* DON'T SETTLE FOR LESS [kennedy]

[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Brooke had always loved horses. She hadn't ever been around them much or ridden them much, but she loved them. Less than a year ago was the first time she ever rode one. It was a short, thick quarter horse mare here at Crossfire. That was the first horse she ever rode and she actually took to it fairly naturally. She had ridden in a western saddle but always been a dream of hers to show jump. She wasn't a bit fan of dressage. In fact, she couldn't even stand to watch it, but jumping and cross country looked exciting. She liked the adrenaline. She was a risk taker, so why would she do something slow paced and boring? At least, it was boring to her. She probably shouldn't have been wandering through the barn without permission - but she wanted to see the horses. Such regal, majestic creatures. She felt she never got to be around them enough. In fact, she hadn't even been near the barn since Summer ended. She had her dark grey hoodie up over her head, her long red locks pushed off to one side and her hands shoved in her pockets. It was a little chilly and she could see her breath. When she pushed open the door and walked into the barn, she was met by the sweet scent of oats and hay and horse breath. A few whinnies came from horses whom poked their heads out of their stalls to see who it was coming to visit them. Brooke walked up to one of the horses who had his head hanging from the stall with a rather happy expression. He hadn't greeted her, but he hadn't backed away either. It was a large chestnut gelding. She reached out tenetively to touch his nose, and was met by a short into her hand. " Well aren't you cute?" She replied, with a small quiet laugh. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small mint and offered it to him. He sniffed it for a minute, his velvety muzzle grazing the palm of her hand before sucking it up with his lips and crunching it happily. Brooke had a smile on her face as she reached up and brushed her fingers through his forelock. " You're a pretty boy aren't you? Yeah..." She was talking quietly in hopes that somebody wasn't going to come and throw her out or something - since she didn't really belong there. Tags: -- | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[whirleybird86]

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Kennedy was glad that today she had nothing to do that would prevent her from doing the one thing she loved the most, and that was to ride. She quickly jumped into her truck and drove down to the farm as fast as she could, but without getting a ticket. She shortly arrived, quickly unfastening her seat belt and jumping out of the truck after grabbing a small bag of carrots. She fixed his hair into a loose bun and walked through the large barn doors towards her beloved's stall. Gatsby's name was engraved in bold black letters on a golden name plate, and it sat just below the head space to his stall. She peaked in slowly, and saw him standing there with his ears perked and was looking around to the other horses.

She smiled as she broke a carrot in half and stepped in and approached him. He nickered at her and she reached her hand up and he quickly devoured half of the carrot that sat in her hand. " Hey handsome, glad to see you to," she softly cooed as she stroked his large blaze. " What are you thinking? You want to ride," and she watched as Gatsby turned his head and looked out the stall door. She slipped on his halter and led him out. His metal shoes clicked and clacked on the hard stone floor, and it echoed along with the sounds of other horses and riders. Strangely, there weren't many people out here today considering the gorgeous weather. She fully tacked him up and led him out to the indoor jumping stadium. Her personal haven for fun.

She slipped her foot into the stirrup and swung onto Gatsby's back and snapped on her helmet strap. She took a deep breath and tapped his sides. She took a few laps around the ring, plotting her course before heading to the first jump. Let's Fly!

