Cross Thoroughbred Racing Facility

[stellaluna]

Sutton glanced up at the sound of an engine, her eyebrows twisting up slightly as she scanned her surroundings. Sure enough, a car had indeed arrived. The female wrinkled her nose and glanced away once more. It wasn't of her concern, really. She chewed on her lower lip out of habit, eyes focused back on a dark bay horse. The mare was much larger than her, 17 hands compared to her 5'2 stature. Sutton played with a piece of hay that had stuck to her sweater almost absentmindedly, bored out of her mind even though she wouldn't admit it. There wasn't much to do around here if you didn't have your own horses, so it seemed. Not even as a groom. Most of the jockeys and trainers appeared to care for their own horses, much to her annoyance. What was there to do at all? Sure, she did not want a hectic life, but calm wasn't doing nothing, in her opinion.

When she heard footsteps approaching, she turned around, not reluctantly at all. Sutton's dark gaze raked the male over once, an arm tucked across her middle. She didn't really care to strike a conversation with a stranger, because in her experience it had always resulted in trouble, but what did she have to lose? Nothing, really. The female cleared her throat, before parting her lips slightly, pausing. "Can I help you?" she said, voice breezy, but almost too breezy. Not as cool and confident as she'd meant it to come across as.

[Amber]

K, Devin and Hope? Who wants to rp with Keely?

[stellaluna]

I have xavier!

[Spotify]

Okie dokie. You start!

[Leo]

<sub>Collin inclined his head, neck craned to better look down at her from his six foot stature. His lips were parted now in an egotistical half smile that brightened and screwed his face up. It faded into a smirk but remained in tact, "I'm new," he simply replied, hazel eyes searching her face before he glanced around. Observing the grounds of the facility, he took the sights into his green-brown gaze, printing them in his memory, etching them in the crevices of his brain. It's suitable, he told himself in the back of his mind, before returning his eyes to the rightful beholder, giving her his full attention after his little examination of only part of the place he would call home from now on.

Jordan's six foot four framed stood in the middle of the indoor arena, eyes glad to be relieved of strain from the sun. His broad hands held the lead of a leanly muscled thoroughbred, the horse's ears forward and then back and then flicking ever which way. The chestnut nosed him impatiently; head thrown around, nostrils flared, and lower lip quivering in anticipation. "Take him through his paces," the trainer nodded to the short jockey at the horse's hip. He helped her up onto the saddle and then gave Wizard of Oz's noses soft rub. Then he disbanded himself from the two, handing the female the reins. Her dirty blonde ponytail swished as she asked Ozzy for a trot, leaving Jordan to watch off to the side, greenish blue eyes observing closely.</sub>

[Spotify]

Brb. Shower.

[Horse]

Names for my boy?

Brayden
Ryder
Skyler
Bentley

Any other name suggestions for a rich, SOB?

[Horse]

or Baldwin?

[stellaluna]

Sutton quirked an eyebrow, tilting her chin up the opposite way so she could meet his eyes as well. "Yeah?" she answered after his gaze returned to her, certain she had his attention. "You want me to hold your hand and take you around?" The female let the question remain in the air for a long moment, before a smile broke out on her face and she laughed snidely. "Don't answer that. It's not gonna happen." She watched his reaction carefully, her lips mirroring his smirk. "You know, that was a little harsh. I'll show you around but I won't hold your hand. Let's go." Sutton turned on her heels as quick as she'd swiveled to meet him, not waiting for an answer.

[Horse]

Or Willaim???