He chuckled. "where's your momma, eh?"he rolled the kitten over tickling its belly to recieve a loud pur.
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Post by California Leone on Jun 11, 2011 13:57:30 GMT -8
 
The day was perfect. The sky was a beautiful, bright blue with little to no clouds flitting across it to flaw it's wonderful perfection. The sun shone high in the sky, a lovely orange and yellow ball of light giving its warmth to the living creatures of the planet named Earth. Animals were alive and everywhere, and one could clearly tell that the season was spring. Three squirrels ran around a fallen tree, the two in the back fighting often, symbolizing that the other must be female. Birds, hidden away in the thick branches of the trees, chirped loudly to one another, the males singing their beautiful mating songs. A large farm sat in the middle of all this perfect spring weather, and because it was filled with horses, it made the place that much more beautiful. The farm was more like a school, for there were dorms and classrooms and such, but you could have your own horse there. That was one of the many good things about Aspire Equine Academy. Or at least, that's what California Hope Leone thought, anyway.
California Leone was a beautiful young lady of about seventeen years of age. Her hair was a beautiful light blonde color and her eyes were bright blue. She stood at about five feet, six inches and weighed no more than ninety-eight pounds. A skinny thing she was, but she was an excellent rider, and she rode at the Aspire Equine Academy with her horse Dust In The Wind. On this beautiful, spring morning, she wore her black breaches, a hot pink tank top, and her black riding boots to the barn. She didn't feel comfortable changing in the locker room yet, and so she changed in her home before arriving at the barn. Her hair was pulled back in a loose, messy bun, but her make-up was done to perfection.
As she arrived at the barn, her light pink convertible rolled to a stop before dying as she turned the engine off. The ride from her home to the stables was tremendously short, and sometimes she wished that it was just a little longer. She loved the barn and rider, there was no doubt about it, but her horse, Dusty, was a very rowdy mare that didn't really like to be caught and ridden. Dusty had never truly been taught that humans were okay, and so she ran from them in the fields, and hardly ever let someone get close to catching her. That was one reason why California tried to keep her in the stall. Though she still tried not to get caught, she wasn't as hard to catch, and she couldn't easily move in the stall. Although, trying to catch a wild horse in a stall is a very dangerous thing to do, and it would probably be better for California to just leave her in the fields at night so that it was less life threatening to her if Dusty tried anything.
The young blonde sighed and climbed out of her convertible, not bothering to shut the top, for there was nothing in the car for someone to steal. Pushing the door shut, she walked into the barn, moving straight to the tack room. She walked straight to where she knew Dusty's halter would be hanging, and grabbed the aqua halter and lead off of the hook before walking back to her mare's stall. The horse barely perked her ears in California's direction before sticking her nose back in the bucket of oats. California sighed and walked into the stall, and somehow she managed to slip the halter over the mare's nose and buckle it without her really noticing. A triumphant smile lit the young girl's face as she tugged on the lead rope and the mare responded with just walking with her. Once they were out of the stall, though the horse went wild, rearing and kicking like she was a wild mare being captured. "Easy, Dusty! Easy! We're not going for a ride!" California said in her thick British tones, pulling the horse to the entrance of the barn.
As soon as Dusty saw that they weren't headed to the tacking stall, she immediately calmed down and followed California willingly. Cali led the horse out to the pastures before opening the gate and taking off the mare's halter and letting her run out into the field. Shaking her head at the horse, California walked through the pasture, her camera hanging around her neck as she moved around to look for horses to photograph. At last, she came upon a lovely chestnut, and she immediately dropped down on one knee so that she would be more balanced before snapping a few pictures of the horse. After a moment or so, California stood up again and looked around. She had to do a double take, but she found a guy by a young mare and her filly. Smiling, she walked over to him and immediately noticed the kitten that he was playing with. "Um... hello. Are you new here?"
"talking like this"
think like this
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Post by Marc Reefer on Jun 13, 2011 0:57:03 GMT -8
Marc had become so engrossed with the dual-colored kitten he didn't notice when the girl joined him. His first reaction was to check his pocket- good everything was hidden still. "uhm, yeah. Just arrived today." he answered her, smiling. It was rare to find Marc in a bad mood. He stood up, dusting his pants off and offered his hand to her through the fence. "i'm Marx, Marc Reefer."
He glanced around, suddenly self concious. What was he doing? She'd ditch him if she knew what he was, what he did. Everyone ditched him, or used him for his pot. It sucked, it really sucked because he wished they'd ditch him instead. How sad indeed. He licked his lips and looked down, pushing his pens and pencils into the baggy pocket of his cargo pants. Thw black fabric seemed heavier than it was- and very clearly wasn't meant for riding in, but his black boots; scuffed and worn; were riding attire, proper shoes for around horses. At least his toes wouldn't break.
"what's your name?" he asked as he picked up the ever-so-ferocious kitten and crawled under the fence. The young foal trotted by them, no doubt wondering where her playmate was going. " have you been here long?" he asked, almost wishing she would mention going for a ride or walk. Standing always made him more awkward, uncomfortable. Marc could never explain it. Maybe it was just chic's. Maybe they did this too him. She was pretty, so she could easily disruot his balance, but no it wasn't that. It was just not knowimg what she thought about, well, pot. Where he was from, first, he could smoke it almost freely. It had been why his family moved to Oklahoma. He missed L.A. it had been a great 8 years. But all good things must come to an end.
"beautiful day, huh?" ah, my silly little Marc. Maybe someday you'll blossom into a less tongue-tied little fool. Maybe girls will become easier to deal with and your oarents more understanding. Poppy cocks. He ran s nervous hand through his hair, trying not to react to the kittens claws as it climbed up his shoulder, purring. Someone had been handling the little guy, he was too content with stranger Marc.
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