Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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_{Keely's gaze flickered to the restraints, and she frowned. "I wish i could, but I'de get in really bad trouble, Sasha. And I don't think I can anyway..." She frowned, running her hand sover the restraints, inspecting them closely. Could she? Her gaze flickered back up to Sasha, studying his face closely. She really wished she could. But could she trust him? She didn't want him hurting himself again. She frowned thoughtfully, gaze flickering back down to the restraints. She was extremely glad he could actually understand most of hat she said. And was even happy that he was at least replying to her in several English words. "Do your family know about this? She suddenly asked, raising a brow.}

[Story]

<sub>Sasha glanced up as a burly nurse came in with a tiny little woman as fair-skinned as Sasha. However, the Russian's expression showed absolutely no recognition. The nurse murmured to the little woman, who began to speak rapidly in Russian. Sasha seemed to grow a bit more alert, tuning into what the lady had to say. He responded quietly in his native tongue, waiting as the woman relayed something to the nurse. The big nurse stared at Sasha suspiciously before finally undoing the restraints. "Tell me if he tries anything funny," She barked the words out at Keely before disappearing, dragging the little lady with her.

Sasha stiffly moved his arms about, biting back a groan as his muscles protested at the different positions. He forced himself into a sitting position and focused his gaze on Keely. "Does mother know?" His mother was the only family he had, but he was repeating the question in hopes that Keely would clarify what she wanted to know. Did his family know about what? He dropped his gaze to his arms, absently rubbing at them in an attempt to ease the pain that trickled through them. He reached out and picked up the cup of water, sipping at it and sighing in relief. It was unimaginably wonderful.</sub>

[haylee]

[Mur... Misty needs to reply D:]

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_{Keely nodded, continuing to study Sasha. "Does your mother know?" She repeated, her gaze travelling down his arms. She stared at the wrapped wond, and she visibly winced. It hurt toeven think about what it would be like without him. Because he had taken his own life. She was extremely glad he hadn't. She quickly averted her gaze, folding her hand sin her lap, as a soft sigh escaped her pale lips. She stared down at her hands, as if they were the most important thing in the world. Every so often, she would glance up slightly, to watch Sasha from her peripheral, before she quickly, and sneakily glanced away.}

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<sub>Lena led the beloved chestnut colt into the stables after finishing up with him. The yearling's golden coat was darkened with sweat but his beauty remained ever so present. The horse shook out his cropped mane and pricked his ears excitedly at his surroundings. He nickered warmly to the people and nudged Lena, the trainer acknowledging this form of affection with a good ear rub. The thoroughbred leaned into this and narrowed his eyes happily. He then finally pulled away and shook out his head, ears flopping around as a result. He comically lipped at the air before following the light tug of the leather lead, Lena holding the lunge line in his other hand. She shivered randomly and coughed, before stopping and staring at her feet blankly.

Winston sneezed and scratched his cheek on his foreleg, before sniffing Lena's hair and rubbing his head on her arm. He stopped in the aisle and looked around some more, this time at all the horses. Velena began to rub on him and give him some loving, a smile plastered on her features and adorning them. She leaned on his muscular frame and played with the piece of his mane that lay on his withers. The yearling had his head turned around as if to look at her, but he wasn't even concentrated on the brunette, tail flicking the side opposite of her absentmindedly.</sub>

[haylee]

_{After nearly an hour of drawing, Sadie finally closed the sketchbook with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. She puffed out her cheeks for a moment, eyes wide as she glanced around the living room. She shivered once, not because she was cold, but of the events that had happened the past days. She wrung her hand, standing up and pacing a bit more. She felt restless, and wanted to go riding; but she didn't want to risk going out on the trail and getting sick again. Nor did going to the indoor arena sound appealing. She wanted to run, and run hard. Only the thundering thudding of hooves beneath her could lull the confusion and pain away. Sighing again, she clenched her fists, fingernails biting into her palms. The jockey chewed on the inside of her cheek and absently wandered around. Her pretty blue eyes were troubled, and she had no idea what to do at the moment but think. Think and wait. Wait, for something, she didn't know. Her back was bothering her today, but the pain was really nothing; it didn't bother her, but hinder her movement a bit.}

[Story]

_{Sasha shook his head. "She knows mind of demon but not of me in hospital." He said slowly, trying to make the sentence comprehensible. His mother was well aware that he was schizophrenic, but she wasn't aware of the trouble he'd been in for a while. He hadn't called for two months, which wasn't too unusual for him. She'd likely expect one soon though. She'd simply want to hear that he was alright, alive. She knew he'd never be a truly happy person and that she'd probably never be a grandmother. She'd never visit America, but could expect him to visit now and then. So long as her little boy never forgot about her, she would be satisfied. This much, Sasha was well aware of. After the troubles he'd experienced, he was considering going home. For some reason, everything was so much more bearable back home. The voices were quieter, less aggravated back home, it seemed. Sasha could even be described as happy, or almost so. "Perhaps I go to Russia for while. Let mind heal." He said slowly, nodding. It would be good for him to go back to the Motherland and recuperate.}

[mistycreek]

_{"Don't tell me what I can and can't do," Breanna spat. "And don't call me a snobby little rich kid." Clocks snorted in response, bobbing his head. Brea soothed her horse, stroking his nose, before spinning back around and shooting a glare of daggers at Peter. She planted a hand on her hip. "I don't think you understand," she clenched her jaw to refrain from losing her temper. "I'm not going anywhere. Where he goes, I go," she gestured to Like Clockwork. "And you won't call my father," she said. "You wouldn't dare. I may not be a spoiled little rich kid, but I sure as heck can act like one. I will tell him, tell the police, that you forced me to come here. That you kidnapped me." She finished, huffing slightly. "I wasn't kidding when I said he needs to be put in his stall," Brea snapped. "So? Move."}

[mistycreek]

[Sorry, I was eating pizza. ]

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Back. Here's Rivers, Leo.

<sub>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. Rivers let out a girlish squeal as she lost her footing, slipping and landing hard on her rear.


Cat got quiet, listening to what the two were saying without inputting anything of her own. After all, she had nothing to do with this. She drew back her hair into a slovenly bun. Not that it mattered whether she was all dressed up or in rags, because she was going with rags no matter and personally, she didn't care who saw her in her unkempt condition at this point.</sub>