Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[mistycreek]

_{Brea's expression hardened and her eyes smoldered angrily. She opened her mouth to speak, but an unreadable expression spread across her face and flickered through her eyes. She pursed her lips before making a fist and hitting him square in the jaw. She was so scrawny it probably didn't have an impact on him, but her hand stung. It was worth it.}

[Story]

<sub>Sasha finally just flopped onto his back, rolling onto his side and pulling his knees up to his chest. His arms, both a bit bruised and cut up from his most recent episode, ached in protest. He'd just gotten his wrist restraints removed after finally proving to the nurses that he wasn't a threat to himself or anyone else in his current state. He was suddenly tired and wanted to be left alone. The sooner he was better, the sooner he could go home. "Find out if Miguel really died." He said as a final comment before closing his eyes. He needed to get some sleep and find out what medication they'd put him on that was keeping those voices at bay.

Adam didn't say a single word to Sadie, simply shifting so that he leaned against her and rested his forehead against hers. His dull, dark blue eyes were half-closed. He needed a distraction, anything to avoid thinking that another friend had died. It wasn't true, surely. Why would this happen? The questions kept echoing in his mind until he pulled away, shaking his head impatiently. He needed to stop thinking about it. A soft, velvety nose brushed against his cheek and he felt himself relax. Zeph blew gently into Adam's face, dark eyes full of warmth. It melted Adam and he reached a hand up to scratch his ears.

Aiden growled and drove home again, fuming. He was getting frustrated that the questions were getting him nowhere. He'd asked to see the survivor of the accident, hoping it would give him an epiphany. While Miguel was reported dead, the other driver in the accident supposedly survived and was in critical care. However, because he wasn't family, Aiden was denied access. He had an idea though and he immediately began to search for Ever or Skya. One of the two girls would be essential. They could help him pull this off.</sub>

[mistycreek]

[My post stinks, sorry. Kind of distracted at the moment, haha.]

_{Lynn was not aware of anything going on at the moment. She was lost in her own world. All she did these days was listen to her iPod and sleep. She didn't ride, hardly ever visited her mare, didn't talk to anyone. She was on the brink of disappearing from the world together. No, not by doing something as drastic as killing herself. Frankly, she didn't have the guts nor the will. She kept her head down and her thoughts simple. If she smiled, it didn't reach her eyes. Her expression was once again a ghost of what it was. She was slipping away from the world, and nothing could be done to stop her. It was too late.}

[Cloudy]

<sub>[This is just here for Spotify, as I'm gonna log off in a minute.]

[Sorry for spamming your thread, Story]</sub>

[haylee]

MERCEDES WILDE

_{Sadie leaned back against him when he did, her eyes closing for a moment; eyes closed. But when her boyfriend pulled away, she put a hand on the stall door to steady herself, looking down. She ran a hand through her hair with a sigh. Her gaze was distant, as if she were looking out towards a far horizon. There had been a permanent lump in her throat since she had heard the news. Her eyes stung once in awhile, and she too, was struggling not to think about it. She smoothed the hem of her shirt, unsure what to do.}

PETER CHAVEZ[/color]

_{Peter just stood there for a long moment, rather stunned. The punch had hardly hurt, but it widened his eyes for a moment, and he let go of the anger. But he shook his head to clear it before his irises tightened and he grabbed the front of girl's shirt, pulling her rather close, his gaze intimidating and ruthless. "Who the hell do you think you are? Go home. No one wants you here." He growled quietly near her ear, his body language threatening.}

WORD COUNT ₂₁₃

[Spotify]

Ever was still in the same place Aiden had left her, her face contoured in a thoughtful look. The only thing that had changed was Ever had showered and cleaned herself up quite a bit. She had changed into a oversized sweater, leggings, and boots."Hey Cat, can you do me a favor?"she asked quietly, her hands full of hairspray, hair ties, brushes, and combs. "Do you know how to French braid?"she asked, her voice subdued. Her legs were folded neatly in her lap and her lips weren't twitched down in a frown. She offered a shaky smile to the girl, who had appeared out nowhere and seem to be her guardian angel. She was so nice and she hadn't even commented or ask why Ever had smelled of weed when she had first met her.

