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Post by karleeb on Jan 1, 2011 14:10:49 GMT -8
Luke hadn't visited his mare Whisky in a while. He couldn't ride her, she was a bronc horse. He could ride her bareback, but not with a saddle on. He rode her to practice his bronc riding, for he wanted to be a professional someday. His ultimate dream was to be a world champion roper, but bronc riding was his second love. Luke was sitting on the wood rail fence in the pasture with his guitar slung in front of him. Music was his secret love, he never sung or played guitar in front of people. It was embarrassing. Macho man, quarter back of the football team, playing guitar and singing? He already got made fun of enough from the guys because he rode horses.
"Hey girl." He said softly as Whisky nuzzled his leg. The palomino mare was very sweet until you put a saddle on her. Luke wanted someday to train her to be a roping horse. He had an amazing roping horse, Ace, but he had a stronger connection with Whisky. He stroked her head, while keeping his balance on the fence post. He started a hum a song slightly, then started to play his guitar. Each string tuned perfectly as he strummed. He had not seen his girlfriend, Alex, in a while. He feared that he may have moved too quickly with her. He didn't want to be pushy, but she was irristable. Maybe it was time to move on. Luke was not the type of guy to stick to one girl, anyways. He liked to play the feild.
" Baby, baby blue eyes.. stay with me by my side..." Luke sung quietly, the song Baby Blue Eyes by a Rocket To The Moon. His voice escalated slightly as he sung. He didn't realize it. He admired the band, but didn't tell anybody, for it was a male band focused towards a female audiance. Country music was his favorite, but he knew every song from A Rocket To The Moon on his guitar, and every word for it. " My eyes don't belive her but my heart swears by her baby, baby blue eyes... Whisky tossed her head around a bit, before proceeding to trot around the small paddok. Luke laughed, and continued to strum the guitar and sing the song that was playing rampidly in his mind.
Luke stopped playing, and Whisky walked back over. Your my best girl, aren't you? Nobody will ever replace you. It would be embarrassing for him if anouther guy, esspecialy one of the guys on the team, saw how affectionate he ways towards his horse. He had an impecable reputation as a player, a cheater, and a liar, then he's here being all sweet and loving to a horse. He would probably die on spot if somebody saw him, accept maybe a female. Girls liked that stuff, he thought they did anyways. He never really took the time in any relationship to get to know a girl. He sighed and rubbed Whiskeys ears, while she placed her head against his knee's while he sat on the fence post.
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Post by blakee on Jan 1, 2011 14:32:55 GMT -8
ENTER Luke & Bacardi "i don't like you, either. but we have to work together."
"God damnit, Bacardi!" The scream of the black stallion sounded a lot like laughter to the boy who was now on the ground and covered in more dirt than before. Luke slammed his fists into the ground and stood, grabbing the stallion's nose and turning to stare into those dark, dark eyes. "Listen to me. I don't like you, either. But we have to get along," he snarled. Brushing some of the dust from his jeans, Luke wrapped his hands in the reins before pulling himself back into the saddle. "Easy, you living beast of testastrone." The weariness began to set in, but Bacardi listened for now and the two were on their way at a slow trot. Luke grumbled, going on and on to himself about how much he hated it here. What was the point? Uncle Keith couldn't do anything for him anyway. Spending new years cleaning out horse stables. Yeah. That was a blast.
It's been almost a week since Luke was dropped off at his uncle's house to spend the next couple of months. Yeah. That's just peachy. He sighed and shook his head, knowing that this situation was going to get much worse before it got any better. He glared off over the horizon, looking out over Crossfire Farms in all it's splendor. It really is a nice place, but that didn't make it home. But then again, what was home? Thoughts raged inside of his head as he began to regain the movement with Bacardi, the two matching with every roll of muscle. His head began to hang in defeat. His own mother sending him away. Why? Because he was trying to get rid of the ass hole that was hurting her? Or was it because she finally had enough with him? Not that any of that mattered. He was here now and not there.
