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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 9:13:02 GMT -7
[It is? Oh... I guess you're right, it is. I'll remove those when I get the chance. It's too hard on my iPad.]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:13:29 GMT -7
Keely glanced up at him, searching his face with peircing green eyes. Hesitantly, she murmered, in a rather heavy Irish accent. "I-" She hesitated, before asking randomly. "Everyone is the same....right?"
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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 9:21:09 GMT -7
Blake studied her, light brown eyes following her gaze. He furrowed his eyebrows at her question, considering it carefully. "I don't quite understand what you're asking," the jockey said slowly. "But it's okay, you can tell me. I want to help." He rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment. "As to your question, no, I don't think everyone is the same. We're all a bit different. But I do think we all share some of the same qualities, yes, if that's what you were asking."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:25:03 GMT -7
K x3
Hmmm... how to bring in my baby...
I'mnotgoingdown's ears were back when the men came in to get him. He moved to the side, eyes rolled under the fly mask. One of the men grabbed his lead rope and untied it, turning him completely in the tight space. He tugged the colt out, who immediately jumped ahead and nearly barreled into one of the men. The same man pulled the fly mask off and Nots's ears went back. Where was he? He flinched as a soothing hand caressed his neck, while another man barred his way from escape. They then slowly moved him along, the yearling tossing his head from side to side. At every little noise he stopped and yanked his head around, but a quick tug brought him back to focus. They brought him in circles and then finally the colt stopped pacing, huffing through flared nostril. He arched his neck and the men looked around when a short dirty blonde girl with a broken wrist and a hard hazel eyes came walking over, brown eyebrow raised. She directed them around and she took the papers from them, narrowing her eyes a little when they tried to flirt and then made fun of her height. She tucked a piece of dirty blonde hair behind her ear and set the papers on Aiden's desk, before she turned to them and gave them no time, grabbing the yearling's lead rope. "Leave." She snorted and led the new resident of Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility down to the stables.
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Post by Spotify on Aug 2, 2012 9:26:22 GMT -7
[Than don't! XD lol I'm bringing in my new jockey! Than later on I'll bring in my other cowboy jockey. Lol]
A rather large and brand-new looking Ford F-150 white idled into Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility pulling a two horse trailer. The truck seemed to take it’s time before it finally slowed to a stop and parked. The driver of the beast didn’t kill the engine right away either; instead it let the engine run for a little while longer. After awhile the driver finally let the engine die and unhurriedly opened the driver side door of the Ford. The driver was a twenty-something year old handsome young guy. He had sharp and chisled features and his hair was a cute mess. The guy was very short so you could tell that he was here for a reason and his gaze was kind of scary. He seemed have a roughness to him and his cool blueish grayish eyes didn't help either. The guy smirked slightly when he heard a soft whinny,"I'm coming."he called, casting one last glance over his shoulder, before he headed for the horse trailer.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:27:01 GMT -7
Keely knew the question she had asked was a bit confusing. Perhaps she should reword it. "I mean, if you can't trust someone...does it mean you can't trust anyone else?" The girl probably could have answered the question for herself any other day, but today, she just wasn't....yeah..
Bree stepped out of the stables, glancing around with wide silver eyes. It stopped on the newcomers. She studied them curiously, before she hesitantly approached them.
[Short posts are short]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:27:51 GMT -7
You know, you have way too many characters, Spotify o.o And I'm sure they won't fit in one post either... You have like ten humans and ten or twelve horses... o.0
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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 9:34:17 GMT -7
"No," he said quietly. "It doesn't mean you can't trust anyone else." Blake finished, tone quiet and soft. He ran a hand through his short brown hair, watching Keely with a flicker of concern in his eyes.
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Post by Spotify on Aug 2, 2012 9:35:52 GMT -7
[Yeah..I know.. I think I'm gonna get ride of Lissa, Dimtri, their horses and possibly Adrian.. I'm keeping Dez, Ever, Daisy Mae, Kyle and Kaleb for sure.]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:36:17 GMT -7
Skya let the yearling into the pasture and muttered something as she went to go get a stall prepared. She pulled her dirty blonde hair into a messy bun [like always] and got to work on preparing a stall for him and making it cozy and homey. When she was done she walked out the stables, playing with her bottom lip and chewing on it.
I'mnotgoingdown charged through the pasture, eyes rolled. The yearling colt ran along the pasture fence, ears back and neck arched. The chestnut then slowed to a jog, eyes still wide as he moved along the fence. Nots then stopped and rubbed on a tree, eyes narrowed in contentment as he soothed the itch on his hide. The colt then started whinnying; wanting company. He ran up to the gate, obviously having a lot of energy.
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