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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2015 3:05:00 GMT
 What the hell was he doing here? Weren't horses kind of a girly kind of thing? Okay maybe that was a bit sexist, eh. Even though he was from Texas, apparently a state where there was supposed to be a horse pulling a carriage around every corner, he had never been all that horse-savvy.
Nonetheless, that did not stop him from wearing a brown cowboy hat on his head, and he was fully dressed in his work attire for he had just gotten off work. "I hope that was a good waste of seven hundred and fifty dollars." He huffed as he stepped out of his truck. He didn't have a horse trailer of his own so he had to pay someone an extra two hundred dollars just to get the damn horse to this place. What was it called? Regale something.
This didn't even include the fact that it costed an extra two hundred dollars just to take a horse from one place to another, practically ten miles away from the animal shelter. He casually sat on the tailgate of his truck, waiting with quiet patience before he finally heard the loud roaring motor of a diesel truck as it pulled up into the driveway, its tires crunching on the gravel.
Soon enough he got down from the tailgate of his truck, lifting the tailgate up and slamming it closed before walking over towards the truck where he watched as the fat, short man scurried to the back of the trailer, dropping the gate and leading the painted mare out who looked about, interested in her surroundings. "Thanks." He spoke with a gruff tone as he took hold of the mare's lead rope, ignoring the fact that the stubby man was probably awaiting some kind of tip.
Too bad, he was late so no tip for him. The mare, Lily was her name, apparently she had some fancy registered name but he had long since forgotten what the hell that had been. It was something complicated and way too long for him to take note of. "So, what am I supposed to do with you?" He asked in a gruff voice, a deep southern accent although the mare only nibbled on the man's shoulder affectionately, not understanding a single word of what he had said. "Good enough." Was that a crack of a smile on his lips? The man said nothing more as he walked the horse into the barn aisle, looking for the stall numbered 22 which his mare would call home. NOTES ;
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2015 5:27:47 GMT
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:400"][newclass=.gContainer]width:100px;padding:10px;position:relative;font-family:century gothic;font-weight:100;font-size:10pt;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.gContainer .gbox]vertical-align:middle;cursor:crosshair;width:110px;height:22px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:7px;font-size:8pt;line-height:11px;position:absolute;color:#32CD99;left: 0px; top:0;background-color:#595959;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out;transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.gContainer:hover .gbox]opacity:1;[/newclass] I KNOW THAT I'LL BE LEAVING SOON MY EYES ARE ON YOU and I CAN'T STOP SHAKING
She was in a great mood and it was made apparent by the brilliance of the sun shining strongly down upon her immediate area. Things had been settling in perfect for her new life here outside of L.A. Sure, it wasn't Texas, but it was within the United States and that was a vast improvement. Granted, it wasn't to say she hadn't enjoyed her time away, but there was something about coming back to your roots...well at least closer to them than Paris, France had been. California was just the perfect place to re-enter into the States. She had Benny and she'd shipped Bounty over with her, a steady job and elementary kids that loved her. Her life was looking up and she felt the silver lining of her life as an almost tangible thing as she parked her truck and casually exited the cab. She stretched briefly, arms reaching to the sky as she rolled her shoulders and locked her truck as she walked over to the barns where Bounty was boarded.
She paused to see a man leading a mare into the barn. He looked a bit severe in her opinion, but that wasn't her concern...she was here to see Bounty. The Dutch Warmblood colt was her pride and joy, always high energy and eager to please, he needed a lot of work to keep from tearing apart his stall, but she always loved the excuse to come to the barn and ride. She shadowed the man as he led his striking colored filly into the barn. It was that awkward moment when you're following, but not trying too as she paced in their shadow on her way to Bounty's stall.
How convenient that his stall was so close to this stranger's and his filly. Bounty's head lunged out over the stall door and released a piercing shrill in greeting to both Deli and the filly across the way. "Way to be a typical man Bounty," she chided the colt as she rubbed the colt's face in greeting and threw an apologetic glance over her shoulder as she held onto Bounty's head. "Sorry about your ear drums, Bounty has a thing for the ladies." She teased good naturedly as she patted the energetic colt's head before slipping into his stall, grabbing the lead rope hanging outside his stall door. She clipped the lead on and opened the stall door, leading the statuesque warmblood into the barn aisle. She threw another glance in the stranger's direction as she led Bounty down a ways to the cross-ties that were out of the way, but still within the line of sight of the newbie.
