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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 10, 2008 11:39:56 GMT -5
Day two at Hunting Hill Farms and Kris had already made one enemy to a girl that thought she was snotty. Because her family had money didn't mean that, she had worked for a minimum stablehand job as a teenager which not most rich kids did. Now she lived her life as a jockey unlike most girls she could have been a model but she refused. Same olive green jacket over her frame, hands in her pockets, and her hair put back in a thick dark brunette ponytail, no make-up, and finally her riding boots with the set of jeans hidden by the half chaps she wore. The brown leather half chaps had been worn over the years but had a great grip. Moving to the tack room she grabbed a cooler and the bay colt's small saddle along with the huge girth and the western bridle. Strolling out she whistled as she smiled to see his head come out of the stall over the guard and nicker turning to see her. Kris dropped the stall guard off the hook and then walked in and dropped the cooler and a lollipop shaped saddle pad. Followed by the small saddle she had one side already buckled up and walked to the other side grabbing the girth as she tightened it before rubbing his belly and tightening it another two holes. Rubbing his neck she saw that he was eating some hay that had nutrients in it so he lost weight. She'd just ask him for two track lap workout once at a walk and then another two laps at a trot to gain endurance. Dropping the cooler over his hide she grabbed the western bridle and took off his halter. He took the bit with a bit of a fuss but then accepted it as he was led out. A height different between the chubby two year old thoroughbred who stood sixteen hands and the slim nineteen year old girl who stood five foot and three inches.
As they walked so slowly she stopped him several feet outside with a set of bandages sitting on the bench. Grabbing the blue bandages she started once more for the track, the gate had been put away and the track's dirt had been grazed over with the tractor. The colt's ears flattened back as she assured him it was okay she slowly settled as she wrapped white underneath a set of blue bandages so his legs were safe, incase he smacked his legs on each other when he moved. Checking to see that they were tight but not to tight she was satisfied walking him to the rail. Checking the girth she tightened it another hole before being satisfyed she rubbed his nose as she dropped the stirrups and stood on the track rail. Putting one foot in she softly landed with a thud on his back, he was round. Letting her feet dangle she clucked to him as he started to walk, she rode with one hand and carefully put her feet in the silver stirrups, she had one more horse to ride. The dapple grey colt that was suppose to be at a race had apparently run the week before and was to be there sooner or later. His pace so lacking and lazy she had her spurs on and had let him sniff them the day before after the blond left and had let him see the whip but he freaked. Holding the reins now with both hands she sat on his back as he made his way down the stretch of the track, as he did she stopped him and nudged him with her spur on the outside and he shied away and turned on his haunches. Rubbing his neck she nudged him again and he broke into a canter but she slowed him down and he trot with a slow and choppy pace. Holding a tighter grip than her loose one she felt him collect but also extend at the racehorse trot. He was great, but no one had believed in him.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw something move when she turned him and he balked to the left into the rail as Kris was taken off guard from rubbing his neck she leaned forward. He went backwards and threw his body into a tall and coltish rear, his legs flying out. As she rubbed his neck she remembered that she had her western saddle outside as well on the rail. It would be her next task introduce him to something new like maybe some barrel racing, or dressage, maybe some small ground poles for his pace.
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 10, 2008 14:54:58 GMT -5
 People try to put us d-down Just because we get around Things they do look awful c-c-cold I hope I die before I get old This is my generation This is my generation, baby
The familiar blond from yesterday was back, but today she didn't seem like some lost girl, no, today she seemed like someone that belonged. Long blond hair was worn back in a tight ponytail on the back of her head, a few strands that were too short to reach were left to hang in her face but she'd gotten smart, using bobbin pins to pin them back. Sitting low on her hips were black jodhpurs with brown leather on the inner legs. They weren't the kind that sat high on a person, covering their belly button as the young woman couldn't stand to have her pants anywhere above her belly button. A olive green t-shirt sat in place over a tight fitting white long sleeved shirt that clung to her body beneath the green one. In place on her feet were black ariat boots with half chaps over the top. She looked much more dressed for the barn then she had yesterday.
