Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[mistycreek]

[Wait, was that post directed before mine, or after?]

[haylee]

PETER CHAVEZ

_{Peter stared at Breanna for a long time, studying his expression before he sighed; seeming to deflate. "You know what? Settle him in a stall. You can stay, but you better prove that you are able to take care of him. He's still my horse, and if I don't like something you do, you're gone. Got it?" Peter told the girl just after the girl talked. This seemed very unusual for Peter, to show any sort of kindness, even if it was in a harsh manner. He glanced towards Adam, jaw clenching for a moment before he looked towards the girl. He was acting rather funny.}

MERCEDES WILDE[/color]

_{Sadie had disappeared out of the stables and into the bunkhouse. She grabbed a plastic bag and filled it half full of ice and a towel before heading back out into the rigidly frozen world and into the stables. She hung by the doors, waiting for Adam to get done she she could baby him a bit about his jaw; it would take her mind off of what was going on. She shifted from foot to foot, gaze on the floor.}

WORD COUNT:[/color] ₂₁₅

[Story]

<sub>[We'll go with after. Adam wants to know why she's there if Peter bought the horse.]

Adam scoffed at Peter. Was he actually being somewhat nice after threatening the girl? He shook his head and turned away, muttering a rather unkind thing under his breath about Peter. That guy was pathetic and he was a coward. He'd pick on people weaker than him but the moment someone like Adam came in, he backed off, fear in his eyes. Adam faced away from Peter, resisting the urge to touch a hand to his throbbing jaw. He did however swipe his tongue over the split in his lip and wrinkle his nose at the salty tang of blood. He wiped his lip again and scowled. He hadn't noticed that Sadie had gone to fetch him some ice. He could have just as easily grabbed up some snow, though he didn't say anything when he did spot Sadie and the bag of ice. It was sweet of her to do, though he was tempted to ignore the gesture if only so Peter wasn't given any satisfaction. He turned his gaze back on the Spaniard for a long moment, waiting to see if he had anything else to say. Coward. Cretin. What kind of person are you to do that?</sub>

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_{"It's alright." Skya yearned to be comforted and Aiden's company was enough to soothe the ache. She leaned into him slightly but not enough to get him off balance. Her grip was slightly tight on him and despite the cause of them being together at the moment, she was still somewhat enjoying this in spite of all that was going on. She'd been seeking this comfort lately and now that she had it she was satisfied a tad bit. Her bun bounced and she sighed shakily, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Don't ever leave me. Please." She suddenly breathed and wrapped her arms around his arm. Her hazel eyes suddenly seemed to get distant and she searched for his vehicle amid the others, spotting her hefty beige Dodge Ram truck. The one ton was a 1991 model and was a mean automobile. She loved her truck and not to mention it could pull just about anything in the world. For a while she thought about her truck strangely, how smooth it rode and how much she enjoyed driving it, before blinking and realizing how weird she was. Her gaze drifted up to watch Aiden's eyes secretly, though she knew he'd likely look back at her. Perhaps that was what she wanted.}

[haylee]

MERCEDES WILDE

_{Sadie was leaning up against one of the first spaces that separated the stalls from each other. She wasn't looking up at the moment, and she didn't notice Adam coming her way. Her lips were set in a hard line and her brow furrowed, as it had been all day long. Her gaze was forlorn and sad; an expression she rarely wore, and it made her seem older than she really was. Like her features were elongated and the lines of her face more define. She finally did glance up, meeting her boyfriend's gaze and raised her eyebrows at him, straightening and glancing past his shoulder towards Peter and Breanna. "What was that about?" She asked, offering him the pack of ice, though, she wasn't sure if he would take it. She chewed absently on her lip, eyes meeting his once more.}

WORD COUNT[/color] ₁₉₈

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Poor Jordan. :C

<sub>Indigo's eyes drooped into content slits. She absorbed all of Lena's lovin' and her scratches felt good against the mare's thick cheeks. Her ears swiveled around as Rivers began to speak to Lena, listening mindlessly to their conversation and being lulled by the touch of Lena's nails on her skin and coat. The tone of their voice was enough to soothe her. Her chalky tail was still up until it began to slap against the drippy suds of soap soaking on her torso. Even under Lena's petting, she began to grow restless and unsettled after a while. Being wet in the cold climate was just no fun.

