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Post by Story on Dec 16, 2013 22:37:50 GMT
Early morning sunlight seemed to illuminate the mist that loomed over the racetrack. Despite being so early in the day, business had started for many. Equine and humanistic figures stirred and drifted along. It was nearly silent, save for faint birdsong, distant voices, and the occasional nicker or whinny of a horse.
The golden light shone through the mist softly, catching the dirt surface of the track and throwing the deep gauges of hooves into relief, shadows scarring the soil. The rapidly approaching rhythm of hooves to ground crescendoed as a powerful Thoroughbred galloped past a figure on the rail. The staccato click of the stopwatch and soft scratch of the pencil came as times were recorded.
This was the everyday life of the racetrack, as predictable as the course of a swiftly moving river. Everything worked like clockwork. The feedings, training, races. Old railbirds hung about, keeping an eye for horses showing potential and comparing to favorite horses, reminiscing for the old days perhaps. The track remained as untouched as the old days where the only changes were the names, dates, and faces.
As a jockey, you are determined to make something of yourself. You must get that horse and ride to fame. As you study the young Thoroughbred examining its surroundings, you reflect on how this horse might be able to make the cut. Perhaps this horse would ride to fame with you in the irons.
"Hey-are you listening to me?" A grizzled old trainer lightly smacks your shoulder with a Daily Racing Forms paper. Startled, you blink and wait for him to speak.
"This horse is doing well in training but it's time to step up. We're sending the horse to a breeding and training facility located in West Virginia. You're going with the horse to work 'em and when the time comes, race 'em." The trainer spoke in a gruff, detached voice. "Pack up and be ready before noon. You leave today." With that said, he disappeared, leaving you with the horse and a groom.
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Post by Story on Dec 24, 2013 5:05:42 GMT
I, Story, declare Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility open!
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Post by Story on Dec 24, 2013 5:05:53 GMT
The sun had burned off the morning mist and the spring air was rapidly warming up. Returning from the practice racetrack was a tall black Thoroughbred colt, legs stretching forward eagerly. He was still hot from his morning run, still trying to wear off excess energy. His jockey remained on his back, the reins collected in a reminder to the colt to behave. Aiden Cross thanked the trainer that walked beside the large two year old horse, scratching notes out onto a coffee-stained, crumpled piece of paper with a well-chewed pencil.
Aiden dismounted from Transcendence's back, landing squarely on the balls of his feet. He gathered the reins in his hand and hesitated before dismissing the groom that had approached. He felt like doing the rub-down and massage himself this morning. He firmly believed in getting to know each horse in his stables, especially those in his charge. Transcendence had yet to settle down, shifting constantly despite the cross ties he was bound to. Aiden managed to strip the tack and hang it up before Transcendence began to grow antsy. He was known to kick out of sheer boredom, though it wasn't his intention to hurt anyone.
Adam Apparel was also in the Stallions & Colts barn, though he was standing in My Guy Red's stall. The chestnut stallion was drowsing, head hanging low, lips drooping and ears floppy. Adam was checking his legs for heat, something he'd been doing for the past several days. With the stallion's return to racing just a week away, Adam wanted to be absolutely sure that Red was ready. Any signs of heat or discomfort and swelling, and Red would be scratched. Adam wasn't about to put the horse into danger by making him run if he wasn't up to it.
Satisfied that Red was fine, Adam exited the stall, securing it. He turned just in time to see a broad white face hanging over the side of another stall door. "PV, you do that and you'll be in trouble." Paranormal Vortex froze, lips on the stall door latch. Thanks to his now-deceased surrogate dam, Nevada Virtue, the dark bay splash colt had figured out how to open several different stall door locks. He normally didn't bother to put his skills to the test, unless he wanted something. Adam scanned down the aisle and snorted. A groom had left a bag of cheese puffs outside of another colt's stall. PV had gotten a taste of them and now adored the little goodies. That was certainly incentive enough for him to try to escape from his stall.
Fay Underwood was visiting the Broodmare section of the barn, rubbing her hand over the broad barrel of a glossy bay mare. "You're gonna have a beautiful baby, huh? I've seen your other babies. They're perfect." She breathed, stroking Graceland Ryder's neck. The broodmare was barely showing her latest pregnancy, for she'd only been bred two months prior after a year's break from having foals. Gracie was the facility's most prized mare for her conformation, temperament, and the fact that she was a great mother. She produced plenty of milk, was patient with her foals, and wasn't overly protective of her foals around humans like No Logistics was.
"Aiden said that if I'm still around when your little foal is ready for racing, that she's as good as mine. I think you'll have another filly, pretty girl. She'll be pretty like you." Fay whispered, mind straying back to her own mare. Tempered Grace had died a few years ago, following the birth of her first foal, now grown up to be Paranormal Vortex. She missed her mare, but she was glad she could watch PV grow into a fine young horse.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 6:33:48 GMT
Mercedes Wilde stepped into the dankness of the stables, her wide, pretty blue eyes taking in the sight warm bodies shifting, and hay floating lazily in the still air. She sighed quietly, and made her way to the filly's section of the building. LuLu's head hung out of the stall, her chin resting on the door, and her chocolate eyes were half-closed. She flicked a black-tipped ear in greeting to her owner, before rumbling quietly and lifting her delicate head.
