Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[Story]

<sub>[she could at least ask Aiden.]

Miguel shook his head in confusion. "Wrong about everything? Darling, not even you have that bad of a track record. You just let your temper get away with you and we're a touch quick to leap to conclusions. It happens. I could have been a bit nicer. It's just...it's still so hard to cope with the fact that I lost years of my life and I'm not going to get them back. It's weird for someone I don't remember knowing so much about me. It's hard. And I miss my family. I know I left Mexico but it's like I was torn from the, because I don't recall leaving..." How could he describe it?

Adam eventually returned to the facility, permitting himself a small handful of granola. That was his breakfast. It would tide him over until after the final race at seven that evening. It wasn't nearly enough. It never was. He had to get going soon. He heaved a sigh, trying to figure out if he should load PV now and let him relax at the track. He finally decided that was best. It would give PV time to relax before the race.</sub>

[Goldie]

_{Jessie quietly closed the door to the bedroom before slipping soundlessly down the stairs. She was dressed for the day, a pair of light blue scrub pants and a scrub shirt with blue butterflies covering it. Her curls and waves of red hair were pulled back into a ponytail and her bangs were held back by a tiny black clip. She didn't have on any jewelry, except for some tiny silver studs in her ears and the normal black studs in the rest of her left ear. She of course had on her wedding ring and also wore a small, thin gold ring with a black pearl set as the stone. Her grandmother had given it to her on her 12Th birthday and she had rarely taken it off since then. Jessie looked around and slipped on her light jacket before heading outside, sneakers leaving a trail of footprints in the dew soaked grass. The young medic made her way to Aiden's house and knocked on the door. She looked at her watch. Zoey would most likely be waking up soon.}

[Story]

_{Aiden raised himself from his couch. He was not surprised to see Jessie. She was pretty much the only one that sought him out, especially without checking his office first. He let out a quiet cough and pulled himself up to go open the door. "Jessie, come in." He led the way back to his living room, curtains drawn as usual, leaving the only light to be a yellowed standing lamp in the corner. Aiden sank down into the chair that he'd previously occupied. This was his armchair. Company, of which he so rarely got outside of business, were given the couch. He had a half eaten sandwich on a plate, along with his usual bottle of jack.he poured himself a small drink and let out a chuckle. "Manners suggest I should offer you some, but common sense says you will refuse, being on the job and all. And I reckon you're not too happy that I'm even having a drink." He sounded almost amused, relaxing in his seat. "What can I do for you?" He was relaxed, almost too much. He never relaxed much, even in the privacy of his own home.}

[Goldie]

_{Jessie shrugged, taking a seat on the couch. She noted that the cushion was stiff, probably not having very many people sit on it. "As long as it's in little doses, I don't mind too much. It isn't too good for your health, seeing as you have narcolepsy and whatnot, but you are old enough to drink alcohol. It's not that it's bad, it's that it can be bad." she blinked a few times, letting her eyes adjust to the dark room. "I've come to ask you of...a favor. So to speak." she crossed her legs to try and make her seat more comfortable "I've been meaning to ask for a while now, but what do you think of allowing me and my husband, one of your jockeys, to build a small house on the facility? My daughter is getting bigger, and our room at the bunkhouse simply isn't big enough for all three of us to be living in together. Me and Jess would pay to build our house here, if you allow it, so no money would come out of the facility. The problem is, it's your land and you have the final say so." She folded her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting her wedding ring around her finger nervously.}

[Story]

_{"Seems I recall the last time I said no where your daughter was concerned, you got pissed off." Aiden recalled how she has asked him to raise her child as his own if something happened to her when she had her baby. He had been really young when she asked this. Heck, he was still too young. Others his age were out partying or in college and he couldn't even afford a social life. His father had had a wife to care for him, so it wasn't like he was left to raise himself. Aiden knew nothing about children, so he had said no. Jessie had stormed out angrily, leaving Aiden frustrated. H hadn't known Jessie that well and she had asked him of that. She would have had more success asking Adam. The jockey would never be able to say no. And he had Sadie to help him. Just like Ethan and Skya could have. "Yes, Jessie, there is a a slice of land not being used that you two could purchase. You have to get the building permit and deal with it. I will help with what I can..."}

