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Post by John Berkeley on Oct 1, 2011 23:17:20 GMT -5
"Okay everyone. Let's call roll!" John picked up his clipboard from it's sitting place on a wooden jump, "Since this is my first time meeting most of you-- oh, hello Canton-- most of you, let's go ahead and go around this circle and you can introduce yourself, and your horse, make sure to include the discipline and the division you use the horse in." He turned to the pair at his right, "Why don't you start, go ahead!
thoughts- doesn't really matter, just a starter word count- like none, lol.
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Post by Audrey Felicia McHenry on Oct 2, 2011 10:47:19 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------well it’s a big big city and it’s always the samecan never be too pretty, tell me your name--------------------------------------------------------- Audrey was sure her old friends would have a laughing fit at her outfit. A polo shirt? Really? She felt so awkward and stiffly formal, like she was about to show, not go to a lesson. Audrey knew it was probably better to ride in breeches and tall boots all the time, but she didn't have the money to replace tall boots every time they broke, or buy enough nice breeches. Her boots were the only familiar part of her getup: the old Ariats had been carefully oiled and patched so the worst cracks were masked, but they still reminded her of home.
Audrey pulled Winston's bridle over his ears and did up the buckles, then led him out of his stall to the outdoor hunter ring. She hadn't had too many lessons; until a year ago, she had been taught very sporadically. This would definitely prove to be an interesting experience, if nothing else. Maybe she could improve her equitation enough to be slightly more competitive. She had already made the decision to do the eq at the first show, just to get an idea of where she stood.
Girl and horse entered the arena and walked a few yards beyond the gate before Audrey swung up to Winston's back. She glanced around, looking for John, and found him sitting on a jump near center ring. Audrey guided her gelding over to him, taking a spot to his right, just as he started roll.
"I'm Audrey McHenry and this is Winston. We do the Large Junior Hunters," she said. She took her feet out of the stirrups and rolled her ankles lazily, trying to get the tenseness out. IF she was to do equitation, there couldn't be an stiffness there. --------------------------------------------------------- so if you’re crazy, i don’t care you amaze me if you’re lonely, why’d you say you’re not lonely --------------------------------------------------------- tagged for: you guys word count: 2 9 6 outfit: here lyrics from: whistle for the choir by the fratellis graphics from: coti-tastic of caution 2.0 template made by: ayla of north creek academy
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Post by Ever Monroe. on Oct 2, 2011 19:25:53 GMT -5
And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if your contagious - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever walked into the arena, Dancer following behind her. She didn't know the other girls in the arena, and she stayed by herself. Usually she would go skipping up to them, smile plastered on her face. Though, today, she was feeling exteremly shy. Why? Well, probably because she hadn't been riding in months. Usually she was a junior when it came to hunter jumping, but today she wasn't exactly sure.
"Um, hi there," she said to the instructor. "I'm Ever, Ever Monroe. This is Dancer. Well, I'm usually a junior when it comes to hunter jumping, but I got into a riding accident a couple of months ago, and haven't been riding since."
Ever was ready to leave the arena, just incase the instructor told her to go, and that this was only for the experienced riders. She looked down at the ground, her black boots scuffy and scratched. She looked run down and tired, since she woke up early this morning to wash Dancer and get her ready for the lesson.[/color] I would kiss you Even if you were dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Words: 172 Muse: 7/10 Thoughts: I don't know much about hunter jumping, so tell me if I make a mistake;P[/font]
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Post by Canton Marie Hale on Oct 2, 2011 19:38:09 GMT -5
***********************We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection,and dream of perfection.*********************** Canton took Garfield from the groom that handed him off to her. The Holsteiner gelding practically gleamed. The brunette brushed a speck of dirt that she had acquired from her ride earlier on amore, off her joules polo. She was a tad nervous for her first lesson with John, but she choose Garfield as her mount for this one because he was the calmest of her mounts. The 16.2 1/2 hand high eleven year old horse whinnied a bit as they passed her large pony Cyriac's stall. The two warmbloods were best friends and were used to being turned out together.
