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Post by arielleclemons on Dec 18, 2010 12:27:24 GMT -8
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GOT THIS CRAZY KIND OF FEELING
that i can't explain
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Waking up at six in the morning was something Arielle did best. In the case of this morning, it came in handy. Today was moving day. Even though it was only twenty miles to Dallas from her father's home in Irving, it still seemed like a big event for the twenty-year-old female. Her father had put up a lecture this morning of how she was growing into an adult more and more as the days went by, and that she needed to make good decisions and be the mature young lady she was. It wasn't like she hadn't had the speech before, but she acknowledged his words for the fifth time and gave him a big hug before she left. Now, it was just Arielle and her five-year-old Quarter horse, Cadence.
Her father's old, beat up truck groaned as the weight of the empty horse trailer was added to the forward movement. Rumbling down the driveway, it made its way steadily towards the road, and everything of Arielle's past was getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror. The tool shed, where there were more hiding spots than tools; the pig barn, where the female's countless pigs were raised over the years and taken the fair; the many acres surrounding the property, that Arielle always insisted could house three or more horses for her whole family to ride--the list went on and on. She had to leave it behind. Twenty miles seemed like all around the world right now, but Arielle made herself remember that she would visit as much as she could. It was hard to visualize that statement she made earlier this morning at the moment.
Less than a mile down the road, she went to pick up her beloved animal that lived at the boarding farm she had spent most of her younger life at. The owner of the farm, a childhood trainer and friend, stood at the porch step of her home, watching as Arielle loaded all of her belongings into her trailer and her truck, which was packed tight in the first place. When the last grooming bag was set down into the tack room of the trailer, Jackie, the owner, came down and shared a hug with her. A few tears were shed, but nothing too serious. This was a big deal for both of them, but Arielle couldn't even comprehend what was going through Jackie's mind. "After all these years, I feel like I've raised you. I just want you to know that I love you and you are going to be famous one day, I'm telling you."
[/color] She spoke, a smile resting on her lips. More tear-soaked smiles and another hug later, a new look was cast onto Jackie's face. "Stay right there. I'll be right back."[/color] That was all she said before she went in and out of the barn, leading Riot, a five-year-old Quarter horse with bloodlines to make any reining horse look like a fool. "Here. Please take him, free of charge. I know you'll do better with him than I will. I wouldn't show to save my life, anyway!"[/color] She chuckled a little bit, and Arielle gasped, shaking her head no. "I couldn't--I wouldn't. You payed so much money for him, please keep him." Struck with astonishment, Arielle gaped even more when Jackie loaded the five-year-old into the trailer. "Looks like your missing some tack. Here, I'll help you get it." Jackie ran into the barn, coming out with his Riot's saddle, a saddle pad, a couple bridles and bits, and a grooming kit. She put them into the trailer, and slammed the door. "There you go. Now get that bay in there; you've got to get those horses to their new home."[/color] Arielle smiled immensely, and hugged the woman with all her might. "Thank you. So, so much." She broke free from the hug, and loaded Cadence. Once every last bit of tack was in the trailer and the horses were tied, noses stuffed in their hay bags, Arielle took off, giving Jackie a departing wave. She'd be back. That was the one thing for sure about her future. - - - - Once she got to Crossfire Farms, she pulled open the door of her trailer and unloaded the horses. Cadence was in her left hand, and Riot in her right as she led them to what seemed to be the main barn. Soon, she found two freshly bedded stalls ready for her horses, glad that she called ahead of time. She put them in their assigned stalls and gave them some water, letting them unwind a little bit after the trailer ride. Riot was a little uneasy about being in a different place; after all, he had been moved around a lot as a two-year-old before he was placed at Jackie's farm. Stroking his sleek, dun neck, she found that Cadence, who was right next door, was just standing there, looking attentive and completely calm. Hmmm, She thought. Better than I expected! With one last pat for Riot, she drove the trailer around to the entrance of the barn, hoping that no one would yell at her. Her first trip was the saddles. She had three now, including Riot's show saddle that Jackie had given her. Having no idea where the tack room was, she grabbed Cade's and Riot's show saddles and walked them down the long aisle, one