[Goldie]

_{"Honestly, I had been panicking that day and I do apologize for that." Jessie said, a blush tinting her cheeks. She cleared her throat before continuing. "And thank you. Now you can have your medic on full time." she laughed dryly "How much are you asking for the land?". Jessie had a good bit of money stored up from paychecks, stud payments off of Champ, and the award money for winning a few competitions on her mighty Clydesdale.}

[blech short]

[Horse]

_{Sadie eventually returned from the lake, her gait rather stiff because she had fallen asleep on the dock, and her back had locked on her. Her eyebrows were knitted and nose wrinkled faintly as she glanced around. In all honesty, she was extremely bored, and wanting to do something. She was itching to move, maybe she would go for a run if her head felt better later. She sighed and turned on her heel to head for the bunkhouse, mind awhirl with different thoughts and ideas. She jogged lightly up the stairs and grabbed something out of her bag that was flung across her bed. She spent a moment digging through the various pockets before she found a bottle of pain killers. She popped two back and hoped that would help with her head and her back as she glanced around her room. It was rather tidy, all of her clothes and art supplies put away. She returned her bag before slowly leaving her room and descending the stairs, glancing around warily.}

[Story]

_{Aiden shrugged as he glanced up at the medic. "Blame the hormones. That's what we do for the mares." He was joking, but tentatively so. He let out a quiet sigh. These social interactions were a bit odd. He was more used to catering to the interest of those in the racing business. He glanced away for a long moment. "Is there anything else?" He had known Jessie came merely to ask for a favor. That was what he was here for. He ran the facility for everyone else's needs to be met. That was it. He hadn't worn his standard baseball cap in days. His mousy brown hair was sticking up, though he had recently gotten it cut shorter. His pale skin, while clear, had lost the tan he used to have. He stayed inside the office and he seemed smaller. His life was pretty much work and no play.}

[Goldie]

Jessie shook her head. "No, that's about it." she said, looking at Aiden with sad eyes. She felt sorry for the young man. "Actually, there is one more thing." she said, the wheels turning in her head. "Zoey is turning four today. We're having a little party at the bunkhouse... Would you want to come? I made a whole pot of chili and there is going to be cake. My mother is going to be here soon as well, most likely with a few tins of cookies. She makes a mean rum soaked sugar cookie." She smiled lightly, trying to encourage him to come. "It's going to be fun. You deserve a little time off. Who knows, you might even enjoy it."

[Goldie]

Mar 25, 2013 20:25:11 GMT -7 Goldie said:

Lark bounced in her seat, excitement radiating off of the young woman as they got closer to their destination of Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility. The young French Canadian had just started her career in the racing world, though she had been riding for many years. Lark squeaked with excitement as Cross came into view. She ignored the look her older sister, Companion, shot her from the driver's side seat.
"Calm down." Companion's soft voice said, the tone stern.
"You aren't the boss of me. Aren't you even the least bit excited to be here? Away from Mother and Father? And Uncle Larry." Lark's nose wrinkled. She did miss her parents, kind and loving father, sweet and sneaky Grandma Petal. Though she didn't miss her stern and bossy mother.
Companion nodded, though the movement seemed forced. "I am excited, but I can control my emotions unlike you. You are acting like a fritzy schoolgirl. I swear if you don't sit down and act like a young lady I will-" she didn't finish her sentence because the unruly Lark had taken the opportunity of the slowing car to unlock her door and get out. She stumbled some but otherwise stayed up strait. She smirked and did a sarcastic curtsie to her sister who had a mean look on her face. Companion parked the small silver car while Lark looked around for their horses which had arrived a few days earlier. "Frenchie! There you are baby!" she said with a thankful sigh as she spotted her energetic TB in the pasture. "Miss Scarlet is here too." she said to Companion as her sister came to stand beside her, pointing to the bloodred chestnut mare resting in the shade of a tree.

[Here you go Horsie :3]