Canton led him out to the outdoor hunter ring. She really loved the look of this ring, she liked to call it "the infinity ring", it practically disappeared into the trees (THIS AND THIS). The girl entered the arena and stopped at the mounting block near the outside edge. She was only 5ft, so mounting from the ground wasn't really an option. She swung into the antares saddle and guided her gelding over to John and the few in the ring. The trainer was taking roll. A girl named Audrey went first, followed by that one girl, Ever, then it was her turn.
"I'm Canton Hale, but you know that John, and this is my junior hunter mount, Garfield. We do the Large Junior Hunters," she said, "And I plan on showing your jumper, Amore, in the Low Junior Jumpers and also my horse Serval in the low juniors, then also my large pony Cyriac. I've got others, my medium and equitation horse, but that's all I'm showing this time." *********************** What great thing would you attempt if you knew you could not fail? *********************** tagged: herro, meh peeps and homeboys. word count: two seventy-sevennnn. outfit: tadaaah quotes from: anonymous and Robert Schuller graphics from: sarah! template made by: sarah, the overlord of North Creek.
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Post by Lily Madison Kellyn on Oct 2, 2011 20:05:20 GMT -5
[ i m a g i n e y o u c o u l d t e a r t h e w o r l d a p a r t ] lay it all out like a weather chart Lily quickly brushed down Syl and slipped on his just oiled saddle. Lily looked at the new saddle pad smiled, satisfied with that weekend's pick, and put on the bridle. She slung the reiuns over his head, and led him out to the hunter ring. "First lesson here..." She whispered to herself and she walked into the ring and hopped on. Lily walked over to the instructor and listened as the riders before her introduced themselves. The girl next to her finished listing everything, and Lily grinned. "My name is Lily Kellyn, and this is Syl. We do mostly EQ classes, but sometimes we'll do hunter or jumper classes." She said, stroking her gelding's neck as she spoke.
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Post by maddie harlor. on Oct 2, 2011 20:53:53 GMT -5
Maddie tacked up Jinx quickly, making sure her black coat was sleek. It was good to be making a impression with John. She led Jinx out and into the ring and hopped up. She led Jinx over to the group.
"I'm Maddie and I ride Jinx- Didja Jinx It- and I do all the same classes as Canton. I'm wondering if I can test a few of your horses to see who I want to ride for my other classes... May I?" Maddie finished, scratching her forehead below her Charles Owen helmet. Jinx shook her head, messing up her mane. Maddie quickly fixed it, and turned her attention back to John.
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Post by John Berkeley on Oct 2, 2011 22:12:34 GMT -5
"Absolutely, we'll see how you do at this lesson, then we'll talk about it after. Okay! Everyone take a place on the outside of the ring and warm up. After that, everyone can take the diagonal line from the stone wall to the purple flower. Should be 6 strides. After the warming up, I'm going to set up a course to see where everyone is with finding their distances. Everything will be exactly a half-stride long, so you will either lengthen for the longer lines, or collect for shorter lines. Okay... Disperse!"
Comments: Yeah, excuse the dialogue only one-liner post, but as I'm just a filler right now since we don't have a trainer, I don't really want to do anything that would mess with his personality.
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Post by Audrey Felicia McHenry on Oct 3, 2011 21:09:57 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------well it’s a big big city and it’s always the samecan never be too pretty, tell me your name--------------------------------------------------------- Audrey listened closely to the directions, then did a turn on the forehand and headed out to the rail. She did some quick bending work, just to get Winston supple and ready to work, before striking a trot and starting a circle. Audrey yielded outward until the circle was twice the size it started out, then back in until Winston had no choice but to collect himself. As soon as he made the change from strung-out and lazy to active, Audrey took him back on the rail and pushed him to extend. Almost as soon as she asked, Winston fell apart: hip dragging behind, pulling himself along with his shoulder, heavy on her hands. Audrey turned her heel into his barrel sharply, pulling him around in a similar circle to before.
