Post by Oxnard Stone on Jun 13, 2011 15:27:02 GMT -8
"Hello there. Can I help you with anything? No?""Hi folks, nice to see you here today, if you wouldn't mind stepping over to this pen I have something to show yo- oh, you're busy? Sorry sorry!"
"No really sir, this mare is really, really worth the money. She's worth far more than this in fact. You're not looking to buy? Oh. Well..."
He'd been trying all day. It was one thing to fail at selling a vehicle where any man could argue about it's strong and weak points but when you didn't know much about what you were selling and it is a live, breathing animal, you feel awful. The mare to him was stunning. In good health, a satiny coat, lively with wonderful floaty movement. She had a pretty, dishy face, and she looked terribly athletic. Being a Quarter Horse guy, she wasn't his cup of tea. But she was something "spectacular" and it didn't matter how many people passed through the sales yard... Nobody would look at her. It wasn't that they wouldn't be interested in such a fine specimen, just ... Most of the people already had horses, and didn't need any more, or they were passing through just to stroke a few noses before hitting Aspire's offices to register their child or to check for scholarship opportunities or when tryouts were for Aspire's riding programs etcetera.
Oxnard leaned carefully against the rails, his elbows holding him up as he chewed thoughtfully on a piece of hay that the mare had graciously sacrificed for the sake of his boredom. His glasses shaded his eyes, tinting his field of vision a sepia. The hat upon his head pushed down on his hair, giving him a dark, mystical kind of look. His tight white tee and exposed tattoos combined with the facial hair, just-above-shoulder length locks and the facial decor made him somewhat intimidating, he reckoned. Especially when he launched himself at people, waving around copies of the mares registration papers.
BUY HER. BUY HER.Oxnard leaned carefully against the rails, his elbows holding him up as he chewed thoughtfully on a piece of hay that the mare had graciously sacrificed for the sake of his boredom. His glasses shaded his eyes, tinting his field of vision a sepia. The hat upon his head pushed down on his hair, giving him a dark, mystical kind of look. His tight white tee and exposed tattoos combined with the facial hair, just-above-shoulder length locks and the facial decor made him somewhat intimidating, he reckoned. Especially when he launched himself at people, waving around copies of the mares registration papers.
As an instructor at AEA, he was put through rigorous testing and he had been selected to be their sales spokesperson. He was supposed to spend a certain amount of time with each horse that was on the sales block trying to market it to passerby's. He had sold a few horses already that day as people would travel across Alberta to see what Aspire was offering, but this mare needed a home. Needed. He just felt it in his pitifully withered heart that she wanted someone to love. She solidified this thought in his mind at the present time by leaping straight into the air and bucking happily.
Rubbing his nose with his index and thumb, he pocketed his hands and began to stride around again.[/justify]
"Three year old Trakehner mare. Chestnut. Really gorgeous mover. She's not fluffy but she is shiny."
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He groaned, wondering why he got put into this position. He never knew what to say and more often than not wondered of his mental state...
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words. 597 words.
tags. nayelli.
muse. shitty-ful.
inspiration. nun.
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