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Post by Cloudy on Mar 17, 2013 19:08:04 GMT -7
"Signor is Italian for 'sir'," Cyn huffed, "and I'm aware you're Russian. I don't know the Russian word for 'sir' and honestly, I probably couldn't say it properly if I tried." She grinned suddenly. She laughed, the soft sound enveloped the small stall which they stood next to. "But, hey, I'm the Queen of Sass." The corner of her mouth curled into a smirk and she crossed her arms across her chest. She shifted her weight to one side, causing her right hip to rise above her left, giving her that classic look.
[Sorry, short >.< Words are hard.]
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Post by Horse on Mar 17, 2013 19:09:31 GMT -7
Sadie continued to stare at the ground, studying the patterns in the dirt, asphalt, and the clumps of drying grass that had sprung up between the cracks. As he spoke, she seemed to deflate. Any whisper of confidence that she had faked was gone now, and she again, seemed so confused. Her shoulders were slumped, back curved, and head bowed. All of this was in slight, but it was clear she was terrified, and this fear really hadn't lessened, if not worsened, over the past few months. After he was done speaking, she dared to look up, forehead creased.
Sadie hesitated for a moment, staring at him with her mouth open, as if she were trying to talk and no noise was coming out. After a moment, she cleared her throat and nodded. "I just... I don't know. I am so confused on what I want, what I should do. I really, I really want to get back into racing, but what is the cost going to be? What if something else happens? I don't want to-" Her voice broke off for a moment, she took a heartbeat to regain her composure. "I don't want things to happen again. I don't... But I don't want to give up everything. I don't know what to do." She finally spoke, her voice quiet, vulnerable, and half-broken.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 17, 2013 19:10:34 GMT -7
Ever laughed softly,"You like mayo? Why are we friends?"she teased right back. It was so easy to fall back into their routine of their usual teasing, it was like he had always been there. Miguel truly was her best friend. "Ham, please. Who in their right mind wants just a mustard and cheese sandwich. Ewwwy."her nose wrinkled,"Man, I missed you, Miggy."she grinned when she said Miggy.
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Post by Story on Mar 17, 2013 19:14:03 GMT -7
Adam let out a soft sigh, pulling her into his arms once more. "Hey, babe, listen to me. Just take the time off, no pressure. Let me train LuLu and you see what you want to do, okay? Everyone heals at different times, physically and psychologically, right? You might just be a little slooow," Adam spoke the last sentence almost teasingly, but the concern in his eyes said it wasn't a malicious intent. "I just want you to be happy with whatever you choose to do, alright?" He brushed his free hand absently into his pocket before his expression smoothed out abruptly and he relaxed. "I'm here for you, no matter what.
"I speak only bit of English and Russian, of course," Sasha said, though this was rather obvious at this point. His English was imperfect, but he could converse properly. For some reason, when he was angry, he tended to speak the English almost perfectly, that or he was reduced to Russian ranting. In any case, the young man was surprised by Cyn's sudden shift in mood. "You're odd."
"Keep calling me Miggy and you'll wind up with mayo and ketchup on your sandwich," Miguel warned, eyes bright with laughter. The jockey let out a quiet laugh as he squirted mustard on a third piece of bread, beginning on sassy Ever's sandwich. "So bossy and mean. I might cry my poor little eyes out."
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Post by Cloudy on Mar 17, 2013 19:20:42 GMT -7
Cyn shrugged. "What fun is there in being normal?" she responded, leaning against Nightmare's neck. The horse gave a sleepy sigh, cocking his right back hoof. The colt allowed his blue eyes to close as he listened to Sasha and Cyn exchange witticisms and battle it out.
Meriadoc was similar in his action, although he stood up and plodded towards the Russian. The golden retriever tilted his head, watching Sasha curiously, his warm brown eyes intent as he looked at the jockey. Cyn's right hand groped at the air as she searched for Merry, and the golden retriever relented in his stare-down of Sasha and padded back towards Cyn. He sank to his haunches at her leg, nosing her palm lightly. She seemed to visibly relax when she was able to curl her fingers around his soft fur; Merry had been by her side too many times to count. He was her safety blanket, so to speak - her eyes.