Rivers responded to the name of Lena's horse with a merry grin. "That's so cute! I love the name Winston!" She stated brightly, all excited for a moment about the name. "Can you help me real fast? I think Indie's getting cold." Rivers reached out for the hose, wanting to hurry up and get this done. More liquid hurried from the nozzle and poured over Indigo's sterling body. "If you could just help wipe away the soap while I wash her off, that'd be helpful," She informed her, asking at the same time, as she hurriedly tried to finish the bath.</sub>

[Story]

<sub>Aiden led the way over to his own truck, a gray Ford of some model or make. It wasn't clear what it was anymore, so old was it. However, it ran great and it had enough space and strength in it for it to be of some use to him and his business. He opened the passenger door for Skya. "Your chariot," He said dryly, trying to lighten the mood a tad. He couldn't even begin to express his gratitude that Skya was putting up with his crazy thought and plan. Anyone else might just tell him he was crazy and to give it a rest. She was going along with it.

Adam snorted in response to Sadie's question. "Peter Chavez." He spit the name out disdainfully and continued to speak. "Biggest coward and bully ever. Picking on that girl because she's attached to the horse. He grabbed her shirt and was threatening her. Soon as I stepped in, the coward backed off." Adam muttered, recalling with grim satisfaction the faint glint of fear in the jockey's eyes. Whatever happened, Peter still remembered that Adam could beat the crap out of him. Just like that time in California after Sadie's accident. Adam remembered slamming his head into the railing of the track.</sub>

[haylee]

MERCEDES WILDE[/color]

_{Sadie nodded slowly, looking over again towards the Spanish jockey and the seventeen year old girl. She studied them for a moment, eyes tracing the lines of the pretty brown horse. "Poor girl." She murmured, brow wrinkling. Sadie wasn't fond of Peter Chavez, and if she actually knew what he did to her, she would likely despise the other jockey. She pursed her lips for a moment and shifted from foot to foot, eyes on the ground for a heartbeat. "How's your jaw?" She asked quietly, appraising his split lip with a frown. She offered him the ice pack, wondering if he would take it to soothe the likely ache in his jaw. She didn't ask anything else, falling silent.}

WORD COUNT[/color] ₁₆₅

[mistycreek]

_{"Fine," Brea said, examining his face for a moment, a bit taken aback by his sudden 'change of heart'. She frowned slightly, and outstretched her hand slightly. She stood there for a moment with her hand just there, before turning around and clucking softly to Clocks. The Thoroughbred followed her obediently.}

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<sub>"A'ight." Lena did as told, wiping away the suds and frowning. "It's not such a good idea to wash a horse in such harsh weather but eh. She should live if you drive her off fast enough." She grinned and nodded a little. Her eyes trailed off into the stables as she finally answered Rivers's remark. "Yeah... I named him. I've heard of Winston Churchill and heard a few of his poems here and there, and thought the name suited him. Strangely enough, it's also his racer name. Winston." She grinned and her green eyes looked over at the girl again. "How long you been here?" She used the small talk to keep the conversation going so it wasn't awkward.

Skya puffed out her cheeks and stepped into the truck, hazel eyes staring a head blankly. She waited patiently for Aiden to get in, uttering a simple "thank you" in response to him. She played with her bun a little out of pure boredom. Nothing was too strange for her. She was up for anything and everything. Heck, if she loved you enough she'd drive to the moon in a eighteen wheeler with a load of Twinkies packed in the trailer. That was how dedicated and loyal and... weird she was. And to her, if it needed to be done, it needed to be done.

(Yeah... he needs a friend D:. No one wants to interact with my lonely Jordy though D:< 'Cept Keely and he's kinda not really wanting to be a part of that right now.)</sub>