The process repeated twice more before Winston got the message. At this point, Audrey asked for a canter. By some miracle, he stayed in something of a frame through the transition. Audrey pushed her heels down and tried to identify particular parts of her body that needed to change. For one, she always sat deep in the saddle until takeoff, and from what she had seen of other equitation riders, that needed to change. Audrey sunk her weight into her heels again (they always seemed to slip up) and lifted herself just slightly out of the saddle. It was easier to ride this way, but she felt so insecure without a deep seat.
Comfort aside, Audrey felt ready to take the line. No one else seemed to be taking initiative, so on the next lap, she turned Winston toward the stone wall. "I'm taking the line!" she called out, although no one was in the way. A stride out, Audrey rose further out of the saddle and folded forward as Winston took off. It wasn't quite as high as they usually jumped, but when Audrey looked forward to the next jump, she saw flowers. Winston apparently saw them too, from the way he sucked back into the bridle and prepped himself to run. Audrey abandoned all hope of looking good and just focused on getting through the line. With careful skill, Audrey applied a hard kick to his ribs and caught his face when he tried to rush through her hands. She sat deep in the saddle and pushed with her hips and calves, giving him no option but forward in a straight line. Winston gave up his fight half a stride out, leaving Audrey with just enough time to get into two-point and grab some mane; he always overjumped by a foot or more over flowers.
Audrey was positive she had just embarrassed herself in front of the whole class. Some of the top juniors with the best horses in the country attended North Creek, and she couldn't even manage a line in mediocre form. It was out of character for her to be so self-punishing, but the situation required it. If she was to ever get better, she had to break herself down before she built herself back up.
--------------------------------------------------------- so if you’re crazy, i don’t care you amaze me if you’re lonely, why’d you say you’re not lonely --------------------------------------------------------- tagged for: the lesson group word count: 5 1 7 lyrics from: whistle for the choir by the fratellis graphics from: coti-tastic of caution 2.0 template made by: ayla of north creek academy
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Post by John Berkeley on Oct 3, 2011 23:07:41 GMT -5
"That's OKAY, Audrey, you got through it! We're looking for possible, not pretty. Take it again, and this time make him listen to you! You know what's coming up, so don't let him bat an eyelash at the flowers. Give him a lighter seat, and rather than forcing him to the jump on a tight rein and pumping, be calm and show him that you're confident that you both can do it. He'll sense that."
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Post by Lily Madison Kellyn on Oct 4, 2011 17:08:02 GMT -5
[ i m a g i n e y o u c o u l d t e a r t h e w o r l d a p a r t ] lay it all out like a weather chart Lily walked Syl out to the ring, pushing him into a working walk. She bent him to both sides, stretching his neck out. She asked for a trot, and started posting. They seemed to float across the ring as they went in circles. They spiraled into the center of the circle, and back out again. Lily asked for a halt, and right on cue Syl stopped in his tracks. They moved back into a walk, and from there, they popped into a collected canter. Lily sat deep in her seat, and pushed her heels down as far as possible. She wanted to look good in front of John so that she could maybe, just maybe ride one of his horses in the upcoming show. After half a lap, Lily turned across the middle of the ring and extended for a few strides before bringing him back to a walk. She looked up at the line, making sure nobody was there, but someone had beaten her to going over it. She halted Syl out of the way of everyone and watched her go through. Lily watched the girl’s horse act up, but smiled when she got him under control. When the girl walked past her with a frown on her face, Lily piped out, “Even if it wasn’t pretty, you did it. That’s what my old instructor used to say. Some of the girls here couldn’t have done that as well as you did.” Before the girl had time to respond, Lily turned her gelding out to the rail and asked for a trot, going into a canter from there. She approached the line, and Syl’s ears perked up. Lily kept him calm, and at the perfect time, they lifted up into the air together over the wall. Syl had jumped it nicely, and Lily grinned as they approached the flowers. Syl picked up a quicker pace a few strides out, and Lily knew he’d jump it big. She tried to collect him a bit but it was too late. He flew into the air almost a full stride early, and over-jumped it by almost a foot. Lily’s smile quickly turned into a frown when he did this, but she stayed with him. After the jump, she rode him in circles until he calmed down.