Pushing his rough hand through his sandy hair, he sighed again and looked forward. There was nothing for him here. Nothing that would make everything change, anyway. Sure it was nice to be back on Bacardi, but that didn't change much. Luke ran his hand along the top of Bacardi's head and laughed softly to himself. "You ain't too bad," he said softly. However, it was too soon to believe that horse and man would become the best of friends. As the two rounded near the paddoks, Bacardi's mood towards his owner changed once again. Rearing back, he let out a powerful scream that sent Luke back to the ground and Bacardi taring off for the fence. "Bacardi! he shouted, rolling over and coughing from the rising dust. "Bacardi, you ass hole!" He stood slowly and walked towards the black Missouri Fox Trotter that was, indeed, living up to his name.
Luke couldn't help but roll his eyes at the way Bacardi was strutting before the mares inside the fence. "Show off," he muttered, walking still to his horse. He noticed then another was near by. He coughed and hardened himself quickly, nodding in the direction of the other boy. Bacardi moved away as Luke moved near. Soon, Luke was near the other person and still didn't have Bacardi's reins. "I'm gonna make jerky outta you!" he spat and lurched out, snatching Bacardi's reins and pulling him in.
muse not too shabby. notes
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Post by shoane on Jan 1, 2011 14:41:29 GMT -8
Kat walked through the pasture areas with her beloved mare Sahara. "You're a good girl. aren't you?" she murmered and patted her beautiful black neck. Kat ember eyes seemed to glow when she was having fun, there was no better companion than Sahara. The mare took care of her when she was sad, and Kat swore she and Sahara could read each other's mind.
Without Sahara, Kat would have never find happiness after her dad's accident. She had to let go of her riches but at least she had Sahara.
Sahara nickered at another horse, Kat turned her head to look at a boy playing his guiter and hanging out with his horse. Kat quickly turned around, attempting to walk away before he saw her, she was horrible at making new friends and probably would blabber awkwardly until he thought she was a freak. But of course she had to trip over a bucket in her haste, the bucket clattered loudly to the ground and she winced on the floor.
Since during her fall, she let go of the leadrope and Sahara trotted curiously to the boy and his horse. "Sorry!" she called and stood up, her almost white cheeks flushed red as she hurried to get Sahara.
She then turned around to see another boy, who obviously was having trouble with his horse. Her cheeks flushed even brighter, she could see it all over, Katrina Ember the freak, who apperntly falls over buckets right in front of two kids her age. She didn't relate to kids her age, she didn't know why, she definetly wasn't a nerd, she got Fs all the time and she didn't think she looked bad. "Sahara!" she called.
Sahara didn't want to go back to her owner, she thought she had found a new friend, suddenly she saw a stallion. The day was going fine for her, though her owner. She snuffled the boy's pocket to see if he had any carrots, hoping today might get even more better than it already was.
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Post by kbetzina on Jan 1, 2011 16:52:16 GMT -8
Luke was lost in his own thoughts. Whisky listening happily and enjoying having her head scratched. She was a broodmare as well, and Luke wanted to breed her to a quarter horse or a paint. He loved quarter horses and paints, they where all he ever had. Eights was a his everything horse, he was a quarter. Ace, his roping horse, was a paint. And then Whisky was a quarter horse. He felt they where athletic and had great, willing minds. He was not the kind of guy who would ever be caught riding english or on a warmblood. They where not his style. He thought most guys who did ride english looked funny, but that was just his thoughts. Many guys rode english.He was all cowboy. Now girls riding english, that was hot.
All of a sudden, chaos seemed to erupt. I'm gonna make jerky out of you! Luke was slightly startled at the eruption. He hadn't noticed the boy and the stallion before. Horse jerky. My favorite. He didn't really hold a smile, more like a sarcastic tone, but not rude. Do you need some help? Luke was a bronc rider and rodeo-er. He had trained all of his horses for what they do, he was good with horses. He knew how to handle a stallion. Whisky definatly noticed it was a stallion on the other side of the fence, and tore off towards the fence where the stallion was. Ears forward, tail flagged. She was excited.
Luke noticed a girl, who tripped over a bucket but a moment after he noticed her. He had not seen the bucket before. Her horse came over and Luke pet her, and before he got a chance to grab the mare for the girl, the mare had started trotting around. He groaned as Whisky started to flag her tail around the black stallion on the other side of the fence. Whisky! Knock it off! He knew better than to get in between a mare and her stallion, and he didnt have a halter on her or anything. Hopefully the stallions handler would get him away.
