,, go figure (IRISHH)

[arielleclemons]

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WILL HE MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE INVINCIBLE
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Two days, four hours, and twenty-two minutes.

Arielle Clemons had been keeping track of how long she'd lived in Addison, so far. It was definitely a much bigger city than Irving, and there were a lot more people. Take Crossfire Farms for example--more than twenty people along with her were tacking up their horses for a ride. However, it was quite a nice day, but still. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that it would be like this almost every time rode. It was a big step up from Edgewater Farms, the boarding farm that she had spent most of her childhood at. She helped with feeding, mucking, and working with horses in exchange for lessons, and grew accustomed to it that way. It was a big change for her when she purchased Cadence, her bay, western pleasure Quarter horse. She had to pay for the board (well, some of it--she helped around the barn for that, too), vet bills, farrier, dental work, chiropractic work, and many other things that came with owning a horse. It would make it even harder with two horses now, having gotten Riot for free as a going away present. Smiling, she remembered that moment, and knew exactly what she was going to do today.

Owning Riot, a dun Quarter horse gelding, was definitely a rush. She wanted to teach him everything she knew, and something in the back of her mind kept telling her that he was going to be a star. He was only five, but that gave the twenty-year-old more time to work with him. Excited to start, she quickly grabbed his halter and greeted him, slipping the halter on. The gelding responded willingly and followed her out. Cross-tying him, she thoroughly groomed him. When she was done picking out his feet, she went to the tack room for his saddle and bridle. Once the pad and saddle were on snugly, she hung the bridle on her shoulder, grabbed a lunge line, and led him to the outdoor arena.

A soft wind was blowing through her loose hair as she opened the gate, going in. There were a lot of riders, more than twenty. It was a good thing the arena was big. Great. she thought. Just perfect for a first ride. With sarcasm hitting every note in her thoughts, she quietly led him to the far end of the arena, where there weren't so many people. All the jumps were set up closest to the gate, and the only people that went to the back were just working their way around the rail. Clipping the lunge line to his halter, she attempted to lunge Riot. Yes, attempted. Seemed as though Jackie had had a lot of work to do with him. Arielle didn't mind teaching him; she loved training horses. It was probably her most favorite thing to do, and she was ready for the challenge with Riot.

First, she sent Riot out, the smart horse trotting freely. When he pulled, she resisted. The last thing you wanted to do with a young, un-knowing horse is pull back when they pull on you. Remembering this, Riot kept the trot with a little encouragement from Arielle and started to lick and chew, accepting this. Seeing that this was a lot of learning for him, she walked towards his butt, sending his energy to a stop and helped him to learn how to face her. After this, she did the same thing on the other side and called it a day. Tightening the cinch and putting the bridle on, the female walked him out a little and slowly got on, unsure of what he might do.

Gathering the reins, Arielle stopped him softly and stood their, getting her bearings. This was exciting.

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POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: a rocket to the moon
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell)
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 628
COMMENTS: okays! done!

[emmaleepearson]

GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I'M FIGHTING MY DEMONS

An arm thrown across his chest. Memories stirred. Alexa? Opening his eyes, confused for a moment by the strange surroundings, Charlie half turned his head, eyes searching through the dim light to find what it was next to him. Not a person, instead, one of the dogs, Beau, lying on his side, on front paw stretched out and dumped lazily across Charlie’s chest. Of course it wouldn’t be Alexa. She had left months ago. He was just tired, disconcerted about being in a new house for the first time. Alone.

He had arrived in Addison the previous night, to an empty house. Lena hadn’t known that he was arriving then, he had planned on it being a bit of a surprise. He figured she was either at her...boyfriend’s? He hadn’t really met the man yet, and wasn’t sure what exactly was going on there. Either that, or she was at Diego’s...probably not likely, the kids would be there at least. But he didn’t think Lena would spend the night there, even if they were officially split and had no intentions of getting back together.

Well, instead of dwelling on his thoughts, he was going to go to the barn. Extracting his body from underneath the Labrador, he went to shower, wandering around the house in a half asleep daze. The shower helped wake him up a little, the coffee he made afterwards even more so. He had dropped Dawson off at Crossfire the night before, after he and his trailer had entered the town. He was thankful that the Hanoverian gelding was so relaxed, it didn’t take him long to settle in to a new environment, and moving him had been a breeze. Soon he was in his truck, on his way to the barn. Like his last house, it was halfway between the barn and work...an unconscious decision, really, but it did mean he didn’t have to drive a while to get to either place. But the family sized house was a conscious decision, this time, since his twin and his niece and nephew were going to be living with him, at least for a while.

Pulling into the barn’s carpark, he killed the engine, heading straight to the stall he had left Dawson in the night before, finding the chestnut gelding exactly where he had left him, dozing in the middle of his stall. Though, his head lifted at the sound of approaching footsteps, moving eagerly to the door to greet his owner with a nudge to the shoulder with his nose. Lily, a few stalls up, even stuck her head out at the familiar figure, although Charlie didn’t go to see her, knowing full well that with his sister’s horse, a good bite was easily disguised by a call for affection.