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Post by Ever Monroe. on Oct 4, 2011 18:16:41 GMT -5
And I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if your contagious - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ever nodded and hopped up onto Dancer. She gave a small little kick, and Dancer began to walk around the arena. Ever smiled, loving being back in the saddle after being away from it so long. Dancer seemed to be doing well, so far. Ever followed what John asked them to do. Dancer got distracted easily, though, whinnying to the other horses. Embarrassed, Ever tried to quiet down her warmblood mare. After warming up, Ever pushed Dancer into a canter, keeping her eyes focused on what was in front of her, hoping she wouldn't make a mistake that would make the others laugh. Dancer came near a wall that one girl had just gone over.
Ever focused onto the jump, counting the strides in her head carefully, not missing a single one. Dancer got too excited though, not having jumped in so many months. She whinnied and went over the jump too early, taking Ever by surprise. Ever grabbed Dancer's mane so she wouldn't go over Daner's head. She leaned fowards, and when Dancer landed, Ever went fowards even more. Ever grabbed onto her neck, then sat up and gathered her reigns. Ever hoped that the others wouldn't giggle at her for almost falling off.
"Guess we need more practice," Ever said to Dancer quietly, stopping her in the middle of the arena. She patted Dancer's neck absentmindedly, going over in her head what went wrong.[/color] I would kiss you Even if you were dead. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Words: 236 Tagged: Lesson group Credit: Template made by lala of North Creek Academy. Lyrics: I don't care if your contagious by Pierce The Veil Muse: 9/10 Thoughts: I don't know much about hunter jumping, so tell me if I make a mistake;P[/font]
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Post by Phoebe Caden Jones on Oct 4, 2011 19:16:19 GMT -5
"C'mon Tommy." Phoebe clucked to the average sized chestnut gelding. Thomas listened, as always, and fell into stride a step away from Phoebe herself. Phoebe's teal Ariat polo stood out against her horse's coat. Phoebe instinctively reached up to her helmet to make sure all hair was tucked neatly under her Charles Owen.
The pair walked quietly and calmly toward the ring, as if it were no big deal. It really wasn't. Or Phoebe had trained herself not to think it was. She was good at controlling her nerves and that's what made her such a well known rider. John already knew Phoebe of course, they may not have trained together, but they've come across each other. How couldn't they in a world as small as the Hunter ring?
Phoebe and Tommy followed behind another girl with a chestnut gelding. Canton Hale, and that was Garfield. They'd competed a few times, it was always pretty close. They'd never really spoken before, but either the girl was a brat or she wasn't, there was no in between. Phoebe wasn't quick to judge, as she didn't want others to do that to her, but she'd found that true in horseback riding. Either you were a brat, or you weren't.
Phoebe mounted Tommy from the block and brought him into the circle the other riders had formed. It quickly became her turn. "I'm Phoebe Jones and I'm doing Eq Classic with Tommy here, Large Junior Hunter and Children's Derby with Fiona, Children's Jumper with Chloe, Large Green Pony Hunter and USEF Pony Medal with Break." Phoebe took a breath. That was a lot. "And any catch rides I can get." She added, more quietly. She wasn't shy, but she didn't like speaking for such a long time. Especially when she could tell someone was actually listening, and these riders were.