Luke set his guitar down, forgetting the fact that people had heard him sing, and went over to the fence, trying to shoo Whisky away. " Im Luke, by the way." He said to the stallions handler, and the girl who had lost her horse. He smiled when he caught the girls eye. He was a flirt and a socialite. Despite the horsie-chaos going around, he still found it appropriate to flirt and chat.
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Post by blakee on Jan 1, 2011 17:12:44 GMT -8
LUKE 'FREAKIN' FERRARO [/font] "this isn't the way it's supposed to be."[/size][/color] Luke looked up, raising an eyebrow to the girl who attempted to get away unnoticed. Apparently that wasn't going to work out well for her considering she make quite a loud noise. He cleared his throat and yanked on Bacardi's reins harder. He glared at the black stallion and was in a huff whenever he turned to look at the girl who was attempting to take off. "Are you.. alright?" he questioned, doubt clear in his voice. His eyes shifted between the girl and the boy that sat on the fence. He grumbled quietly and brushed his hand through his shorn hair again and yanked on Bacardi once more for good measure. Damn horse.. I should run you through a pack of coyotes..
Bacardi had other plans, apparently. While Luke was attempting to gain his barrings, Bacardi was yanking away and going towards both of the mares. The large stallion was apparently confused as to what to do with himself considering there were two very pretty mares and one lucky him. "Ohh no you don't, you rouge. You're not making anymore horses. You've got enough back home," he scolded and snatched Bacardi's reins once more and pulling him away from the fence and keeping the reins tight in his fist. The stallion wanted nothing to do with that and bit Luke's arm before trotting away and shaking his but at his owner for good measure.
As Luke was about to bound off again after his horse, the other boy introduced himself. "Pleasure. Name's Luke Ferraro," he grunted and nodded his head again. "You got a very pretty girl right there," he said, motioning towards the mare inside the fence. Thoughts ran through his mind and he was thankful for that fence and that- Damnit! Luke took off after Bacardi again, wrapping his fingers around the halter and dragging him back over to his side to stand before Luke. "He likes everyone but me." Bacardi showed it as he nudged the other boy's arm with affection, then went back to looking over the mares.
[/blockquote] DEAR GOD, YOU'VE TAKEN 355 OF MY FRIENDS AND LEFT ME HERE AT thread name. I NOW HAVE LUKE AND KATRINA AND I AM PRAYING THAT YOU DON'T TAKE THEM, TOO. I AM FEELING ALRIGHT AND I CAN'T STAND IT. ONLY ANBERLIN IS MAKING THE PAIN SUBSIDE.
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Post by shoane on Jan 2, 2011 11:32:11 GMT -8
OOC: I think it's Karlee's turn, right?
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Post by kbetzina on Jan 2, 2011 12:07:30 GMT -8
^^ Yes Katrina its my turn Im actualy posting with Luke I just used the wrong account last time by accident
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Post by shoane on Jan 2, 2011 21:33:16 GMT -8
Kat was ready to bolt, too late, she thought, they probably would have already seen her. She confirmed her fears when the boy riding the stallion asked if she was alright, she nodded quickly and said, "You saw that?" She looked and saw Sahara, the boy on the fence tried to catch her but she started trotting in circles. Kat groaned, could this day get any better?, she asked herself sarcastically.
Then the other boy said his name was Luke, Kat thought it was a pretty nice name, but she looked quickly away when he smiled at her. Everything inside her head told her to run, to bolt for it before she made a greater fool of herself, but she bravely walked up to the boys. She nodded a hello to the other boy when he introduced himself as Luke Ferrero. "I'm Kat." she said shyly then whisteled for Sahara.
Sahara decided she would behave, after all she loved Kat more than anything in the world. She trotted up to Kat and nuzzled her. Kat grabbed the leadrope and smiled, "Silly girl." she said ignoring the boys for a sec. She pulled back her beautiful red hair, revealing her emerald eyes and kissed Sahara's muzzle. Sahara stomped and looked at the boy on the fence, inspecting him. She decided he was a nice human and nuzzled his arm.
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Post by shoane on Jan 11, 2011 18:30:50 GMT -8
OOC: Srry, I'm such a jerk for saying this but are you guys still there?
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