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Post by Ever Monroe. on Sept 29, 2011 20:34:13 GMT -5
Ever walked into the barn, skipping happily. She saw Dancer peak her head out, and a smile grew onto Ever's little face. "Hello my little angel! How are you today?" She gave the mare a treat, petting her neck, then. This was Ever's first day at North Creek Academy. Her heart thumped, and she hoped that she would at least make one new friend here today. "Remember, be yourself and everybody will love you, Evy!"[/color] Her mother had said to her. Ever smiled, her mother's voice still drifiting in her head. Her deep brown eyes began to shine, her skinny little arms reached out to Dancer once again. She then looked at the entrance, waiting for somebody to arrive. Ever's hair was up in crazy buns again with a white headband. She wore a white cardigan and pink shirt, along with blue skinny jeans. "Will anybody show up?" She asked Dancer.
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Post by Canton Marie Hale on Sept 29, 2011 22:31:27 GMT -5
We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection. * Canton lead Amore back into the barn and after a big pat on the shoulder, handed him off to a groom. She had a good ride on the warmblood owned by John Berkeley, luckily he had offered to let her ride him that morning. She had only been at North Creek Academy a day and she knew no one, but they all knew her. She figured it was because she trained with big name trainers previously and was huge on the national show circuit, as well as her regular postings on her youtube channel and tumblr. * Her favorite thing about the barn here was that it was practically the Taj Mahal for horses. It was, to put it lightly, GORGEOUS. The isle were spotless mostly thanks to countless grooms and workers. Canton brushed a bit of horse hair off her tan Tailored Sportsman breeches and took a look in a mirror hanging next to the bulletin board on the wall. The girl's light yellow polo was perfectly tucked in with a leather belt, her dark hair was smooth and perfect in a ponytail hanging out of her Charles Owen GR8, and her parlanti field boots and black gloves were spotless. She stopped at,her pony Cyriac's stall next to a girl with pinto warmblood. "Hi, I'm Canton Hale," she said turning to the girl after giving Cyriac a pat over the door to his stall.
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Post by maddie harlor. on Sept 30, 2011 7:01:30 GMT -5
Maddie walked into the barn with her favorite riding clothes on. Chocolatey brown riding pants, a fun polka dot tee-shirt- with a horse - and her Charles Owen hat. Her Ariat boots had a bit of mud, and were scuffed at the tips. She definitely needed new ones. She noticed her best friend of all times, Canton. "Canton!" She yelled, running forward to greet her friend. She didn't look her best, but she was just doing a bit of practicing with Jinx, then headed out to grab something quick to eat. Now she was in the barn.
"I've missed you soo much!" Maddie exclaimed. "We need to have a sleepover, pronto. And give each other manicures. I've been needing that for a while now." Sighing, she turned around, then noticed Ever. "Oh, hi." She whispered. She got shy around new people. More so with girls, though, since she was ALWAYS looking for a boyfriend. She turned back to Canton, thinking of another thing to do. "We can also try and find cute guys." She said with a grin.
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Post by Canton Marie Hale on Sept 30, 2011 11:56:36 GMT -5
We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection. * "Hey girl! We totally do! I've missed you so so so much! And yeah, boys. Ahahaaa, maybe just you, guys don't ever like me. I just got back in from riding one of John's horses, Amore Mio, but I've already given him to a groom. Have you ridden any of their horses yet? They're fabulous, John said if I liked him I can show him in the children's at our first show of the season! Oh and this is... Sorry I didn't catch your name, it's Ever, right?" she said. The brunette beauty took off her GR8 and placed it on a nearby tack trunk, and let her long nearly black out of it's ponytail. * Canton could tell that she was going to like it here, she was already liked by the trainers, the students already knew her, it was going to be a good year. word count:142 thoughts: meh. wearing: yellow ralph lauren polo, tan tailored sportsman breeches, parlanti custom field boots, roeckle gloves, black on black Charles Owen GR8
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Post by Ever Monroe. on Sept 30, 2011 16:14:21 GMT -5
Ever was slightly caught off guard. Was this the Canton Hale? Her friend looked familiar. Ever put a smile back onto her face. The girl's were slightly overwhelming to Ever. The friend seemed to almost not notice Ever standing there next to Dancer. "Uh, yes! And this is my Warmblood, Little Dancer. I just call her Dancer, though. She was named after her father. His name is pretty long, though." Ever caught herself rambling on, and knew the famous girls probably didn't care. Ever looked way different compared to the other two girls. Her hair was up in crazy buns, while the other two had normal hair. She was underdressed a little, too. Usually she didn't get all prepped up before riding. She liked to keep it simple so she woulnd't have problems staying in the saddle. When the girls began to talk about boys, Ever's face grew slightly red. At her past schools, she was known as the Boyfriend Stealer. She stole everybodies boyfriends. Ever didn't say anything, not wanting to burst anybody's bubbles. :: :: :: :: :: :: :: ::Words: 175 Muse: 8/10 Thoughts: La, la, la, la...