The young woman made her way from the barn, her arm hooked through the reins of a tall thoroughbred filly that was all tacked up in nice English tack. An expensive looking shiny black english saddle sat in place on the filly's back. An equally nice shiny black leather bridle sat in place on the filly's face, little pink gems in the brow band. She looked quite adorable and she knew it, prancing alongside her rider in a manner that simply screamed "Look at me." The blond glanced towards the filly and shook her head with a little chuckle "Stop being such a show off" she said with a roll of her eyes, heading out from the barn in the direction of the nearby track. She knew she wasn't exactly tacked up for track work but she didn't particularly care, she wasn't planning on being long, just get the filly out of her stall for a little work.
It was only a matter of seconds before they reached the track and the blond looked around, a disappointed look coming over her face when she spotted the snobby brunette, just dandy. She sighed a little bit and glanced towards the filly "I suppose you're already all tacked up, huh?" she shrugged and tossed the reins over the filly's head, there was no backing out now. She caught the reins once they were over the filly's head and she held onto them as she let the stirrup iron down. She glanced around to make sure there was nothing that the filly was going to spook over before she swung her foot up, catching it in the iron and gracefully swinging up onto the horse, looking like it took no effort. She leaned over and gently gave the filly's neck a pat before she leaned off the other side, letting the other iron down before catching her foot in it.
Gloved hands collected up on the reins until the bit made contact with the filly's mouth and she nodded approvingly as the well trained filly tucked her head in slightly. She smiled "That's my girl" she murmured, adjusting her seat in the saddle until she was sitting up straight, heels down. Heels with small spurs attached gently nudged into the filly's sides and the filly moved forward with out much encouragement...
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 10, 2008 19:25:46 GMT -5
Her eye had caught a black figure with someone blond upon the horse. She could feel him tense up as he stopped and shook as the filly had moved on the track. Easy boy. Calm yourself. The clutter in his muscles was what was worrying her that he'd bolt and just at that thought the colt had backed up. Half shaking she felt him squeal once and toss his head before he reared and then jumped forward and took off sprinting forward, his haunches horribly collected and had leaned forward. He blew past the filly moving on the outside as Kris spoke to the girl, Sorry! Giving a tug and feeling her foot dig into the stirrups she made a quick move and gave a tug on the outside rein pulling him straight into the rail as the colt came to a slidding halt almost tossing his rider but she stuck in place and shifted back into her seat, by the time that it had taken to her to get to the end of the long side she had a feeling he went fast. But she couldn't have him spooked to run in a race, she'd start with a bell in the morning to aware him so he knew when to go, or wake-up and pay attention. Jumping off him quickly she had a hold of the reins and checked his leg, it was not burning but she had a feeling if he had gone longer he'd be out of his entire career. Sighing she pulled herself back into the saddle, she didn't realize that the girl on the black horse was possibly the one she had seen yesterday, the one who was rude to her. Clucking and asking him to walk.
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 11, 2008 13:36:16 GMT -5
The blond picked up a posting trot, rising and falling in rhythm with her filly's bouncy trot. She knew the track wasn't designed for this type of riding but now one was around so she figured it probably wouldn't matter. She didn't quite feel like full out cantering around the track a few times, she liked her young horse to have to think on occasion. It wasn't that she was against running your horse or anything it was just that she hated race horses that only knew how to run. She liked a horse that could think. She continued to rise and fall to the trot, massaging the bit in the filly's mouth as they went. The filly was a well mannered thing, trotting elegantly as if she was showing off which the blond well knew that she was.
The blond was slightly surprised when she heard a bit of commotion and the younger horse that she'd seen yesterday breezed by her, obviously spooked. The girl shouted some sort of apology but she was left unimpressed, she was glad the girl was able to apologize about her lack of control over her horse but it was rather pathetic that she couldn't control the thing. If he was going to be so spooky she probably shouldn't even be riding him out of an arena yet. She shrugged at the thoughts, who was she to judge, she sighed.