The cherry bay was beautiful, to say the least. The filly had the grace and petiteness of her mother, but the strong conformation and looks of a champion from her triple-crown father. Sadie appraised the racehorse, then went to grab her lead and tack. The little, blonde jockey hummed under her breath on the way to the tack room. She was kind of relieved to be free from babysitting her precious little daughter. The toddler was down for a nap, and Sadie had slipped away for just a few minutes to run LuLu.
A big, flashy red truck pulled into the facility parking lot. The paint was shiny, and glinted the sun. The trailer it pulled was just as nice, with a black logo of a running horse on the side, and tinted windows for whatever horse was inside to peer out. A tall, lanky figure stepped out of the confines of the vehicle. He was dressed in a 3/4 sweater, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to reveal tanned arms. His hair was fairly dark, and his eyes were an ominous green. He had a certain air of arrogance, in the way he carried himself, and looked around at the facility around him.
The man sighed and moved to the back of the trailer. He let the ramp down, and gazed at two colts inside. One was quite larger than the other, towering at nearly 17 hands. His bay coat was dusty, and his ebony mane and tail were tangled. The other, was about a hand shorter than the first. He was a blue roan, and unlike other roans, his coat was quite literally blue. It faded to black on his face and legs, but he held a startling beauty that mesmerized anyone who looked upon him.
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Post by Toothless on Dec 24, 2013 14:00:27 GMT
( I'll rp horse, let me get on a computer )
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Post by Toothless on Dec 24, 2013 14:19:31 GMT
As it so happened, Jaxxon Carter was strolling past the parking lot of Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility when her knowing brown eyes settled on the newbie. Another one? The facility was gaining jockeys and trainers like it was the old Western gold rush. With a slight roll of her eyes at that thought, Jaxxon averted her path and headed towards the new guy. Her hackles raised a bit at the air of arrogance around the man, but she chalked it up to being the new guy in a foreign place, so the man must be throwing up a shield to protect himself. As she was walking over, she watched the guy stride around his truck and head for the trailer, swinging it open to look inside. From her position, Jaxxon couldn't see the horses, and that raised a bit of curiosity in her. As Jaxxon neared, she pulled herself to her full, jockey-sized height, blinked once to clear her gaze, and pushed a strand of hair out of her gaze. "Oi, hello there," she called. "Need any help? Name's Jaxxon - Jaxxon Carter."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 15:58:46 GMT
The man turned when he heard Jaxxon. His brow furrowed, and he looked her over curiously. He cleared his throat, shifting to shorten his 6'2 frame. "Liam Fitzgerald." He spoke calmly, but his voice was cool, and his eyes icy as he looked away from the jockey and around at the facility.
"I don't think I need any help..." He paused, reluctant to ask for any. But his two colts were a handful, and hated to be separated. "Nevermind, I need help bringing these two to the stables. I'll be able to find my way around after that." He moved into the trailer and looped both of the lead ropes around his hands and lead the blue roan and bay out. Liam handed Jaxxon King of the Hill's lead. He ran a hand through his dark hair, glancing back at the jockey.
"This is King on the Hill. King for short, and this is Odyssey. Od [U-ed] for short." His voice was still smooth and cold, and he closed the trailer ramp as he waited for the jockey to lead the way to the stables. This place wasn't too his taste, but he'd tried to make the best of it.
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Post by Toothless on Dec 24, 2013 16:09:32 GMT
Jaxxon raised an eyebrow at the man's cold, indifferent tone. Well, someone must've woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. "Sure," she said, taking the lead rope. "Stables are this way; follow me." With that, she turned to coo softly at the horse whom she lead and began to march in the direction of the stables, hips swaying back and forth slightly. She slipped into the barn, breathing in the scent of the horses and hay, and grinned. "Hey, Brego," she greeted when she passed her stallion's stables. The dark bay tossed his head and let out an affectionate whinny. "The empty stalls are down this way," Jaxx told Liam, headed towards the far side of the barn. Finally, they reached two empty stalls and Jaxx lead King into the first one, murmuring comforting words to the beast. "Oi, you're a pretty pony, aren't you?" Her voice was soft and lilting, filled with a childlike wonder as she gazed upon the magnificent body of King.