Phoebe pushed Tommy to the rail with her inside leg and let him stretch out with a nice even walk on a loose rein. Anytime she had a long side to herself she would practice leg yields. Out of her four horses, Chloe was actually the best at them. A change of direction and another lap later, she collected her reins even more and asked for a steady working trot. The gelding put his head right into a frame, but he was tucking his nose to his chest. A false frame, really. Phoebe used her leg to ask him to stick his nose out a little. He happily did so.
For a lap or two in each direction, Phoebe asked for a more extended trot on the long ends and a collected, sitting trot on the shorter ones. She paid no attention to the other riders unless one got in her way. She would learn names later, right now it was time to do work.
"Line!" She called to the ring. Using her outside leg more than her inside rein, she turned Tommy toward the stone wall. The fake plastic kind that the pair had seen so many times before. Phoebe made sure her hands weren't buried into the gelding's withers by moving them more toward her martingale. One, two, one, two... Phoebe counted in her head. The gelding found his own spot, and Phoebe let him take it. It ended up being a nice one, he didn't have to launch himself vertically or horizontally. Over the jump, the blonde kept her eyes up and heels down, then made sure not to come out of two point early. They landed calmly, and Phoebe let him continue the six strides like that. Their first spot, was great, why collect or push for another? This theory proved true, as they got an even six before taking off over the purple flowers. Tommy didn't even bat an eyelash. They landed a little more quickly then before, but Phoebe could feel that the gelding was preparing for a lead change. Phoebe held him to the wrong lead until the turn and asked for one there. As always, it was more with her rein than leg, resulting in a half change. Phoebe nudged with her outside leg and he switched his back feet the next stride.
It took about a second to correct it, but Phoebe had still made an obvious mistake. Mistakes weren't going to get her titles. She pulled the gelding to a walk and watched the others attempt the simple line.
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Post by Canton Marie Hale on Oct 4, 2011 22:20:58 GMT -5
***********************We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection,and dream of perfection.*********************** Well, well, well... Phoebe Jones. The girl's who pony, well, wasn't a pony. They had competed against each other a few times, and she was good. Competition, but good nevertheless. They'd be friends, hopefully, it depended on whether the girl was a bitch or not. Three riders took the fence... and well, calling them amateurs would be putting it nicely. Here goes Phoebe... Nice... Ooh. Half change. Well, it was decent. Good until the half change. After a few laps in each direction and circles on both leads, Canton called the line. Using her outside leg and seat, the brunette turned Garfield toward the stone wall. It was obviously fake to a rider, but to those watching it would look pretty realistic. Canton gave a light seat to the fence, making sure to let Garfield move out his best under her. She spotted her distance and rode to the fence. The gelding took off, his front end snapped up with squared knees. In flight, the girl kept her eyes up and release a little, just long enough to keep from catching him in the mouth, but just short enough to look good. They landed soft and Canton let Garfield strut his stuff to the second fence. Graceful was the only thing that could describe the next jump. Their 6 strides to the next fence were perfect. She asked for his lead over the fence and the purple flowers were soon behind them.
She only had one thought for the rest of the group, minus Phoebe, Get. On. My. Level.
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Post by Audrey Felicia McHenry on Oct 5, 2011 20:30:53 GMT -5
---------------------------------------------------------well it’s a big big city and it’s always the samecan never be too pretty, tell me your name--------------------------------------------------------- Audrey let Winston stretch out at a trot while the other riders jumped, being careful to stay out of the way. John had a point about confidence, but Audrey was positive the only way to get Winston over flowers was to give him no other choice. The Lily girl tried to cheer her up, but it only worked a little bit. Audrey knew she rode Winston better than anyone else who had tried, but she wasn't sure these other girls were worse than she was. What she'd give for a chance to ride a well-broke horse for once, instead of the greenies she was usually given.
She let the other riders go, watching each one with a critical eye. Although she couldn't make her own body do it, Audrey had a knack for picking out the good equitation. Lily's line was good until they were heading for the flowers, when her horse picked up speed and overjumped. At least she still looked good.