Grooming and tacking the horse didn’t take long; he put up the barest fuss at anything, just as easy going as his owner, unflappable, calm. They made a good pair, really. Leading him to the outdoor arena after he had finished, he wasn’t so surprised to find so many riders in there. He remembered Carlee’s old barn, it had been growing in size before he had left to join a police force in another state, and he had heard about the fire, and talk of how popular the new barn was getting, and from what Lena had told him. Perhaps a little too many people in one arena than he liked to ride in, but he had to exercise the gelding at some point, and he wasn’t going to stop because of that. Not to mention he had a trust in his fellow riders not to do anything stupid.

He led Dawson in, mounted, and began a circle in a vacant part of the arena to warm up, rather than going on the inside of the rail, where there were already a few people riding. There was a woman with a Quarter Horse on a lunge line a short distance away, but he was careful to leave enough space between them. What he didn’t count on, a few minutes later, was the teenage girl, riding a tall bay Thoroughbred to practically come charging across the arena, obviously not paying attention to where she was going...or was, and didn’t care...and almost barge straight into Dawson when she was just out of sight of the corner of Charlie’s eye. Although Dawson didn’t get fazed easily, of course he was going to react badly to that, skittering to the side, almost hitting the woman, who had now mounted the Quarter horse...

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU

tagged Arielle & Emma
words 762
muse One Of Those Girls - Avril Lavigne
notes Hrmm, Mikayla can be such a brat. Anywho, Charlie to the rescue! xD
credits Lyrics - Someone Like You - Boys Like Girls. Template by Irish.

[arielleclemons]

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IF I HAD YOU, MONEY FAME AND FORTUNE
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Everything was going smoothly, so far. She was on the horse, for God's sakes. Arielle knew she needed to cut herself some slack; always a perfectionist, she needed things to be running smoothly. However, this hardly ever happened when training horses, which made her job a lot harder than it needed to be. This was a moment where she needed to forget perfection the most. Taking a deep breath, in and out, she moved her bangs slightly out of her dark, chocolaty-brown eyes. They scanned the arena around her, analyzing the riders and horses. She knew she didn't know anybody, but the female checked anyway. Riot shifted uneasily underneath her, signaling a feat that would never be forgotten in her whole entire training career.

... And it happened. First, it was one horse, then two, and then a rumble as a chestnut Hanoverian bumped into Riot, sending the five-year-old flying to the moon. The female did her best to keep the horse under control, fumbling blindly with the reins to turn the horse into an emergency circle. She asked, tighter and tighter, until the horse got fed up with the pressure on his mouth and leaped to side, Arielle becoming off-balanced and flying in the dirt. The dun gelding broke off running, everyone panicking and dismounting while the horse trotted fiercely around the ring.

The female turned a very deep red shade, almost devastated with embarrassment. Huh, She thought. I guess this is what it feels like to be the social outcast of a huge barn. The tears started to slide as she slowly stood up, the pains shooting through her body as she halfway-walked, halfway-limped slowly towards Riot, who was now just a little shaken up as he stood now by the fence line, nibbling on a weed that must've been forgotten. Stopping halfway, she took a big breath before carrying on, getting her thoughts back together. How could she have been so stupid as to pull him like that? This made her even more devastated, understanding now what exactly she did wrong.

Un-training this is what scared her the most. What if he spooked again, and he responded twice as bad? Being such a young trainer, she didn't have the experience that most people had. Arielle did have the talent and patience and skill; she just had a lot more to discover about horse training. Wiping off a few more tears, she put her determined face on and hobbled to the gelding as quickly as humanly possible for her at the moment, and tried to grab the reins quickly before he ran off again. This move was in Riot's favor as he trotted off again, making a circle around her, turning in to face her. Smart horse, she thought. It took a few tries, but soon she had gotten his attention so much that she had used a few of her round-penning techniques to have the horse follow her to the other side of the arena. Yes, it might not have been the right choice for the outdoor arena, but it was probably the only chance she'd get at catching him.

Once he was caught and as calm as possible, Arielle tried to mount, only resulting in a pain almost numbing her leg. "Ouch,"

[/b] she mumbled, grimacing as she tried again. The same thing happened, which discouraged the twenty-year-old as she stood there, one hand covering her face as she wondered what in the world she would do next. It puzzled her, enough to the point that she was almost infuriated with herself to make the stupid decision to ride him with all these people in the arena in the first place. She wondered if the Hanoverian and his owner were okay, looking around to see if she could find them. Her focus was too dazed to see anything that far away, so she leaned against Riot, taking a breather before trying again to mount up.
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POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: adam lambert
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 658
COMMENTS: ooh. tragic. i'm thinking she bruised her leg pretty bad? whatever. she'll just have to suck it up xD
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[emmaleepearson]

GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I'M FIGHTING MY DEMONS

Charlie kept his focus on Dawson, keeping his seat on the chestnut’s back, his quick reflexes and reaction time stopping him from losing his balance and falling as the Hanoverian jumped. He felt his hind swing back underneath him as his rump ran into the Quarter Horse, cringing inwardly as he thought about it, hoping that it wouldn’t cause too much of a bad reaction (well, he wasn’t to know that the horse he had just run in to hadn’t had much training). He didn’t pull on Dawson’s mouth, letting the horse right himself, trusting the gelding’s good nature and the fact he calmed down easily to get him through it without any human help, and sure enough, once he was clear of both horses, he stopped, breathing still a little heavy, perhaps, but standing still, waiting for Charlie to instruct him on what to do next.