at each hip. They were heavy, but Arielle managed. She was pretty strong for being so little. That aisle led to more aisles and more doors, so she just set them down by her two horses and went to get more. After fifteen minutes, she had a pile of three saddles, 2 saddle pads, four bridles, four grooming kits, two helmets, four blankets, two halters, and a few other training utensils along with that. This pile didn't include half of her show stuff, which she would take home so it didn't get dusty. In fact, the only show stuff she had there was a show grooming kit, two show saddles, and two show bridles. Arielle had never seen all of her stuff together at any point in her life, so seeing the pile outside their stalls made her feel kind of conceited, having so much stuff for herself and having spent so much money for herself. Oh well, I'll just have to deal. After the last of the supplements were unloaded, she set them down as well and went off to search for the tack and feed room. Fifteen minutes after that, she finally stumbled into a huge room that had mounds of tack and feed in it. Obviously this was where she wanted to be. Considering it had taken her fifteen minutes to find something that was right at the end of the first aisle, she laughed a little and went back to start loading her stuff in. She grabbed the three buckets of supplements she had brought, two in one hand and one in another, and swung the four bridles over her shoulder, heading over to the room. To her surprise, a little section at the far corner of the room was untouched, where five saddle racks stood, mounted against the wall. Perfect, She thought. After she put those items away, she walked back for more. Standing by the pile, she groaned a little, picking up a couple grooming kits and leaning against Cadence's stall door. Her chest length, chocolaty brown hair threatened to fall out of the loose ponytail it was in, and her deep, charming eyes scanned the stalls next to her, taking in the horses, the smells, and the atmosphere of being at a much bigger barn than the usual. This would take some getting used to. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
POST STATUS: completed
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: boys like girls
COSTARRING: open!
TAKING PLACE: at the main barn, in the tack and feed room at some points.
WORD COUNT: 1271
COMMENTS: ahh, sorry. it's kind of a rambler. i had a lot of info to put into it, though...blame arielle's busy, busy life!
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Post by emjay on Dec 20, 2010 17:40:36 GMT -8
 All I want is the wind in my hair,
To face the fear but not feel scared...
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She’d been lucky when she moved. Taylor may have been moving to a completely new place, a new country even, but she had had her family with her making it not so daunting. Her mum and dad. It made the move so much easier knowing she didn’t have to do it on her own. She had someone to lean on.
She needed someone to lean on. Especially being deaf…
Not that she had been the one to make the choice of moving in the first place. Her parents had made that choice. It pretty much had to do with event/accident which had changed all their lives. She’d come to America when she was eighteen to escape the built tension of her home town. Now she lived here in Addison, quite happy and content, the past buried deep inside her.
Taylor headed towards the barn of Crossfire Farms. She usually arrived at the barn earlier then this, but today her parents had insisted on her wearing quite a number of layers of clothing before going out. She knew she’d strip down to her red checkered buttoned up shirt as soon as she got to the barn. It was such a drag having to feel like an overlarge pumpkin for the entire day.
Entering the large barn, she moved down the main aisle greeting each horse in turn, by softly smiling and blowing down on their soft velvety muzzles. There many people there also, their relaxed nature hanging off them. Just before reaching the red post, indicated another aisle, she stopped infront of two new horses. Cadence and Riot. Infront of their doors were piles of tack. She wondered looking up and down the aisle who they belonged to. There may not be thieves here, but leaving them out could cause serious OH&S issues. It would be a walking hazard almost.
She greeted both of the horses, before moving on down the aisle, turning right at the red post. When I talk about the barn being massive, it is massive. Apart from the main aisle there were many sub-aisles off to the right at various sections, each sub-aisle had a large door leading towards the outdoors.
She continued all the way towards the end of the aisle, where a gorgeous bay coloured head popped out of its stall. “Berryyy.” She greeted the mare before letting herself into the stall. The four year old stood there, nickering gently. Taylor breathed in the vibrations feeling calm and content, before her fingers began absentmindedly creating circles on the little bay.
“I think it’s time for a ride Miss Berryy. What do you say to a bit of riding in the indoor today?”
