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Post by mistycreek on Dec 17, 2012 19:09:34 GMT -7
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 19:11:16 GMT -7
.....C'mon you cando iiiit! She'll kiss him soon, soooo xD
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Post by Spotify on Dec 17, 2012 19:16:43 GMT -7
(Here.)
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 17, 2012 19:17:58 GMT -7
⚓ and they never thought you'd make it t h i s ❤ f a r ~
Breanna Bentley ∞
Brea had taken it upon herself to find the bunkhouse, unable to find the facility owner, Aiden. She'd settled in with the few belongings that she'd brought. Breanna left her long, slightly wavy dark auburn-brown hair down and pulled on a gray hoodless sweatshirt over her favorite yellow t-shirt from her days in the show ring. It was from her favorite show, the one where she'd won three big classes in a row and won the overall individual trophy, scoring enough points so that with her team combined, Misty Morning Farms won their division at the show. She pulled on black sweats and slipped into her old, well-worn rubber paddock boots. Her holiday-galore fuzzy socks peeked out of the tops.
She made her way downstairs, walking kind of slowly. Brea stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a few carrot chunks for her baby. Then, she went out to the stables, green eyes brightening at the thought of the red stallion. Like Clockwork whinnied a loud greeting when she entered the barn, and she couldn't help but grin. "Hey, Clockers," Brea said, rubbing his nose affectionately before slipping him a few carrot chunks.
Blake Maxwell ⋆
Blake awkwardly patted Keely on the shoulder. He was never very good at comforting others, often awkward at their discomfort. But Keely was his friend, and she needed him. "Keely," he said gently. "It's alright. You will be okay."
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 17, 2012 19:28:31 GMT -7
[Awks, when I finally am ready to roleplay, nobody is here... Okay....]
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Post by Story on Dec 17, 2012 19:32:52 GMT -7
[What's with all the chatting on this thread today? There's a chatroom for a reason, guys. -_-]
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 17, 2012 19:41:27 GMT -7
[it's my fault i'm sorry..........................]
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Post by mistycreek on Dec 17, 2012 19:49:02 GMT -7
[Okay, well I guess nobody is going to RP right now and I'm tired so bye]
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Post by Spotify on Dec 17, 2012 19:54:05 GMT -7
Ever nodded softly,"Ya, I know. He hasn't be able to hurt me for a long time."she whispered, hugging Cat back. Her eyes flashed with deep pain though as soon the word left her mouth, but it was quickly hidden by sadness and confusion. She flinched once and than settled,"So Cat, any guy catch you're eye?"she asked, forcing a smile, resentment and fury boiling in her veins as she fidgeted with her blonde curls on the couch. She hadn't really thought about all the crap she had been through as a child, she was fixated on the present and future, too many old wounds were in the past. She shuddered thinking about Miguel and his death. She hoped he went peacefully and that he didn't suffer.
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Post by haylee on Dec 17, 2012 19:56:05 GMT -7
[/color] Mercedes Wilde ran a hand through her hair, mumbling something inaudible as she headed up the winding staircase that led to the girls' portion of the bunkhouse. At first, she just stood in her heartily decorated room, looking around with pale, wide eyes. She then grabbed up a towel and headed to the showers. Sadie took a long hot shower, scrubbing away the freezing world of outside. When she finished with her shower, the slender jockey changed back into a clean pair of jeans, a navy blue sweater, and a pair of new snow boots. She piled her golden hair on top of her head in a neat bun before descending the stairs.
Upon reaching the family room, she slipped outside. Her watery eyes took in the startling white; making her eyes sting slightly. Everything blurred together in the paleness as she stumbled across the stable yard and towards the pasture. Once she had regained her clear imagery back, she picked her away across carefully. PETER CHAVEZ[/color] Huffing and puffing, Peter came thundering into the stables on the back of a startling bright, silver colt. The colt's eyes were rolled white, and his shiny coat was slicked in a lather of sweat. His mouth was agape and foaming at the bit. The Spaniard finally managed to collect Sterling Suspicions head before he ran into anyone or made it to the end of the aisle. Peter shook once before dismounting on shaky legs. The Spanish jockey's black hair was slicked with sweat and his face pale with exertion. He muttered to the horse and clipped him to the crossties before taking his tack off, nose wrinkling at the damp leather.KENTON SMITH[/color] An expensive, thick looking Ram truck pulled into the facility, the engine rumbling like a vicious creature for a moment before it was cut off short with a slight gurgle; as if it had been choked. The tinted windows glinted in the dim winter sun. The horse trailed being pulled was rocking back and forth slightly, a loud snort and kicking at the metal of the sides.WORD COUNT[/color] 409OUT OF CHARACTER[/color] I love LOTR, I have been obsessed with it for such a long time now D:[/quote] |
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