Audrey grimaced at Ever's line. Nothing like a near-fall to get the blood pumping. Sit up, sit up! she shouted in her head, but it didn't help. Duh. Audrey shifted her gaze to the next rider, Phoebe. She thought she'd seen Phoebe ride a different horse once, but she couldn't quite decide in what ring it was. She recognized people either because they were horribly bad or terrifically good - and if Phoebe was here, she was good. Her line proved Audrey's hypothesis, except for a half change just as Audrey looked away to the next rider.
Canton Hale. There was a name Audrey recognized. Canton had beat her more than a few times in the Junior Hunters, but Audrey had no hard feelings. She herself was always showing the horses that weren't good enough to go open but had passed their green years. Her line was flawless. That was the kind of ride Audrey wanted to have, but of course she had to deal with her ass of a horse and her own limitations.
There was one more rider, but she wasn't heading toward the wall, so Audrey took her chance. She asked Winston for a nice canter again and tried to follow John's advice. Carefully, she balanced herself in the saddle, riding forward and making absolutely sure she was giving him enough rein to jump with. The first fence was easy, but Audrey kept her face blank. The challenge was ahead.
Winston gave the same pre-cues as before: sucking back into the bridle and slowing down. Audrey applied heavy leg, but didn't change her hands. She could feel what he was going to do before he even started. Winston slowed drastically, until he was at seven stride on the line and still not at the base of the fence. Audrey delivered another sharp kick to his ribs and was truly surprised. Winston squeezed in another quick, tiny stride and took off at a spot that was just this side of dangerous. He rocked back and gave the roundest jump she had ever felt, popping her leg back and causing her to lay on his neck. Midair, she corrected it a little, but was still falling a little forward upon landing.
She allowed herself a small smile as she asked for the lead change to go around the corner. "That's actually the best he's ever done over flowers outside of the show ring. Usually when I try that, he just refuses flat-out. He's taught me more bad habits than I can count," she called out to John across the ring.
--------------------------------------------------------- so if you’re crazy, i don’t care you amaze me if you’re lonely, why’d you say you’re not lonely --------------------------------------------------------- tagged for: lesson group word count: 6 0 1 lyrics from: whistle for the choir by the fratellis graphics from: coti-tastic of caution 2.0 template made by: ayla of north creek academy
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Post by Andy Martinez on Oct 5, 2011 22:00:51 GMT -5
: :You Are My Favorite Explosion: : [/size][/color][/font] : : : : : : : : :A Violin With No Hands Plays Symphonies With No Words : : : : : : : : [/font][/size][/color] Sneakily, Andy walked into the arena with Chex following behind him. He was late, but only because he had an eye doctors appointment. Would he be allowed to be in a group lesson because he was blind in one eye? He prayed mentally that the instructor wouldn't notice his blurry left eye. His hands shook as he climbed up onto Chex after checking her girth. Andy collected his reigns and walked Chex around to warm her up. His helmet hurt his sore head. Andy had stiches on his cheek and right arm. Cuts and scrapes were still on his face, making him look like he just escaped a horror movie. It felt like he did, too.
Andy watched around him as the others went over the jumps. Chex wanted to get jumping too, she hated being left behind in the dust. Andy patted her neck, though to calm her down. He was still really sore, and wasn't even sure if he would be able to get into a 2-point position. Breathing deeply, though, he pushed Chex to a trot, then a collected canter. It was slightly hard to steer with his blind eye. He had to focus extra hard and look out for the other riders. Andy hoped that he wouldn't get into anybody's way, and prayed that nobody would get mad at him for being just slightly out of control.: :A Diamond Bullet And A Gun Made Of Gold: : [/size][/color][/font] : : : : : : : : :She Was Covered In Blood Last Seen In San Francisco!: : : : : : : : [/font][/size][/color] : : : : : : : : :
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