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Post by donte6 on Nov 25, 2010 2:17:06 GMT -8
FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY [/font][/center] AND NOW YOU WANNA REMINISCE, SAY YOU WANNA TRY AGAIN
It had been a disgusting day when he woke up. When he had looked out of his window in the morning, rain had been drizzling from the sky. The surroundings looked bleak and dismal, even the trees looked disappointed with the weather. Although he would have thought they would have at least been thankful for the rain. He hadn't been here long, but he had lived in Texas for the summer long enough to know that it wasn't the kindest of weather conditions. It had been scorching. The Irishman was not used to so much sun, and nor was his skin. He had had to take extra precautions in the heat than most people who lived in Crossfire. The sun was not lenient on his pale complexion, burning it at any chance it got. So he was religiously lathered in sun cream whenever he went out into the sun. Thankfully his job involved being inside an air conditioned hospital. Where he could where his loose doctors clothing and be thankful for the cool air upon him. And never having to venture beyond the hospital doors into the blistering heat.
Today however, in the midst of fall, the dreary weather had prevailed, leaving him upset that his day off was so gloomy. On the way over to the barn he had debated whether to ride or not. His horses didn't particularly need working as he had worked them every day so far this week. And he despised working in the indoor school. Knowing full well it would be crowded full with optimistic show jumpers and bratty children. He couldn't handle that today. He wasn't one to usually raise his voice, probably because normally he kept himself to himself. But he could say some particularly hateful things if the mood struck him. And the bad weather always put him in a bad mood. It reminded him of Ireland, since this was all the weather they ever seemed to get. He was used to it, and dressed for the cold occasion. In fact he had not hesitated to jump out his car and head straight for the barn, not bothering to cover his head with the hood on his coat.
This was where he was now, walking towards the four stables that occupied his four horses. Three geldings and a mare. And three bay and one grey. He had a bit of a mix but it was easy for him to say that he preferred to work with geldings. As they were much less hormonal. Although the mare he owned, Lasa, had been a brilliant find. She was often very sweet, there were only times when she was a little tetchy. And that was when she was in heat, at least she wasn't a bitch all round like most mares he had ever come across. His geldings, Hyde, Fox and Pedro were all as calm and laid back as they came. Pedro being a bit feisty under saddle but still to handle they were all as patient and willing as each other. As Finn approached the stables he was greeted by all four of his horses, obviously waiting for their morning feed. He had made haynets up the night before and one by one took the haynets into their stables and hung them up for them to eat. It was too wet to turn them out, in fact he wasn't even sure if the far,m permitted horses going out in this kind of weather. In the case of them screwing up the fields for summer. His horses didn't mind, at least they had hay.
He left Hyde's haynet outside his stable and grabbed the geldings head collar. He walked inside his stall, the gelding stepping back to allow Finn inside. He lowered his head for Finn to put his halter on. Not that he needed to lower it for Finn, but he had trained all of his horses to do so. In case someone smaller came along to put their head collars on. None of them were even that big, but still if a young actor had to act with Lasa they may not be able to reach her head. Plus he thought it was damn god manners for a horse to have. Casually he lead the bay quarter horse outside into the barn isle. It was a large enough isle to fit two horses standing bum to bum so he was sure people would be able to get past if need be. He tied the gelding up to where his hay was and began to get to work. Allowing the gelding to munch on his hay while he groomed him. He had thankfully slipped on their fleeces last night also, along with their stable rugs. All his horses were fully clipped, with the exception of Foxy. As he was not ridden much any more and tended to do less work than the others. He was left with a blanket clip. Yet he still had the same amount of layers on. The ageing thoroughbred was more susceptible to the cold. And although only fifteen he was showing signs of arthritis in one of his hocks. It was just a precaution Finn took with his beloved thoroughbred.
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notes;;I couldn't think of anything to write haha xD I suck at opening threads.
