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Post by JAYMEZ CORGAN on Feb 28, 2011 20:29:21 GMT -5
 i feel it's gonna rain like this
FOR DAYS SO LET IT RAIND O W N A N D W A S H E V E R Y T H I N G A W A Y- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The thunder reverberated into the air, lowly growling as it announced its fearsome presence. Eye lids shot open, alert and aware of their surroundings. Lightning momentarily illuminated the room, highlighting the blue eyes that scanned the darkness around them. An irritable sigh was forced passed pursed lips as the eyes darted to the digital clock that glowed green with the numbers printed onto its face. It was five in the morning, and though the male had a tendency of being up at two o’clock. He should be grateful but he had only attempted to sleep no less than an hour ago. Mindlessly, he reached up to touch his brownish blond hair, feeling that it was still damp from his cold shower. He tore off the blankets and stood on the cold floor of his apartment and strode to his dresser. Withdrawing a pair of dark wash jeans and a navy blue hoodie, he dressed in them quickly before approaching where his paddock boots were. He pulled on them slightly and zipped them up and reached the door. Another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky as he made his way down the flights of stairs. Without so much as a second thought, the nineteen year old pushed open the building’s door and jogged lightly into the middle of the storm.
The atmosphere was cold and bitter and the temperatures were a bit nippy but Jaymez didn’t care. He would much rather freeze than be placed in a sweltering desert. At least in this weather he could warm himself up. The door slammed behind him tightly and he exhaled shakily and turned up the heat. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove calmly through the torrential downpour of rain. A sudden thought was brought to his mind: where was he going? Jaymez eased up on the gas pedal, trying to figure out where exactly he was planning to go to. All the stores in town were probably closed which meant his only option was the barn. He exhaled a finalizing breath before turning down the road and heading towards the barn. His windshield wipers worked overtime in order to keep his eyes focused on the road as well as to be able to see it. Once more, his truck slowed as he pulled easily onto the path leading up to it. He parked and once more braved the pelting rain before he gripped at the barn’s side door and pealed it open.
He shuddered, watching his vapor swirl around into the air before disappearing. The lighting was dim, coming from scattered light bulbs and sounds of horses greeting him. Raindrops beaded from his hair, rolling down his face. A loud snarl of thunder sounded identical to an explosion from a grenade, and suddenly, Jaymez found himself back in the past. His hands searched frantically for his weapons and his blue eyes widened once he looked down at his attire. Where was his protection? Where was his camouflage? This wasn’t right. Another echo of thunder and Jaymez ducked off to the side, and soon emerged as the threat faded. He looked around in an alarmed way before his voice called out into the darkness. ”Guys,” he inquired and when no reply came, he froze. He was alone under enemy fire with no backup and nothing to shoot back into the night.
An excited whinny shattered his flashback and Jaymez found himself gazing at the barn once more. He shook his head and composed himself once more. He mentally cursed his PTSD, wishing to be rid of it but he was cursed with it for however long. He just hoped it wasn’t forever. Jaymez’s eyes settled on a ghostly-like face and wandered towards it. ”Hey, Sarge,” his low voice was whisper. A demanding squeal was heard from the neighboring stall and Jaymez shook his head before crookedly smiling. ”Hello to you too, Blacktop.” The ten month old colt stood from the corner of its stall and trotted towards him. He stroked both their faces before gazing out into the outside, hearing the distant rumble of thunder and the distinct sound of pouring rain. Before long, he opened his gelding’s door and led him out. He paused by Blacktop’s stall and looked at the forlorn appearance on his colt’s face. He sighed before opening up the Friesian’s stall door. The colt lurched forwards and walked loyally by his side. Jaymez grunted slightly, placing a hand on the colt’s neck as he attached Sarge to the cross-ties.