Taylor headed back up the aisle, stepping out into the main aisle. Before turning right to the tack room, she noticed a gal leaning against the door of one of the new horses she saw earlier. She had her brown hair pulled up in a ponytail, her eyes darting around the place, taking in the atmosphere of the barn. She made her way towards the gal, waving her long hair, which was out, away from her eyes, tucking only it behind her right ear.
“Hello there. Would you like some help? Seems like you’ve got quite a bit of tack here,” she said, her eyes sweeping the floor, where the piles of tack stood. “I could easily save you some walking time walking if you want.” Her eyes curiously watched her face, waiting for a response.
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Story Length: Five hundred and Ninety Five words
I bagss you: Arielle Clemons - Emma
Musical item: For the First Time - The Script
Emjay's notes: Well I now have a new posting word record. The most I've done everr *nods*
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Post by arielleclemons on Dec 20, 2010 18:44:50 GMT -8
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GOT THIS CRAZY KIND OF FEELING
that i can't explain
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It had been a long morning, most definitely. Arielle felt her weak eyelids slowly close, only to snap open again. Ugh, she thought. Should've slept more. Remembering back to the night before, she recalled herself laying in bed for more than two hours just thinking... well, more like worrying. She "worried" about the truck and trailer hitching up and working in the morning, she "worried" about her horse (now horses) not adjusting to the new surroundings... everything just swelled in her head, and the last thing she could even think about was sleeping. She looked at the tack, and the door, and groaned a little. She might as well get to work so she can go to her apartment and sleep for eight hours.
The barn was populated by quite a few people; many were tacking up and going down towards the far end of the aisle, most likely were the indoor arena was. Arielle caught herself zoning off into the distance, only to notice a girl walking towards her. She had long, blonde hair that was left down, the chilling wind catching a few locks of her hair as she walked. Arielle pulled her fleece tighter around her; it was a little chilly outside. The blonde stopped by her, her eyes scanning the huge mound of tack right outside the stalls of her own horses. “Hello there. Would you like some help? Seems like you’ve got quite a bit of tack here,” Arielle's expression changed from tired to content in only a second, and was going to say something before she spoke up again. “I could easily save you some walking time walking if you want.” Arielle, considering the question, smiled and swept her hand backward through her loose bangs. "Thanks; you don't have to if you don't want to. I can make it, trip by trip..." She gave out a half-hearted chuckle and lifted up the two grooming kits, emphasizing her statement.
Looking down the aisle as she took a few steps that way, she noticed a bay in the hallway, tied and looking around attentively. Arielle mind wandered, and soon her mouth was open and she was talking. "Is that your horse? If so, wow. She's a pretty fine looking animal. Then again, I've always had a thing for bays." Smiling, she looked over at Cadence, who seemed to understand what she said and let out a blow, as if telling everyone around them that he was who everyone should be looking at. "What disciplines do you ride? Do you show at all?" The questions poured out like syrup onto pancakes. When it came to horses, Arielle could never stop. As nice and considerate as she was, she always loved to over-talk about horses. Not that it's a bad thing; it just depends on who she's with at the time.
This girl seemed perfectly fine.
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POST STATUS: completed
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: boys like girls
COSTARRING: taylor webber
TAKING PLACE: at the main barn, in the tack and feed room at some points.
WORD COUNT: 476
COMMENTS: good job! xD and my post... ehh. bad, short post.
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Post by emjay on Dec 23, 2010 19:04:01 GMT -8
All I want is the wind in my hair,
To face the fear but not feel scared...
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“I don’t mind at all. I like helping out. The pleasure would be all mine.”
Taylor waited until the gal had picked up two grooming kits before reaching for a couple of her saddle pads. She followed the gal up the aisle almost bumping into her as she stopped. “Oh that little bay? Yep. She’s my horse.” She was looking over to the right of the aisle where Berryy stood waiting. She had her ears pricked forward watching the exchange unfold infront of her. “Thanks. She’s quite a handful of fun actually. Getting into much mischief,” she grinned, looking adorably at her little bay, “So do I actually. I just love the colour. The prettiest combination out there I reckon.”