"Looks like Bounty's choice in the ladies hasn't faltered. She's beautiful. You guys new here?" she asked casually as she grabbed a nearby grooming bucket and began to curry-comb her colt, casually continuing to look at the man and his multicolored mare. She studied the man discreetly as she moved about with an easy grace. He definitely wasn't a man in his twenties, of that she was certain. There was a certain seriousness and a maturity about the man. The slight smile he'd had on his face almost looked unnatural on his stern featured face. There were no laugh lines or smile wrinkles on his face, but she could clearly see the creases in his forehead. She wondered what had happened in his life or what hadn't happened in his life to increase the moments of bliss in his life. She hadn't had many pleasant experience growing up, she hadn't had a lot of reasons to be happy under her father's oppression, but that was no more. She was free and she was going to take advantage of every moment of happiness she could. It looked like he could use some of her own medicine.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 5:26:29 GMT
Chasing dreams till we reach them. It's what we were meant to do.  tag:@delilahhenson @rick notes words: idk
Vivienne couldnt help but feel annoyed with herself for a brief second, thinking she had a problem. But, she was the co-owner. People wouldn't think twice if she had multiple horses, but her conscious did. Yet, this had always been her dream, to have a stable full of horses, a stable full of champions. It had all started with Leo, her oldenburg stallion, who she hoped was on his way to becoming a champion, but otherwise she could retire him out to stud fulltime. She was a busy person these days, co-owning a stable was a lot of work, and the place had a lot of boarders. Lets not forget that Madelynn had left on maternity leave, and Vivienne was managing a whole stable. It gave her less time to spend with her horses, but she always somehow managed to find time. And, the essence of time was very important to her. She didn't get many days off, and those days were spent with friends, mostly Archer, as she didn't feel comfortable about leaving him alone to fend for himself.. He was grieving.
She had found enough time to bring Gloria out of her stall and work the mare, Vivienne was working to get the mare back in showing shape. The mare had eleven months off, giving birth to a lovely foal, and months later Vivienne had to wean the filly from its mother. Pregnancy had made the mare slighly overweight, despite the exercise during the pregnancy. She had taken the mare out today for a warm up, deciding she didn't want to overwork the mare, and would start out with the simple stuff at the start. She had saddled the mare with ease, not really surprised by that though, Gloria was a well behaved mare. She had taken the mare into the dressage arena, Vivienne wasn't ready to jump and neither was Gloria, she had practiced simple dressage movements. She noticed the arrival of a truck and trailer, and that was when Vivienne decided that she was finished, concluding she would work again with the mare soon.
She slid off the mare with ease, taking the reins in her hand and heading towards the barn. There was a newcomer at the place, the new boarder she assumed, but it wouldn't be professional of her to ignore him. She wasn't in the mood to be professional, but it was part of her job, and Maddy was currently away on maternity leave. She entered the barn, noticing that there was a man and a painted horse, she figured he was the newcomer, she never seen him before. There was another person in the barn, a female, with a beautiful warmblood colt. She questioned for a few seconds why he was in this area, finding it strange, thinking all colts and stallions to be placed in the stallion barn. But, then again, the colt could be gelded or something. Otherwise she would have to look into this, but right now she had to focus on the new boarder. She couldn't quite figure out what type of man he was, he seemed to be one of those work obsessed people, but she could be wrong.
Vivienne forced a proffessional smile on her face, making sure that her stature was calm, even with the sixteen hand palomino mare starting to get ansy beside her. She had to stay professional, this was in all sense of the word, her work place. "Hello." She smiled at the man, but made sure the woman didn't feel disincluded. "Are you the new boarder?" Well, obviously. But, it was never safe to assume things so she asked anyways. "I'm Vivienne Hughes, the co-owner."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2015 16:46:44 GMT
It was apparent that he knew next to nothing when it came down to horses. That fact came as quite surprising as Rick was a Texas man right down to the marrow of his bones, and the oxygen in his blood. Somewhere along the line he missed the bandwagon on horse savvy. Oh well, now was as good a time as ever. However, it would seem that he found himself at an English stable aside from a Western stable.
All he had done was call and ask to apply for boarding he didn't even take into note that there was probably specific barns each horse was assigned to be stalled in, oh well. "Hm? Oh, good mornin'. Yes, I'm afraid so, new to the stable and new to the city as well." He responded in a deep southern drawl as he adjusted the nylon lead in his hand that was attached to the painted mare's halter.
The mare stretched out her muzzle, snorting and pawing at the floor as she tried to get a closer look at the colt that was evidently owned by the woman. It would seem that he and his mare would get more attention than he would have preferred as another woman popped out from seemingly nowhere. "Yes, I'm Rick Hakesley, the county sheriff and well, apparently the new boarder here. A pleasure to meet you." He looked uncomfortable stringing so many words into one sentence, after all he was a man that didn't value speaking so many things. He preferred to keep to himself and be hunched over a desk full of papers and books for hours on end.