He dismounted, checking his horse’s legs to make sure he hadn’t been kicked, or hurt himself in the accident. Once he was satisfied that he was fine, he looked up, eyes searching the arena for the girl who had so recklessly ridden at them, spotting her finally, outside of the arena now, leading her horse off, head turning to throw a smirk in his direction. He frowned, pissed off that someone could be that much of a careless, stupid brat to do something that could potentially put a lot of people at risk. And that wasn’t even the police officer side of him coming out then, anyone around horses should know that. But obviously not.

His thoughts turned back to the woman who had been with the Quarter Horse. He switched who he was looking for, hoping that she was alright. She was off to the side, trying to get back on to the horse’s back, obviously having fallen off in the earlier kerfuffle. He recognised the familiar shake in her shoulders as she gave up, she was crying, and Charlie being Charlie, he felt really bad, even though it hadn’t been his fault. He led Dawson over, the horse had completely calmed down now, plodding along next to the man, looking thoroughly disinterested in being worked now.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about that,” he started when he stopped near her, voice gentle and apologetic. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react, he just felt like he should apologise, see if she was alright. He wasn’t even sure if she had seen the other rider involved. “Are you okay?” probably a void question, since she was already clearly in tears, it was just more to make sure she hadn’t hurt herself too badly.

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tagged Arielle & Emma
words 442
muse All These Lives - Daughtry
notes Aww Charlie, he feels really bad, even if it wasn't his fault xD
credits Lyrics - Someone Like You - Boys Like Girls. Template by Irish.

[arielleclemons]

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IF I HAD YOU, MONEY FAME AND FORTUNE
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At this point, Arielle was completely unaware at what was going on around her. The dun Quarter horse that stood next to her was almost falling asleep, despite the events that had just occurred. Rolling her eyes, the female smiled a little. What a goofy horse, she thought. Giving Riot a pat or two, she tried again to swing herself into the saddle. This time she got halfway up, but faltered when it came to swinging her leg over. It hurt like hell, and Arielle didn't want to take any chances when it came to her health. After all, spring was coming up and she needed every ounce of juice in her body to get practicing for show season. She had already started to prepare, let me tell you, but not to the extent she would in the spring.

With these thoughts rambling through her mind, Arielle hardly noticed when the man who had ran into her came over, an apologetic look on his face. “Hey, I’m really sorry about that,”

[/s] He said, and seemingly meant it. She didn't know for sure if he had caused the accident in the first place; after all, she had seen another rider in the rush of it all come almost galloping across the arena, towards the man and Arielle. Pondering this, she forgot to say anything in reply. An expressionless look was cast upon her face as the female looked away, blushing a little at his apology. The man was quite attractive, to say the least, and nice; you didn't see that very often. He wasn't done speaking, and had yet more words to say. “Are you okay?” It was a simple question, but Arielle struggled to find the right words in reply. It took her a minute to finally remember the English language as she looked at him, which made it even harder to come up with a response. "Um, yeah... I'm fine." It was the first thing that came out of her mouth, and it was most definitely a lie. She was everything but fine at the moment.

Arielle had always hated to lie as a child. It had made her feel rotten inside, even when she was growing up. At this point, it really made her downcast, considering what had happened in the past fifteen minutes. As this rotten feeling spread through her body, she looked over at Riot, whose ears swiveled intently. He was analyzing the movement around him, and almost looked as if he was going to go off and join the fun. She hadn't known the horse for long, but one of the things she had picked up from him was that he did the exact opposite of what he looked like he was going to do. Forgetting the anticipation in his eyes, she turned back towards the man, plucking up the courage to at least tell him her name. Before she could say anything, the gelding let out a big blow, spraying Arielle and even the person talking to her. Laughing, she brushed off the droplets and rubbed the horse's neck, her picture perfect smile appearing as she spoke up, still chuckling a little. "What a silly horse,"

A few more moments passed, and Arielle had obtained enough courage so far to at least tell him her name, despite the butterflies that stayed consistently in her stomach. "I'm Arielle, by the way." Instantly looking at her scuffed up Ariat's after saying this, she reddened yet again, the heat rushing to her cheeks. She had always hated how easily she blushed; it gave away every emotion inside of her. Maybe that was a good thing, maybe it a was a bad thing; she really didn't care. She just didn't want to appear as an emotional fool in front of everyone. It seemed as though she had already accomplished the emotional fool feat earlier today, but remained ignorant of that fact and focused on the person in front of her.
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POST STATUS: donee!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: adam lambert
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 659
COMMENTS: wow. arielle's just a bucket full of emotions, huh? xD
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[emmaleepearson]

GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I'M FIGHTING MY DEMONS

Charlie wasn’t really sure what to do when Arielle didn’t respond, a blank look coming across her face for a few moments. Perhaps she wasn’t going to accept his apology, or she was just really annoyed at him...but he waited it out, he could have just been reading the situation wrong. He did catch the blush that crept across her cheeks...was she embarrassed? Again, he felt bad, but if anyone had a reason to be embarrassed about anything it was him, he had run into her first...even if it wasn’t his fault. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, he didn’t know where this was going at all. She finally spoke, however, which eased him up a little. "Um, yeah... I'm fine," was her answer, but he wasn’t sure if it was entirely truthful or not, but he wasn’t going to push it, if she wanted to say she was fine, then he would let her.

