Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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_{Rivers decided against it, just continuing to rub the mare down. "You'll be warm in no time," She purred to Indie as she continued to warm up the horse with the continuous strokes. Rivers draped a blanket over Indigo, clipping it around her neck and adjusting a buckle and strap. She put her racer into her freshly-bedded stall and gave her a kiss goodnight as she shut the door. She turned to Lena. "Tired? I am. We could go and watch TV if you want, unless you have something to do." She offered, suddenly looking forward to movie.}

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<sub>Jordan was curled up in a ball on the couch and his eyes were shut, but yet he was nowhere near asleep. The trainer blinked once and then looked around with his darkened blue eyes, emotions dull. He gripped the blanket tight and stared at the television, which was off.

Velena furrowed her eyebrows and nodded. "Sure, but what would we watch? I don't believe that anyone'll be in the living room so we could use that TV?" She puffed out her cheeks and watched the woman work with her horse. She ran a hand through her dark locks of hair and contemplated what she was in the mood to watch that Rivers would like too.

(Knowing Jordy he'll likely try to flirt a bit lamely since he's still being his dull self xD.)</sub>

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Okay. xD

_{Rivers contemplated for a minute. "No clue, but they have a bunch of movies we can go through." She said as she hurriedly gestured for Velena to follow, rushing for the bunkhouse to get out of this harsh chilly weather. "Gosh, it's freezing." She breathed, exasperated as she opened the door to get inside of the heated dwelling. She noticed a lump on the couch and peered at it. "Who're you? Hey, do you mind if we watch a movie. You can watch it with us too! Oh my God it's still cold." She welcomed, switching quickly from one statement to another as the next fragment popped into her mind.}


Sorry they are short posts. I'm all jumpy and cold. That's probably why Rivers is all cold inside of RP.

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Abram knew tragedy had befallen Cross Facility- a death of one of the jockeys. No one had mentioned it to him but he'd overheard people talking. He hadn't known the guys, so he just kept doing his rounds, changing lightbulbs, fixing things that needed to be fixed. He kept to himself, unable to share in the mourning. Besides his one conversation with Keely, he hadn't spoken to anyone but Aiden and even that had only been briefly stopping into his office to let him know if there were supplies he needed or to see if there was anything the owner needed done specifically that he hadn't already noticed and added to his list.

Neither he nor Kohl had gotten used to the horses either. The closest Abram ever got was walking through the stable, or if one of the more social ones came up to the fence while he was walking along the outside checking for areas that needed mending. In all honestly, they intimidated him. He didn't spend much time in the bunkhouse, just going there to sleep and eat and feed Kohl. He was extremely familiar with the property now though, because most of his free time was spent walking, usually out to the far edges of the pastures.

Today wasn't any different for him really except for instead of a toolkit in hand he clutched a cheap sketchbook and a couple of B2 pencils. He trudged through the snow, grateful that having a steady paycheck had allowed him to buy a jacket from the thrift store to cut down the chill. He'd zipped it on tightly over one of his typical flannel shirts, threadbare jeans doing little about the cold on hisl egs but it didn't bother him terribly. Approaching one of the pastures that was largely empty, he pulled himself up onto the fence and flipped open the sketchbook.

Behind him, content to stay on the outside of the fence, Kohl lay down in the snow, a path of black and rust vibrant in the snow. His piercing blue eyes scanned the landscape alertly, watching for danger.

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Hellooo.

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<sub>(Gah... I only have Jess open, Rien D: He's not as fun as my others but ya'know...)

Jordan grumbled and covered his head, tired and really not in the mood to talk. He could really care less what they did so long as he was left be. Lena's brows shot up at the other trainer and sat on the other couch, nodding to Rivers.
Jordan peeked his head over and stared blankly at Rivers. No light in his eyes. No humor. Just dullness. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, letting out a soft yawn. He ran a hand through his black hair and stared at the ceiling blankly, considering going up to his room. He was exhausted and nothing seemed to entertain him, his life was nothing, he wasn't needed nor wanted at the facility, human company only usually aggravated him. Essentially, he was a human shell of nothingness. The trainer wrapped himself up in the blanket and stared at the girl. He didn't care if they thought he was a creep or whatever. Nothing mattered. He grumbled and laid on his back, expressing how tired he was and how much he didn't want them there with a loud, exaggerated yawn.

(Erg... Getting tired so my posts are kind of rambly and just me trying to reach the limit while trying to watch something.

Yes, I realize nothingness isn't a real word, but as my reading teacher says, I will continue to pretend it is one. xD)</sub>

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_{"Is someone sad?" Rivers murmured slowly, leaning over the blankets he was wrapped up in. "I downloaded an app called Elf Yourself and I could take a picture of your face and turn you both into elves. Want to do it? We can do all three of us." She suggested, speaking to both Lena and Jordan.}

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((Don't worry about me, I was just kind of posting because I got woken up at 6am by drunken idiots ringing my doorbell and had to get the muse out of my head.))

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xDD

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<sub>(Alright!

Heaths, I am gonna go! I'll reply in the morning. Tired! Sorry!)</sub>