Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

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It's okay. I'm gonna go too. Exhausted.

[mistycreek]

_{Breanna led the colt into the barn and hooked him up in the cross ties. She found an empty stall and shoveled some bedding and hay into it after sweeping out the old bedding inside of it. She tossed a bale of hay in for Clocks and filled his water bowl. Finally, she gave him some grain. By now, the colt was getting restless in the cross ties and Brea had meant to brush him down first, but she decided to put him in his stall. "Here, Clocks," she said soothingly, clucking to him as she led him into his new home. He perked his ears at her voice and squealed slightly, anxious to get in his stall.}

[mistycreek]

[-pokes- I see you guys.]

[rien]

[I'm hanging around.]

[Spotify]

Ever's lips twitched up in an awkward smile, it had been so long since a real smile touched her face. She didn't fidget while Cat twisted, plaited, and messed with her golden locks,"Thanks, but I hate it. It's just so plain."she said, she was starting to warm up to Cat. She needed a friend and with the way Cat had taken her under her wing. She was thinking Cat would be the perfect friend. A soft giggle escaped her lips as she fingered her hair,"You're turn!"Ever said, rather cheerfully as she traded places with Cat,"I love you're hair it's just so out there and it's so beautiful."she commented, running the brush through her hair, so it would be tangle free and wouldn't hurt when Ever got to work. She gently tilted her head backwards,"What's your story?"she asked, her big dull blue eyes held the glint of something other than pain or anger, they held curiosity for the first time in a long while. She smiled awkwardly again and coutinued on with braiding. After awhile she was done and turned out pretty cute, it was a fishtail braid with her bangs left out and swooping to the side.

[haylee]

PETER CHAVEZ

<sub>Peter had been watching Breanna from where he was near Sterling Suspicion's stall. His brow was furrowed and he sighed, turning back to his silver, spunky colt. "What am I going to do with her, huh?" He asked the horse, as if the equine would know what to do with the run-away teen. "I don't have time to deal with her..." He muttered, rubbing his forehead. "I really don't."

Peter was unaffected by the recent death of Miguel Mendoza. He hadn't even talked to the Mexican jockey; and the Spaniard did not understand why everyone was so upset about the loss of just one person. It didn't make any sense to him, but he had too much on his mind on the moment to be worried about the death of a friend to others. He needed to figure out what to do with this... Breanna, and get his horse under his belt. He needed to start training, soon, anyway, and he wanted going to let her stand in his path.</sub>

NEVADA VIRTUE[/color]

_{Nevada Virtue had been moved out into the pasture. The beautiful white mare danced across the nearly empty paddock; looking like a ghost in the frigid landscape. It was almost hard to see her outline against the field of snow; it was just a flicker of movement as she turned from a high-legged trot to a smooth canter. The mare's ears pricked towards a figure on the fence. Shaking her long, wavy mane out, she approached to investigate. She stopped a few yards from Abram, nose extended. Her breath came out in silvery wisps; like stilled smoke caught in a room. She pawed at the powdery ground before nickering at him; her head turning curiously as a dog's might.}

WORD COUNT[/color] ₃₂₇
OCC[/color] _{Spotify, are you remaking your Graceling RP? It's the only RP that hasn't been remade yet... Just letting you know.}

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<sub>(Here.)

Velena shook her head and sighed quietly, watching Jordan with her dark green eyes. She ran a few fingers through her dark hair and then curled up, drawing her legs to her chest. Jordan stared at Rivers blankly, ignoring her and fiddling with his fingers. He finally decided to leave, getting up and heading outside with a slight slam on the cabins's door. The man grumbled and headed down the road aimlessly. He just needed a walk.

Lena kinked her brows with an inquisitive glint in her green eyes. She just shrugged it off and watched Rivers, waiting for the girl's reaction. The twenty-five year old had only been here a day and... Things here were a bit weird. She was used to horses and short people, but there was just so much tension in the air and drama. It was a little strange and gave her an uneasy feel, seeing as she was new here and knew just about nothing. She never had really gone through any life crises except for the death of a family member or when her grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer. But those things were just part of life, and she'd never had any drama to do with relationships or friends. She kept to herself and stuck to training horses, and in fact she hadn't even kissed a boy since highschool.</sub>

[mistycreek]

_{Breanna rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning softly, before pulling her long dark auburn hair up into a ponytail. She pulled a few carrot chunks out of her pocket and held them out flat on her palm for Like Clockwork. The young stallion's eyes gleamed in the soft barn light as he snuffled his nose against her palm, slobbering all over her. Brea crinkled her nose, eyes dancing with laughter. "Ew, Clocks," she laughed, gently pushing the horse's nose away. He snorted indignantly in response. Brea smiled slightly, wrapping an arm around the frame of the colt's face and hugging him. She closed her eyes and breathed in the familiar smell.}

[Spotify]

(Yush I am, Horse. Just as soon as I get time to get on a computer.)

[haylee]

OCC[/color] _{Okay, I was just wondering. I'm not gonna role-play for awhile, I really need to finish characters for Rien's RP and this.}