Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[Story]

Yeaaah. Um...crap, I have no idea where to start. If you can, I'll begin looking for pictures of your darling Hope.

[Spotify]

Haha okay. It might be a bit though lol

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"Hey," Bellamy nodded back, adjusting the straps on her riding gloves to tighten them. The sound of the velcro made Sox dance slightly to the side, and Bell touched the reins lightly, murmuring something slowly to calm him. The stallion perked his head up at Aniol, his ears forward and light brown eyes inquisitive. He nickered in return, throwing his head up to shake his mane out. Bellamy rolled her eyes, smirking slightly before returning her gaze to Skya. "Oh, sure. I dunno how he will behave but I guess we'll find out." She glanced down at the newest addition to her small herd of horses, fingering a piece of deep chestnut mane.

[Leo]

_{Dziki Aniol moved a little, side stepping before taking hesitant steps towards the stallion. He was yet to grow a hot head from all the, ehem, hormones since he was uncut, and Skya hoped he didn't get too cocky. But with his personality already towards humans, he was likely to be worse to horses. He may even need his own little paddock/pen. She notified the way he warily eyed Bellamy, sniffing at Sox before pulling back and dancing away, Skya reining him in a circle to face the duo yet again. "He'll be fine," she assured, finally offering a smile. She asked for a elongated trot from Aniol, his athletic legs working in a synchronized pattern as they made their way to the front of the facility. Trail rides were her favorite chore when it came to horses. It wasn't even really a chore, since she enjoyed it so much.}

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Liam Fitzgerald had been at the facility for a few hours now. He had settled his two rambunctious colts, had set up his room, and acquainted himself with the layout of the land. He now stood out near the pasture, his hands shoved gingerly in his faded jeans pockets, his face turned towards the high afternoon sun. Liam’s eyes were closed gently, the hollow beneath them lavender in the bright light. He seemed at peace, but darker things were swirling around in his mind. He let out a breath, and turned on his heel, eyes fluttering open.

The sky was a startling blue, and he had to blink several times for his eyes to adjust. This place was beautiful, but Liam hated it. He hated anywhere he had to settle. At least he didn’t know anyone at this place. Well, who would know a nobody trainer with two skinny colts? He didn’t amount to much of anything, and people seemed to notice that. Whenever he got close to someone, or grew fond of anyone, they seemed to shove him out of his life. He was sick and tired of it all. He’d come here for a fresh start, and that’s what he intended on.

He wasn’t falling in love here. Not with the place, not with any of the people, and definitely not any of the girls. He was here strictly for business. He was going to immerse himself in trying to make his two boys racer-material.

Liam sighed as he thought about King of the Hill and Odyssey. The two thoroughbreds were brothers, and were rather close, but both were head-shy, stubborn, and lazy. Neither really liked to run, but he had seen them go all out before… They could be superstars on the track, if only he could figure the two brothers out. King of the Hill was a handful. He liked to kick, bite, and paw things, whether they were human or equine. Odyssey was a shy fellow, and normally followed the lead of King.

But Liam saw potential, and in great abundance. The trainer scratched his head. He needed to find a strong-willed jockey that would be willing to work with either or. He needed to have a strong hand and know his way around a horse. Though, what Liam wasn’t expecting, was an array of female jockeys. Back from where he’d come, they were far and few between. Cross seemed to attract the girls like a magnet, and Liam would not be pleased with this fact.

[Story]

[Making it the middle of the night, at least for this.]

Midnight had settled over the facility. Many were already asleep, ready to rise early the next morning. A late night arrival stirred in the darkness before settling inside the bunkhouse. A fire was soon roaring in the fireplace once more, and the form sat on the couch before it, gazing into the glowing embers at the bottom of the fire. His shoulders were hunched and his face like stone. There was no sense of relief to being back at the facility. There was nothing good about being back.

His silver eyes were darkened to slate gray in the dark, face shadowed. His hands were clenched on his knees and his jaw was set. None of the shadows in his mind stirred. Tonight, he was utterly alone. Nothing whispered back at him save for the soft snapping and crackling of the fire. He could trust that he was alone tonight.

[Sorry, this post sucks. :C]

[Leo]

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS POST IDK

<sub>Skya had ridden Dziki Aniol hard, sweat collected along his neck. She assumed Bell's horse had appeared the same as she settled him into his stall with his feed, wiping off his bit and tack before putting everything up. Her hair was up and tangled, the baby hairs lining her face sticking to the smooth skin from sweat. Her eyebrows were lifted, she looked as though she were glowing, reeking of joy and outdoors. Once inside, she went through her normal routine, washing her face of dirt and grimy sweat before fighting the knots out of her hair with her brush once it was down, and, once she won, taking a long shower. Feeling content in her choice of plaid cotton shorts and a baggy tee, she fell asleep right when she hit her memory foam mattress out of utter exhaustion, bliss taking over her as sleep overcame her; finally.

