Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[Story]

<sub>Sasha stared at Keely, evidently confused at how pleased she was to hear his pathetic attempt at saying her name. And more alarming was the realization that her eyes were welling up. Had he upset her at the same time, somehow? He awkwardly shifted, trying to pull himself into a sitting position, only to feel the now too familiar sensation of wrist restraints. And heavy bandaging on his hands, which ached. What had he done now? He murmured a small complaint of frustration as he absently tugged at the restraints. He had no intentions of harming anyone or himself, especially now that that darker side of him was at bay. He was conscious of his own actions and thoughts without the distraction and overshadowing of dark fear, anger, and paranoia. He just wanted to go home and rest. He found it hard to communicate that he was fine to the nurses though. His gaze became helpless as he focused on Keely again.

Adam eventually slipped out of his room, hunching his shoulders at the faint chill in the long, empty hallway. He pushed Miguel's door open and stepped inside, gazing around at the few decorations and personalized touches Miguel had made.

[brb, store]</sub>

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_{Even though Sasha couldn't talk to her, or perhaps even understand her, Keely started to talk, her voice soft, and fluent. "Miguel's dead. He was such a good friend." She whimpered, leaning out to brush her hand against Sasha's head. "Can you understand me?" She asked softly.}

[Spotify]

Daisy Mae wandered around the facility, her blonde curls bombing up and down in the icy wind that cut through Cross like butter. She shivered and pulled her coat closely around her,"Hey Hun."she said, her soft Southern drawl very distinct. The left side of mouth twitched up in a half smile and she reached across the stall door that held her stallion,(Grrr I forgot to name him, any ideas?)."Hey pretty boy, how you feeling after that horrible drive?"she asked, scratching him in between the ears. Her stallion was rather big "boy", who stood atleast 17 hands, he had bag coat that shimmered in light thanks to all the hard work Daisy Mae had put into grooming him, and he really unusual white markings. He had a bald face with pretty blue eyes, one hind sock and one front sock. He was Daisy Mae's pride and joy. He nickered, quietly, answering Daisy Mae's question in his own tongue and he shook as his black mane. He was rotten to anyone else, but Daisy Mae, even Luke couldn't get close to the pretty brown boy.


Ever nodding, crumpiling into a ball, her screams and wails quieting as she slowly stood up,"I-It's not true. I would know. It's not true. He can't be gone."she mumbled rapidly in French. She lifted her blurry gaze up to Cat,"I-I really need that spa day."she said, her eyes swollen and puffy, she started to cry again, but this time no screams or sounds escaped her mouth, just big fat hot tears streaming down her face. She couldn't bare it if he was gone, what would she do? It would be her fault after all. She should have never done anything, she should have been a good girl and stayed at Cross. Ever started to walk, her throat tightening again, she felt numb.

[mistycreek]

[Am slow, at mai frahnds house. Should I spell Breanna's nickname like Breeja, Brea, Breeya, or what? It's pronounced Bree - yuh.]

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<sub>(Gah -.- Have to write up 200 words on my iPod D:< Fun... Sighh. xD. Let's do this!

And Heather ( if you're even still on ), Velena/ Lena is my new horse trainer! And Rivers and Lena sounds fine.)

Velena, unaware of the drama and deaths and injuries of the facility's resendants, was working with her golden thoroughbred, Winston. That was his name. Winston; on the track, and off. She whistled and lunged him in wide circles at a quick-paced trot, then asked for a canter. "C'mon pretty boy!" She wheedled and encouraged the chestnut. His muscles rippled as he brightly obeyed this order, picking up into an energetic lope. His nostrils were flared and his ears were forward. The vibrant yearling's blazed head bobbed as he went around in the circular pattern, now and then trying to slow and go towards Lena. She just moved back and kept him going, before finally allowing him to slow and rubbing him down. "G'boy." She wrapped her arm across his back, the colt's legs splayed out. She pressed her arm into his dorsal while rubbing his side. The horse sidestepped awkwardly, turning his head to watch what she was doing. The trainer just moved with him and continued, then removed her arm and used both her palms to add pressure to his back. She was using this technique to train him to get used to the saddle's weight and his jockey/ rider's.</sub>

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Here. My dad made cookies. They are so gooey and yummy.

_{Cat fled after Ever, not waiting a second to wrap her in a firm embrace. She gave her a hug even though her own hands were trembling. No one liked death, Cat included. She didn't even know Miguel but she was affected some. "It's going to be okay. How about we go inside? It's so cold out here and the weather just isn't helping anything." Cat offered in a tender tone, glancing around and up at the cloudy grey sky. She decided she was going to make it a point to get Ever through this and back to her normal self. Cat didn't even know what Ever used to be like, but she knew that the state she was in, wasn't it.}

[haylee]

<sub>Peter was out in the pasture, trying to find his silver colt. Sterling Suspicion was trotting through the snowy field; ebony mane and tail entangled with frozen droplets, making his hair seem to dance with the dim winter light of the sun. Peter leaned against the pasture fence, elbows bent and his ankles crossed. The colt cautiously approached him, nose extended out and nostrils flaring. His thick forelock fell in his eyes and he tossed it out of the way. "Hey Sterling... You gonna come in now? I need to get some stuff done, I don't have time to chase you all around the pasture." Peter said stiffly in his thick accent, dark, intense eyes narrowed.

Sadie eventually fell asleep, curled up in a little ball without a blanket. She shivered every once in awhile, and her knees were drawn up to her chest. Her blonde hair was a bit messy, framing her face in a golden halo.</sub>

[haylee]

_[Brea.]

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I forgot about the 200 words thing, sorry! 200 words from now on.

And okay Leo, I'll do my post.

[haylee]

_{[It's okay. It's not exactly set into place yet ^^]}