Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 23, 2014 20:16:21 GMT
I FINALLY FOUND ALL OF MY LOVED ONES. GUUYYYSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Toothless on Jan 23, 2014 21:31:56 GMT
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 23, 2014 21:45:50 GMT
Do Captian America got a booty? He dooooo)
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Post by Spotify on Jan 23, 2014 21:46:44 GMT
Goldie!
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 23, 2014 21:47:36 GMT
Spotsy!!!!!!)
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Post by Toothless on Jan 24, 2014 0:27:48 GMT
Goldie!
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 24, 2014 1:50:47 GMT
I MISS YOU GUYS
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Post by Toothless on Jan 24, 2014 2:20:26 GMT
^^
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Post by Spotify on Jan 24, 2014 19:38:52 GMT
The Sun's daily rising began, it's warm rays casting a comforting and welcoming glow on the place that was known as Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility. It seemed that Cross was in favor of the mighty sun for the it the beginning of a nice day with a cool breeze. The smell of fresh cut hay and horses wafted around Cross, a welcomed smell by some. Not much movement could be caught in bunkhouse where many jockeys still lay fast asleep or out in the stables were horses were dozing lightly in their stalls. However, movement could be detected out in one the many pastures. Two figures were galloping through the pasture tearing up the grass with their mighty hooves. Another figure could also be seen. It sat on the wooden fence and was watching the horses as they raced each other.
That figure happened to be a girl. A girl that went by the name of Hope Summers. She had long brown ringlets for hair that were currently pulled back in bun and slightly covered with a blue and red cardinals hat. Her large icy blue eyes shone in the Sun's warm light. Along with her blue eyes and brown hair, she had delicate facial features, such as a cute button nose, high cheek bones, and a heart shaped face. Her body was also rather...delicate. The girl was very petite and she stood at short height of 4'9. She had a few curves here and there but not much and even though she was so short the girl was completely made of muscle due to years of healthy eating and working out on a daily basis. On that muscular body of her's she wore gray riding breeches, black riding boots, a thick black belt, a baseball style tee that had the cardinals symbol on it, and light north face jacket to the cold away.
Hope smiled ever so softly as she watched her baby, PaintITred, also known as Riot, race with one of her good friend's colt, Havoc. They were both amazing prospects for the Breeder's Cup and the Triple Crown. With a happy sigh the young jockey blew a kiss to her colt and than headed for the barn. She needed to check on Lyric, who was know very much pregnant. A few stray thoughts found their way into Hope's head and immediately she began to tear up. She wished her cousin, well actually twin sister unbeknownst to her, Ever could be there to watch as her prized mare gave birth to it's first foal. Ever and Hope had been close before Ever had died in a race that would make history. The last race of the Italian Triple Crown. Ever had rode her mare, Lyric, to victory, before she died from falling off her back just as they passed the finish line. The two girls had known each other from their early childhood and grew up practically sisters even though they lived in different homes. Both were indeed sisters. Twins in fact, but had been separated at birth and neither had known. Ever's death was still a sore subject with her. She only ever cofinded in her good friend, Aiden and her cousin(sister) Dez.
Hope sighed as she shook her head clear from the depressing thoughts and she slowly took in her surroundings,"It's a beautiful day."she mused out loud.
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Goldie
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Post by Goldie on Jan 24, 2014 20:14:25 GMT
Ethan poked his head out of Lynnie's stall when he heard sniffling. "You alright there, Hope?" He asked. His bright blue eyes looked concerned as he left the filly's stall to go stand next to Hope. He gently put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
Ever was a close friend to him, and when she passed it was like a huge chunk of his heart died too. He understood Hope's pain, at least some of it at least. It was rough for everyone when Ever died, but he couldn't imagine how tough it was for her family.
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Post by Spotify on Jan 24, 2014 20:35:17 GMT
Hope nodded slowly, she glanced at him from the out of the corner of her eye. She didn't look at him fully though just a few sideway glances."I'm fine. Thanks Ethan."she said, her tone devoid any of emotion.
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 24, 2014 20:58:45 GMT
"Hope..." Ethan started. He stopped and sighed. His hand fell from her shoulder and he adjusted his baseball cap. "How's Lyric doing?" He asked as he looked over at the barrel tummy-ed mare. "She's huge! It looks like she's going to have twins." he chuckled smoothly. His eyes looked over the very pregnant Thoroughbred mare.
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Post by Story on Jan 24, 2014 23:30:46 GMT
[Just choose some bub, I guess.]
Aiden was fetching his tack, glancing back down the aisle of the Stallions and Colts barn. Now and then, he took Shadow Hunter out for a ride. This helped the stud retain some muscle and also entertained him, so he wasn't stuck in his stall or in the pasture constantly. Aiden figured he'd take Shadow out to the practice track and let him just run. It'd be like a breeze, let Shadow choose how fast he wanted to run and for how long. Sometimes, it was just a quick lunging session in the training arena, other times, a short ride around the property.
He set the tack down near the crossties and headed back to fetch the tall thoroughbred. Shadow nickered in greeting and Aiden smiled, nodding. "Yeah, you know what's up. Going for a run." He commented softly.
Sasha had returned from Russia after two years of no contact with anyone. He just showed up in the middle of the night, out of the blue. He hadn't given any explanation whatsoever. He just knew that he couldn't go back anymore. It was, in a way, a personal choice. He just couldn't go back. It wouldn't be the same. He hid all of the hurt and pain with anger, misdirected and aimed toward anyone that tried to figure out what was up. Not that anyone had. The only one that Sasha had actually talked to had been Skya and he'd told her to go away, albeit in an unkind, rude way.
[He learned how to swear. Milestones.]
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 24, 2014 23:42:07 GMT
[Progress people. PROGRESS!]
Zoey had just arrived back home. She had been in Florida with her grandmother for two week and was eager to get back to Cross. She was looking for her mother, but couldn't seem to find the woman anywhere.
My how Zoey had grown. She now stood at 5'3 and weighed only 95lbs. She was petite like her mother, but had longer limbs. Her waist and torso were quite slim, as were her arms and legs. She now had the...curves...of a woman now. Her hair though. My goodness the hair. It was everywhere.
Her emerald eyes landed on Sasha and she locked in on her target. "Sasha!" She exclaimed, jogging towards him. "I haven't seen you in ages!" She wrapped her arms around him in a hug.
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Goldie
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The year is one thousand nine hundred and forty and something. Isn't. Right.
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Post by Goldie on Jan 24, 2014 23:50:13 GMT
BOOM ZOEY
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