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Post by wintec on Jan 1, 2011 19:06:50 GMT -8
 
A horse trainer, why had he chosen such an unruly career. He had been grooming his project mare Libby when she decided it would be comical to kick out at him. Let’s just say the mare has good aim; she nailed him straight in the knee. Bent over in pain, Kane gave the palomino mare a piece of his mind. He gave her quite a strong smack on the shoulder, the obnoxious mare he absolutely hated had to be disciplined. Grasping his knee, Kane limped in front of the mare, clipping on her lead rope. He unsnapped her from the cross ties and dragged her towards her stall. In one last attempt to drive Kane wild she nipped at his hand. He quickly pulled his hand away and drug the mare through the stall door. He slipped off her halter and slid the door shut with a rather loud bang. He peeked through the bars and watched as the satisfied mare munched happily on her hay. “You better believe you are getting the workout of your life tonight,” he mumbled to the proud mare. He truly hated that horse.
Kane had planned on lunging Libby but the fact that his knee was killing him convinced him to put their training session on hold. Limping towards the cross ties, Kane picked up Libby’s grooming box and stored it in the small tack room. He quickly swept up before heading towards the lounge; at a significantly slower pace than usual. He pushed open the door to reveal the nicely sized sitting room complete with kitchenette and flat screen TV. Pain shot through his knee as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Kane hobbled toward the small fridge. Opening the top door, foggy frost poured out at him as he searched for an icepack. The blue pack was hidden beneath a box of old popsicles and a make-it-yourself pizza. Grabbing the pack and a towel, Kane managed to make it to the sofa. He slowly collapsed onto the green cushions. Kicking off his boots and pulling up his jean leg, Kane revealed the battered knee; it was already starting to bruise. Pressing the towel containing the icepack on his skin, Kane winced. Laying back on the couch he let the pain run its course as his knee slowly became numb from the cold pack.
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, kaitlyn mchail [mariah]
they’re all, 391
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ i am really excited about these two! ”
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Jan 1, 2011 23:15:52 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
Leading the dark bay in to the barn, Kaitlyn shoved her hands in to her hoodie pocket and pulled out her cell phone that vibrated in her pocket. Glancing down at the caller ID, she sighed down at her father's number. She still wasn't over the whole "I'm sick of you moping around and doing nothing, go do something with your life" speech he had gave her and then proceeded to kick her sorry ass out of the house shipping her off to Texas. Although she didn't mind it here now, finally getting her life back to an extent where she was able to stand on her own two solid feet. Hitting reject, she shoved it back in her pocket before parking Ace in to the cross-ties and giving him a pat on the neck.
It hadn't been a hard work out for the bay gelding, just a light walk, trot, canter with a bit of lateral movement thrown in to keep him working. Some half passes at the trot, leg yields and walk pirouttes- just things to keep him moving and supple. Pulling off his bridle, she let him stand there without a halter on to itch his face before sliding it over his face and clipping the cross-ties on to the halter. He wasn't even sweaty, or all that hairy considering Winter wasn't quite over yet, but he hadn't been clipped at all. Being from California and being a complete baby about the cold, she didn't have any intentions on riding him much until the weather started to warm up again, which it was now. Only having to wear a sweater over a long sleeved shirt was still cold in her mind, but better than her having to wear a thousand layers.
Pulling off his tack and setting it down, she threw the wool cooler over his back while she put everything away. He wasn't one that required a lot, he didn't even need a martingale. That was the nice thing about him, he was easy to deal with on the ground and under saddle. Returning back in the alley, she gave him a quick grooming before putting on his blankets and tucking him back in to his stall. Rubbing her cold hands on her breeches, she made her way in to the lounge where it a lot warmer than the barn. She was surprised to see someone in the lounge with an ice pack on their knee, and worst of all he looked really familiar. She studied him for a moment before wandering over to the kettle and hitting the button to turn it on.
Where had she seen him before? She knew it was somewhere. She was horrible with faces and names, but he was all too familiar.
"Hey," she said. "Are you alright?"