He offered her a friendly smile. “I’m glad you’re alright, it could’ve been nasty...I really don’t know where the hell that rider came from...I guess I’m just lucky Dawson here doesn’t get more worked up when that sort of thing happens,” he said, reaching over to give his gelding a pat on the neck. The Hanoverian turned his head to bump Charlie’s shoulder with his nose, ears flickering in interest as he eyed Riot and Arielle. Attention whore. Charlie had to let out a soft chuckle. He was a fantastic horse, always craving human attention...which could be annoying, at times. But at least it made him easy to handle. He turned back to Arielle, who looked like she was going to speak again, when the dun gelding blew out loudly, spraying both of them. Ah, the joys of having a hobby that involved animals who didn’t really care whether their bodily functions were appreciated or not. He laughed, wiping it off casually, used to that sort of thing, since it came with the territory. At least the horse’s antics had seemed to make the brunette cheer up a little.

She offered him her name. Well, this was definitely progress. He was beginning to feel a little less bad about making her horse spook, the fact that she was willing to talk to him meant that she couldn’t be mad at him, right? “I’m Charlie,” he offered in return, extending his hand to her to shake, out of habit.

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU

tagged Arielle & Emma
words 405
muse Brick By Brick - Train
notes I shouldn't try and post not long after waking up xD
credits Lyrics - Someone Like You - Boys Like Girls. Template by Irish.

[arielleclemons]

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IF I HAD YOU, MONEY FAME AND FORTUNE
never could compete
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A moment or two passed, and Arielle was starting to relax about the whole situation. So what? He was only in training. Riot didn't know much... or so she thought. Trying to forget about it, she faced the man, interested in what he had to say. He gave her a friendly smile, speaking to her as she fiddled with the reins in her hands, needing something to do besides just staring at him. “I’m glad you’re alright, it could’ve been nasty...I really don’t know where the hell that rider came from...I guess I’m just lucky Dawson here doesn’t get more worked up when that sort of thing happens,”

[/s] She gave a little smile, acknowledging his kindness towards her. "Thanks, a lot... it is a good thing. You've got a nice, solid horse, there." Another charming smile crossed her lips as she looked at him, happy that he was being as nice as he was. You didn't see too many men like that, lately.

When Riot sprayed all over, the man joined in on Arielle's laughter as she wiped off her own clothes, too. She couldn't of loved that horse a millimeter more, at the moment. Riot was half-sleeping, ears tilted to the sides as he closed his eyes and opened them, over and over again. She wouldn't have blamed him if he did fall asleep; he had had a rough weekend, as it was. First he was brought to a new home, then he had to get accustomed to stalled life, then he had to meet other horses and just now he was having his first ride with Arielle and at a new place, even though it was a blow in the end. The female smiled softly at his expression, stroking his neck slowly. Oh, the joys of horses.

Arielle told the man her name, and soon later he responded, giving his name as well. He put out his hand, and Arielle softly shook it before responding. "It's nice to meet you. Oh, and this is Riot. His name is a real surprise, huh?" Her gentle, sarcastic notes hit as she said the last sentence, chuckling a little. After that feat, you could say he was a riot. Not a big one, but definitely something that needed work. The work that Arielle was willing to give to him. The five-year-old nudged her shoulder, as if reading her thoughts and telling her it wasn't true, that he wasn't a riot. Gently pushing his nose back (she didn't want any bad habits to evolve), she patted him, looking back at Charlie to see his response.
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POST STATUS: donee!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: adam lambert
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 432
COMMENTS: sorry... crappy muse. xP
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[emmaleepearson]

GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I'M FIGHTING MY DEMONS

Arielle seemed more relaxed after a while, she wasn’t crying anymore, at least. Charlie figured her horse was only young, and probably didn’t have too much experience with those situations, or he was just a little panicky. Dawson had been the same when he was younger, but had calmed down after a while. Now barely anything made him hysterical. “Thanks,” he answered her compliment about the chestnut Hanoverian, giving her another grin. Well, he was proud of his work on the gelding, he was going to take any compliments he got...criticism wasn’t bad either, as long as it was of the constructive kind.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Charlie answered, tones and the smile he gave her both genuine. He always liked meeting new people, there weren’t many he didn’t get along with...unless you counted Diego. He wasn’t exactly proud of himself for that, but it wasn’t like the man had ever made it easy when he had first started dating Lena. And even now that they were separated, he still liked to stick his nose in and do his best to piss Charlie off. He pushed away the thoughts, focusing on the conversation at hand again, knowing full well he was just worried about the situation between his sister, her family and her ex. There just wasn’t much he could do about it.