Head slowly shook, whatever, she didn't care. She took her eyes off of the crazy horse and his rider and attention turned back to her own mount which hadn't even spooked at the other. She nudged her heels into the now walking horse and they picked up a canter, heading off around the track, the blond swaying easily with the canter. It was obvious that she'd been riding for quite some time as she just looked so natural on the back of the horse. She was after all Miss "Aj" Jones, one of the top Jockeys in the state, she certainly better be a good rider for all the many times she'd been in the winners circle...
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 11, 2008 15:12:56 GMT -5
Regaining her balance upon the sixteen hand dark bay colt she sighed breathing hard. However when she went to put her hand on his neck she felt no sweat, he ran a distance but wasn't sweating? He was out of condition, lacked the timing, yet here he had been running. What if he had a challenger, Kris had been an excercise rider for almost three years and a western rider in juvi. When she spotted the girl again she noticed that it was a girl known as just Girl in Kris's mind. She had met her the day before and only for a few seconds before she walked out, sighing Kris decided she'd have no trouble with not knowing someone. She couldn't though it wasn't in her characteristic, she sighed regaining her strength. Standing solidly the colt tossed his head wanting to do more, then Kris spoke as she turned the colt around and walked him towards the blond hair girl. Hey! I have a question. Kris had noticed the girl a mere second but forgot her name. Maybe it had been a jockey that beat or lost against one of the horse's she use to ride in Kentucky. Maybe it had been a jockey that she had seen during one of her races with an experienced horse. Riding in only two starts so far Kris had placed fourth in the first on a five year old gelding and second by a nose in a stakes with a four year old mare coming back from brood. Drawing her hand over the colt's neck she felt him breathing so softly before feeling him turn his head.
Her mind raced about what Hawkeye would do, he was such a sweet boy. He loved other horses and other animals and also other people, so maybe the other horse and the girl riding her might get along. Although not properly tacked up for the track Kris liked the touch of the horse's bridle with the bridle path. Tucking her head down to see his leg she felt no limp and saw that he wasn't favoring his front leg which had been his worse yet. For some reason Kris missed her old thing, she finally remembered that she lived in Colorado for a few months and did illegal racing. She had come across a handsome bay mare that could race faster than anything, she won at least twenty grand a race which kept up for a few weeks. Sighing she continued her shorter and shorter distance to the girl and horse.
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 11, 2008 16:34:40 GMT -5
The young woman swayed with the black filly's nice canter. The canter was very much controlled, not like one you'd find on a race track. They were hardly even close to a gallop. The young woman had no intentions of just having the filly full on gallop around the track today, it wasn't like they were practicing for anything. The filly had been in her maiden race only a couple of weeks ago, and she hadn't placed very well, not that the blond thought that she would. The filly, though long in the legs, just seemed to be more of an arena horse rather then a great race horse. Her mother had been quite talented on the track but just because her mother had been didn't mean the filly should be either. Heck, the blond's mother had been quite the talented dancer, it didn't mean that her daughter was going to be an equally talented dancer. It just wasn't the way things worked.
The young woman was pulled from her thoughts as they cantered around, the annoying brunette shouting something to her as they cantered past. She rolled her eyes, couldn't she just ride in peace for God's sake. Fingers tightened on her black leather reins and the filly eased herself to a halt as her rider glanced over her shoulder. She nudged a spurred heel into the horse's side gently and the filly turned, heading in the direction of the other girl. In moments the black filly with her blond rider stood in front of the other and her gelding "Yes?" she asked curiously, head tipping to the side. She might as well attempt to be nice.