She stepped around the gal and continued with the short distance towards the tack room. “I see that one of your horses is bay also. That’s pretty cool. She’s a gorgeous gal. And the name Cadence is special. It reminds me of a gentle calm music note. The one ding. If you know what I mean.” She stopped by the door, leaning up against it’s sturdy frame, waiting for the other gal to catch up. “I specialize in dressage. And do a tiny bit of jumping. I’ve never been in a show before but. Never had the opportunity before. I’m planning on entering into a few this year. See how I go actually competing. It’ll be fun, I’m sure. How about you?”
She stepped inside the tack room, looking at the rows and rows of tack. Her eyes automatically went straight to Berry’s things. She ticked off all the pieces before turning her back on it, for once. “So where should I put this? You’ve been assigned some saddle racks and grooming boxes?” She leaned up gently against the high bench, placing the saddle pads on it.
“I don’t know about you, but I feel pretty warm, might take all these layers off.” She was begining to swelt inside the warm barn. The barn was always warm, with that sweet smell of horses. It was one of those places she loved. A calm place where nothing can go wrong. She pulled off a few things and dropped them into Berry’s grooming box, knowing to pick them up before she leaves.
“Oh and by the way, my name’s Taylor. Welcome to Crossfire Farms,” she said with a grin.
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Story Length: Four hundred and Nine words
I bagss you: Arielle Clemons - Emma
Musical item: For the First Time - The Script
Emjay's notes: Sorry it's so bad and short. But at least it's a post.
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Post by arielleclemons on Dec 23, 2010 20:18:26 GMT -8
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GOT THIS CRAZY KIND OF FEELING
that i can't explain
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The girl decided to help Arielle out with her tack, and so she grabbed a couple of saddle pads and followed her down the aisle. Taylor explained to her about her horse, Arielle smiling and giving the horse a stroke on her neck as she walked by. "I agree. Bays are the prettiest, in my opinion."
[/color] Chuckling al little, Taylor told her more about how Cadence was such a special name, and that she never has been to a show. "I know what you mean. That's probably why I picked it; that, and the balance and complete-ness of the word." They walked a few more steps past Berry before Arielle spoke up again. "Really? It seemed as though you showed, considering you have a nice horse to do so. As for me, I show consistently all through the spring and summer. Sometimes I'll go through to the fall, but not usually. Sometimes that is too much for the horse."[/color] She replied. The tack room was right up ahead, and soon they were walking in the doorway. The female asked if she had reserved saddle racks, and the female shook her head no. "I just found this portion open and took it, considering it was such a large space." Pointing to her supplements and bridles already occupying the space, she slid the grooming kits under the racks, motioning for the girl to just lay the pads on a rack. They made their way back, Arielle deciding to say a few more words. "Yeah, Cadence is my six-year-old western pleasure gelding. He's a doll."[/color] Smiling, she walked over to his stall, rubbing his forehead before moving over to Riot, who was sniffing the ground for any leftover hay. "This is Riot, my reining gelding. He's only five, so he's still learning."[/color] Looking in on the fancy, dun horse, she felt proud to now be owning him, and glad that she had given in to taking the horse. She couldn't wait to get started with him. Arielle grabbed two out of her three saddles, hanging Cade's show saddle on one hip, and Riot's show saddle on the other. Looking down at Cade's, she remembered the effort she put in to buy that piece of tack. The silver surrounding the skirt and the cantle glinted in the incoming sun as she walked it slowly over, waiting for Taylor to catch up. [/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
POST STATUS: completed
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: boys like girls
COSTARRING: taylor webber
TAKING PLACE: at the main barn, in the tack and feed room at some points.
WORD COUNT: 396
COMMENTS: post = fail. sorry, needed to reply with something, otherwise i'll have put it off till after christmas!
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Post by emjay on Feb 13, 2011 19:13:36 GMT -8
All I want is the wind in my hair,
To face the fear but not feel scared...
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"Ah cool. Usually the saddle racks and stuff are marked. Make sure you get a tag for your part of the tack room. Else people will put things there when you're using your tack," she nodded. Taylor followed Arielle back out of the tack room, grabbing more stuff that was there.
"They are both gorgeous horses. Very inquisitive I see.” She gentle blew quietly on their muzzles. “I've never done anything out of the English domain. Must be fun riding Western." They made their way back to the tack room, switching back to the topic that made her extremely worrisome about.
