 01:44:44 | Just read 4 pages of my textbook and I am ready for a break. XD The stuff I am learning is really complex. >.< |
01:41:04 Coppers I've gotta get off again because I have a class in a bit but I just wanted to show off this boy's name XD
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01:39:53 Seven/Reaver/Bigby 01:39:10 Court| -HEE Click- forgot I got this cutie this year |
01:35:22 I'm in love with him, I'm hoping he trains well
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01:34:24 Court| Okay the chimera looks really cool with that splash pattern 👀 |
01:33:53 [1k+ brindles] Angel -HEE Click-
I think the rose decor and the long mane and tail is broken.. |
01:32:44 Coppers Radiant
Holy crap OMW thet is the coolest horse I've seen in this game yet :o |
01:31:56 -HEE Click-
Look at this gorgeous boy! |
01:30:09 Seven/Reaver/Bigby 01:30:02 Alyssa I do too. Deep reds are so nice.
But Im also such a sucker for them either way. |
01:29:42 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 01:29:07 Ceci / (Call me) AL| I love the chestnut variation on Rhue |
01:28:24 Alyssa -HEE Click-
Also apricot potential |
01:28:20 Ceci / (Call me) AL| Alyssa, yeah the Ee is a challenge but she can throw apricot babies with right stallion and some luck |
01:26:35 Seven/Reaver/Bigby Myth,
I'll run over and warm em up! |
01:24:55 Alyssa -HEE Click-
It wasn't dun I was confused about. But I wanted to try with my girl. She's e and prlprl, but this is gonna be hard. |
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Ty / Liv "I don't know," Tyler replied candidly, his eyes full of boyish wonder. All he could see in this new, unexpected present were endless opportunities of all kinds. He had always been told he was special, and that he had potential, and that he was going places, but he had never really believed them. He had never really believed he would get out of Salamander River. But now, he had. And his favorite person in the world was with him. "There's skydiving, or climbing mountains, or bungee jumping, but I don't even know where to start in deciding what should go on here." He smiled fondly as she mentioned horses, he wasn't at all surprised by her enthusiasm. It was just who she was, and he liked it, it was so unique and special. He just hoped everyone else received her the same way. "Wasn't that the plan all along?" He grinned, pulling a folded paper out of his backpack. "Of course I do, you know I'm always prepared. You ready to head out?" He grinned and dumped his food in a nearby trash can, waiting for Liv to grab her things before opening the door for her and matching her stride towards the barn their school horses were located in. |
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Em / Tim Emily giggled at his comment, a familiar fondness washing over her. "You're not the first person to say that," she smiled, but there was a pained look behind her tan eyes, a story left unsaid. She brushed it away, but her mind was still elsewhere. It was a welcome distraction when Tim handed her a wine glass. Before long, they were chatting amiably like friends, colleagues, whatever they were. Tim hadn't been wrong in assuming she was a lightweight, and before long, she was unfiltered, simply her with no reservation. She was leaning halfway across the table, head in her hands, gazing into Tim's eyes in fleeting glances that seemed to increase with time and blood-alcohol content levels. Out of nowhere, after some lighthearted discussion about barn drama, Emily said, "if you've been in love with me this whole time, how come you never made a move? I've known you for three years, what are you waiting for?" |
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Who ordered the Waffle? LMAO) . Samantha Starr / Mickey / M: Open.
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How long were they taking?The young woman couldn't understand why Zander had been gone for so long,especially of his own will.Her first thought was that Mickey had thrown him - shortly followed by the fact she knew that,one the gelding has no fight in him at all and two that Zander had the most capability to stay in the saddle than anyone shed ever seen.It all always filled her with wonder in how easily he latched on,watching him ride was very much a masterclass for her - although of course she wouldn't admit it.It was easier to acuse him of stealing her trainer a few hours beforehand,having Velcro between him and the saddle.Her mind drifted away to those years ago when he'd been the only one she ever needed.Ever Wanted.His aura was so pure and gentle it's starkness to her reality had her totally enraveled right from the start,and she'd felt as though it wouldn't end.Been convinced he would be the one she'd die with.But things had never worked out the way she planned.
After all, she thought to herself in a mix of bitterness and solemn,I am stood alone In this dusty barn.
With this,She had then headed back to her dorm,no one so much as pestering her all the way over.It was a familiar feeling here,of isolation but the anxiety was even more overwhelming than she remembered.Sam didn't even want to fleeting glances,the eyes on her.Were they talking about her?About the way she looked?The strawberry-blonde felt so incredibly vulnerable as she slipped into her dorm,finding to her relief it was empty.Although,It was a fairly depressing sight,and so she grabbed as many things as she could drag along in her suitcase without exhausting herself and exited as quickly as she had arrived.