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Post by Canton Marie Hale on Oct 1, 2011 16:27:47 GMT -5
We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection. * "That's awesome! Is he by any chance by This Little Dancer Dances at Night? My older trainer had a mare from him and she was wonderful. I can't wait for the first show of the season! Do you know if you're showing?" Canton looked at the girl. She her normal peppy self, but sometimes her overenthusiastic personality could surprise people because she came off so quiet at first. word count:not a lot, lol. thoughts: ewww. I'm on my phone and it's hard to post, so this is the best you're getting out of me. bahaha wearing: yellow ralph lauren polo, tan tailored sportsman breeches, parlanti custom field boots, roeckle gloves, black on black Charles Owen GR8
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Post by Phoebe Caden Jones on Oct 5, 2011 20:25:00 GMT -5
"This is it, Chloe!" Phoebe used the tiny metal mane comb to collect a longer part of the gray's mane. She then wrapped it around the comb and pulled it out. Easy as pie. Chloe had a braider's dream mane. It was thin, but not too thin, and easy to manage. Break on the other hand.. That thing could probably be called an afro.
Phoebe patted Chloe's dappled neck and kneeled down to work on her legs. There had been botfly eggs, hundreds, all stuck in her coat around her knees. They were hard to pick out, and Phoebe set to work quickly, using her fingernails to get underneath them.
Talking. The blond continued what she was doing and started to listen to the girls. Three it seemed. Canton, Ever, and Maddie were the names that Phoebe heard. She zoned out. Eavesdropping was rude, and she didn't really understand where the conversation was going anyway.
Wait! Phoebe brought a tool for getting botfly eggs out! A grooming block, or whatever, it was in her tack trunk, which was.. right by the girls. Whatever the teen would have to meet someone new someday. She opened Chloe's stall door, then shut it behind her. She had just gotten off of Break a few minutes ago, so she still had on a pink Joules polo, and her Ariat Monacos were still on her feet. They were new, and still not broken in yet. Phoebe was sure there would be blisters after today.
Phoebe stepped confidently toward her tack box, muttering a polite, "Excuse me," to the group of girls. She grabbed the block and turned toward the group. Was that an expectant look? Phoebe couldn't tell.
"Phoebe Jones. I own Break, Fiona, Tommy, and Chloe." She turned to walk away, but felt the sudden impulse to keep talking. It felt good talking to someone her own age.
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Post by Ever Monroe. on Oct 5, 2011 21:21:07 GMT -5
Ever smiled, nodding, and said, "Yes, it is! And I do plan on showing. I just got back riding, though, so I probably won't do too good." Ever smiled a little bit more and patted Dancer, who was nudging Ever for a treat. She turned her head to her slightly and shushed her. "I'm talking, Dancer." She figured she probably looked crazy for talking to Dancer like she was a human. But in Ever's mind, Dancer was a human, and was exactly like Ever. She even thought of herself as crazy, and she liked thinking of herself that way. Ever didn't know why, she just did. A girl walked over by Ever and the other two, muttering a "Excuse me." Ever nodded, stepping back slightly to let the girl through. Ever said, "I'm Ever, and this is Dancer. It's very nice to meet you!" She stuck out a hand for Phoebe to shake. The was confident looking, and had pretty blonde hair. Ever had always wished for blonde hair and blue eyes, but instead had to settle for dark brown hair and dark brown eyes that shined in the sun like gold. She had been told before that her eyes were pretty, but Ever didn't believe them. Well, she knew she was pretty, beautiful actually, but for some reason couldn't deal with her brown hair and brown eyes. Ever started putting her hair up in crazy buns just a few years ago to make her hair look cool, but so far, it made people weirded out for some reason. Ever didn't care, though. :: :: :: :: :: :: :: :: Words: 263 Muse: 7/10 Thoughts: Ehhh, not a good post;P
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