Blacktop pranced around Sarge, playfully nipping at belly of the Percheron cross. Sarge nickered with a slight tinge of a disciplinary tone to his voice as Jaymez returned with only a grooming box in his hand. Sarge snorted as Blacktop tugged Jaymez’s hoodie. Gently, he pushed him away and groomed Sarge out thoroughly. He was somewhat satisfied that he was the only one awake. There was always something good to come out his inability to sleep. He unclipped Sarge from the cross ties and led him into the indoor arena where it lay vacant and empty. There were no jumps set up and Jaymez was content with this. As soon as he opened the arena’s door, Blacktop bolted into the arena, stretching his legs as he nickered with euphoria, beckoning to his companions. Jaymez watched him before shaking his head. He shut the gate and Sarge nudged his shoulder lightly as his rider removed the halter and lead rope, securing it to one of the posts. With ease, the six foot high man swung up from the ground onto his 16 hand high mount. Sarge shifted a bit as Jaymez adjusted his seat on his bare back. Holding lightly onto his mane, Jaymez urged him into a walk and his eyes watched Blacktop intensely. It was just him and his horses. That’s all there would ever be or so he hoped.
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Post by BAILEY MAX DELACOURT on Mar 1, 2011 18:22:44 GMT -5
 
Eyes flicked to the clock. She'd been reading until 1 last night. She glanced towards her Equine stable management book. She gazed out the window. Rain. It was already six. She thought for a moment. She didn't have class today. She slowly urged herself out of bed. She slipped her feet into her blue slippers, and moved to her dresser. She had showered last night, and changed her sheets, there was no reason to shower. She pulled out an outfit and tossed it on her bed, looking in her mirror. She changed quickly, and worked the brush through her hair. A cat pushed under her hand, and she laughed.
" Oh what do you want now? "
She laughed a little and scritched the tabby behind the ears. A purr erupted from the feline. Two other meows filled the house. She had three cats. her dog had died three months ago. She didn't bother with make up or anything, it was raining anyways, she'd rather not look like a crying vampire. She grabbed her keys, and turned towards a fluffy calico kitten, jingling them right above his head. The calico raised onto two hind legs and batted on it, but fell backwards. She laughed and shoved the keys in the pocket of her sweater. She pulled on her coat and looked at the umbrella. She decided not to take it. She locked the door and got in her truck, pulling out to the road.
Upon arriving at the stables, she noticed someone already here. She parked and pulled the key out, sitting int he car for a moment, watching beads of water roll down the window. She opened the door and stepped out. Her hood was down, and she felt rain plop down on her hair. She stood there, enjoying the rain. She liked rain, actually, all weather for that matter. She put out her arms and spun around on one foot. She was soaked by the time she finally let herself jog towards the barn. Many heads poked out to greet her. But only one called her name so loudly.
"Hi Doc"
She approached the gelding with her arms outstretched, letting them close around the horse's neck. Doc lowered his head and allowed this affection. When she pulled away he nickered. There was a routine they had. Greeting, Massage, Grooming, Tack, Riding. He was impatiently awaiting his massage. She smiled. She worked a lot with aromatherapy as well, and disappeared to the tack room. She opened her cabinet, which smelled amazingly good, crammed full with oils. She mixed a bit of lavender oil with some citrus blend she had made the previous day. She packed the 30 some odd oils away, and took the small bottle she put the new blend in. She put it on the ridge of the stall and poured some in her hands, rubbing them together, and turning towards Doc, beginning to carefully caress the muscles in his neck, after letting him smell the mix, and dabbing some below his nostrils.
After a while, she finished most his body, and all tense feelings had faded. She appeared next with a grooming kit, and after that tack.
She fixed her helmet to her head, and led him out into an indoor ring, where she saw a man riding his horse bareback and a young colt in tow. Doctor Holliday eagerly nickered, joyed of the aspect of strangers. She smiled warmly at the gelding, then turned.
"Oh! I hope I'm not interrupting anything I could-"
A clap of strong thunder drowned her out. Doc's eyes rolled and he reared, taking off across the ring. Bailey, who was next to him, was knocked over by his broad shoulder. She scrambled to her feet and whistled, Doc, who was running wildly around the small group, trotted back over, pricking his ears. She snagged his reins.
Sorry about that.
She said, her cheeks a little flushed. She could be rather shy. She gently reached up to stroke Doc. He pranced nervously beside her, and her stroke became pressurized and she began giving her horse a one handed massage, and he outstretched his neck, and lowered his dome, groaning in pleasure. A smile tugged at her lips.
" I'm Bailey and this is Doctor Holliday"
She threw her weight to her other side and worked down her horses neck, but her eyes in the direction of the man, ready to leave if he said he wanted privacy.