“I take it he’s still pretty young?” her asked, indicating towards Riot. He wasn’t in a rush to get back on Dawson, and he didn’t mind keeping the conversation going, if that was what she wanted. It had been far too long since he’d had a decent conversation with anyone, really...five year olds didn’t really talk about riveting subjects. Not that he minded talking to Jessie at all, but he was probably craving a bit of adult conversation, and he wasn’t going to get that soon, since he didn’t start work until the next week, and Lena was busy.

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU

tagged Arielle & Emma
words 324
muse All The Small Things – Blink 182
notes Sorry it took a while. Wrote it on the bus on the way to my friend’s, half asleep xD
credits Lyrics - Someone Like You - Boys Like Girls. Template by Irish.

[arielleclemons]

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Charlie gave her a "Thanks," in response to her comment about Dawson. Usually, the female was only interested in Quarter and Paint horses, but this gelding definitely caught her eye. Arielle had started out with jumpers when she was younger, but soon grew to love western pleasure and now, reining. She loved the challenge of the two disciplines and even more so appreciated the destination. It felt amazing to have a horse that knew its job and did it well, at the same time. She hoped to get there someday with Cadence, and even Riot. That is, if she ever got over the pain in her leg and was able to mount up.

The twenty-year-old smiled and acknowledged his words as Charlie replied to her previous statement. “It’s nice to meet you too,” He gave her a genuine smile, Arielle nodding in response. It proved to be very easy to talk to him, which made Arielle feel comfortable after her spill earlier. She always had liked optimistic people, and this man seemed to be just that. Interrupting her thoughts, Riot stepped forward to sniff Dawson, obviously very curious about the animal in front of him. Having only been at Jackie's for a couple months before coming with Arielle to Addison, the five-year-old gelding hadn't associated with other horses, much. At Jackie's, he was turned out with a couple of older horses to teach him some manners, but other than that there was no socialization. At his birth home, he was stalled most of the time and was almost forgotten about. The female hoped to give the gelding more freedom despite being stalled at Crossfire, so she let him sniff Dawson. After a few moments, he pulled his head back, focusing on Arielle. God, this horse was the sweetest. Patting Riot, she refocused her big, brown eyes on Charlie as he spoke up again.

“I take it he’s still pretty young?”

Arielle chuckled a little, taking a few moments to reply. "I guess so. He's five, but he acts like he's two." A small smile was still left on her features, curling her lips upward by only a centimeter. Riot nudged her from behind, almost acting like he was offended by her comment. Arielle stepped forward, trying to stabilize herself as she almost fell forward. Inches from Charlie, she straightened herself up, leaving more space in between them. She slightly flushed a light red, obviously very embarrassed. She eased the moment with a laugh, asking Riot to go backwards a step. He willingly did so, and let Arielle put the slack back in the split rein she was holding, the other looped over his neck. The Quarter horse whinnied, obviously a little bored with standing around. Arielle stood her ground, reminding the horse that he was to stand still as long as she pleased. It would help his ground manners, in the very least.

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POST STATUS: donee!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: adam lambert
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 483
COMMENTS: yeah.. tried to throw something else in there to spice up their conversation!

[emmaleepearson]

GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, I'M FIGHTING MY DEMONS

Charlie couldn’t say that he’d had much to do with the western discipline, his mother had been an English rider through and through and that was how he and Lena had been taught to ride, and Bryce as well. He thought it would be interesting to learn, one day, but he wasn’t sure. He currently had thoughts on buying another horse, a project horse of sorts, to give him something more to do with his spare time, he was the sort of person who liked having something to do all the time, he got bored too quickly trying to sit around at home, plus he just liked being at the barn when he could.

He watched Riot edge towards Dawson, sniffing at him. The chestnut Hanoverian took it all in his stride, he never had been a really bossy horse, but he knew how to hold his own when it came down to crunch time. He had put up with Lily, Lena’s high strung Thoroughbred mare trying to boss him around enough to not worry too much when other horses came near him, so he stood calmly when Riot approached him, looking at the other horse with some interest, resting his head against the arm Charlie was using to hold his reins once the other horse had finished investigating.

Charlie half reached out a hand towards Arielle when she stumbled forward, Riot having pushed her from behind, but she straightened herself up before he needed to give her any help, so he dropped his hand to his side again, chuckling along with her when she laughed. He adored Dawson, and couldn’t be happier with his easy going nature, but he guessed he sort of wanted a horse that could be a bit more of a challenge, to go along with him. And Dawson’s fetish for stealing hats from people’s heads just didn’t really cut it in that department.

“How long have you had him?” he asked.

I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU

tagged Arielle & Emma
words 326
muse Fire In The Sky – John Butler Trio
notes Ohmyword that was pure suckage.
credits Lyrics - Someone Like You - Boys Like Girls. Template by Irish.