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Post by carlee on Nov 25, 2010 11:13:39 GMT -8
 the day that NEVER COMES! Sometimes, being the single mother of a boisterous daughter and the manager of a barn with nearly a hundred horses drove Carlee insane. However, she had somehow managed to not go completely insane over the eight years of single-motherhood; however there had been many a time where she wanted to lock her daughter up in a closet for a few days just so she could regain her thoughts and not want to kill her. Some days she couldn’t handle the bitchy boarders and her whiny daughter. Most of the time however, she did her best to be a good mother to her daughter, knowing that Anastasia deserved the best she could provide; unlike most ‘rich’ parents, Carlee did her best to always do things with the little girl and rarely hired a nanny to do a mother’s bidding.
She wanted her daughter to be raised how she wanted to be raised.
The sky outside was gloomy as ever, one could tell that the fall was here and that winter was not far behind. She stood at the window of her bedroom, gazing out at the barn complex just a few hundred feet away from the house. Downstairs, a loud bang sounded. Sighing, she threw her socks on the bed and rushed down into the kitchen to find her daughter standing with a guilty look on her face holding a broken bit of a blow, a half-smirk written all over her face. Raising an eyebrow Carlee asked,
Just what do you think you’re doing, young lady?
Ana looked around and sheepishly said,
“I was trying to get breakfast…”
Looking at the counter she noticed cereal and the half galleon of milk and figured she had tried to carry too many things at once, overloading her poor little hands, offering her daughter a soft smile to show that she wasn’t all that mad she bent down and started to pick up the fragments of the bowl and said,
Next time, how about you get one thing at a time, ok honey? You’re not going to lose any hours in the day just for taking a moment to do things right.
Ana simply nodded at her. Standing up and throwing away the pieces she got out a plastic bowl this time and set up the girl’s dinner. Ruffling her dirty blond hair she admired how much she looked liked her father, and for a moment missed him.
But quickly reminded herself she didn’t need anyone (or was she just busy lying to herself?).
Leaving her daughter to finish up her breakfast in peace she retreated back into her room to finish getting ready. Rainy or not, she was going to get through her horses today, it had been a couple days since they’d been work; she felt that they really needed it too. Fixing her hair she turned around at the sound of little feet peddling into her room, there stood her daughter Ana holding up her boots and dressed in her riding pants, her eyes begging for her mother to take her as well, sighing Carlee figured she could put aside her horses’ needs for her daughter just one more time,
Yes, darling?
“I wanna ride too!”
Alright, go put your boots on and grab your coat.
Pleased, Ana ran off to finish her preparation for her ride. Going to the door, Carlee was shocked to find that her daughter was all ready to go, laughing they headed out to the barn.
Though it was rainy, there was still a good deal of clients milling around.
Looking into one of the barns, she noticed a horse out in the aisle, but before she could tell her overly excited daughter to watch out and be polite to the people in the barn, the little girl had already run off down the aisle, frustrated she walked quickly past her speaking through gritted teeth,
Anastasia Marie Peters, stop.
But the girl had already run past the man and his horse and to her pony’s stall, running a frustrated hand through her hair she stopped and smiled apologetically at the man and said,
I am so sorry, she hasn’t seen her pony in a while…
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notes;; fjdksalfs the Purina dog show is distracting xD sorry it's so short xD
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Post by donte6 on Nov 25, 2010 14:58:32 GMT -8
FIONNBHARR SHAMUS KIERON O'DOHERTY [/font][/center] AND NOW YOU WANNA REMINISCE, SAY YOU WANNA TRY AGAIN
The more Finn brushed, the deeper into his thoughts he became. Which meant he started to loose himself from the world a little bit, immersed in the process of grooming his horse. The task becoming effortless as he swept the body brush over the horses coat in a repeated fashion. This is why he enjoyed horses. He could get lost in his thoughts while being around them and they would not disturb him. They wouldn't ask him if anything was wrong. Which of course there was, and there had been for many years. But it wasn't like they knew about it, and they'd never find out. Never be able to judge him for it even if they did somehow manage to gain the intellect to know. His horses never questioned his actions, unless of course when it came to being loaded into a scary looking horse trailer, or perhaps persuading Lasa to stand in a small stream on her own for a minute or so. But even so, they always did it eventually, able to trust him enough to know that he wouldn't ask them to do something that wasn't safe. And it was true, Finn was like that in every aspect of his life. He would never ask someone to do someone (or a horse) he wouldn't do, or tell them to do something which he thought was unsafe for them to do. For example he wouldn't allow a complete novice upon Pedro. But on Hyde, he would. The little things made the differences in life.