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Notes I'm getting used to her also.
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Post by JAYMEZ CORGAN on Mar 1, 2011 20:10:51 GMT -5
i feel it's gonna rain like this
FOR DAYS SO LET IT RAIND O W N A N D W A S H E V E R Y T H I N G A W A Y- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - –There was something about the sound of a horse’s hooves against the dirt beneath him. Jaymez listened intently to the shuffling noise beneath him, but also listened to the rhythmical pattern made by the colt who was thrilled with the bounds of his freedom. He watched with a solemn look as the blackened blur raced around them. Sarge nickered once more, ushering him to settle down but never the less, the Friesian colt expressed his minimal concerns for his elder sidekick. With a buck here and there, Blacktop continued to stretch his legs. The small muscle mass he had flexing beneath the purity of his black coat, which had a slight blue tinge to it. Jaymez had always been fascinated with Friesians, well, bulky draft horses, especially. Sarge had a unique quality about him and when Jaymez had him on trial, there was an instant connection. With Blacktop, he bought the colt in order to train him. Naturally, he would not have him running amuck and having Jaymez dish out cash for all the damage he may cause if he was older and untamed. Of course, the colt bonded immediately with Jaymez but even more so with the gentle giant, Sarge.
He watched with hidden amusement as Blacktop rounded the corner, whickering loudly as he approached them again. He pranced besides them, lifting his legs proudly in a display of his supposed inflated ego. The young horse nudged persistently at Sarge’s side, snorting when Sarge seemed to neglect him. Then there was a stamp or two of his hooves and Sarge gave a stern whicker. It was like a father and son relationship Jaymez was observing. Blacktop had a lot to learn but with Sarge being the ever faithful and protective gelding, he would help Jaymez in assisting with training the feisty colt. A questioning nicker left Blacktop’s mouth and it never surprised Jaymez how animated he was. With large, pleading dark brown eyes, he turned his attention on Jaymez, almost knowing that he would give in to his demands at going at a faster pace. He sighed, shaking his head. It wasn’t like the poor thing was attached somehow to their side but with an invisible squeeze of his legs, Sarge moved into a trot. Jaymez was skilled in dressage, which was his complete intention with Blacktop. He was already a flashy mover as well as a looker but as was Sarge. Sarge could jump a little and it was no higher than two foot three but he was an ideal horse to go into hunters with. He preferred a gentle lope rather than a fast paced canter but Jaymez had no complaints.
It wasn’t brought to his attention that he had a bit of an audience until Blacktop wheeled around at the entrance of a girl and her own horse. Jaymez slowed Sarge back into a walk and rounded towards them, Blacktop was happily jogging towards them. "Oh! I hope I'm not interrupting anything I could-" He watched in slow motion as the gelding sped off, frightened from the sudden noise of thunder. A distant look crept into his eyes but gratefully, Sarge whickered warningly. Suddenly his own mount took off, blocking Blacktop from whatever harm. It was like a massive wall had been inserted in that instant, and Jaymez held on rather well. Blacktop nickered inquisitively, and was confused. All he was thinking was that he was just going to say hi. Jaymez turned his attention back towards the girl as Sarge halted, speaking towards Blacktop as if scolding him or something of the sort. She rushed to her feet and beckoned her gelding and he returned. ”Sorry about that.” Jaymez shrugged and glanced back towards his gelding that was now calmer as she massaged through his muscles. ”It happens to the best of us.” His gruff voice responded and he exhaled as he watched Blacktop move away from Sarge, testing his boundaries. Another low rumble of thunder soon made the young colt wheel away from the duo and come rushing back frightfully to Sarge’s side. Jaymez leaned forwards and patted the shivering colt’s side. ”You’ll be alright,” he murmured as the colt nuzzled his hand and boldly approached them again.
