Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[Story]

<sub>[Sorry, got distracted, Misty. | Bye! I'll be on for a little tomorrow. Going to bed early tomorrow because I'll have to get up early to get ready for my senior pictures. Appointment is 9:30am on Friday morning.]

Miguel shook his head at BJ. "I don't have my own horse, no. It would be nice but I ride enough horses that I would have no time for caring for my own. Not to mention traveling. I don't wish to stress a horse out by too much traveling." He responded, absently shining a bit of tack that was already quite clean, unconsciously doing it after seeing BJ do the same. "I will wait for you, if it is fine with you."

Aiden was pretty cavalier about it, brushing off her thanks quietly. "Hey, I just want to make sure you're alright. Just rest for a little bit," He said gently. He was already making his way to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water before pausing at a cabinet that held standard medication such as Ibuprofen. He fetched two and brought them over with the glass of water and a granola bar. "Here we go."

Adam grabbed Sadie's arm gently and kissed her full on the mouth before pulling back. "Okay, now you can go," He said with a soft smile. He was a hopeless romantic when he was given the chance and a good day. He'd been short on affection for so long with Sadie, accepting her kisses but never really making the effort to return the favor. Now, he was more than willing to do this. Sadie hadn't said anything so far of his talk with the fans, the winking and famous crooked smile that he enjoyed teasing people with.</sub>

[haylee]

_{Sadie flashed a smile before quickly brushing her lips against his cheek in response. "See you." She murmured before she grabbed her bag from where it sat near Nessie's stall. She sifted through it for a moment, ensuring she had everything before she offered Adam one more smile and slipped out of the exit, heading for her truck. She climbed in, humming under her breath. Sadie didn't really mind what Adam did with the fans and such, it was just who he was, and she was glad he was acting himself again.}

[Story]

<sub>[Going to bed. Night! Will respond tomorrow.]

Adam fetched Celestial Zephyr's tack, whistling a jazzy melody. He had "Birdland" by Michael Sweeney stuck in his head after looking the song up the night prior. He enjoyed looking up new songs and had found himself listening to concert pieces as of late. He'd actually been the one to name Gallant Marines, choosing to name him not only from his Gallant Fox bloodlines but after the song "Gallant Marines March" by Karl L. King. Adam busied himself with tacking up the handsome cherry bay colt, ready to push him over a good distance. He had already gotten the colt to Belmont once before, just to get him used to the track and to grab another stakes race win by a nose. He was confident that the colt could handle shorter distances but the Belmont was worrisome.</sub>

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Amber needs to get on.

<sub>Jesse entered the stables; running a hand through his short, dark hair. His usually columbia blue eyes had changed into pale paris green, and he made his way over to Reservoir Dog's stall. Gilbert had instructed him to take the dark brown Thoroughbred two year old out for a quick test run in the morning to see if the jockey would start racing him, and here the 5'5" jockey stood patiently, waiting for the staff member to appear. The man finally approached with a halter and lead rope, running a hand through his short blonde hair and then looking Jess over with his blue gaze. "Ready?" He handed the red halter to him and Jesse led Big Dog out, tying him to the cross ties and running a hand down his dark neck.

Skya was brushing down The Wright Flyer, rubbing on the black colt's neck and whispering to him in soft words. "You're a sweet boy, Fly." She looked over her shoulder and then brushed out his forelock. She had just gotten back from months away when Gilbert had asked her to ride his colt, and when he was satisfied with what he saw he'd asked her to be Fly's permanent jockey when the yearling started racing. Skya was excited to put on a new racehorse, and she stared at the pretty colt. He was jet black, pure except for the white diamond shaped star contrasting on his black face.

Seeker of the Mist was grazing on the farside of the pasture, Dziki Aniol a few yards away. The two familiar colts were like brothers almost, but they still didn't tolerate much from eachother and to prove it, they both had some fresh bite marks and bruises from their recent fight. Aniol warily moved away when Skya came out in search of him for their daily ride, having taken Seeker out earlier. She pulled his royal blue halter over his pretty head and grabbed the lead rope, leading him out to the stables. She ground tied him and got out a body brush, raking the bristles across his resplendent chocolate back to get rid of any unwanted debris or dirt before their ride.</sub>

[mistycreek]

<sub>[Leo??!]

"Oh," BJ responded, nodding. "That's good of you, for the horses, anyways." He finished scrubbing his tack, making sure it was shiny. "That's fine," BJ smiled politely. "Hey, if you ever want to work one of my horses, just let me know. I'm sure you could handle any of them. Mid is a little feisty, but she's settling down some. You'd like Rags, probably, or Patrot."

Lynn nodded faintly, appreciating what he was doing for her but too exhausted to say anything more. She followed him with her eyes as he fetched her the medicine, water, and granola bar, and accepted it gratefully. "Thanks," she murmured once more, offering a half smile.</sub>

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Yeah, came back 'cuz Story was really downed about it and plus I realized Amber needs a friend right now.

_{Skya tightened the girth and immediately Aniol swung his head around, pushing his nose hard into her shoulder to show his displeasure. She pushed his head way as she buckled the strap and then came around, pulling the snaffle bit into his mouth and the headstall over his ears. She tightened the breast strap and then pressed on the saddle to make sure that he wanted to be ridden. She slipped her foot into the stirrup and swung onto the dark bay's back, grabbing the reins with her gloved hands. She took him out for a quick ride, exercising him, but out of impulse he crow hopped in the middle of running, throwing her. She had attempted to stop him but hadn't reacted in time, and was now muttering, having left her ball cap on the track as she led the mean Thoroughbred colt back. She uttered a few words, including the fact that he was a stupid horse, and locked him up in his stall after untacking and brushing him. The thoroughbred lowered his head to his hay bag, which was pretty much empy, and Skya went to fetch Seeker for his food. "C'mon buddy." She led the dapple grey inside and got him a bucket of oats, and then stuffed a square bale of coastal hay into his hay net.}

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_[Here]

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Hey mah friend.

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_{[Oh hey Leo! I thought you left?]}

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Came back for you and Story.