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Oh she was trembling.So much the key wouldn't go in the lock. C'mon. Why couldn't she get it together?Sam took a few seconds to pull herself together,seizing a second of calm to jam the key in and hear the thrilling sound of it clicking undone.Her body ached and was more numb than not,but she ignored it as much as she could manage and lugged the case into the apartment.Fed up of waiting she had taken the decision to walk back to her new place of rest,and had almost immediately regreted it.In her previous state,this kind of distance was a doddle,but right now.Opening the door was a struggle so that felt like a marathon.Despite the urge to collapse onto the sofa,Sam had however stood and taken in her new task.The apartment was incredibly distressed and unhappy in her eyes,it hard to adapt to how quiet it seemed to anyone entering.Like it's inhabitant she thought with a slight smile before rumaging through her case and swapping her heels for something a bit more casual. Let's do this.
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By the time she had felt partially done,it was pushing on to alot later in day.The apartment had immediate feel of different,to her anyways,despite the now falling light from outside the presence of candle light giving it a certain Homely feel.The aura of soft vanilla drifted through the air,having found some rammed in the back of a cupboard somewhere.She had also wanted to rearrange the whole living room,but having discovered that her body was incapable of moving a table,let alone the sofa Sam had settled for picking flowers from outside and adorning the room with a few arrangements.It turned out she had a knack for these sorts of things,having never dreamed of messing with dirty flowers before now.
The largest charge however was in the young woman working around the rooms.Her expression was soft and determined,lacking make-up or any adorning jewelry that she would otherwise feel she needed.Strawberry-blonde hair pulled back in a messy bun,it tumbling down out of the bobble in certain places that made her more and more frequently blow or tuck the strands away from her face.It was true,that the young woman in this manner was an incredibly sight.Not just cleaning,but so relaxed and driven to be in a way she'd never dream of being seen in.Why,if she left the house like this it was certain she'd die.No question.As she hung the curtain Up on the rail,which she had stolen from the room the was staying in to swap them over,Sam stepped back to admire her handiwork.She didn't understand this feeling that came over,bubbled inside her but partly wondering if perhaps this is what others meant by pride?Achievement? Froze in place,She couldn't help but savour the moment,never wanting the feeling to stop giving her a high as her mind turning to the next problem.
Surely cooking wasn't that hard?..
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Timothy Blue / M: Em . As time had gone on,Tim had found himself to be more open and settling himself further into the chair,the ability to talk only growing.He loved the feeling of it flowing down his throat as he sipped at the glass,how when it built up enough it burned slightly - feeling as abrasive as sandpaper.It gave him warmth,and a cool thrill all at once,it so familiar to him by now.It would be,with an alcohol indulgent mother he guessed.
Emily was evermore jolly and relaxed more by the second it seemed,Unable to ignore the increasing act of attraction she seemed to be displaying.At least he thought - guessed.The fact was he simply had no idea,even now.Wasnt this why they were here in the first place.Tim also couldn't tell if it was simply down to the alcohol,after all didn't they say there were two types of drunk?
He took a few moments to answer her question,seeing her gaze was unwavering and evermore flirtatious - pouring himself another glass and topping up hers and finally giving a chuckle.
"What was I supposed to do Em?I was scared of howd youd react,I dont know what you would have wanted from me.You always seemed content with friends...What did you actually want to hear from me? Hey Emily,I love you. - Marry me? - "
Yeah right.
His words were alot easier to gather,and largely sincere.There was certainly more emotion than usual,and a fluency to his words that never usually existed around this topic.He sips at his glass again,Holding eye contact with her and raising his eyebrows playfully.The blonde took alot to get fully drunk,and at the moment only felt tipsy.Although the rate at which the alcohol were going he guessed that they both would be near enough gone by the end of the night - but he didn't know where either of them would end up. |
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Em / Tim Emily shrugged, an almost serious look on her face. As every second passed, she grew more woozy and sleepy, but her natural energy made her all the more happy and awake. She watched him, giggling again, then randomly saying, "your eyes are blue. I never noticed that before, I thought they were grey." She watched him react before slowly realizing she'd never said anything in return. "I asked you a question but I can't remember what you said back. I'm like, kinda drunk," she laughed at herself, almost fell out of the chair, and laughed again at that. Her eyes were bright with mischief as she twirled a strand of long blonde hair around her finger. "I, like, could see myself marrying you, but not dating you, isn't that weird? Like, I don't know. I can't see you being a boyfriend at all, have you ever actually had a girlfriend? We should get you one! Oh, wait... that's what this is about, huh..." |
