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Post by Spotify on Mar 22, 2013 14:25:22 GMT -7
Ever glanced down at the ground, thankfully one of her rare talents was the ability to think quick,"Because I'm riding Lyric real soon in a race and I need to figure out her quirks."she said, forcing the sly smile that touched her lips away. A rosey blush entered her cheeks, she didn't like tricking Ethan, but hey he asked for it when he teased her about being a better jockey. She leaned up and kissed his cheek,"Why are you too afraid to lose to a girl?"she teased softly and she batted her eyelashes. She knew it might take her some hardcore persuasion but she was determined to beat her best friend in a race. She wanted those bragging rights more than anything. She giggled,"C'mon! Is the big Ethan to scared? And you know what? Why don't we make it more interesting? Winner gets a prize. Whatever they want."
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Post by Goldie on Mar 22, 2013 16:59:17 GMT -7
Ethan's face flooded red in a blush from the kiss on the cheek. "I'm not scared of you." he said with a roll of his eyes. "Okay. You're on." he gave her a peck on her forehead. "If I win, you have to either clean out my horse's stalls for a week... Or go on a date with me." he said a wink before dipping her down so that she was hanging off of his lap upside down.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 22, 2013 17:08:49 GMT -7
Ever laughed softly,"Let me go!"she squealed, trying to push herself back up."Wait no change that. Lift me back up! I'm too young to die."she giggled. She squirmed in his grip,"Fine! Fine! I'll go on a date with you if you win! If I win you have to be my own personal waiter for a day."she said, twisting her back awkwardly so she could peer up at him. She really wanted to win now. Oh how she would love to have her own personal waiter for the day and not to mention the bragging rights that came along with it. She could picture it perfectly in her head."Pull me up!"she giggled, her cheeks had red coloring in them from being held upside down for so long and she was starting to get just the slightest bit dizzy.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 22, 2013 17:31:39 GMT -7
Ethan laughed and pulled her up. He gently ran his thumb over her red cheeks, his gaze gentle. "I agree to your terms, Ms. Faith." he chuckled and stood up after sliding her onto his bed. "So, I'll meet you at the track in twently minutes. You go saddle up Lyric and I'll go get the mare you want me to ride ready. What's her name again?" he asked as he slipped his shoes on and looked around for his riding helmet that he had stashed somewhere. He got on his knees and looked under the bed, wrinkling his nose when he found a few socks and a folded blanket along with a pair of riding boots. He stood back up and looked around, spotting his helmet on a hook on the back of the closet door. "Aha. There it is." He mumbled and picked up the old black helmet. It wasn't the one he used for racing, only for practice. It had a few FSU stickers stuck to it and a few little notes in silver sharpie were scrawled on it, mostly smiley faces and hearts and '____ was here!' or '____ luvs you!'. He had owned the helmet since he had started his racing career back in his senior year of highschool and since he brought his racing gear to school so he would have it without having to go back home, a few girls had gotten ahold of it and written on it. He hadn't bothered to get at new one since it still fit and wasn't broken... yet.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 22, 2013 17:49:30 GMT -7
Ever just laid there, collecting her thoughts and waiting for the dizziness to pass,"Her name is Rebel."she said and with that she got back to her feet. She glanced at Ethan and than she was gone, heading for her room to change into breeches and riding boots.
It didn't take long for Ever to change, she had changed from her shorts and mucking boots into riding breeches, riding boots, and a black v-neck tshirt that hung loosely over her frame. Her hair was plaited in her favorite type of braid, the katniss braid. She smiled, grabbing a riding helmet and heading downstairs.
Ever smiled, entering the stables,"Lyric! Ready to kick some butt?"she called, grabbing her horses tack from the tack room.
Fifteen minutes later, Ever was patiently waiting for Ethan. The will go win glistened in her eyes as she patted Lyric's side.
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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 17:50:02 GMT -7
Adam winced as Zoey said she wanted to be like him. His expression betrayed his uneasiness as he shifted. "I don't know if that's a good idea. You know why your mama has such a steady job here? Racing is dangerous. You can get hurt so easily...you know how I am your mama's favorite patient? That's because I get hurt a lot. The horses sometimes can't run or they trip, another jockey tries to stop you from winning. You fall and a horse steps on you? That hurts. A lot..." He couldn't go into detail lest he scare the little girl. If she had known about the severity of his accident...
Adam was silent as he led PV toward the stables, stopping outside of his stall. "C,mon, kiddo, time to dismount." He held his arms up to catch the girl when she slipped down from the tall colt's back.
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Post by Horse on Mar 22, 2013 17:56:58 GMT -7
Sadie eventually stood up from where she had been sleeping in Sunkissed Lullaby's stall. She looked a bit disgruntled as she glanced around the stables with slitted eyes before she let out a sigh, and she seemed to deflate as she smoothed the hem of her shirt and started pulling bits of bedding out of her naturally highlighted hair. She slid out of the stall and stretched before stifling a yawn. It hadn't been a good idea falling asleep in the filly's stall. She was sore and her head was killing, but she brushed it off and slid off towards feed room after a long glance down the aisle.
She measured out LuLu's feed and returned to pour the bucket into her feeder. After completing this, Sadie didn't know what to do at the moment. It was too late to go to the track, like she would have gone anyway. She didn't want to ride, and the urge to get back into the irons was lessening as the days went on.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 22, 2013 18:39:17 GMT -7
Zoey's blue eyes were wide as she listened to her uncle. She grabbed onto his neck as she slipped off of PV and was put on the ground. She poked her lip out, a stubborn look on her face as she crossed her arms. "I'm strong! I can be a jockey too!" she said, freckles standing out on her pale face. *zoey* 
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Post by Story on Mar 22, 2013 19:29:26 GMT -7
Alexander eventually brought The Mighty Fitz into the stables for the evening, comically dwarfed in his small size next to the roan colt's larger frame. The Russian's blonde hair was growing longer again, but these days, he fussed less about everything. So long as he could keep himself distanced enough not to hurt anyone, things would be okay. He was given his space and he focused on just keeping as sane as he could for as long as possible. He figured that, if he kept everyone at arm's length, there'd be less pain if he did anything. It was something he was willing to risk. He was learning to function under the medication that kept him at least somewhat balanced.
Adam glanced toward Zoey and then toward Gal's stall. "C'mere, kiddo. We gotta talk." He said in a rather resigned voice. He scooped Zoey up and set her down on a hay bale. "Do you know what happened to Gal? Why he doesn't get ridden anymore and why he doesn't run much like the other Thoroughbreds? Why he sometimes walks funny?" He murmured, biting his lip. He hated thinking about the accident. He'd seen the footage. It was messed up.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 22, 2013 19:36:01 GMT -7
Zoey nodded, pulling a treat out of her pocket and putting it on Gal's stall door so he could eat it. She walked back over and crawled onto the hay bale. "Momma said it was because he fell when he was racing and got hurt and that you got hurt too. You still race, why doesn't Gal?" She asked, eyes looking strait into his. She acted older then she was, smarter too. He had her moments when she pouted or cried, but those were few and small.
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