Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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_{"Oh..." Keely murmered softly, still avoiding his gaze. She didn't know what else to say, so just softly replied. "If it makes you happier, then you should." She finally glanced up at him, staring at him softly. She didn't want him to go, but knew it was for the best. She brushed some curly hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear, as she glanced away, before back at him once again. she shifted her position, until her back was pressed up against the wall. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, glancing away every once in awhile so it didn't seem like she was staring him down. Her sides heaved with a soft sigh.}

[haylee]

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Peter's eyes narrowed further and he didn't move, he refused to. "You mean to tell me you will put an innoucent man to jail for a horse? Are you ridiculous? I will call your father. You know, you could stay, if you just give me the lead rope. And go talk to Aiden. I don't have time to deal with you. Now give me your horse, or I swear to God you will regret it." He growled, eyes alight like a dark brown flame. If this girl knew who she was talking to, she would regret it. "Wait, I have one question. Are you here just for... This horse? Or are you wanting to be a jockey? Cause if you are, I can tell you again, go home. Girls don't make good jockeys."</sub>

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_{"He's not[/] just a horse." Brea's eyes were boiling with anger. "And I don't trust you. I'm not giving you the lead rope." She stayed put, glaring stubbornly. She didn't care who he was or what he looked like (uh yes she has a crush on him hehehehehe :3), he was not taking Clocks. He didn't deserve him. And besides, she was the one who knew Clocks better than herself, better than anyone. "And no, I can't be a jockey." She dropped her eyes to the ground. This was the one topic she would avoid at all costs.}

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Lena had put up her cherished golden thoroughbred and let him be. She passed just as the girl fell back and gave a humorous chuckle. Running a hand through her dark hair, she looked the mare over for a minute. "Pretty horse." She acknowledged good-humoredly and then looked back at Rivers. "Need some help ma'am?" She queried as she then began to outstretch her hand to Indigo. "Mind if I touch her?" She was absolutely positive it was a mare, confident in this knowing. Her hair framed her lightly sculpted, feminine face but she still acquired that tough look. Her forest green eyes stared down the horse, her skin containing a light tan. She had a good amount of muscle tone to her arms and legs, but she still was skinny. You could just tell by looking at her she knew her horses and had been around them most of her life.
The twenty-five year old had only been in the racing training career for about five years tops, but she had already pretty much mastered it and had worked at many different stables. Though recently she had decided to come work with the promising horses Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility supposedly held, but had brought her yearling along to have some of the other trainers work with him as well and show her some techniques the still-learning young trainer was yet to learn. She was willing to be taught and wanted to know it all; every detail and every little different tactic to producing a brilliant thoroughbred.</sub>

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[mistycreek]

HORSEY o3o

[haylee]

_{[brb. I need food and I need to shower... And random question, but on the mini-profile, where it has the orange squares, just above, with the different titles, does that seem okay?]}

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<sub>Rivers went through her questions and comments one by one. "Thanks, her name is Indigo. And no I don't need help and sure, you can touch her." She summed up all her responses as she was getting back to her feet. Rivers held out a strand of hair in front of her blue eyes, drawing a piece of dirt from it. "I'm Rivers, a groom here at the facility," She said, introducing herself to the lady beside her horse. "Do you have a horse yourself?" Rivers proceeded to ask, curious about why Lena had come here and what she'd brought along. Rivers just liked to know things and know what was going on. She rubbed dirt from her cheek using the back of her hand. Gosh, bathing a horse had never been this messy. The girl sneezed a second time and again used another tissue. "Ugh," She mumbled in an icky tone, now sounding congested.

Indigo bobbed her alabaster head, shoving her nose outwards so that it pushed tenderly against Lena's neck. Her nostrils flared as she snuffled along Lena's chin and cheeks. She stomped a long leg, which was palely clouded in grey shades that looked like chuffs of wispy smoke, in frustration to the fact the cross ties restrained her actions. The racer outstretched her neck in attempts to get closer physical contact, all about the cuddling and being babied by any and all.</sub>

[Story]

<sub>New page, guys. This is being moved to archives.

-Story</sub>