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Omg they need to get drunk more often Lol.) . Tim/M: Em. . The blonde was totally slumped in his chair by now,suddenly feeling the call of sleep after weeks lacking it.It was insane how bubbly his companion was,Even more energetic than usual which was both worrying and amusing.He couldn't help but crack a smile,And fully laugh as she almost tumbled out of the chair - his eyes getting more tired by the minute but somehow managing to watch her from over the table.Tim could tell Emily and him were a totally different kind of drunk,But perhaps it only intensified their personas even more. . "Mm." He mused with a thoughtful grunt,shutting his eyes and shuffling in his seat to get a little more comfortable.Tim wasn't asleep,and was very much sure that he wouldn't be able to escape the new Emily very easily anyways even if he did doze off, but chose to just rest his eyes.Just a little.He sipped once more at his glass,feeling fairly full which led to feeling even more woozy. . A few moments later,his breathing rhythmic and relaxed he spoke gently, "You know I've always thought a horse drawn carriage would be nice.With beautiful Grey Horses on the front..Wouldnt Lipizzaners be a sight?.. In a small little chapel,with a few roses.. Not many people you know?Just quiet.. Peaceful.. " His words drifted away again,taking another drink from his glass before resting it and his arm on the table. . "Or even better,riding a few jumps before hand.Maybe Boxed Wine on the tables..Stacked up into an oxer.." He couldn't help but give a pure chuckle at himself,eyes still lightly shut.Maybe she was right.Was he ever cut out for boyfriend material?Let alone marriage material.After how his last relationship went,he didnt think so. |
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Zander / XC Team member / M: Heather,Mickey,Toby. . He had offered a smile in return,tilting his head sympathetically before gesturing upwards and adding, "Someone always notices." Zander swung his legs out of the stirrups,Stretching his legs and rotating his ankles rather casually as he placed the reins down on the chestnut's withers.Mickey was stood with his neck outreached to Toby,sniffing at the Shephard with a mix of Curiousity and friendliness.When he hadn't flinched,Mickey Lipped at the dog's pelt playfully,widening his nostrils to take in his smell as Zander slipped down from put the saddle.The man beamed sweetly at his mount,Looking back to Heather and outstretching a hand. "I was actually about to say the same thing,I am of sorts.On the new Eventing team..-" As if on cue his phone beeped,him ignoring it momentarily to finish speaking to the brunette, "Right I better sckidaddle and go unpack this young man.Nice to meet you -?.." He asked with a questioning tone in a way that suggested he wanted to know her name,Once he did Zander had headed off content with nothing more than a farewell smile before looking at his messages.It gave him something a little more than nerves,or excitement. [Zander (to group)] - Course,You may have to bear with me finding my way around though. |
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Em / Tim Emily giggled. "You're a sleepy drunk, that's like, literally my favorite thing." She gave a disgusted look that was completely unfiltered, recalling, "Riley was a sad drunk, I hated it. Even at like fourteen when we had nothing to be sad about. He could never keep up with me though, anyway." She glanced up and saw him half asleep, and she giggled again. "You're like, so cute right now. You can't even stay awake. Your cute little British accent is like, so slurred." She smiled at him again as he struggled to recall what she came to realize was his dream wedding. "I always wanted a beach wedding. Just like what you're describing though, quiet, peaceful, small. When I was younger I wanted a huge expensive wedding but I've come to realize it's not the ceremony that makes you happy, it's the person, ya know?" |
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Tim/ M: Em, . Tim couldn't help but give another stream of chuckles,His lips slowly drifting into a soft smile, " Your laugh is so funny - like a bell Chime or something.Reminds me of being at school - did you used to have a bell to tell the time and stuff?.." He waited once more before opening his eyes slowly,His gaze teasing and playful, "And I'll have you know,My British accent is neither Little,Cute or Slurred.Your - Whatever you can call that accent however...Is most certainly slurred,because someone is just a little drunk now aren't they?' He resumed with the same gentle smile,eyes troublesome as his nose wrinkled slightly, "The beach?There is sand and sharks - Octopus and everything.And all those topless people." Tim gave a playful shudder,Closing his eyes again and taking a deep breath.He couldn't find the energy to pour another drink,and was fairly content with how much he had had already.Although,Deep down he knew he could handle alot more - But something always held him back.Memories he guessed.No - He knew. Emily's words did ring true with him though,Even in her drunken state he was sure they would stay with him forever.Or maybe just till the morning when he woke up and couldn't remember a thing.. |
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Calvin / Sam Calvin ran his hand through his hair as he walked down one of the many paths here. His sense of direction was elite, and even still, this massive property perplexed him. He had two different maps and even still, was struggling to find the student dorms. In many ways, this new routine was like the military. He assumed that's why his superior had chosen to send him here. It was a strict routine, specific living arrangements, and one common goal. He assumed the people here were equally competitive, but less violent. He was concerned about how he would react in difficult situations, but chose to remain calm and focused for now: he had one goal. He had opened one dorm which he assumed was his, 104. Or so it said on the map. It smelled faintly of vanilla and was clean and homely, so he was immediately positive it wasn't his. He was about to leave when a strawberry-blonde girl looked up at him from across the room. She was pretty and looked foreign, like him. She piqued his interest. Instead of speaking, he simply maintained eye contact, his steely gaze scanning her. He was rigidly calm, unsure of what to do. |
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