She awoke with a loud groan in the middle of the night, her mouth agape. She quickly shut her lips, giggling. Had she been snoring? Guess she really had been that tired. The jockey sat up and groggily blinked, checking the time out. The heck? It was the middle of the night! Then, realized she was wide awake and coherent, and she went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, big, clear hazel eyes stared back. She pulled her somewhat short, loose curls into a ponytail, confused as to why she felt like she'd slept for fifteen hours when it had only been what, five?

Skya's leg muscles sighed in agony as she decided she wanted a glass of water, or something. Maybe a snack to settle the slight rumble in her tummy. She took her time, being quiet as possible so as not to wake anyone. She headed down the staircase, small feet padding softly against the carpeted steps as she entered the living room. She stopped, spotting someone by the fire. She had expected everyone to be asleep. Thus, she was caught quite off guard and debated going back up. "sorry," she mumbled to the person as she headed for the kitchen. She had yet to make out who it was by the fireplace.</sub>

[Story]

The visitor turned his head slightly, sandy blonde hair touched to a warm gold in the firelight. He didn't say a word though, just returned his gaze to the fireplace. He'd recognized the quiet murmur as the voice of Skya, but he felt no joy or excitement in seeing her. In fact, he had half a mind to tell her to go away. He'd expected at least a few more hours of quiet, but that apparently wasn't going to happen. He glowered at the flickering lights before leaning back slightly.

He listened to the added sounds of Skya's puttering about in the kitchen. He heard the clink of the glass being removed, as well as the soft hiss of the water faucet. They were familiar sounds, ones that he wished he didn't have to hear. He shouldn't be in America. He should be back in Russia still, living it up as he'd done for a year. Everything had been good. He took a sip of the beer he'd been nursing earlier, making a face. American alcohol sucked.

[Story]

I have to leave in ten minutes...Getting changed now.
I get to see Hot Cocoa Guy tonight. <3 Except he probs still has a girlfriend. ;n;

EDIT: I HAVE TO GO
WILL TRY TO RESPOND WHILE ON BREAK. NO PROMISES.

[Leo]

ahh bye bye :c

lol have fun

BOY DRAMA

<sub>Skya gathered her glass of water and leaned against the table. Her eyes absentmindedly trailed to the figure, and she frowned. Blonde hair... Grey eyes... " Sasha?" Her voice was meek and questioning, an eyebrow raised as she pushed off the table. She didn't smile, instead frowned a little. The last person she'd thought it would be was Sasha. And they hadn't exactly been on good terms when he'd left, and last time she checked, still weren't.

"What a surprise," she took a long sip of her water, eying his alcoholic beverage. Great. Drunk Sasha. Had she ever been around a drunk Sasha? Well, now she had. This would call for much fun. Won't this be a grand time.</sub>

[Toothless]

NO MORE SUB LEO GOD

[Toothless]

Here

[Leo]

sorry I forgot lul

[Story]

Sasha was definitely not drunk, that much was evident to anyone that knew him well. He'd barely done more than sipped at the beer and it was his first one and likely his last. It tasted awful and he half-wished he hadn't grabbed it in the first place. How Americans chose to drink beer constantly was beyond him. Maybe it was stereotypical but he loved a good vodka. He was all about the Gray Goose, but even then, he didn't like to drink much. He'd only gotten drunk twice in his life and even then, not absolutely smashed to the point that he passed out.

At the sound of his name, he glanced back up, expression unreadable for an instant. Anger overtook it and he set his jaw. "Go." He hoped she'd heed his single word and leave him be, rather than hang around and pester him like she used to. Of course, he realized that anyone that had been gone for so many months and just showed up randomly in the middle of the night was bound to be questioned. Last he'd spoken to Skya, they'd been on pretty good terms, though not best friends either.

[Definitely bother him, please.]

[Leo]

Skya isn't the type to walk away with that attitude broski she's gotta throw some back

FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT SKYA

Skya cocked both eyebrows, putting her empty glass on the table after downing it. She gave him her full attention, crossing her arms sassily. "Why should I? This is my home. I can do as I please," she snarkily replied, her jaw set as well, mirroring his hard look, though with one eyebrow quirked she gave more of a sassy aura, eying him. "'Z a free country," she added under her breath with quite the attitude hinting behind her words.