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Tristan | HJCT | Samantha . Tristan stepped out of his office, hearing all the commotion. He was more annoyed than anything, for he was trying to make phonecalls and whatever drama was happening in the barn was ruining his professionalism. . "I sure hope to God that whatever is going on out here is in some way connected to someone dying, or so help me God," he warned, his tone filled with annoyance. When his eyes stumbled upon a girl and her 'servants,' or so they seemed, his eyes narrowed. "Who are you, and what are you doing screaming in my barn?" |
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Samantha Starr/ M: Tristan. The young woman hadn't bothered to glance up until Tristan had came right up to her,Giving a bored and unimpressed glance over him.Her face once again filled with distaste, "Samantha Starr. And you don't look like a 'Kholo' to me - unless I'm mistaken in thinking you're male?' Her eyelashes fluttered a few times,words sweet as sugar although holding a very much rude attitude.Sam's eyes ran over him once more before returning to her phone,simply not interested in him and making it clear the conversation was over. |
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Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Open Jace came back half an hour later. Dagger was now relaxed and slightly sweaty. Dagger walked next to Jace as he glanced around. He was watching a few riders and thinging to him self. Dagger nuzzled him and Jace looked at him then rubbed his neck. Jace walked into the barn and started to untack Dagger. As the saddle slipped off his back Dagger let his lips flap around slightly. Jace chuckled slightly then went and put his tack away. He came back out and rubbed Dagger. |
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Tristan | HJCT | Jace, Katrina, Sam . "I don't care who you are, or who you think you are, or who I am, that attitude won't get you anywhere your daddy's money won't cover," he replied indignantly. He felt a presence beside him and stared down at Katrina, who had come over from riding a horse. He'd seen Keenan in the barn somewhere, too, and assumed they'd gone out together. Another new rider was untacking their horse--the barn had been full of new riders as of late. He hadn't been able to keep track, couldn't even name his own lesson students besides the ones that annoyed him. . "I'll make it simple for you, pija," she said calmly but forcefully. Her tone was enough to make a few of the horses look up from their stalls. "You say something I don't like, I do something you won't like. Do you understand?" Although little, Katrina defined 'small but mighty.' She had been more effective than Tristan, a fully grown man, at intimidating a young girl. . Tristan, impressed but unwilling to show it, retreated back to his office. He was actually sort of pleased with his co-worker, and that never happened. It was like looking in a mirror. |
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Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Sam, Katrina, Tristan Jace over heard over heard some of their conversation and smirked as he listened. He glanced over at the girl who had been talking to the guy. He smiled as she looked nice, but from what he just heard she was tough. "I like her." Jace whispered to Dagger with a smile and the tall stallion bobbed his head slightly. Jace smirked and brushed Dagger down some more. Dagger tryed to get the girls attention by bobbing his head and messing around with his lips and making them make noise. Jace glanced at him as he brushed Dagger. |
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Katrina | H/J/ECT | Jace . Walking away before another word could be muttered, Katrina noticed that another student was in the barn. She'd made it a habit to get to know the kids she was training, and therefore went by his stall, standing confidently in the doorway. . "Hi, what's your name and what discipline do you ride?" Her demeanor was chillingly calm, her presentation not kind nor unkind, simply professional. She offered him an expectant smile as she looked at her clipboard, then back to him. There were still a handful of names she didn't recognize and was trying to put faces to. |
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Jace Wayland | M | 19 | Eventing | Dagger | M: Katrina Jace looked up at the girl as she spoke to him. Dagger reached out his nose to sniff her then he pulled back. He arched his neck to show he was just as tough as her. Jace smiled at the stallion and rubbed him slightly. Dagger pawed at the ground. Jace turned to the girl. "Jace Wayland, and i do eventing." Jace told her as he smiled slightly. He was fighting a smirk that was trying to creep up on his face. Dagger nuged him to help him out slightly. Jace turned to the dapple grey stallion and played with his black mane slightly. Jace stood tall and strong showing that she didn't scare him. |
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Samantha Starr / M: Tristan, Katrina The young woman seemed very much unphased by Tristan's tone,meeting his eyes with a cold and emotionless look.Her posture was dead straight,glad to be holding all the cards for attention within her first few moments at White Oak, "My attitude seems to have got me alot father than you - Teaching Kiddies always what you had wanted to do?" Her tone was playful, that voice still soft and sweet but daring.This continued as another woman appeared,Sam true to character by giving an amused and unimpressed over her.Her frosty gaze had Met Katrina's as she spoke,momentarily shocled before An icy smile spread along her lips and a small chuckle escaped her, "Is that so? With an amused eyebrow raise,she returned to her phone,waiting impatiently for her servants to move the items.She thought the screwdriver they were using made a rediculous noise,it not once slipping her mind they were moving EVERYTHING around that general area to please her. But nevertheless,the smile remained along her glossy lips,momentarily flicking her eyes around. This would be fun - and once her new trainer was here,they'd all see how much of a Starr she was.. (I couldn't not do it LMAO x3 And if someone wants to kick off because her tackroom section had messed with someone else's etc - Feel free! ) |
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Aria|W|Diablo|M: Lesson peeps The brunette watched as Savannah left and put Ruby in an empty stall she assumed wasn't being used. Making sure the cremello wouldn't get herself into any trouble, Aria moved to the tack room, staying out of the way of people frantically trying to move things. Turning to a board on the wall, she saw a list of lessons for the day and groaned when she read what was happening now. "Dressage? Why'd it have to be dressage?" Sighing, she glanced at the list of horses and her face fell as she noticed that her name was next to the name Diablo. Shaking her head, she looked around for his things. Locating them, she grabbed an English saddle, pad, and bridle, as well as his grooming kit for good measure. Finding his stall, she stopped short just as the dunalino was nudging the door open, the door he had unlatched. Pushing on his chest to back him up, she let him sniff her, before reaching into the bag to start brushing him down. She completed the task quickly, not wanting to be late, before getting the tack she had no clue how to use. She nodded to her aunt as Liz walked by with Shadow, and turned to focus on Diablo. She knew where the saddle went, and it had to be a similar cinch to a Western saddle, right? Placing it on his back, she tightened the girth like always, and nodded, satisfied that it looked ok. Taking the bridle, she placed it on his head, easily working the bit into the gelding's mouth. Opening the door, she felt him nudge her in the back and she stood still, waiting until he could be patient. Grabbing her helmet and putting it on, she led him into the arena, seeing her aunt watching the lesson. Staying to the middle, Aria mounted up, Diablo being picky about the direct rein contact. Clearly, this pair was more suited to the Western discipline, as the girl's English posture was atrocious and the gelding was bein as stubborn as a mule about the reins. |
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Noah | HJ/E | Dressage peeps . Passive aggressively, Noah put his shoulders back so far his entire upper body was behind the vertical for just long enough for Kholo to see. Boomer was being far more behaved than he probably should have been, carrying along as an experienced eventer would. . As he regained a correct posture, shoulders back, core engaged, elbows pointed downwards in line with the bit ring, Noah got the gelding's trot to become more round, more supple than it already was. It seemed the trick with this horse specifically was just to let him warm up, then ask. He was a very different ride than another he was assigned--Emily's Mya was always ready to go, any time, any place, anywhere. . He wondered if Emily missed riding, or if seeing him riding Tim's horses as well as hers made her sad. Nobody really talked about him anymore, it was like an elephant in the room that had been avoided so commonly it'd just been forgotten. |
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