Slowly her eyes drug over the girl, taking in her appearance. She was a pretty little thing, now wasn't she. She took in her slick brunette hair, a slight pang of jealousy coming over her. She'd always wanted dark brown hair like that, she'd even tried it for about a week, it simply hadn't suited her. She was content enough as a blond and when she wanted a change she'd simply put another color in there, usually hot pink, but right now her hair was a simple blond. She took in the girl's clothing choice and shrugged in her head, nothing special but then again neither was her own choice of clothing. She did notice though that she was slightly thinner then the brunette, she had to be, she couldn't be too heavy or her position as a jockey would be lost. She was rather thankful that she'd always stayed short so she could continue with her career of choice.
With her head still tipped to the side she gazed at the girl, awaiting her answer, almost dreading the question that was about to come. She really hoped it wasn't going to be anything involving her as she really just wanted to get her horse worked and then head back home to finish with the organization of her apartment. She sighed a little and leaned forward just slightly, her hand meeting the neck of the sweaty black filly beneath her, gently scratching her neck with her black fingernails...
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 11, 2008 19:31:55 GMT -5
Slick brunette hair that was a bit damp from her shower in the morning before she had arrived hours earlier than this moment. Rubbing her hand over the two year old she rubbed his neck. He nickered to the black filly and then put his nose back before dropping it to the dirt and pawing at it. Um. Biting her lip Kris usually never talked to anyone, when talking to her she was like a rock. I was just wondering if maybe you'd need a groom for your filly. She had lost the train of thought she had before she had seen the girl infront of her. Figure hidden by her puffy olive green jacket she let the reins ease on the colt's mouth as he shot his head up he turned and then pricked his ears nad then dropped his head to blow at the track. By the way. I'm Kris. After she spoke she looked in another direction and then turned back with her teeth drug over her lips which were a bit chap. Sighing she took a deep breath and then looked back at her again as she firmed the reins on the colt again. Kris felt almost like a bird flying in air and this girl was a hunter's gun, any moment the bullet could come out and kill her. Talking to people was probably the weakness in Kris's life, she took in a fight as almost nothing. Someone getting in her face and exploding was something her drug of a wealthy model mother had done her entire life when they weren't near her father. But once they were her mother was sober from drinking and drugs and almost anything else, including sleeping with younger men.
Kris's life was average a bit more poorer Kris had paid for everything by herself from a small job in New Orleans for a while. Then juvi hit her for two years were she met Daniel who took her in for her time. When another six months of juvi hit her Daniel took her back immediately nad then let her ride the big starting racehorses after seeing her improvement. Daniel had been the only person she had talked to he was like a brother. Then there was Chase, the boy who had gotten her into juvi in the first place. But now she loved him because if he hadn't she wouldn't be sitting on the racehorses and she loved horses. Riding as a jumper till she was fifteen on her parents money she quit jumper and sat in her room for six months before her "excitting" life happened. Finally Kris's hazel or dark deep brown eyes starred up at the girl, both the blond girl and horse matched. Kris and her colt matched perfectly in somewhat of a personality, but Kris was considering selling him to someone in need of a great mount. She wanted her own challenge, a horse that understood her. Hawkeye right now was just her little studdish playful colt.
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 11, 2008 21:03:14 GMT -5
The young woman shook her head, looking at the girl with an odd look " No, I don't, thank you though" she said, decided to play nice as the girl seemed to be trying to make peace between the two of them. She half smiled and gave a simple shrug at the next words, Kris, it was a simple name, nothing special. She scolded herself for being so harsh. It wasn't that she didn't like the girl, it was just that she hadn't made a good impression in the beginning and the blond probably wouldn't be letting it go anytime soon.
Hand raised off the sweaty neck of the black filly and she extended a hand out to the girl, leaning forward so she was able to reach "Pleasure meeting you Kris" she said kindly enough "I'm Aj" she said with a tiny smile and a simple shrug. Her hand moved back to the horse's shoulder, gently scratching. The filly was obviously enjoying it as she stuck her head in the air, her upper lip going out in that Oh that feels good sort of way.
