Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[Spotify]

I got Mia and Hope.

[Cloudy]

you can pick

[stellaluna]

Sutton wore a loose, light brown sweater with dark chocolate colored moose stitched on the front; dark brown leggings and tan dock styled shoes; and nothing warmer. She was Canadian; French Canadian, to be exact. The cold didn't bother her. Nor did many things. She couldn't really care less about most people or the things that they did. It wasn't that she viewed herself as better than everyone, she just didn't really seem to mind what people thought of her, or what she thought of them. The female's wispy, clearly unbrushed light honey-blond hair was tucked carelessly behind her shoulders so it fell to her mid-back. Her face was clean and fresh; she wasn't really one for makeup, after all. Unless she felt like it. In which case, she would wear it now and then. Her greenish-brown eyes were framed with dark lashes and dark eyebrows, a slight contrast to her lighter hair. Sutton was a careless kind of pretty. Not beautiful, not hot, but the kind of person that was just attractive in the way they didn't seem to care but they were pretty all the same.

The female tucked her pale hands into her sleeves as she leaned an arm against the worn wooden wall of the stables. The lights were dimmed down, giving the place a warm, dark kind of feeling. She liked the sound of the horses eating and drinking in peace, the smell of fresh cut hay and the saddle soap scrubbed against leather time and time again. If she wanted, she could have been a jockey. She needed the money. But Sutton wasn't really one for the thrill of the limelight, even if she had the talent somewhere inside of her. She was a born athlete, and she was tough, coming from a family of hockey players. But that's what they were: hockey players. Not jockeys, not horse people. And besides, she'd grown up watching her older brothers in the limelight. Watched them make mistakes because of it. Didn't want to make the same mistakes. She loved hockey, loved the emotion, loved the sound of skates and sticks on ice. But she didn't love what came with it. The nights when her brothers wouldn't come home. Out drinking. With a different girl each time. She didn't like the people, how they acted. Growing up with that, she learned to just not like people in general. The mistakes they made were stupid, a lot of the time. Avoidable. The accident her closest brother died in? Avoidable. If he wouldn't have been drinking, he would have been fine.

Sutton didn't like being the center of attention, and she didn't want the glitz and the glamour of horse racing. It was too much like hockey behind the scenes. She just wanted to care for the horses, to have a part in something, but not a major part. She wasn't changing lives, or makings herself something. And that was exactly what she wanted and needed.

[Leo]

<sub>"No. Fuck, I just-"

"Get out. Get out, Collin. Now.,"

"But..."

"Just go!"

The nineteen year-old boy's eyes grew wide at the risen voice. He took a few cautious steps back, staring at the floor, shame written heavy on his face. Finally, he turned, heading out the isolated room. Hurriedly, the lean figure ran down the hallway. The front door heavily slammed, and Collin left; for good.


"Yeah, yeah. It's nice over here. I think it's good for me, to get a fresh start..." Collin answered to the person speaking on the phone with him. "I'm just heading to this stables, I've gotten a job there. They've offered me to bunk there but..." he trailed off as the person spoke, "well I don't know. It would be cheaper to just stay there, I suppose..." he sighed, glancing off along the trees aside the highway. Then his gaze went back to the roads and he slammed his brakes suddenly, barely missing the car's bumper in front of him. "Crap. I should go, before I kill myself," he chortled along with the sniggering on the other side of the line. Then he ended the call, glancing in his rear view mirror at the leather backseat of his car at his many suitcases. "Fresh start." he muttered to himself.

Taking a sharp turn onto the dirt back roads, he picked up the speed a bit since there was no need to go slow with no other cars around. A few miles in and he saw a small civilization in the trees. The sign said it all, and he made one last turn. His car grunted as the wheels rolled along, pulling into the parking lot. Collin wasted no time as he cut off his engine and pulled his keys out, reassuring himself this was a good idea.

"No point in wasting time," he thought to himself as he pulled on his shades and shoved his keys into his pocket. The male headed towards the nearest person in sight, one eyebrow raised higher and lips tilted slightly up in the corner, hands in pockets.</sub>

[stellaluna]

I LIVE NEXT TO CANADA BUT IM NOT CANADIAN

ahahahaha that's awesome though

CAJUN LIKE THE FOOD THATS MY FAV FOOD

[stellaluna]

ohhhhh I gotchaa
THATS MY FAV FOOD OMG

[Leo]

I was thinking Cajun French I think

idek you know look at me I don't even know I'm trying to be smart
Google will help me

[stellaluna]

Google always helps me hahaha it's ok

Do u want me to reply cuz I can

[Horse]

I want the new site D: My OCD about this place is flaring up.

[Leo]

yeah you were right I'm dumb blah

but yeah I'm Cajun yay