"I'm Bailey and this is Doctor Holliday" Jaymez gave a quiet grunt before asking Sarge for a walk again. The gray Percheron cross moved in a lazy manner, taking his time as Jaymez moved towards them. Blacktop was already inspecting them from no less than five inches away. He had no idea what personal space was all about. He sniffed the air and sneezed at the scent that was on the gelding, gazing back over towards Jaymez and Sarge. Blacktop gave an encouraging squeal, wanting his companion to pick up the pace. ”I’m Jaymez,” he gestured towards himself before indicating towards Sarge. ”This is Sarge.” Jaymez nodded and listened to the gelding nicker easily. Then Jaymez flicked his eyes upon the colt that was now mimicking the horse beside him, lowering his head and attempting to imitate the noise that was emitting from his mouth. ”And that vicious animal right there is Blacktop.” A slight crooked grin took over his lips as he watched Blacktop glance up at his name and gave a small rear before cantering towards them. He trotted around Sarge who was now standing still. Jaymez shook his head lightly and watched as Blacktop returned to inspect the girl now who was attempting to nudge her.
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Post by BAILEY MAX DELACOURT on Mar 1, 2011 21:10:33 GMT -5
She threw her weight off uneasily, and drew her hand away from Doc. His unwelcoming answer made her uneasy, and she was quite sure he couldn't be happier if she left the ring right now. She faintly and briefly smiled as the young Friesian colt made a bold introduction of himself, after the large horse the man was upon let him pass. For the moment, she was unsure what to say. Her mind popped at her with many moments she had like this. She had herself cornered in such situations often. Doc lipped at her hair, nickering. He could sense the fact she was nervous. The horse looked shortly at the other horses, nickering helplessly. Doc had a way of being sure the world would end if Bailey was upset. He also tended to be quite vocal about everything, which was somewhat unusual. He pawed the ground and Bailey side glanced at him, Doc quickly stopping. Though she only had him for a year, they quickly bonded, and seem as though they never new a time without each other. Upon his reply, Bailey forced a smile of her face, which was no doubt a little flushed, as she was nervous and shy.
"Nice to meet you then Jaymez"
She said, but her temper was already drawn in by now, his touchy sounding grunts and such hinted he was to make no effort to try to be at least decent to her efforts. She sighed, narrowing her eyes. She let her hand, which had been stroking the black colt, fall to her hip.
"I see I'm not much welcome. At least I was trying to be friendly"
She huffed hotly and turned, leading Doc, who was quite confused, out of the ring. Doctor Holliday whinnied for help once again, quite sure the fact she was upset meant he ought to be watching for that jaguar she must have noticed. As she walked, she side stepped for a moment and pulled herself into the saddle, gathering her reins and tapping her heels against him for a walk. Rarely did she act so boldly. She sighed. The other indoor arena was currently holding a horse, as the stallion pasture was in need of repairs. She she eyed the outdoor ring. She walked in, not caring that it was raining. Doc, who moved so smoothly she ought to be carrying a glass of water filled the the brim, and she wouldn't spill it. He normally lifted his hooves high, so he didn't sink in to the footing or anything. Plus, after the weeks of no use, the footing was rather hard, and at the moment the rain was only making it softer. She rode through the rain. She glanced at a jump, but she wasn't that stupid. It was much to dangerous, she wasn't going to put her horse in danger like that. AT least she knew the ring itself wouldn't be a problem as long as they were on the flat. She sat well in the saddle, even at a trot. Doc truly was like riding a giant equine couch. She couldn't see amazingly well through the driving rain, and she ought to be soaked through, and she was, so was Doc. He was loving himself though. It was so wonderful playing out int he rain, as he saw it. His legs lashed out in a high step walk, and then were quickly brought in to a nice piaffe. Although, he was still young and a little jumpy, he had his piaffe steps a little messed up, as he eagerly danced about in the rain. Bailey's eyes were squinted to keep the water that dripped off her helmet's visor out of her eyes.
After about fifteen more minutes, Bailey walked Doc out giving him his head. They were both dripping. Doc was sweaty though, and only now Bailey remembered she would have to make sure to warm him up well. She thought for a moment, now that she was calm. She realized what she had done back there was probably a little over reacted, don't you think? Turning Doc, she walked back in. As they entered the Indoor, they were both wet dripping, Bailey looking a tiny bit miserable, Doc looking over joyed.
"I'm sorry...
She frowned, biting her lip.
"I overreacted"
She shifted in the saddle. With a sigh she gathered herself again.
"Maybe I should go untack then"
She said quietly.
