Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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_{Rivers sneezed, uttering a throaty groan as she pulled out a tissue from a bag she'd kept handy throughout all this. She set the bag against the sandy earth and hooked Indigo to the cross ties for her bath. Rivers twisted the knob so that the water flow into the hose could actualize. The tubing tightened as the man-made rivulet type object held within it a steady flow of water. Some of the spray splashed against her shirt, which was already soiled in a blotted mess of acrylic paint from a few nights ago. The stains had never came out as much as she'd hand-washed and machine-washed the t-shirt. The fluid from the hose nozzle poured against her exposed legs, watering her bare foot as she tried not to slip against the now water-logged grass and clay laying underfoot. She finally got the hose into correct aim at Indigo's hooves. Rivers worked her way up the mare's legs, calm as she allowed the H2O to water Indigo's dampening hide. She applied liquid soap from a bottle to Indigo's hips, beginning to suds her up from there. She laughed as Indie's head bobbed, ears cupped forward and mane dancing to the sloppy splashing of water against both beings. Her horse had a strange fetish for water and often liked to wallow in murky puddles on a morning after a storm, or even during a storm.}


Gotta go. Be back by 6 or 6:30

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_{"T-they said it was from a car accident." Keely whimpered, burrying her face into the soft cushion." I-I'm sorry Sasha..." She whimpered, closing her eyes. Her life here was rough. She was lonely, and stressed, but she had decided to stay after all. She couldn't leave because she was tired, lonely, and stressed. She was there for the horses. And what few friends she did have.}

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Ever raised an eyebrow,"Than where is he? He's six feet under this stupid cold hard ground that's where!"she said, refusing to let the tears countinue. She shook her head fiercely,"He's gone and its my fault."she said, finally reaching the cabin door. She callosped in a heap on the couch, trembling and shaking,"I love him and look where that got him. He's dead."she said, letting one fat year roll down her cheek."I don't know what to do, I don't know what to feel, heck I don't even think I remeber how to feel anything besides anger and sadness. She kept seeing his face, anger and screaming at her, laughing and happy, but the face that kept her from closing her eyes his face when she told him she was pregnant with Ethan's baby. She angrily tried to run a hand through her hair, but it was a ratted mess, she has half a mind to drive to the nearest drug dealer and by anything that would ease this horrible pain in her chest.

[Story]

<sub>Sasha shook his head at Keely. She was mixed up, for sure. He and Miguel had driven to the track a few times earlier that summer and the jockey was a very cautious driver, sticking exactly to the speed limit and refusing to be drawn into conversation while driving if the road happened to be wet. He stopped at every stop sign, used his turn signals as appropriate, and constantly checked his blind spots. He wasn't the kind of person to ever have an accident or even nearly. He wouldn't just get into a car accident and be killed as a result. Why was Keely telling him these lies. Furthermore, why was...he paused to try and recall the girl's name that had once been his mentor. Skya. Why was Skya telling Keely that Miguel was dead. His eyes grew a tad cold, angered by these lies.

Adam continued to sit in Miguel's room, studying the little photograph of the Mendoza family. Miguel must have often sat on his bed and studied the photograph, recalling happier times. Adam gently set the worn picture frame back on the nightstand and picked up the large stack of letters tied together. He studied the neat writing addressed to Miguel, though he didn't dare read any. It would be an invasion of privacy, even if Miguel was dead. Adam found it hard to say in his mind that Miguel was dead. It didn't feel right. He was alive.</sub>

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Horseyyyyyyyyyyyy

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_{Aiden had driven home from the car accident scene, but, rather than heading for the comfort of his own home, Aiden entered the bunkhouse. He sat down across from Ever. "This isn't adding up. They showed me the wrong body first and then they showed me him. But it didn't look like him. And they said he didn't come in with any jewelry on. Ever, didn't he always wear a necklace with the cross on it? A silver one he got from his father?" Aiden stared at Ever, needing to hear the answer. "I found his wallet but the only thing in it was his green card. He doesn't have any cash or credit cards in here. And it was well outside the area of the accident. Why isn't this adding up?" Aiden asked in frustration. He gazed at Ever. She knew Miguel better than anyone else. "Why drive in these conditions? Why take off his necklace and leave his wallet like that?" He racked his brain in frustration. He didn't even know why he had come into the bunkhouse in the first place? Did he hope for a fresh perspective on the possibilities?}

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Peter gaped at this teenage girl, eyes wide as he just stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. "What?" All he asked, too astonished to say anything else. After another long moment, his eyes hardened from surprise to anger. He dropped the hat onto the ground, nose wrinkled in disgust. "Who are you? Are... Are you even the person who sent me that letter? Because I'm pretty sure whoever wrote it said he was a man, not... Not whoever the hell you are." He growled, hands shaking before he stuffed them into his pockets. "Is this even the horse? It looks like him... I don't... I don't even know what to say."

Sadie pursed her lips and decided to go grab her sketchbook. It had been a long time since she had drawn; before her accident, and even a little before that. She settled down on the couch again after grabbing her sketchbook from her slightly messy room. She stared at the blank page for a long moment before cautiously starting the head of a racehorse, her head bent low and brow furrowed in concentration. After a little while, a picture of a galloping thoroughbred fluttered along the once white page.

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_{Keely watched Sasha, her eyes clouded over in pain. Hopefully he was right. She searched his face with her wide green eyes, a frown plastered across her pale rosy lips. She didn't know what to say to him, having run out of words. She had expected him to be unconcious. "I hope your right, sasha. I really do..." She whimpered.}