His thoughts continued to drift off in a dismantled fashion. Choosing odd bits of information to think about, such as what he was having for dinner tonight. And what he was planning to do with the rest of his day off. He wasn't going to be here all day that was for sure. Not that he had better things to do, but perhaps he could find himself some entertainment. If worse came to worse, he'd simply go home and read a book. Something peaceful. Although by now, he was fed up of the peace and quiet. He wanted some action in his life. He wanted to be able to go home to a family, his kids leaping on him as he returned, begging for him to play games with him or to watch them ride. Back then, he had longed for the chance to have an hour or so book read alone. But now, he wished he would never have to read a book again to fill up his time. With children, there was always something to be doing. And he'd wished he had spent more time with his while he could.
Before his bitch of an ex wife went mental.
He longed for a family again. But with his kids back and without his ex. She was an ex for a reason. She had cheated on him, then had the nerve to divorce him on the grounds she didn't love him any more. And attempt to ban him from seeing his children. He'd been able to see them at weekends, but for him it wasn't enough. And he had to go and make things worse for himself. He had insisted he was taking the kids on a camping trip, a couple of weeks into their summer holidays. This had been agreed upon and off they headed. Stupidly this wild idea overtook him that he could take his kids away with him somewhere, to a new country. Surprisingly, this failed miserably. He got as far as the airport before they realised what he was trying to do. It was an idiotic mistake and he wouldn't have done it if he wasn't desperate. But this mistake cost him ever getting near his children again. At least until they were eighteen and as they were at such a young age, not even in double figures, he had a long while to wait. He had decided to flee Ireland, leaving behind all he'd ever worked for, which was now lost to his deranged ex-wife and the court system.
Sighing, he softened his brush strokes as he got under the belly of Hyde, the dirt that had somehow accumulated under there breaking off easily and dispersing onto the floor. He felt a twitch in his back and he eased himself up tortuously. Damn, his back wasn't quite as good as it used to be. He was nearing the age of forty. Well three years off wasn't exactly far was it? He felt so very old. He placed a hand on his back and patted the horse on the neck. He needed a break. He rested his hand on the horses side, the other remaining on the lumbar area of his back. He looked up in time to see a duo walking up the barn isle. Well the smaller delinquent was running up the isle. Hyde paid no attention, concentrating on his food more than the little girl running behind his hind quarters. Fionnbharr looked on with a slight smile. He had half the mind to warn her not to run behind horses, but even in his bitter mood he couldn't bring himself to say it. Not today. The young girl reminded him too much of his own daughters. He looked back down the isle of the barn to the other person, a blonde-ish woman, who he assumed to be the child's mother, or carer. He knew what rich folk could be like. He could be classed as rich, doctors wages didn't pay shabbily after all. But he didn't act rich or flaunt his wealth. He'd rather by a good book than a flashy new car. Which was probably a good sign that he hadn't reached his mid-life crisis point just yet.
He looked to her as she stopped near to where Hyde was, across the isle from him. She was apologising on her daughters behalf, a sweet smile on her lips. Finn smiled back, laughing off the incident which he wouldn't even call an incident. Just a child being a child. "I wouldn't worry about it, she didn't do any harm." He spoke reassuringly, glancing to the young girl who was looking into what could only be her pony's stable. He looked back to the woman, he could try to guess her age. Thirties possibly younger, this was when he realised he hadn't introduced himself. Presenting a hand towards her he spoke once more "Fionnbharr O'Doherty. Nice to meet you." He was careful to say his full name, wanting her to be able to realise what he was saying. Even after all this time away from Ireland, his accent was still thick and deep. Half the people over here hardly understood what he was saying. In fact there had been one incident at the hospital where another doctor had to translate for the dimwitted American (although under a heavy influence of flunitrazepam at the time) which he had found hilarious to say the least.
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notes;;The irish man speaks xD
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