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Post by JAYMEZ CORGAN on Mar 3, 2011 17:01:38 GMT -5
i feel it's gonna rain like this
FOR DAYS SO LET IT RAIND O W N A N D W A S H E V E R Y T H I N G A W A Y- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - – To be honest, Jaymez didn’t care if the girl left or not. She was allowed to stay and it wasn’t like he was taking over the entire ring anyhow. If Blacktop proved to be a nuisance he could easily return him back to his stall and continue riding, apparently by the silence that drifted between them that wasn’t the case. He wasn’t used to silence, especially since he had been in the middle-east for almost a year. The sounds of ricocheting bullets and people shouting in various languages swarmed around him constantly but the shock of being pulled away from that took its toll. He was a rigid man with a sort of pensive and stoic quality about him. Not exactly his fault for being the way he was but it wasn’t exactly like she knew his entire story nor did he want her to. It wasn’t her business anyhow and he kept his life private and secluded away from everyone else. He just didn’t trust people. He was on his own and Jaymez was fine with that. He didn’t need friends to talk to. Sure, he may seem a little anti-social but that wasn’t his problem. He observed Bailey for a moment, seeing the tight, forced smile crossing her lips. It was obvious that it was a phony one but he didn’t say anything of it. She did seem nervous though but again, he didn’t pay too much attention to it.
"Nice to meet you then Jaymez." Jaymez nodded, silently indicating in his own gesture that it was nice to meet her as well. He wasn’t much for speaking what was on his mind and permitted his body to do the talking for him. It was just how he was but clearly who he was wasn’t good enough for the blond. Blacktop had been enjoying the attention from the girl as she stroked him but squeaked with confusion as her hand dropped and he trotted back towards his owner and companion. Sarge snorted and nudged the young one as if to tell him not to take it personally. Jaymez felt his mount shift slightly but remained unmoving as the next sentence slid out of her mouth. His eyes narrowed to a degree and he damn near wanted to say something but it would come across as rather rude. It was like she was passing judgment on him for not being up to her standards of friendliness. He wasn’t the most chipper or outgoing person in a large crowd but didn’t that make him somewhat unique? His jaw clenched, tightening as he snapped his head away from her.
Jaymez heard her retreating footsteps along with the slightly dramatic exit she created. Oh, she was getting under his skin which only boiled his temper near exploding. Sarge whickered up to his rider, feeling the tension in his body. Blacktop noticed the sudden change in dynamics as well. He nickered quietly, glancing intently up at his owner. Jaymez felt Blacktop’s eyes on him and saw the young foal refusing to glance away. With his jaw line made predominate, he exhaled and breathed deeply. He needed to calm down before something bad would happen. He was a danger to other people more so than himself but she was testing him and his short fuse of a temperament. To distract himself, he requested Sarge do an extended trot. He settled into the strides and watched as Blacktop attempted to mimic what he was doing. The rage that once rippled across his face now dissolved into a solemn façade. The way Blacktop was doing it almost made him burst out laughing but as he glanced up into the rain, he watched the horse and rider perform a dressage step. It really was ridiculous as he watched with brief anger with the pair enduring the rainfall. Not only was it dangerous to her and her horse, she was being almost a pain about it. It wasn’t like Jaymez said they couldn’t use the ring, in fact, they could very well have taken it over and he would go off elsewhere.
An invisible indication to move into a canter had Sarge obeying and allowed Jaymez to refocus on exercising his mount. He settled into the large, rocking strides with ease. His pelvis absorbed the shock and moving with his horse. Blacktop was close at hand, galloping alongside them before veering off to play his own game. A gentle wiggle notified Sarge to collect himself and move across the surface with ease. He slowed to a medium trot, keeping his eyes diverted away from any distractions and exhaling audibly which caused Sarge into a contented and leisurely walk. Just when the tension in his body had been ebbing away, there was a voice nearby. His eyes immediately flicked over towards the blond and he gritted his teeth together as she apologized and added on that she over reacted. He shrugged as she thought about untacking and he almost wanted to make a rude comment by saying she should, instead he gave a silent exhale. ”Oh no, I should leave. Besides, you can’t expect everyone to be friendly… You don’t know their past or what they’ve been through.” Jaymez eyes dropped to the withers of his horse and Sarge snorted quietly. Blacktop came wheeling back around, nudging his companion and Jaymez’s dangling foot as they walked back into the barn.
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