[arielleclemons]

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HERE'S MY HOLLYWOOD ENDING CALLING
every day fades to black
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After Arielle's mishap with Riot, she was feeling less confident about getting back on. She knew at some point she'd have to get on him and start his training, but Arielle didn't have the experience or the courage to know exactly what to with him. Maybe she just needed to start over and go from the ground up? The answers were obviously not with her at the moment. These thoughts cluttered her mind as she attempted to focus on Dawson and Riot, who were apparently friendly acquaintences now. A smile appeared on her features as Riot edged forward yet again, exchanging scents with the seemingly calm and mellow Dawson. He was so curious, and Arielle loved that in a horse. It was one of her favorite qualities, even if it got the horse in trouble once or twice. Once Riot was finished, he stomped a foot with impatience and whinnied, the noise leaving her ears ringing. "Have some manners, please?" She spoke, another chuckle escaping her lips.

"How long have you had him?" He asked her. Arielle only had to think for a few moments before her answer came to her. "I'd say around two days. He was a going away present, I guess." Shrugging, Arielle turned to look at the gelding beside her, the Quarter horse's ears pricked straight forward towards Dawson. A very last minute decision, yes, but still a going away present. She was glad now that she had accepted the offer, but still didn't quite understand why she had wanted to give Riot to her. His previous owner was such a talented rider; she could've taken him to the top. But, according to Jackie, she had the common sense and education to succeed in the business, even if she didn't go to college.

"How long have you had Dawson?" She questioned Charlie, interested in his and Dawson's history, as well. Her big, chocolaty-brown eyes looked at him, waiting for his reply. She appreciated Charlie; he was so nice and charming at the same time. She hadn't met a lot of people in Addison, yet, so she hoped that Charlie and her could become friends. She wanted to be able to hang out with someone in Addison. It would drive her crazy sitting in her apartment on Saturdays, eating pizza and watching TV. She couldn't live her life that way; it was crazy. Arielle figured her horses would keep her busy enough, but she needed a life too. Pondering all of these thoughts, she came to the point where she had the courage to get a move on in Addison, starting with her horse. Something needed to work here, even if it meant overcoming the pain.

She checked the girth and attempted to mount, only to get stuck halfway up again. Dropping to the ground, she gave a pleading look towards Charlie. "Do you mind helping me up?" Once the question lingered in the air, she flipped the remaining rein over his neck and zipped up her fleece, ready to get the job done, even if it meant she'd be out her for an hour or so. Maybe Charlie would ride with her; he had only seemed to have ridden for a short while, considering Dawson hadn't even broken a sweat. She couldn't tell for sure, though. He might be very conditioned. It's spring, she thought. Everyone's horses haven't been ridden a lot, unless they faced the cold every day.

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POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: hey monday
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 571.. excuse the rambles.
COMMENTS: it's time to get this thing rolling. baha. xD

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[emmaleepearson]

what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath

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“That’s some going away present,” Charlie answered, grinning at Arielle again. He had bought Dawson himself when he was nineteen, with some of Lena’s help, of course. She had bought Lily only a few months before...a mistake, in his opinion, but he wasn’t going to say anything about it anymore, she was already considering selling the Thoroughbred mare, these days it was too much of a risk to ride her. He had bought him from a breeder’s farm when the gelding was about four, with some training but he’d had to do most of it himself, with the help of the trainer at their barn. It had taken a while but it had been worth it, and he guessed it was lucky Dawson had never been a really difficult horse to work with.

He quickly calculated in his head. “I’d say about...seven years now? I’ve had him since he was four, and he’s eleven now,” he answered, reaching over to give Dawson another pat on the neck. The gelding bobbed his head slightly; obviously he knew they were talking about him, before reaching out slightly to sniff near Arielle. He loved people, which was great thing when you had to catch him out in the paddocks, he rarely took off when he saw the lead. And even Lena would let Jessie up on him for a walk around one of the arenas, he seemed to know that he had to be more careful and calm when she was on his back. And today wasn’t any different, he wanted to get closer to Arielle for a pat, so Charlie let him take a step closer.

It was refreshing, talking to someone outside of family, or work. He was relaxed, she was easy to talk to, thankfully, and he needed friends, if she wanted to be. He had Lena, but she was his sister, so it didn’t really feel the same, and she had her own problems to deal with, so sometimes he didn’t feel like he could talk to her about a lot of things. There was Diego, but he was far from a friend. And he knew Bryce was in town, even though he hadn’t exactly stopped by to say hello yet, he probably thought Charlie had no clue that he was living in Addison now. He watched her check Riot’s girth, before trying to mount up again, but got stuck half way up, before dropping back to the ground.

“Sure,” he agreed, letting go of Dawson after a moment’s decision, trusting the Hanoverian to not move while he stepped forward to give Arielle a leg up. He helped her on with ease, she was light, and it wasn’t exactly as if he had no muscle on him to speak of, he was quite fit, he had to be, really. “Wanna show us what you’ve got?” he asked, grinning at her as he stepped back to Dawson and remounted himself, he hadn’t gotten much of a ride in before the incident, and he wasn’t going to just stop now. He didn’t have work today so he had all day to waste at the barn if he felt like it.