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<sub>(I hate typing up long posts on my iPod... Looked over my post and kept re-reading it and kept finding millions of different mistakes D:. If you want to you guys can re-read it... It'll make more sense now xD.)

Skya left the security and heat of the cabins and into the cold of winter, the icy breeze ripping at her face and freezing her nose. She wheezed a bit and used her hands for a bit of salvation from the uncomfortable sensation. But immediately when she lowered her freezing hands her nose stung with cold again and she coughed. She hated winter. Her boots crunched the white wonderland beneath them and she rubbed her hands together so the friction could help create a bit of heat. The twenty-one year old female jockey had her hair up in a bun and a slightly heavy coat lined with fur on the inside, but yet shivers still ran down her spine. She just couldn't win. Her nose and cheeks were rosy from winter's harshness and she just decided to toughen up and get over it, speedwalking desperately to the stables. Glancing around, she found Culver's dark brown head draped over his door, ears pricked at her. She tucked her hands in her pockets and it felt as if they were literally melting in the warmth. She then approached her colt and rubbed his nose. "Oh, my boy... It's all cruel and wrong and just... unfair."</sub>

[mistycreek]

_{Brea's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly narrowed them and tried to shove him away. It was no use; he was much stronger and bigger than her. She stared him down. "Get your hands off of me," she spat. "You think that's news to me? Nobody wanted me there either. Nobody wants me anywhere. So why do I care? The only thing that matters to me in thus whole world is this here horse. And there's no way in heck that I would leave him. Anywhere." Breanna's green eyes glittered.}

[Story]

<sub>"Skya, can you do me a favor?" Aiden asked in an urgent tone. "I need you to come with me back to the hospital. I...something's not right with this. Things don't add up and I want to see who it is in critical care...there were two car accidents, Skya. What if they made a mistake?" The hope was a desperate one. He'd seen a young, Hispanic man about Miguel's height and age in the morgue. It looked like Miguel. And yet his face was too damaged to make a positive ID. His necklace was missing. Why was it missing?

Adam was going to say something to Sadie, perhaps an apology for moving and almost making her fall. However, he was distracted by something down the way. His gaze riveted in on Peter as the Spaniard grabbed onto a girl's shirt. He immediately stepped away from Sadie's side, advancing forward. He knew that Peter could be rough. The man was the reason that Sadie had broken her back, had her accident. Adam had nearly beat the living crap out of him that day, could have killed him, didn't. Now Peter was attacking another girl? He wouldn't stand for it and grabbed Peter, forcibly pulling him away from the girl. "Back off from the girl, Chavez," He snapped.</sub>

[haylee]

MERCEDES WILDE[/color]

_{Sadie watched cautiously as Adam moved away from her side. She shifted slightly so she could intervene if... A fist fight broke out or something. She lifted a hand to scratch Zeph's nose and her brow furrowed as she watched. Who was this girl? She had no idea who the horse was either, and this dispute seemed to be focused around the pretty brown horse.}

PETER CHAVEZ

<sub>Peter's eyes flickered like a flame as he gazed back at her. He wasn't going to let this girl take his horse. He was about to spit something back at her when Adam pulled him off. On instinct, Peter turned and punched Adam hard in the jaw; hard before taking a step back from both of them. "This isn't your argument Apparel, go away." He all but snarled at the other jockey. "She has my horse and won't give him over." He said, hot gaze drifting to Breanna.

The jockey glowered at her, but didn't dare touch the girl again, mainly out of fear of being beat up by Adam again, that had not been a good experience, and he took another few steps away from Adam, staring at him warily.</sub>

WORD COUNT[/color] ₂₂₆