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Starting information: It's abut 9 AM on a rainy Saturday in April when you pull up to the ranch's gate. - Your GPS says that this is where the ranch is located, except theres nothing beyond the gate but sagebrush and a gravel road. - Theres a sign above the gate that says 'SilverSage Acres; Rodeo Stock and Ranch Horses', so you decide to go in. - As you head down the road, you can see some charolias and herefords grazing in the distance. - About half an hour later, some buildings come into view. - An older, large house with a wrap-around porch, at least three wooden barns, bunk houses, and pastures; some with roughstock and one with around 10 high-end bulls. - At the beginning of your response, please do Name, age, gender (marked with M or F), and horse. |
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Sasha Rivors, 20 yrs, F, Dont blame me aka Taylor The gravel crunches under the tires as the car rolls to a slow stop in front of the barn house. Early morning light spills across the property, catching on wooden fences, soft mist hovering over the paddocks, and the quiet movement of horses in the distance. Sasha Rivors steps out, boots hitting the ground with a dull thud. She pauses. Her eyes scan everything—automatically, instinctively. The layout. The condition of the fences. The way the horses move. The kind of place this really is. Not bad… but not perfect. She shuts the car door behind her, slinging her bag over her shoulder before walking toward the barn house. The scent of hay, leather, and fresh earth grows stronger with every step. Voices echo faintly from inside. Sasha reaches the door, hesitating just a second before knocking. |
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Josie Marlowe | 23 | F | "Seaside Rendezvous" aka Sailor Josie slowed the truck to a gradual halt upon reaching the ramshackle fence and its open gate. She shot a glance at Colton, dozed off in the passenger's seat, before flicking her gaze up to the sign. All she had to read was SilverSage Acres to confirm this was where they were supposed to be. She proceeded ahead, discreetly scouting out her surroundings. There was hardly a soul around. Hardly a noise too, other than the crackle of gravel beneath tires and the snoring of Josie's brother. Speaking of, she decided to wake him up. She gave the wheel a jerk to the right, swerving the truck before putting it back on the correct path. Colton let out a yelp as the side of his head smacked against the window. He scowled. "You could'a gotten me up like a normal person, y'know!" he snapped, bristling at the chuckle Josie gave, a sputtering laugh which sounded akin to a car running out of gas. "That's rich, coming from the same guy who wouldn't even wake up when I poured a bucket of water on 'em." Colton stretched out his arms. "You won't tease me when they make sleeping an Olypmic sport, and I win a gold medal for it." Josie snorted, then the conversation fizzed out into a curious silence as the buildings came into view. Right away, she could identify the farmhouse. It was one of those old ones, and looked similar to the kind they had back in Oklahoma. She wasn't as focused on the barns, under the assumption they'd be given a tour. Josie would pull the truck onto a grassy lane, out of the way, then she and Colton hopped out. She did a quick check on the dogs, who were in their crates, in the bed of the truck, fast asleep amongst Josie and Colton's luggage. She decided not to wake them. For now, anyway. Josie trailed after her brother as they made their way to the house, headed for the front door. There was already a girl there, waiting. Another hand or one of the owners? She looked to Colton, whose eyes were steely with certainty, and she didn't know whether it stemmed from knowledge or overconfidence. Either way, Colton stepped onto the porch and approached the girl, flashing a smile. "Hello! You're Avery Sage, right?" he asked mistakenly, throwing his hand out for a shake. Josie hung back, hands jammed into the pockets of her old jeans. |
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Cassian Capero | 22 | M | Drifter Streams of water trickled down the windshield as Cassian pulled up to the buildings in his old blue pickup truck. He was nervous. It was his first day at a new job, and he wanted to make sure everything went smoothly. Cassian’s sister had put in a good word for him, and he wasn’t about to let her down. Turning off the engine, the 22-year old stepped out into the rain. He walked to the stock trailer, looking at the dapple-grey horse inside. I hope Drifter acclimates well, he thought. The mustang was used to going places. The two had traveled on countless trail rides, enduring harsh weather and unfamiliar terrain. Cassian adjusted his glasses and opened the trailer gate. Drifter was looking back at him, curious and alert. Cassian smiled. It had taken him so long to acclimate the gelding to his presence. Now, Drifter would look for attention, nosing his way into pockets and head scratches. He was no longer the nervous and spooky yearling Cassian picked up four years ago. “Let me get you outta here, buddy,” Cassian grinned, “You’re gonna get a little wet.” Drifter snorted, shaking