Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[haylee]

_{[Getting organized, you'll see, I will ask soon for everyone to make new pages for their role-plays for the new word count rule... Just moved it sooner than later... Sorry!]}

[mistycreek]

[-pokes horsey-]

[Story]

<sub>Aiden continued to stare at the man on the morgue drawer pull-out. It was hard to process that this was supposed to be Miguel and that he was supposed to be dead. Miguel wasn't a careless driver and it was odd enough that he'd drive in the stormy conditions. But where was his cross and green card? He brought them everywhere, one by choice and the other by law. It wasn't adding up. Why would Miguel suddenly change how he acted, ultimately resulting in this? He shook his head slowly and shifted. He needed to see the scene of the accident, he needed to see this guy that had survived. He needed to see the proof. He took a reeling step back, eyes clouded.

Sasha frowned at Keely. What was she saying? He recognized her mention of Miguel but what she said wasn't adding up. He'd misunderstood her, because Miguel definitely was not dead. Unless that...thing that required him to take shots with every meal had gotten to him, he wasn't dead. He didn't ride very often and the hospital would have been abuzz if it were a riding accident. And he was one of the best, most careful drivers around. He wouldn't get into a car accident, especially not one bad enough to kill him. He might have times where he was depressed, but Miguel would never try to end things. He was too strong for that. Keely was lying, or perhaps she was mistaken. Miguel wasn't dead. He stared at her, expression one of disbelief.

Adam sat down on the edge of Miguel's bed, reaching over to pick up a worn picture in its frame. The glass was cracked in one corner, frame chipped with age. This had to be a picture of Miguel and his family. Was that little child him? It looked like him, though the boys all looked quite a bit alike. Adam recalled that Miguel only had a single older brother so the one holding a little child must be Miguel. A haggard figure in the corner was his father and his mother held a toddler. They looked so happy. Miguel couldn't be dead. He had a family that depended on him back in Mexico. Who would tell them what happened?</sub>

[haylee]

<sub>Peter stared at this girl pretending to be a man. His eyebrows furrowed tightly in confusion. "Can you lead him out? I've only seen pictures." The Spanish jockey's eyes grew suspicious at the weird actions of this... Groom, or excersize rider, or whatever he or she was. "I want to see his confirmation and gait before I decide right now on whether to send you back... Home, or whatever. I'm not to fond of looking at horses on a computer screen. He crossed his arms across his chest. The jockey was short, but he was stocky; with thick muscles wrapped around his chest, stomach, shoulders, and arms. He had a long torso and short legs; and a handsome enough face. His dark eyes were shadowed beneath his baseball cap as he appraised this girl. His black hair stuck out just beneath the cap, at the nape of his neck; the rest was hidden behind the collar of his jean jacket.

Sadie eventually woke up, sitting up with a sigh and brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. Why had this happened just before Christmas? It would put such a damper on the Holiday spirit, and she wished everything would just go back to normal. She chewed on her bottom lip absently, standing up carefully and glancing around with misty eyes.</sub>

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_{Cat shook her head. "He won't ever be gone," She reassured Ever, biting her lip sadly in reaction to the distraught girl. She was normally never like this; not this motherly, not at all. In fact she normally ended up being the one babied. But Cat had seen how broken Ever had been the moment they'd met in the parking lot and something inside of her had immediately wanted to help. She didn't know what it was or why, but she didn't object to it. "Ever, let's just go inside." She repeated, trying to get her out of the ever-dropping climate. It was getting colder and darker.}

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_{Keely burst into tears. "Skya told me he died. I-I didn't believe it, but...." She quickly regained herself though, and peered down at him with misty eyes. She just wished everything would be normal. She rested her head on his bed in defeat.}

[mistycreek]

_{Breanna cleared her throat. She nodded, pulling her cap back down before opening up the trailer door and leading out her best friend. Clocks was a big, red stallion with a white blaze and a pink mark on his upper lip. He had bright, curious amber eyes and two white socks, both on his front legs. The horse pawed the ground, snorting curiously. His ears swiveled back and forth and his eyes danced in the wintery light. "This is Clocks," she said quietly, voice cracking. But she knew it wasn't good enough. It was not low enough, not good enough. He would find out, he would find out, he would send her back! She couldn't do that. She couldn't! Brea began to panic, causing Clocks to squeal and swing his head to get a better look at her. Her hat slipped and a lock of hair slid out. She adjusted it quickly, but knew that she would see it in his eyes that she was a liar. And a liar and a pathetic girl.}

[Story]

<sub>[I'll make the new page in a few minutes.]

Sasha narrowed his eyes at Keely, shifting as much as was humanly possible while restrained to a bed. He didn't want Keely to sit there and cry, especially for no reason. He tried to recall a few words of English and managed to spit the beginning of one word out before cutting off and frowning. That wasn't the word he'd intended to use. Why was it so difficult to think of a single word to say? He could vaguely understand Keely and get the general point of a sentence, but he was having trouble recalling how to put a few English words together to make a sentence. Finally, he tried again. "H...ow." He worked his mouth, trying to recall the words. "How did it?" That was all he managed to get out. He needed to know how this had happened. Surely it was a lie. Miguel wouldn't just die for no reason.

Aiden left the hospital, driving out to the abandoned road outside of Canterbury, the next town over. He had to see the scene of the accident himself. The cars had already been towed, but he could see the warped scraps of metal that littered the area, tinted glass that was no doubt from a car window, and faint, dark stains in the white snow. The tree that towered over the land was badly damaged, bark shorn off and wood exposed. The tree remained standing, a silent warrior against the horrors of the previous night. It alone bore witness to whatever had happened. Aiden moved around the area, eyebrows furrowed. He spotted something small, forgotten in the snow. A wallet. It was Miguel's. The only thing left in the wallet was his green card. Nothing else remained. No cash, no credit cards, nothing.</sub>

[haylee]

<sub>[Alrighty.]

Peter scanned the stallion, eyes focused on the thoroughbred, not the girl, but he did manage to look up when her hat slipped. His thick eyebrows shot up and he pulled off his hat for a moment, staring at her intently. "Uh... He looks good..." He seemed distracted, his brow furrowed as he tried to process the situation. He was utterly confused. After a heartbeat of hesitation, he replaced his baseball cap and reached over towards the girl, tugging at the hat and sweatshirt, waiting for what the removal of the cap would bring.

Sadie paced back and forth, movements stiff due to her sore muscles. Her head ached, and she wound a hand through her hair, trying to sooth her whirling mind. She wanted to know the truth, but then again, she didn't really wanted to know. She needed a distraction. She glanced around warily, thin, blonde eyebrows pulled together. She quit her pacing, just oddly standing there for a long moment. She drew a shaky breath before sighing, having no idea what else to do. Wondering if Adam knew, Sadie glanced towards the men's wing stairs. He would undoubtedly be upset about the death of the Mexican jockey.</sub>

[mistycreek]

_{Brea automatically lashed out her arms and shoved him. "What are you doing!?" she shouted, forgetting that she was supposed to act and sound like a man. Breanna froze suddenly, watching her cap fall to the ground and her sweatshirt flop in the breeze, revealing just how small and scrawny she was. Her long, straight but slightly wavy dark auburn brown hair slipped off of her head and fell down past her shoulder blades. Brea's bright green eyes flashed and she glared at him.}