Post by charles michael matthews on Dec 26, 2012 0:09:07 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #727085 solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] love is supposed to hold the key tagged open! words idek muse Hayley's Comet notes -- credits template by irish! Addison Texas, it was not somewhere that Chuck had ever imagined he would end up. When he had been in college he had always thought that with his degree in teaching he would get a job somewhere exciting and interesting. A city would have been ideal. He took his courses at a college in California, and played football until the second half of his senior year when it was discovered, rather dramatically, that he had a heart condition which would endanger his health should he continue to play. After graduating, he took a job in a local high school which was very highly populated. After a year there, he quickly realized that having more students than he could even remember the names of was not the sort of job that he wanted. He wanted a job where he could make a difference in someone's life and have a relationship with them. He didn't expect to ever get a job where he would be the most remarkable teacher anyone ever had, and he didn't expect that all of his students would even like him, but he wanted to at least have a chance at giving someone more than just an excessive knowledge of the English language. Shortly after he began the process of looking for a job in a smaller town, he got a call from his younger brother who was very ill and going off for cancer treatment. He was concerned about Jamie's reaction to his situation, and asked if there was some way he might be able to go stay in Addison for a while to keep an eye on him. Chuck took that request as an opportunity. He knew how emotionally vulnerable Jamie could be when it came to illness in his family, so he thought it might be a good chance to get Jamie to let him back in. He initially planned to just go there for a week or two, but when he arrived in Addison, he learned of a job opening at the high school for an English teacher. He applied, and was hired quite quickly after his interview, which meant he was going to be in Addison for a long time if all went as he planned. Today was the day that his horse was arriving. It was a long trek from Dan Diego to Addison, about 20 hours in all, and he had no doubt that the Hanoverian would not be impressed with having to be stationary for that long. While he was a fairly well behaved horse, he was only nine and he was a stallion, and he also had more than enough when he was in regular work, so he knew that the best thing for everyone would be to just let the horse out immediately into the arena for a nice gallop before he put him up in his paddock. When the truck rolled up, his suspicions were confirmed by the sound of loud pounding of a hoof against the walls. He quickly wrote the hauler a check, and took the restless chestnut off his hands so he could be on his way. Once the hauler was on his way, Chuck headed down towards the outdoor arena, Boss dancing and prancing and making as much noise as he possibly could to announce his arrival at Crossfire. Being a stallion, he was, of course, very interested in all of the horses and with all that pent up energy, it was all Chuck could do to keep control of the stud. He was pleased to see that the arena was empty, since most people used the indoor arena at this time of year. He lead Boss in, closed the gate, and unclipped the lead. Without a moment's hesitation, he spun around and took off at a fast paced gallop, letting out a few big leaps and bucks every so often. He continued in this manner for a while before settling into a huge ground covering trot... the very trot that had made him fall in love with the horse as a yearling. As a dressage horse, Boss was enough to make most people who knew the sport drool over his huge range of movement. Chuck climbed up onto the fence, sitting on the top rail while he watched the horse burn off all of his excess energy. It was nice to be in a place where everything was close together and the horses had places to run and stretch their legs. Big cities had very few nice places like Crossfire with trails and cross-country courses and whatnot. Back in California, Boss had spent most of his time in a stall due to lack of space, so he had a feeling that the stallion would like it here much more than he'd liked it there... and Chuck had already decided that he himself liked it better here too. |