[OMG I'M GONNA NAME A HORSE 'King Under the Mountain' xD 'Thorin' for short <3]
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Post by Spotify on Dec 24, 2013 22:41:59 GMT
Mia raised herself up on her toes, she slowly began to bounce to the beat of the drum. She bounced for a moment, searching for the beat and rhythm to touch all of her senses, than she broke out in a beautiful and graceful dance that was known as the contemporary style jingle dress. The dance was usually preformed at what the Native Americans called a powwow. Which was a gathering of tribes that involved tons of dancing, singing, and even competition. Mia's dream was to become a champion dancer one day and she wouldn't if she didn't practice. That's what this was a practice session and it wasn't actual powwow. If it had been she would have worn her regalia which consisted of beautifully beaded accessories and exquisitely sewed jingle dresses. While she practiced though she wore a long sleeve half zip jacket and compression leggings. Her feet were bare and her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail. The song ended and Mia stopped with one hand on her hip and with a hand on her beautiful eagle black and white fan. She posed for a moment longer and than she smiled as she stopped her iPod and headed for the barn. She needed to make sure she put her fan in her fan box. It couldn't touch the ground. If it did she wouldn't be able to pick it up. Only a veteran or highly respected elder would be able to. Mia hummed her favorite song by her favorite northern drum which was Northern Cree.
The small native girl entered the structure that was named the barn with a smile on her face. She loved to dance. It was her passion, but even her love for dancing wouldn't stop her of pursuing her dream of becoming a well known jockey. Her smile widened when she spotted a young black colt. "Hello, Havoc."she whispered to the fiery colt. She smiled and glanced around the barn, searching for someone to talk to.
Hope tilted her head, the girl's eyes were half closed in wonder,"Firefoot."she breathed. The girl was still in enchanted by the colt. He was so beautiful even with his scars. His personality was amazing too. He was so sweet and trusting of people even though he suffered years of abuse just like Hope. That was why the pair was inseparable.
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Post by Toothless on Dec 25, 2013 22:59:49 GMT
Smooth, talented movements easily secured the girth to the round barrel of the colt who was named simply 'Brego.' The dark bay bobbed his head slightly, twisting it around to breath warm air at his owner, Jaxxon Carter. The Brit snorted, turning her head as well to blow a puff of air at Brego's nose. The horse snorted in surprise, jerking his head back with a shake of his mane. With delicate fingers, Jaxxon secured the saddle and snagged the bridle hanging on the stall door, slipping it over her colt's head. Brego took the bit without complaint, rolling it around with his tongue for a minute before he relaxed. Jaxxon gave his neck a pat before she backed up, leading the horse along. "Ready to go for a run, Brego?" she whispered.
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Post by Spotify on Dec 25, 2013 23:05:03 GMT
Mia smiled as she spotted a flash of color and movement in the corner of her eye."Hey!"the young Native American called out. She followed after the pair. They had captured her attention for the moment. Boredom was Mia's worst enemy and the best way to escape boredom was by having some contact with another human and Mia was always in search of a few more friends. Firefoot and Sweetheart didn't really talk back to her and she needed just someone to talk to even for a minute.
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Post by Toothless on Dec 25, 2013 23:08:36 GMT
Jaxxon's head snapped up and swung in Mia's direction. She relaxed when she caught sight of the young Native American. "Hello," she responded warmly. "How are you today, Mia?" Brego stepped forward and draped his head over Jaxxon's right shoulder, breathing softly against her cheek. Absently, she reached up to scratch behind one ear. The horse was attached at the hip with his owner, as was evident by his current behavior.
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Post by Spotify on Dec 25, 2013 23:16:01 GMT
Mia smiled softly at the young Brit, the girl had been one of the first people to say hello to Mia when she first arrived,"Hey, Jaxxon. And I'm doing well today, thank you. How are you today?"she replied. The colt caught Mia's gaze and she observed it's behavior carefully. Her head was tilted and her eyes half closed. The colt kind of reminded her of Colors and Promises.
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Post by Toothless on Dec 25, 2013 23:44:35 GMT
"Oi, I'm good. Thanks." Jaxxon grinned. "I guess you haven't met my colt before, have you? Mia, meet Brego. Mark my words, he'll be a Triple-crown winner one day. I can tell." She gaze the creature a pat. Brego was watching Mia as well, warm breath tickling Jaxxon's cheek. The horse was beautiful, as most were; his dark bay coat tapered into a deep ebony at his knees, and suddenly changed into a pure white on his hind legs, forming two socks. In the center of his forehead, there was a diamond-like shape, colored white so that it stood against the brown coloring. His gleaming eyes bored into Mia, assessing her character even as his ears flicked, angling backwards. He disliked many other people - distrusted them. He was only loyal to Jaxxon, and would most likely never trust another human to the extent that he trusted his owner.
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Post by Spotify on Dec 26, 2013 0:31:32 GMT
Mia smiled softly at the beast, he was an intelligent creature that much was clear,"He's gorgeous. He sorta of reminds me of my filly, Colors and Promises. They almost have the same coloring. She's brown and white to."she remarked, tilting her head at the beast once more. She sighed,"I guess I'm being a pest, huh?"she said, smiling shyly. A light color of red entered her cheeks as she realized she had probably interrupted something. It look as if Jaxxon was on her way to excerise Brego and that was something Mia needed to do with Sweetheart and Havoc.
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