The warmblood cross equine stamped her hooves impatiently once she realized that she would continue to be denied access to the handsome colt that practically called her name, at least in her mind. Instead, Lily settled for the blond woman who owned the colt, dragging her mouth across the woman's arm. "Apologies, I have not yet gotten acquainted with my horse. First time horse owner." He spoke quietly as he looked from one woman to the other, okay let's be honest here, Rick wasn't exactly a fan of being the center of attention. Maybe he was shy, or just socially awkward, maybe a little bit of both. Regardless, the man somehow found a way to make one hell of a sheriff who asserted his authority when need be. 420 words| @delilahhenson & @viviennehughes | ^-^ |
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 0:48:46 GMT
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:400"][newclass=.gContainer]width:100px;padding:10px;position:relative;font-family:century gothic;font-weight:100;font-size:10pt;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-transform:uppercase;[/newclass][newclass=.gContainer .gbox]vertical-align:middle;cursor:crosshair;width:110px;height:22px;overflow:auto;padding:5px;padding-top:7px;font-size:8pt;line-height:11px;position:absolute;color:#32CD99;left: 0px; top:0;background-color:#595959;opacity:0;-webkit-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out; -moz-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out; -o-transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out;transition: 0.5s all ease-in-out;[/newclass][newclass=.gContainer:hover .gbox]opacity:1;[/newclass] I KNOW THAT I'LL BE LEAVING SOON MY EYES ARE ON YOU and I CAN'T STOP SHAKING
She smiled at his southern drawl and immediately felt a pang of pain in her gut. She missed Texas and being a Houston native herself she had a sneaky suspicion he might be from a similar region. She had just been about to ask him when she paused to see the co-owner waltz in. She cringed inwardly and turned away from the woman back to Bounty to finish grooming him. She wasn't stupid, she knew Bounty was a colt, but when she'd arrived his stall hadn't been ready and so he'd taken one on the end of the mare/filly barn. She saw the look the woman gave her, assessing her to be in the wrong and then dismissing her, not entirely, to address the new guy. She turned and rolled her eyes and quickly threw the curry comb into the bucket and grabbed his tack and gear while he was cross-tied, skirting around the pair in a certain nonchalance. She wasn't offended in the least, but she wasn't really wanting to deal with logistics today. Besides, she sneaked a glance at the man who did not seem to be enjoying the attention, she smirked, the least she could do is make it one less person to impress as she sauntered to the tack room where her stuff was.
She wasn't going to intrude here and she'd let the woman think whatever she wanted about her and Bounty being in here. She hefted the saddle and tack and shuffled with it down the hall and plopped it onto the nearby saddle rack in a huff. Bounty snorted and tossed his head, distracted from the filly by the ruckus his owner was making as he turned his head to sniff her briefly. Seeing the tack he huffed and returned his attentions to the filly across the way and nickered. Delilah rolled her eyes, but didn't say anything as she eavesdropped on the conversation.
She tried to school her features to that of impassivity, but felt her body stiffen as he declared himself to be the county Sheriff. She had nothing to hide. She had done nothing wrong, but in her own personal experience where her family was concerned, the law was best avoided. She sighed, too bad, it would have been nice to have a fellow Texan to reminisce with. She could be polite, but anything more now just seemed like too much of a risk. Such was the price and the cost of being a Henson it seemed. It was a tainted name. She had even thought about legally getting her named changed when she'd fled the States, but hadn't. She just couldn't seem to go through with it whenever she tried. It was the only tie she had to her family, as messed up as they were, they were still her family and she still loved them in all their messed up dysfunctional lives. She both missed and resented her brother and it could leave even the most forgiving person feel twisted up and confused on the inside. She took Bounty's saddle and hefted it again to cinch the saddle. The colt attempted without fail to suck in his gut, but she rolled her eyes and cinched the girth properly regardless. "Nice Try boy.." She mumbled to the colt and then placed his bridle on over her halter, feeding him the bit, cinching it and slipping off the halter from underneath. She un-clipped the cross ties from the halter, holding the reins for her mount and paused waiting to lead Bounty away, to be sure the boss lady and her mare weren't moving. She smile politely at them both and drawled softly a question, MM, Sorry to interrupt, but excuse me while I lead Bounty here out for a workout. You going this way? She looked at Vivenne to ensure that the cost was clear for her and Bounty. She smile apologetically at the man called Rick, she felt like she was saying goodbye as quickly as they were saying hello...but that was for the best she decided....It never worked to get cozy with the law, not with her family history.
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