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Tagged Arielle
Words 529
Outfit cominggg
Muse Haunted - Taylor Swift
Notes I need more coffee o.o And sorry, my internet was being stupid again -.-

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[arielleclemons]

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HERE'S MY HOLLYWOOD ENDING CALLING
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“That’s some going away present,” Charlie said in response, a grin being casted towards her. She returned the grin, her tones light and gentle. "No kidding," Her own smile remained constant as she brushed her bangs back with her fingers, shifting her weight. He was so easy to talk to, it almost made her wonder if he was really as nice as he appeared to be. She chuckled internally at this thought, knowing it was just her being the second-guessing person she was. Before she could think one more discouraging thought, Charlie had answered her question concerning how long he's owned Dawson. “I’d say about...seven years now? I’ve had him since he was four, and he’s eleven now,” Arielle nodded, obviously very impressed. She could only imagine how much work he'd probably put into him in the past seven years.

Dawson stepped towards her, nudging her in the stomach. He obviously wanted to investigate, but more so wanted a pat. Arielle obliged, patting his neck and brushing his forelock to the side. Riot seemed quite interested as well, so he too took a step forward, his nose bumping against Dawson's neck. Once Arielle had given him his desired pat, Arielle backed the gelding up, placing him where he was previously. He willingly did so, his feet moving quickly and gracefully. She gave him a pat on the neck once he was standing still, her body turning to face Charlie's. She was amazed at how well she and Charlie got along, not that it was hard for people to get along with her. She assumed that he was pretty easy-going as well, which made their personalities get along well together.

Charlie agreed to give her a lift, and soon he was almost effortlessly giving her a leg up. Smoothly, she landed in the saddle, Riot standing very still as she did so. Patting him, she smiled at Charlie and watched him walk over to Dawson, him mounting up as well. "Thanks," she said, acknowledging his kindness. Riot was a little shaken up after the collision, so it took Arielle a few minutes to get him listening. She walked around the area, always keeping in mind where Dawson and Charlie were. She was a little nervous, considering he was probably watching her, but she handled the emotions well and kept breathing, her body soft and not tense. She had Riot in just a plain snaffle, which was a lot gentler than he had had. Riot was hard in the bridle at first, but with a little bending and patience, he quickly became supple and did as Arielle told him to. When Arielle had jogged around a little bit, she heard Charlie's voice sound towards her. She stopped Riot, her focus completely on Charlie.

“Wanna show us what you’ve got?” He said, her smile turning into a teasing grin. She was ready for the challenge. "Sure, I guess. It'll be interesting.. this is the first time I've ridden him!" Arielle called. In response to his proposal, she asked Riot for a working trot, gathering her reins and softening him slowly. Once he was somewhat collected, she urged him into the canter, an unexpected lope coming out of him. Looks like he knows a lot more than I thought, she thought to herself. Impressed, the female asked him to lengthen his stride, and soon they were extending the lope and going into a full-out canter. Arielle's balance in the saddle helped her, for softening him was definitely trickier at the canter than at the trot. Soon enough, she had collected him the best she could, her body soft and moving with ease. Riot seemed affected by this, for his tensed body slowly was relieved and he started breathing as well when she really got into it. Now was the fun part.

She prepared herself for the stop, but Riot beat her to it. He flung himself backwards, the stop as sudden as it could be. She asked for the back once he had situated himself, his feet moving faster than any horse she had ever ridden. Smiling, she tried for more, he heart racing as she asked for the pivot. He braced himself against her leg a little, but with some encouragement he went into it, his speed not the greatest but not bad at all. She wasn't asking him to spin, either - that was something she didn't want to take chances with. Once she supposed she had gotten the best out of him, she loped off, coming around the arena to where Charlie was. Out of breath, she smiled, patting Riot. He wasn't the least bit tired after that feat, which impressed the female even more.

"Now it's your turn," She told him, her breathing heavy as she gave Riot some slack in the reins.

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POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: hey monday
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 802
COMMENTS: woot. xD

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[emmaleepearson]

what if i dive off the edge of my life
and there's nothing beneath

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"No kidding," she answered, and Charlie had to let a small grin creep across his face at that. It was the sort of answer he would’ve expected from Alexa...was there a time where he would ever be unbroken after all of that? And when he would stop thinking of her all the time? Maybe he just didn’t have anything to help him heal from it all yet. She had left a pretty big scar, she was definitely the first woman he had ever loved that deeply, but he wasn’t even sure if she felt the same way, or did, but couldn’t handle it. He probably should have turned her down the second time she came back, but he had let himself slip far too easily into their normal routine, without even a second thought about it.

The tug of Dawson’s reins as he stepped closer to Arielle pulled Charlie away from those thoughts, so he could focus properly on the conversation in front of him. Yes, it was definitely going to be a long, slow process, he thought. He was the type of person who needed a distraction in order to keep their mind off something, and the longer he was distracted, the easier it was for him to forget that he had been hurt or upset in the first place, and for him to stop thinking about the cause. Sure, he had Lena and the kids, and Dawson, but there was something lacking that meant that they alone just weren’t working very well.

“No problem,” he answered, giving Arielle another smile after he had given her slender frame a leg up into Riot’s saddle, keeping a careful eye on the Quarter Horse, knowing that he was probably still a little shaken up from their earlier incident. Different from Dawson, definitely, but then again, he knew the Hanoverian gelding as well as he knew the back of his own hand, and knew that the horse was mostly unflappable, and would calm down in an instant.

