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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2015 0:38:31 GMT
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A creased jacket, over a crumpled shirt, messily tucked into black suit pants was what Chase chose to wear to the track today. It was less of a choice and more of a last minute thing. Whilst he was less sleep deprived than his last visit to the track, he still was yet to make it home to his own bed, to his own closet. The clothes he now wore had spent the night hanging off furniture or thrown in a heap on the floor. Even his shoes hadn't made it out unscarred, they sported new scuffs along the sticky beer soaked sides. Said shoes touched the pristine path as he slipped out of a taxi. Thanking the driver and slipping him some money he strode down the path that wound towards the track. He knew he would be too late to see his colt before he was taken out of his stall, they were no doubt already on him.
Settling along the rail Chase shrugged out of his suit jacket and hung it in front of him. His purple shirt with a missing button seemed as out of place here as he felt. He had known this world since he was old enough to walk. He had spent years at tracks exactly like this one all over the world. But never alone, never without an army of owners, trainers and family. They knew this game better than he could ever imagine to. He was just a child playing a game he didn't understand. Yet he couldn't help but smile as a bay colt the only horse out there rounding the corner nearest to him. Only out for a breeze today and he still looked magnificent. He couldn't wait to see what his horse was actually made of in it's maiden run that was approaching soon.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 5:34:30 GMT
 486 words for @chasehastings notes: short is sweet  STRIVING FOR THAT PERFECTION
Liam Scott ran a weathered hand over his week old beard. He'd gotten lazy it seemed, but then when you were one of the head trainers and owners of the only thoroughbred barn in the area it made for a busy and hectic life...not that he was complaining. The barns were filling up with more and more boarders and competitors and it was a rewarding thing to see people gaining interest in the sport of racing, be it flat, steeple chase or endurance. In general things were on the rise and the influx of new horses and new boarders simply meant more work...but again he was doing what he loved so it didn't seem to be a true burden besides the lack of sleep in general.
He checked his watch after walking Aaron's filly on the hot walker. He had time. He patted the filly's neck and walked her to her stall and then closing it securely. It was time to head to the track. Aaron was already ahead of him tacking up Prime Directive and he was meeting him on the track to oversee the colt's workout for the day. Prime was getting progressively better on the tracks coming in second in his last race, so progress was noted and next time their eyes would be on that winner's circle. He smiled politely and waved to the stable hands and a few of the random boarders as the tended to their own horses. He loved it when owners showed more than financial interest in their racehorses. After all, these horses weren't just running money bags, they had personalities, quirks and talents that made them each unique and special.
He took a shortcut through one barn to catch the path down to the track. He saw a few figures already working on the track, but his eyes kept scanning until they landed on Aaron as he and Prime jaunted up from the backstretch and over to the main rail. Liam sauntered over and waved at the duo. Prime Directive, his big, burly bay juvenile was a picture of perfection as he danced excitably underneath Aaron. He called out to the jockey, "Weyland! If you're done warming him up, take him handily for four furlongs." The handsome man nodded and sent the colt into action with natural, easy motion as Liam sauntered over to the rail to watch and then he noticed a newer face. His brow quirked in question, but followed the man's gaze at it locked onto another bay thoroughbred being worked. Must be a newbie. He didn't place the face, but it was obvious the man had some reason for being here...and Liam was if anything...polite as he nodded in the other man's direction to address him. "You new here? My name's Liam Scott. You own one of these?" He gestured in general to the working thoroughbreds.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2015 8:36:19 GMT
[style=width:400px; border:solid 5px #25141f;] [/style][style= width:400px; border:solid 5px #25141f; font-family:garamond; font-size:35px;background-color:#25141f; color:#D1CAC8;] Hotel to hotel, city to city[/style][style=width:400px; border:solid 5px #25141f; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; background-color:#25141f; color:#D1CAC8; letter-spacing:1px;]THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP[/style][style=width:400px; border:solid 5px #321b2a; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; background-color:#321b2a; color:#D1CAC8; text-align:justify;]
A man with facial head came to stand beside him nodding in a silent greeting. With a returned upwards nod Chase dragged his gaze away from the track for a second to look him over. He had facial hair and eyes that hinted at responsibility. He was not a rider or a owner, his clothes would have Chase peg him as a trainer but it was the eyes, the way his gaze took in everything. Including Chase and his colt that suggested he was something more. Then he spoke, it was not the words of someone who was simply a trainer or even an owner, he was everything. Instantly Chase was envious, the wealth of knowledge this man must have and he didn't look much older than Chase himself.
It was in meeting or being surrounded by those greater than himself that Chase really came into his own. The few times he was capable of acting his age and sounding like the businessman he was. There was nothing he liked more than knowledge, knowledge of any kind was a power that he knew better than most how to use. He had made a fortune of that principle alone.