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Post by Horse on Mar 17, 2013 19:22:34 GMT -7
Sadie leaned heavily into him, arms wrapping around his neck as she buried her face into his chest once more, eyes closing and arms tightening ever so slightly. She sighed, nodding against him when he spoke. The corner of her mouth twitched faintly at the vibration of him speaking against her face, and she pulled back, eyes just a bit lighter. She nodded once more, her bangs falling into her eyes, but she didn't bother to push them back and behind her ear. "Okay..." Hopefully I figure this crap out. She added mentally after. Her forehead creased for a moment, and her eyebrow raised at the almost teasing part, but then again, she smiled gratefully that he was there for her. "What would I do without you?" She didn't know what she would do without him. She leaned up to kiss his cheek gently, lingering for a few moments before she noticed, one, him sticking his hand into his pocket, his expression smoothing, and him relaxing. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she somehow rationalized it had something to do with whatever was in his pocket. "What?" She asked tentatively.
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Post by Spotify on Mar 17, 2013 19:28:39 GMT -7
Ever hopped down off the counter, her arms folded over her chest," Mr. Mendoza! Are you threatening me, Ever? You do know what your about to get yourself don't you?"she teased, her eyes bright with unshed laughter. She reached around him took the ketchup from the fridge. She uncapped it and than did the unthinkable. She squirted it all over his shirt. With a satisfied smile, she stepped back to observe her work, a devious smile on her face. Yup, crazy Ever was still there.
She took up her perch once more and anxiously awaited her sandwich. She was hungry and wanted that stinking food. A soft grumble escaped her stomach, she hadn't ate in at least few days. Her blue eyes shined bright as she looked at Miguel standing there in his ketchup covered shirt. Boy was she in trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 19:51:53 GMT -7
A big black truck drove up the lane towards the stable. The truck was raised and had a black horse trailer attached to it. It pulled up near the stable and parked. The door opened and a young beautiful woman at the age of 18 with long blonde hair, mystifying blue eyes and a slim and muscular tanned body. She was around the average height if not taller and she wore blue faded jeans, riding boots and a tank top. She glanced around before going to the back of her trailer, letting the ramp down and entering it.
The girl then walked out from the trailer with a silver buckskin 3 year old Thoroughbred filly. The filly was beautiful and pretty muscular. She had long legs and pretty blue eyes. The filly nickered softly and glanced around, swishing her tail. She held her head high and snorted, she looked quite elegant and beautiful, but her eyes held a mean look. On the other side of Stacy stood a kinda small, yet muscular looking palomino colt, around the age of 2 months. The young colt stood extremely close to Stacy, brushing against her as they walked towards the stable. He didn't need a lead rope on for Stacy knew the young colt wouldn't leave her side.
"Hello?" Stacy called into the stable as she entered with her two horses. She glanced around, hoping to find the owner or even a worker, she just wanted to find someone.
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Post by Goldie on Mar 17, 2013 20:09:37 GMT -7
Zoey was peeping on her Uncle Addy and Aunt Sadie, a worn looking palimino plushy horse in her hand. She was a cute little girl at the age of three. Her mother had dressed her in a light blue shirt and jean shorts, pink flip flops holding onto her feet while she pushed back her messy blondish red curls from her lightly freckled face.
Ethan was brushing Flourish, the mare's belly swollen with foal. She grunted quietly as Ethan slowly brushed over the mare's round abdomen, trying to help her relax. She was still a month or so away from delivering, but was quite big despite that fact. Her small frame didn't help when carrying foals and it often ment she had to have some help foaling. It was worth it though, seeing the pretty babies she cared for so much. Her first colt, This Time It Counts, was currently a racer up in Georgia where he had won a few blue ribbons and a trophy or two.
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Post by Story on Mar 17, 2013 20:27:57 GMT -7
Adam grinned smugly and shook his head back and forth. "Nothing that you need worry about, love. And anyway, we have an audience..." He was keener than he thought and nodded toward a small pair of pink flip flops that could just be seen. "Oh, Zoey, you can come out." He called out gently. As always, his face gradually morphed into a look of affection. It was clear that Zoey had him wrapped around her finger. "Come see Aunt Sadie. Give her a big squeeze with me!" He gently disentangled himself from Sadie's arms, ready to stoop and pick Zoey up so she could be included in a hug.
"Ever! What did you do that for?" Miguel cried out, surveying his ruined white t-shirt. "I hope you're planning in replacing my shirt with one just as white and soft as this one!" He wasn't truly upset but hoped to convince her that he was. Cheeky little dork.
"Do I know you?" Alexander stared closely at the newcomer, seeing her and realizing she was a tad younger than himself. Maybe three, four years at most. She was accompanied by two brilliant looking horses. The palomino reminded him of Gallant Marines and he prayed the horse was nicer than the stallion known to bite and kick at anyone he saw fit.
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