He settled himself into Dawson’s saddle, the well worn leather underneath him was comfortable, but he guessed he was probably going to need to get a new saddle soon, this one was getting on in years and was starting to wear out. Maybe it was just his aversion to change that hadn’t made him get a new one before now. He felt Dawson shift into a more relaxed position underneath him as he watched Arielle put Riot through his paces, impressed with what he saw coming from the young horse, although he still didn’t know too much about the western discipline.

He dropped the reins, confident that Dawson wasn’t going to move once he felt the slack in his reins, giving her a congratulatory clap and grin. “Pretty smooth,” he said, picking up the reins again and gathering them up to a preferable length. He couldn’t quite remember the last time he had properly ridden with someone, actually. He hadn’t even been on a trail with Lena in a while, mostly because she hadn’t really wanted to ride Lily lately, and he didn’t blame her. The mare was getting worse and worse as time went on, and she couldn’t afford to get injured riding her these days.

He urged Dawson forward, not that it took much, a slight tap of the heels and the gelding had stopped dozing and was walking forwards, then to a trot when Charlie urged him into one, sitting for about half of the time, and posting for the rest. Their forte was mostly in the jump and hunter rings, so the only flat work he really did with him was a few flying lead changes, smooth ones, pleased with the gelding, knowing how long it had taken to get them perfected. The next thing he aimed for was a set of relatively low training jumps on the other side of the arena, asking him for a steadily paced canter, they took the two set up easily, Dawson was used to jumping much higher so it almost felt like they were just stepping over them.

Slowing him down a few strides after the second jump, back down to a trot, then gradually a walk, he returned back to where Arielle and Riot were waiting, Dawson bright eyed and alert now, evidently he wasn’t ready to go back in to the barn yet. Charlie grinned at her again. “You’re probably better off watching us in the show ring if you really want to see him strutt his stuff,” he said, patting the chestnut’s neck once he had halted him.

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Tagged Arielle
Words 767
Outfit cominggg
Muse Half Glass Full of Wine - Tame Impala
Notes 767? Not bad. I think my Charlie muse is coming back after I reread a few old posts of his xD

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[arielleclemons]

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PYRAMID, WE BUILT THIS ON A SOLID ROCK
it feels like it's heaven's touch
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Once Arielle had loped the gelding around the arena and back to Charlie, she halted him, Riot's ears flickering back and forth in anticipation. He was trained very well, obviously, and seemed to always do more than asked. She granted him another pat as Charlie started to clap, his vocals coming out through his grin. “Pretty smooth,” He spoke, Arielle blushing a little as she jokingly bowed in the saddle, a minute pain shooting up her torso as she did so. Arielle wasn't surprised; she had fallen quite hard when Riot spooked. Straightening up, her lips curled into a breath-taking smile as she nodded, leaning down to stroke Riot's neck again. "Why, thank you. Autographs and flash photography will be available later in my booth." Her sarcastic notes were smooth and connected, her grin still radiant as she brushed her bangs back, the locks of hair falling loosely in response.

Arielle told Charlie it was his turn, so he set off with Dawson at the trot. The twenty-one-year-old smiled at him the whole time, intently watching his every move. She was very impressed with the other gelding's gaits; they were appealing to her taste. Soon enough, he had taken Dawson to the training jumps on the other end of the arena, moving him up into a canter. She assumed he jumped much higher than that, for the gelding effortlessly went over them. Riot stood calmly underneath her, perfectly happy with standing still after what she made him do. He watched the other horses go around the arena, some of them going over the practice jumps as well or just making their way around the large rail.

Riding with someone else was much more fun that being alone, for sure. There were always laughs and smiles, and even more so great riding. Even though Charlie rode in a completely different discipline than she, Arielle used to do jumpers back when she was younger and understood what had to be done. She hadn't jumped in a while, though; that was back in her early teenage years. She had switched to western because she wanted something different at the time, and was getting bored with just jumping. When Cadence came to her old boarding farm, she had willingly taken the opportunity to finish him and show him in western pleasure. His owner eventually sold him to her, and Arielle couldn't have been happier with that decision. She made a mental note to ride him later; she hadn't done so since she had arrived in Addison.

Arielle was completely zoned out in her thoughts, so when Charlie rode over she practically jumped out of the saddle. He halted beside her, a grin spread across his features. “You’re probably better off watching us in the show ring if you really want to see him strut his stuff,” A laugh escaped the female's lips, her focus now on Charlie. "Oh, I'm sure he does. He has that super star look to him, you know. She lips curled yet again into a grin, her joking tone of voice reflecting on her appearance. She must seem like her lips were cemented into a smile; after all, she couldn't help it every time a joke was told or something clever was said. She was so comfortable around Charlie, even though they only met a matter of minutes ago. It was weird, to tell the truth. She couldn't remember the last time this had happened to her, that is, if it ever had. She imagined that she would have around previous boyfriends, but she couldn't place her finger on it.

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POST STATUS: done!
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: charice; edited lyrics for size reasons
COSTARRING: irish - charlie cordell
TAKING PLACE: the outdoor arena
WORD COUNT: 601
COMMENTS: yeah.. arielle's already starting to wonder! no worries - she won't realize anything until i give her permission xD

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