his dark salt-and-pepper mane. Cassian untied the lead rope, took his position at Drifter’s shoulder, and clicked his tongue. Drifter knew the cue and backed out of the trailer carefully. The rain was coming down a little harder now, dripping down Cassian’s hat. Drifter was getting drenched, but the gelding didn’t seem to care. Instead, he walked over to the nearest puddle and started splashing. This was a common habit of his during trail rides, and he never got tired of it. Cassian smiled. He wanted to let the gelding play, but he had other things to prepare. Clucking, he turned the gelding around and walked to the closest barn. The barn was airy and welcoming, and a few horses poked their heads out of the stalls to see the new arrivals. The aisles were nicely swept and he felt guilty about hauling a soaking wet gelding through them. Drifter didn’t care, but plodded along calmly without a care in the world. He tried to stop and touch noses with a curious mare in one of the stalls, but Cassian corrected him and they continued. Drifter’s stall was as tidy as the aisleway. The bedding was clean and well-layered, and there was even a full hay net in one of the corners. Cassian opened the door and let Drifter walk in. Slipping off the black rope halter, he left Drifter to get settled while he went back to get his luggage and tack. |
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Avery Sage - 21 - F - Colors Of The Wind (Okapi) Avery's head went up as she heard a knock on the door. - She had been talking with Austin about when to round up the left side of the ranch since the weather was going to turn for the worse in the next couple days, and they were most likely going to get snowed in. - She stands, points to her brother, and says, "Don't say anything stupid.", before heading to the door. - As she opens it, she catches the tail end of a man asking a girl if she was Avery Sage. Awkward. She tilts her head and says, "That would be me, actually." - All 3 of the people turn to the door, and the man's face goes red. Austin comes up behind her, and thankfully he didnt hear what the man said. - She extends her hand to the girl in front, and Austin introduced himself has well. Her eyes drift to the barn, where another guy was bringing his horse into the barn. - She was fine with it because she had in fact marked stalls for everyone's horses. She stepped aside, allowing them to come inside. She also pushed Austin out of the way, and he huffed. "You can come in." - The house is clearly not exactly like modern houses. As you could see from the outside, it is old. There's a woodstove in the front room, warming the house, a large kitchen with a window overlooking pastures, and a table in the dining room that could fit many people. There's multiple mounts around the high ceiling- huge elk and deer, big horned-sheep, and even a full body cougar. - "If you need water or your hungry or anything let me know." Her and Austin stay standing while the three people sit down. - "We'll wait for some more people to get here and then I'll have Austin give you all a tour. Sound good?" She shifts her weight and looks at her brother, who returns her look with his own that she takes as; "Wow, thanks for making me go out in the rain." - She shoots a grin at Austin before turning her attention back to the people, "So, what's all your names?" |
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Sasha Rivors, 20 yrs, F, Dont blame me aka taylor.
Sasha spoke softly "My name is sasha... and your obviously Avery sage!" Sasha covers her mouth after saying the last part. "Sorry ive heard so much about you! Your like my idol!" Sasha covers her face, realizing what she said, yet again. "I'm so sorry!" Sasha slapped her forehead. Before waiting the other people's responce to Avery. |
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Colton Marlowe | 25 | M | "Little Fire's Navigator" aka Scout Colton's face flushed red as a cherry upon mistaking the wrong girl for Avery Sage, but as per usual, he just laughed off the whole thing. "My bad..." he apologized, voice dying off at the end. Through the corner of his eye, he caught Josie's expression hardening, lips pressed sourly. She was fussy about first impressions, and he was sure she thought he'd completely blew it this time. Colton simply tipped his head at her in a reassuring nod. He wasn't going to dwell on the incident, that just wasn't his style. When the Sages invited them in, he let the ladies enter first before following. The place was real homey, warm (both literally and figuratively). Welcoming. As they were led through the house, his eyes caught on the taxidermied animals mounted along the walls, which Josie seemed to frown at. They were all brought into the dining room and sat around the large table. It reminded Colton of back home, when the family would gather 'round for Thanksgiving dinner. They were asked for their names, and the girl he mistook for Avery earlier introduced herself first. Colton went next. "I'm Colton," he greeted chipperly, "just call me Colt, though. Everyone else does." He gestured towards his sister, "This is-" "Josie," she finished stonily. |
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Clear with Temps dropping into the Teens
