Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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_{[-speaks in Ever's voice- "Please don't kill me! You love me! I can get better, I promise!"]}

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_{Skya giggled a little and a chill ran down her spine. She stared ahead, pondering for a minute. "Mmm, up to ya." She suddenly wasn't worried about Sasha. She'd visit him, he'd live... That was all she could and chose to believe. Everything was going to be fine and dandy. She detached herself from him and frowned, forehead wrinkling. "First I must get Culver out the pasture. He's been out there all day." She left the warmth and comfort of the hay loft, heading for the pasture with the colt's halter and lead. She gave a high-pitched, airy noise in a sharp, staccato rhythm, a sequence of three distinctive whistles. The colt's head shot up and his ears flew forward. He angled his beauteous head around to look at her and suddenly let out a loud, excited whinny. He bounced over in an energetic jog, ears flicking about. She put his halter on and grabbed the coiled up lead, leading him out.
Containing a good amount of excess energy, Culver was in a speedwalk up to the stables. He hadn't been worked today and was dying to stretch his legs all day. But to his dismay, the thoroughbred was locked in his stall.
He should have suspected.
Skya gave him feed and filled his net, running a hand through her hair. She ran her fingers through his forelock and patted his neck.
"Good boy."}

[haylee]

_{[-pokes post on other page-]}

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<sub>Cat grumbled her order into the thing. The man on the other side was making things more difficult then it should be. Her jaw dropped when his muffled voice gave her the price, and then merrily asked, "Is that all, ma'am?" "YES, SIR!" She spoke loudly but happily. She drove up to the window and shifted a little in her seat. "Do you see this? I don't have on a seat belt. You didn't mention it at all," She advised him after she handed him the amount due. "You'll take my money but you won't ensure my safety? That's booty bruh." Cat continued in a sudden change of tone, going to a different...flavor. "Uh.." The man in the windowed mumbled doubtfully. Cat pulled her car to the second window, taking the hot bag with a smile. "Thanks so much." She squealed happily to the woman standing at the window. The same woman responded with a funny look, not a "Your welcome". "I am trying to be friendly and you people are just not accepting my friend attempts at all and you know what? It's breaking my heart." "Excuse me I did not come here for friends MA'AM, I came to get my money now go you are holding up the line." "You forgot my drink." The woman in the window, CLEARLY having a bad day, let the juice box fall sloppily into the car. Cat turned to her with a scowl. "I'm a living paying citizen of America!" She hissed defensively, a french fry pinched between her now salty and greasy fingertips. The woman scrunched her lips and gave her a jerky head movement. "I don't speak sign language." Cat retorted slowly (and lamely), as she let the fry, which she had planned to throw, drop into the bag. "CAN YOU GO NOW, GURL?" The window woman finally shouted. "NO!" Cat cried, throwing a french fry at the lady with watery eyes. The lady threw one directly back into her car and even included another juice box. Cat grabbed a whole bunch from her bag and let them fly towards the window and shrank back as greasy fries flew into her face again. "I'M TAKING THIS TO COURT THIS IS IT IT'S GOING DOWN." The fast-food lady threatened as she slammed the windows shut. Cat picked up the juice box on the floor and waved it around stating,"This is evidence!" but the lady couldn't hear anything, she only saw Cat waving the beverage. Cat drove off slowly after that, creeping out the lot and munching gleefully on her fries as though not a thing had occurred.

(( Sorry I'm being slow. We are trying to start a fire and the heater is broken ohno. ))</sub>

[Spotify]

(But you are so depressing, I don't know how to make you happier!)

Daisy Mae bit her lip and she nervously fiddled with one of her curls as she approached the police car,"Umm officer? Is there anything I can do for you?"she asked, her tone soft. She was usually bubbly and cheerful, but something made her want to shy away from this particular police men, but she was raised in the South on a farm where you had to be kind and kind was what Daisy Mae was. She tentively smiled and and crossed her arms over her chest, she was just as lost as he, but he didn't have to know that.

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_{(( Cat could become Ever's friend maybe? Cat had a history with drugs and maybe they could relate or something? ))}

[Story]

<sub>Adam groaned in protest, much like a seven year old begging to stay up just fifteen minutes longer so he could watch the end of Samurai Jack. When he realized this, he continued," Buuut Moooooooom, I don't waaaant to go to bed. Five more minutes? Ten more minutes?" He spoke in as pleading of a tone as he could manage, batting his eyes at Sadie even. He was just guessing on how the whole thing worked, having never had a Mom to beg to. His father had been all business and left no room for negotiations.

The officer ignored Daisy Mae completely. He was not looking for a woman and wanted to waste no time in making small chat like folks did in this town.

Aiden nodded and stood in the stableyard, only glancing up when a rookie officer approached, looking ticked off about something. "Do you know where the, uh...owner of this place is?" He asked in a brisk voice. When Aiden said that he was staring at him, the officer let out a snort. "No, really, kid. I need to speak to the owner. It's important. I don't need some idiot kid trying to pull my legs. I've got better things to do than be a messenger boy, spreading the bad news."

"Bad news of what?" Aiden asked suspiciously, not even bothering to insist once more that he was facility owner, or that this officer was barely a year older than himself, judging by appearances. He hated when people were like that, but then, he often referred to Sasha as a kid.

"Like I said, that's business for the facility manager. Hop to it and fetch him. You're wasting my time." The officer insisted sharply, growing frustrated.</sub>

[haylee]

<sub>Sadie raised an eyebrow at him before she melted a little. "Hm... Maybe... For a kiss? Ten more minutes and then you need to go to bed, mister." She teased slightly, eyes lit up with mischievousness. She raised her eyebrows at him further, making a slight face; eyes crossed and her tongue sticking out.

[Blech, I'm gonna start the word count thing tomorrow...]</sub>

[Spotify]

(That would work, Heather! Poor Ever needs some friends!)

Daisy Mae huffed, cursing softly under her breath. She maybe a kind Southern cowgirl, but that didn't mean she didn't have the mouth of a sailor. John Luke shook his head, softly, tapping his overly emotionally sister on the shoulder and nodding with his head to the trailer. They needed to hurry and find someone so they could ask what they could do with their horses. Daisy Mae fidgeted as she began to pace in the parking lot, occasionally coping to calm the anxious horses. Even though she didn't look like much, she just had a way with horses and you could see it just by the way her eyes softened around them.

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_{Cat's drive carried on pretty smoothly. She entertained herself with the radio, but she kept it at a sensible volume since she was sensitive to noise, especially ridiculously loud noise. Time passed, and passed, with the occasional snack and potty break, until she finally arrived at her destination. Her dark auburn hair had been brushed down and she'd tried to remove the french fries she could see from the mass of locks. She looked about for Rivers, a childhood friend that was supposed to meet her upon arrival, but she found no one. She peered out from her vehicle like a lost puppy. Then she slumped further into the seat to upload photos of her drive to Instagram.}