The Sky Is The Limit [Jess]

[Victoria Dawn Lieson]

[atrb=cellspacing,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width:375px;padding:8px;background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/fvefkx.jpg); border: 1px dashed #000000;-webkit-border-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius: 40px; border-radius: 40px;][STYLE=width:250px;font-family:georgia;font-size:25px;text-transform:lowercase; color:#FFFFFF;border-bottom: 5px solid #FFFFFF;line-height:15px; margin-left:20px;margin-right: -30px;margin-top:5px;letter-spacing:-2px;]I know its hard,[/style][STYLE=width:200px;font-family:arial;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase; color:#FFFFFF;border-bottom:1px solid #FFFFFF;line-height:15px;text-align:left;letter-spacing:-1px;margin-left:-40px;margin-right:20px]But who are you to fall apart on me?[/style] [/style][STYLE=width:275px;font-family:Lucida Handwriting;font-size:30px;text-transform:uppercase; color:#FFFFFF;border-bottom:1px solid #FFFFFF;line-height:15px;text-align:center;letter-spacing:-1px;]Victoria Lieson [/style] [/style][STYLE=width:340px;padding:10px;background-color:#000000; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: #FFFFFF;border-top:1px dotted #000000;-webkit-border-radius: 40px; -moz-border-radius: 40px; border-radius: 40px;border-bottom:5px solid #FFFFFF;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:10px;text-align:justify] Tori had been here a few weeks now. She hardly knew anyone, but it wasn't like she had made it a point to go out and make friends. She had been spending most of her time training lately. Something about this place made her strive to be better. Duchanar had been improving a lot lately too, but he seemed to be getting bored with the same old routine. The jumps seemed to be getting way to easy for him. Tori felt that Duch could be better, and be more versatile in his career. Not just sticking to being a hunter. She felt he could be more than what he was now. A more all around horse. He sure had the determination for it. Tori thought it would be a good idea to start training Duch in eventing. But the only problem was that Tori had no idea how to train eventing, yet a lone train anything. Sure she had trained Duch to jump, but it was a dual learning process, the had taught each other, therefore it was different. Tori had heard of a trainer here at Crossfire Farms by the name of Nathaniel Gage. He was said to be a really great trainer so Tori had given him a call, and he had agreed to meet here here this morning. Duch was fully tacked and ready to go. The only thing missing was Nathaniel himself. Tori pulled out her phone to check the time, also wondering if she should maybe call him? But no, he might just be running a little late is all. No biggie. Tori paced slightly as she waited. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous to meet him? What if he was as handsome as everyone said he was? But there was also the part of him being a slight jerk, and she wasn't sure if her persistent little butt could deal with that. Oh well may as well find out right. She stopped pacing and grabbed the Anglo Arabians white face bringing it down to hers. "You're gonna be a good boy aren't you?" she said looking at him questioningly. The stallion was known to have quite a.. temper.. not allowing anyone else near him, yet alone ride him, other than Tori. [/style][div style="width:335px;padding:5px;background-color:#000000;padding:8px; font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;color: #FFFFFF;border-top:1px dotted #000000;border-bottom:5px solid #FFFFFF;-webkit-border-radius: 40px;[br"]-moz-border-radius: 40px; border-radius: 40px;margin-bottom:5px;margin-top:10px;text-align:center;] "I don't think you'll ever want to love me"

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☼Tags;; Nathaniel Gage
☼Notes;; Meh
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Don't let me jump, don't let me fall

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[nathaniel vance gage]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #6a667f solid 10px; width: 450px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'm just a little unwell tagged Victoria words 1047 muse Match Box 20 notes he can be a bit difficult to get along with. credits template by irish! Punctuality. It was completely necessary in Nate's life. Without being on time, his entire day was messed up. His entire everything was thrown off. He planned every minute of every day. He knew exactly when he needed to leave to get where he was going to arrive exactly on time. Not a minute early, not a minute late. There was absolutely no room for spontaneity in his schedule. None at all. Nate did not deviate from this schedule if he could help it. The thing was that Nate tried to not be this way, he really did. He didn't want to be so obsessed with everything being perfect. He'd been going to a psychiatrist for years to try to learn to cope with this, but try as he might he couldn't stop. Every day the doctor would ask him at random intervals if he knew how much time was left in the session with no clocks in the room, and at times Nate would try to convince himself that he did not, but he knew. He always knew. A time or two the doctor had tried to make him stay one minute late, but the amount of anxiety it caused him just thinking about it was too much. he'd tried everything. He tried to tell himself that the worst thing that could happen if he was one minute late was just missing one minute of whatever he had to go to next and that couldn't possibly kill him, but he just couldn't wrap his head around it. Had he ever been late to things before? Of course he had been, he was only human. Did anything bad ever happen because he was late? No, nothing that he couldn't live with... but in Nate's mind there was always a possibility that something horrible would happen. Maybe it was a bit of paranoia, but the thing was... he knew everything would be fine, but it just made him feel so ill that he simply could not force himself to be late on purpose. It was the same way he couldn't leave a room with a crooked picture on the wall without fixing it. It was the same way he couldn't leave the barn if his horses weren't groomed to perfection. Everything in Nate's life had to be perfect or he would initially feel like he was going to be sick, and then once he had forced himself to calm down, he was in a horrible mood for the remainder of the day because his schedule was completely thrown off. That was a day like today. For starters there had been a car accident that held up traffic for an hour, which meant he was an hour late to work this morning which meant every last one of his appointments was completely thrown off. He'd managed to force himself to reschedule a few and rush through a few others, but he was still late by the time he headed to the barn. He normally just went to the barn and rode his own horses or the ones he was paid to ride, but today was different. Today the first thing he had to do was apparently see about someone's horse which had been trainer as a hunter and she now wanted it to be an eventer. Nate really strongly disliked hunters, but he wasn't going to turn down the prospect of a new client away without at first seeing the horse. If he had gone straight down to the arena, he would have been a little less late, but in order to make up for lost time, he decided he'd get the first of his horses tacked up and take it down to the arena with him so he could go straight from this to riding his first horse which might help him to catch up a little bit. Ben was first, as always. He had to ride in alphabetical order, and having Ben first ensured that the start of the riding day would go perfectly. It didn't take him long to get the big bay gelding tacked up, now that Jerry wasn't around anymore to let his horses out to roll in the mud or take the covers off his saddles so they would collect dust, the time it took him to get his horses ready was cut by at least half, which was a relief to him on days like today. once that was done he headed straight down to the arena where he was sure she was waiting for him. Sure enough, she was there with her horse. "I apologize for the time." Nate said bluntly as he approached her. He could feel a certain amount of tenseness in Ben as they neared the other horse. While ben was certainly larger than her own mount, he was not one to pick a fight with other horses unless they were to pick one with him. No doubt it was certainly the prospect of meeting a new horse that had him on edge. "No doubt you've already assumed that I am Nate, as I've already assumed that you are Victoria, so I see no need to waste time with formalities. Tell me about him." He said with a wave of his hand towards her horse. If there was one thing that Nate did not tolerate, both because of his OCD and his insistence on well behaved horses, it was horses that were out of control. Ben was evidence of this. The thoroughbred stopped and stood with his head parallel to Nate's shoulder, standing perfectly square as if he were in a conformation class. His head was up but not excessively so, and his ears switched between pricked towards the other horse and flicking back towards Nate, constantly waiting for any cue from his human. This was very much not typical for an event horse, but every last one of Nate's own horses acted in this way. They knew better than to test him, a skill which most horses and people (barring Jerry) learned very quickly when they spent time around him.

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