"You new here? My name's Liam Scott. You own one of these?"
" That bay out there is mine, least he is for now. Ask me again after his maiden run." Unsure if his humour was understood this far from home Chase let out a small chuckle. " I am actually on the hunt for a trainer, instinct tells me you are the man I should be talking to." Reaching his hand out for a hand shake he finally turned his attention away from the track and at the man beside him. " I am Chase, I have to apologise. I am not usually one to come into a new place not knowing faces and names." He found it one of the highest marks of disrespect to not know an owners name or face, in his world peoples of importance didn't need to introduce themselves or explain their title. Here he was asking someone to do exactly that.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 5:09:03 GMT
561 words for @chasehastings notes: fwends :3 STRIVING FOR THAT PERFECTION
He smile in good nature at the man and shrugged off his apology. He was never the kind of man that liked to be the center of attention or had the need for people to remember him, now his race horses were another thing entirely. He could care less if people remembered who he was, but each horse he trained he wanted to make a lasting impact on the tracks...to leave a mark.
He was pleased with what the Rose Park Stable string had accomplished so far since he'd decided to purchase the barn. The barn was thriving with more and more boarders coming in every week. There was a racehorse fever seeping through the population here and it was contagious and good for business. That being said, he was working ridiculous hours. He was up by 4am every morning and coming home to his quaint log cabin at 8pm in the evening on a regular basis with Sundays generally being the only day he took off and that was only when there wasn't a race meet that weekend. He was tired and lived off of coffee, but he honestly wouldn't change this life for any other. Thoroughbreds, racing thoroughbreds were his life and he knew them and knew them well. Horses were a heck of a lot easier to deal with than people. They told you straight up what was going on and didn't often try to pull the kind of bullshit that people would...yes horses were simpler and people a necessary evil in his world. It was after all the boarders who helped to pay to keep his barn doors open.
The business man seemed kind enough and genuinely interested in the goings on here. He even laughed at the man's joke. He could remember back to his own first racehorse and having the exact same thoughts. Everyone knew racehorses weren't cheap and you either had obscene amounts of money to blow or you had to have a winner on your hands. It was always a rough go when starting out and most people quit and threw in the towel, but for those willing to learn and grow horse racing could be a very profitable and enjoyable business. He was living proof of that. " I am Chase, I have to apologize. I am not usually one to come into a new place not knowing faces and names." He smiled at Chase then. He was perfectly fine with this man treating him like any run of the mill trainer, in fact he preferred it that way. He smiled further and felt himself relaxing. He could just be Liam the trainer with this man, not just Liam Scott the owner & lead trainer of the area.
"No need to apologize Chase. Pleasure to meet you. I am one of the trainers here in the area..." it wasn't a lie. He knew it would be only a matter of time before there was revealed to be more about him, but he'd enjoy these few moments of normality with Chase. His eyes trained on Chase's horse and nodded as he studied the colt. "He looks like a solid colt. What are his lines?" he asked in curiosity. If there was a topic he could ever talk about with a human being it was talking about thoroughbreds.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2015 3:40:59 GMT
City to City THERE'S NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THE HOURS I KEEP.
Raising an eyebrow at the mention of being a trainer Chase turned his attention back to the track briefly. He had assumed something beyond a trainer, not that being a trainer was anything to scoff at. He himself could only wish he had the training and skills to understand the work these guys did. It was just that the man seemed to have a naturally confident air, as if he knew the track before him as well as he did his own home. Something else that Chase found himself envying. " I am in the market for a trainer actually." Without taking his eyes off the colt he rattled off what little he knew of his pedigree. " He comes from the east coast from Drama Over Easy out of a broodmare with an impressive foal record. Honestly my hopes are lying in the horses I can buy down here, this guy was purchased for me before I arrived in America. I am looking to extend my knowledge of the current field here before expanding."
The colt was being brought up by his rider, letting him cool off down the far end and it brought Chase off the rail with his attention focused on the trainer beside him. He seemed laid back and relaxed enough. Normal by comparison to those he had come across so far. He was in need of a friend or two, someone to kick back with between meetings and phone calls. Then again he knew better than to mix business with pleasure. Time would tell no doubt.
" Honestly this is a reasonably new world for me. Without the army of consultants, brokers and trainers at my beck and call I find that I am woefully ignorant to the whole thing. Looking to get more involved in the sport if that is possible I guess." Honesty was a common theme with Chase, perhaps not in business but when it came to his past times, he would rather spend as little time dancing around as possible. Loosening his tie he relaxed against the rail, his demeanour subtly changing as he relaxed into the conversation. It had been a long time since he had gotten to talk horses. He knew enough to get by for now and hoped with every new acquaintance he would learn a little bit more.
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