"Berryy has only just turned four. A bit young before to do showing. But now I think I'm going to start easing her into it. I'm a bit worried how she'll react and how I'll react to such a different atmosphere."
The showing world was a dark scary place for Taylor. Especially when she had never been into one before. It was almost like a completely different world, a fearful place of bitchyness and glamour.
"It's great I've now met a showing legend. You'll be able to show me that world and get me ready and things. I'm dead nervous about it all," she grinned nervously. "I'm planning on taking Berry out now actually for a little session. Nothing too fancy, just some trots and walks and basic things." Taylor picked up Berry's saddles and bitless bridle from her rack and leaned up against the table in the centre of the room. "Would you like to, umm, join me perhaps?"
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Story Length: Two hundred and Seventy Three words
I bagss you: Arielle Clemons - Emma
Musical item: For the First Time - The Script
Emjay's notes: Sorryy it has taken me soo long to reply. Umm, let me know if you do not want to continue this thread. Perhaps we could start another one for Arielle and Taylor? Otherwise, continue on with this one *nods*
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Post by arielleclemons on Feb 15, 2011 14:25:02 GMT -8
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Taylor advised her to put tags on her saddle racks, which was a good idea. After all, she didn't want to find that someone had put their tack there once she was done riding. Nodding, the female slid the saddles on, adjusting stirrups so they weren't in the way. With a final pat, Arielle walked back into the walkway, with the other female following suit. Her gaze followed Taylor as she walked up to her horses after Arielle had introduced them. A slight smile stayed on her features as she watched Taylor go up to them, softly blowing on their muzzles as their eager demeanors urged them to see what was going on outside of their stalls. Taylor complimented on their inquisitive natures, Arielle saying a thank you. She walked up to Taylor, looking at Cadence, of whom she was now by. “I've never done anything out of the English domain. Must be fun riding Western." Taylor said, Arielle playing with a lock of her long, brunette hair. "Yeah, western is definitely fun. It's the same amount of work as English, though, so not much difference."
Taylor explained how she was going to ease into showing, which made Arielle's features light up. She loved to talk about showing, and this obviously showed. She told her how she was worried that Berry might react negatively at a show. Arielle smiled, noticing that the other female had said the number one worry of going to a show. It was true, all horses acted differently when in a different environment than home, but it shouldn't stop you. "Well, it's good you're starting now at a young age. Lots more time to excel and get better at it." She explained, deciding to leave the other topic hanging. At this point, they were back at the tack room, Arielle hanging up some halters and putting a couple of bits in her bin.
"It's great I've now met a showing legend. You'll be able to show me that world and get me ready and things. I'm dead nervous about it all," Arielle chuckled, scraping her boot around in the dirt. It took a lot of showing to not be nervous when entering a class, and a lot of practice. But, never the less, Arielle still sometimes had that twinge of nervousness when in a really important class or challenging pattern. She wouldn't call herself a legend, but she had been doing it for some years now. "Yeah, I guess I can. It's a lot of work, but lots of fun once you really get into it and understand it." Smiling, the female hung up one last lead rope, and looked outside the door quickly to see if anything was left. To her surprise, she had moved everything in that short amount of time.
Taylor asked her if she wanted to join her with a quick ride. Arielle nodded, her lips curling into a smile. Of course she would! What kind of question was that? In response, she grabbed a halter and pulled out Cadence. She just wanted a leisurely ride, and she hadn't ridden Riot once before she had picked him up this morning. Arielle decided to wait until a longer session to ride him. Cross-tying him, she quickly brushed him down, gently placing a practice saddle on his back. Once she had tightened the cinch, she grabbed a bridle and attached a D-ring snaffle, clipping on some reins and placing the piece of metal into his mouth before following Taylor into the arena.
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POST STATUS: completed
TEMPLATE CREDIT: romantaholic
LYRICS CREDIT: boys like girls
COSTARRING: taylor webber
TAKING PLACE: at the main barn, in the tack and feed room at some points.
WORD COUNT: 589
COMMENTS: yeah, why not? (: let's keep this going.
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