ooc| No muse. I'm too distracted. Sorry =/
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 12, 2008 7:16:17 GMT -5
Kris let her hand drop after the blond shook her hand back to Hawkeye's shoulder. When the girl, now known as Aj, had declined her offer Kris wasn't sure itf it was simply because she didn't need one or because of what happened yesterday. Kris had been hoping that once she moved her she wouldn't be judged and then she spoke. You have a nice filly there. Two year old? It was a stupid question but by the looks of the filly's muscles and making she was either beginning her training or just coming back from her last season, so that meant the filly could be about two years old, two years old, or possibly three. She sat there on the colt's back almost holding herself off his back as her hand drew over his neck before she heard a man coming with a horse. Kris's eyes dragged over to see the large dapple grey horse, dismounting she looked at the girl. One second. She walked towards him with Hawkeye who nickered to the filly before going willingly. Kris handed him to the man who handed Kris the dapple grey. As she swung her leg over his back she landed softly on his back, and held firmly on his reins as the walked back towards the blond.
occ] no muse [/occ[/blockquote
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 12, 2008 12:51:58 GMT -5
Aj nodded a little bit, breathing in deeply "Yeah two" she said in response to the question about her filly's age. She looked down to her black mount and smiled a little bit. The filly was simply the cutest thing in August's eyes. She had a liking for all horses no matter what shape or size but for some reason this filly had just appealed to her from the moment she'd fallen to the ground after birth from her father's mare. August had witnessed the birth of her filly and though the young thing was supposed to be sold after she was weaned Aj had begged her father not to let the filly go as she wanted to change the raven colored thing herself. Her father had willingly agreed and August had scored the horse of her dreams.
A shrug crept over her shoulders as the girl said one minute. She waited for a second, watching the girl hand off her colt in return for a dapple gray. She shrugged again, really wanting to get back to her riding, she figured now would be the time. Slowly she nudged her heels into the filly's ribs, asking her forward. They moved out into an extended trot a couple of feet before picking up where they left off, a collected canter. They started off around the track again, August swaying easily with the rocking horse movement of the black horse beneath her.
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Post by ♥ poppies on Feb 12, 2008 15:13:37 GMT -5
Her eyes squinted for a second as she yawned, she had spent most of the day and she couldn't wait to see if anyone was gonna come to see Hawkeye. Mind running as she caught sight of the girl riding away on the filly she came up slowly behind her and asked hte dapple gray stallion for the same movement. It was true from what her parents had said, the amazing stakes colt was grand. She might have herself a mount for this year's Kentucky Derby. She's real pretty. My filly is coming soon, maybe they can go in the pasture together. Rubbing the colts neck she asked him to slow down as he moved into a lope but felt the firmness of the reins so he moved back into a normal pace next to the filly. Dark brunette hair moved swiftly down her neck as he moved and the wind blew the ponytail moved carefully. When her hand drifted back down her neck he tossed his head and nickered softly.
occ] no muse! [/occ
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Post by Confuzzled on Feb 12, 2008 15:44:59 GMT -5
The blond's blue eyes rolled as the girl road up alongside her, August still swaying with the horses rocking canter. She wasn't particularly fond of talking while she was trying to work so instead she slowed back to a slow trot, there was no point in trying to work her filly with this girl around, she was too talkative apparently. As she slowed to the trot she listened to the girls words and she shook her head "I don't usually put her out to pasture" she said with a little bit of a shrug. It wasn't that she liked to keep her horse from a good time it was just that she felt that horse's out in pasture could be a little crazy, there was nothing wrong with that but she didn't want her filly's leg getting messed up. Besides she didn't want her horse in the same pasture as the girl's, then she'd be forced to see this Kris more often.
The filly was sweaty enough and August figured she probably wasn't going to get much more work done with Kris around. She yawned slightly, tired from the night before when she'd gone out. She eased the horse down to a stop, gathered the reins in one hand and swung her leg over the horse, hitting the ground with a graceful thud. Slowly she tossed the reins over the filly's black head and caught them on the other side, moving to each side to put up the stirrup irons on the saddle. She turned back to look at the girl that still sat on the dapple gray, holding her reins in one hand. She wasn't sure what to say.
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