[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Brooke was a firm believer that everything happened for a reason. She had no belief in a higher power, but she did believe there was something out there that dictated fate. Something brought her here to Addison, and something made her stay. Be it that she had found a decent job that made decent money, and she didn't mind doing it. She actually had fun when she was on stage. Her thirty minutes of fame repeated itself night after night and she hadn't got tired of it yet. She made a good amount of money, actually. Enough that she was able to afford a decent apartment, but she wasn't making enough yet to feel comfortable enough to buy a horse and keep it healthy. She had been thinking a lot lately about leasing one of the school horses, but she didn't know a whole lot about riding. She barely knew anything, in fact. She knew how to get on a horse and walk and trot it around, but that was about it. She wanted badly to take jumping lessons but was just a tad embarrassed to take beginner jumping lessons at nineteen years old. There was probably six year olds who could ride better than her. However, her stubborn streak would be the end of her, that she knew. She wouldn't want to start with a gentle, calm, beginners horse like she knew she should. She wanted something with a bit more spunk. It was going to be unavoidable. She stroked the gelding who seemed to be falling asleep as she carefully went into his stall. She figured that was why the girl who was pulling her own horse out hadn't seen her. She watched the girl tack up while running her hands down the horse. He was big, his back was way over her head. But at only five foot four, that wasn't hard to do. When the girl led the horse out of the arena she felt a small quiver of excitement in her stomach. Maybe she was going to jump? She loved the mere thought of jumping. It would be like flying, she imagined. Soaring through the air on the back of a regal, white steed. She hadn't ever been a big fan of white horses due to the fact that they would be so hard to clean. If they simply looked at dirt it would cling to them like germs on a rag. "I'll bring you more treats later, okay?" She cooed to the horse, patting his shoulder before slipping back out the stall, feeling his watchful brown eyes on her as she made her way out to the arena where the girl was riding a regal looking horse and heading for a jump. She climbed up and sat on the fence, letting her feet dangle and watching the girl and her horse fly around the arena. After she watched her go over a few jumps, she thought to speak up. " You have a really pretty horse. Have you been jumping long?" She tilted her head to the side, her bright red hair falling over to the side. "It looks like fun." Tags: -- | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line

[whirleybird86]

Kennedy rounded the corner and gave him a light tap with her knobbed spurs ,and held tight as he flew over the jump. Kennedy turned her head and saw a girl walk to the fence and start to climb over. She didn't mind being watched, but her hope was that Gatsby didn't spook. He's pretty good at not spooking at these things, but you can never be too cautious. She clucked him as she jumped over a combination set, and flew by the girl. She turned him into the corner and jumped a near 4' jump. Gatsby gave it a second, then turned his head tucked his legs under him, and went over. He came close to knocking the pole right out of the cup. It only rocked, and then set back into it's place. That was close! Kennedy turned her head and saw the pole go back into place, and smiled and patted Gatsby neck. She slowed him down from a fast canter to a steady trot, and then let him have a breather.

She patted his neck again, and slipped her feet out of the stirrups before jumping off. Her attention went back to the girl on the fence and she unstrapped her helmet. " Thanks, his name is Gatsby. My name is Kennedy, I've been jumping since I was 10. She took off her helmet, revealing a few loose strands that had come undone out of her bun, and she unstrapped her gloves. " Do you ride here? I haven't seen you around here before," and she rested her helmet in the crook of her arm. Gatsby shook his head and looked attentively at Brooke.

[brooke]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:5px; padding-top:5px; padding-right:5px; padding-bottom:5px; background-color: #575757; border-radius: 100px 0px 100px 0px;] BROOKE QUINN ROTHSON "Im nothing more than a chalk outline" Brooke didn't mind talking to people as long as nobody tried to dig into anything she didn't want to talk about. She really was not the most friendly of people at all, but once she was friends with somebody she was a damn loyal friend. She wasn't a girly - girl like too many girls where, but it was all in the way that she was raised. She grew up with guys and in a rather unsettled household, and the only person she ever had around her was her mother and she wasn't around that much. She was more or less just a crack whore up until she died and Brooke hadn't been that close with her. It had still been devastating when she was murdered, but that didn't change her at all. She was used to devastation, so she tried not to let anything bring her down too much. She watched as the girl went over the jumps and then stopped and got off, and talked to her. Brooke couldn't be afraid of people and totally unsocial - not in her profession anyways. But she still wasn't very friendly. " He's pretty." She said, nodding towards the horse. However, she thought that all horses where pretty for the most part. Although, never a huge fan of black and white paints. Probably because you saw them everywhere. " And uh. I'm Brooke." She replied, offering the girl a small smile. Kennedy was her name. She hadn't met her before, but of course she didn't spend much time around here, and a good majority of her peer group where people that she worked with. "Uh, no not... not yet. But I hope to... soon. I'm hoping to lease one of the school horses." She didn't want to say she barely knew squat about riding - that would just be embarassing. Tags: -- | Words: -- | Credit: 156zcm of Caution Notes: In their own line