[/color] She asked referring to his knee. - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- kane weston
WORD COUNT-- tolazytocount // complete
NOTES-- this sucks, sorry xD
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Post by wintec on Jan 2, 2011 7:18:23 GMT -8
It seemed like hours he had been lying on that couch; it had only been half. The longer he sat there the idea of even lounging that mare was drifting from his mind. There is always tomorrow, right? Then again, what if tomorrow never came? There was always that possibility. His parents thought they were going to make it until the next day but then BOOM! The idea of putting things off until “tomorrow” always bothered Kane, there was always that chance he would never get to do it. The thought of his parents always made him a bit uneasy. He shifted uncomfortably on the cushions, trying to push the image of his father and mother out of his head.
Shortly after adjusting his ice pack, Kane heard the lounge door open. He wasn’t truly concerned with who it was, most everyone knew what a pest Libby was and wouldn’t expect Kane not to be injured. He waited patiently for the footsteps to walk in his direction. He knew exactly who it was just at the sound of her voice, however, he wasn’t completely convinced that she remembered him. It was that idea of a horse show family, you tried to get to know everyone so that you had someone to hang with every weekend. He vaguely recalled hanging with this particular girl several times. Turning to face the source of the familiar voice his suspicions were finalized. Yes indeed, Miss Kaitlyn McHail.
Confusion overcame Kane at this point. The last he had heard, Kaitlyn was living in California. Laughing slightly, Kane answered her. ”Oh this?” he said, shifting his ice pack again, “This is nothing, just a mere taste of what a horse who hasn’t learned you shouldn’t abuse the hand that feeds you can do,” he laughed, a charming smile spreading across his face, “ Kaitlyn McHail , correct?” Kane’s eyes shown bright in hopes that she would remember him. However, just to be on the safe side he introduced himself, well, sorta. “Kane,” he paused, smiling bigger than ever, “Kane Weston,”
hey it’s, finished!
cause you’re awesome, kaitlyn mchail [mariah]
they’re all, 343
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ kinda crappy but Kane is in an awkward i remember you state haha ”
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Post by kaitlynmchail on Jan 2, 2011 17:49:41 GMT -8
i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like. - - - - - - - - - -
Jumping up on the counter to sit down and crossed her thin legs. Tapping her feet together slightly as she craned around to get a cup and a bag of tea out of the cupboard. Blinding reaching in, she grabbed the first box that she could get her hands on before pulling out the bag of peppermint tea. Setting that and the cup on the counter, she leaned back against cupboards. Taking the Charles Owen helmet off her head, she also set that down beside her. Running her fingers through the long chestnut ringlets as she took her hair out of the ponytail, letting it fall down past the bottom of her shoulder blades. Blue eyes looked over at the handsome, familiar figure as he answered her.
If she hadn't been in a good mood, she probably would have made a snide comment about his knee and it being obvious. She was surprised how easy going he was about the whole situation, if that would have been her who just kicked she would have been ready to take someone's head off without much warning. He looked over at her after his comment and smiled, she returned the gesture. For a mere moment she thought of Magic at the comment of him getting kicked. There had been many times where she had been dodging bared teeth and flailing hooves heading in her direction. Even though the mare had been a complete bitch, she loved her with all her heart.
It had been almost three years since she had lost the mare, the familiar pain tugged at her heart. Looking up at him as he said her name, she knew that he was familiar. She felt like a total dumb ass right now seeing that he knew who she was and she just couldn't figure it out. "Yup," she said simply, looking over at the kettle that had just boiled. Pouring the hot water in the cup, she grasped it between her cold hands and waited for the tea to steep. He introduced himself, and that's when the missing link connected. Horse shows- Kane, that all made sense now. "Oh!"
[/color] She smiled at him a bit wider now, "I knew I recognized you. What brings you to the small town of Addison?"[/color] - - - - - - - - - -
RESERVED FOR-- kane weston
WORD COUNT-- 383 // complete
NOTES-- x3
CREDITS -- images/text banners etc all copyright to their respectful owners. C:
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Post by wintec on Jan 4, 2011 16:30:10 GMT -8
post coming tomorrow, sorry i'm a bit behind in school work  |
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