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Post by NOVA weisis on Jun 3, 2009 22:59:31 GMT -5
there had not been a single thing since she had first arrived in the grand U.S.A. four years ago that made her love the place she was forced to live in. she could remember glaring out the window of the plane she had basically been shoved on to. at the dark thoughts of when she left, a sour note is always left in her mind for the rest of the day, sending her into an even worse mood than she was generally in (yes folks, it was possible). that day was horrible, hastily ushered through packing, told she won't need much, barely able to say goodbye to the horses, but worse, to her friends. she always shuddered at the thought of the lack of time spent with them. most of their parents were old family friends, losing them was like losing her parents all over again, adding insult to injury (mentally). that day, other than the day that the local police came to her door to tell her that her parents had perished in a rather tragic accident, was in her books as one of the worst days in her entire sixteen year life span. upon arriving in america, she was swept up into a culture far different than the one she had known. america was always about getting things done as quickly as possible, and she found it hard to adjust.
it was a saturday morning, not that the day of the week mattered, because school was out for the break, meaning she could spend as long as she wanted just watching her mare playfully take small nibbles on the arms of unfortunate visitors. she had known morrigan as long as she was in america. the bay mare made things much more tolerable in the place dubbed 'the land of dreams'. in her rather humble (ok, arrogant) opinion, america held little dreams for her. all she wanted was to get through with school and return home to ireland. the day was actually turning out much more pleasant than she had planned, she had woken up on time, she found that her aunt had taken her car and filled it up with gas some time during the day, mots of her favorite songs had been played on the radio, and when she arrived at the stables, morrigan had been happily chewing away at a poor groom trying to clean her stall. she would have never asked for a better start to her day. and to top it all off she had two months to spend with the mare until school started back up again.
she groomed her mare with out really paying attention to the details like she normally did, more focused on the ride ahead. she had recently bought a double bridle for the mare and was excited to try it out on her. she had ridden a few times with the infamous double bridle and had enjoyed it, and it was only natural that her mare was ok with it, coming from the highly demanding german ring in germany. well, she hadn't bought the bridle, it was more of a 'you're-out-of-school' present her aunt had given her the day after school was out. gifts like that were things her aunt did in an attempt to say sorry for being a crappy stand in mother. personally, her aunt was not meant to be a mother, and probably never would be. dragging morrigan out to the arena, she absentmindedly took note of how lovely the morning sky looked. swinging her self up into the saddle she happily patted the bay mare's neck, let's see how you do today, if you're good i'm thinking we can hit up the trails after words? so perhaps the mare didn't ever really understand what nova was saying, she still talked to her like a human being, after all, she was the only one who would stand there quietly as she bitched about life. nova really liked those kind of moments.
character;; nova weisis
word count;; o.666
reservations;; anthony moore
notes;; sorry for the scattered-ness of it, the next one will be better :3
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Post by Kennedy 'Rain' Collins on Jun 4, 2009 15:56:11 GMT -5
Great. A weekend. I guess the only good part about a weekend is being able to sleep in and going out to see Spunk, my paint mustang. He was a wild mustang and was a lot like me. Maybe that was why we got along so well. Well, I don’t know if you would call it getting along but whatever worked. I knew he had a tough life and being away from where he was born was rough. Like me. Being here was torture. I was living with my grandparents. Tell me one good thing about that? Nothing. Exactly. Ok only one thing and that was they spoiled me because they felt bad for me. The rest of my family was killed in an explosion of gases in our house causing a house fire. The alarms never went off or gave any warning. Where was I? Being a good kid and running arrends for my mother. But never would I be a good kid again. That’s where I went wrong. If I would have just been there with them maybe it wouldn’t have happened or I would be with them. Not alone. I have always blamed myself for what has happened. Everyone has told me its not my fault. But it is. At least to me. And I hate myself. I hate the world for it. For taking my family away from me and sticking me in this god forsaken place. Alone.
However, since it was a weekend and I had time to kill I thought I would go see the wild horse and maybe work with him a bit. Heck I wasn’t someone you would call a trainer but we worked together good. Its like our communication got across right. I don’t know. I’m pretty dumb when it comes to horses. My shrink said it was a good idea to get one or whatever. Said it would calm me down. Right. Well it was decided. I would go down to the barn. So I dressed in some holey pants and a black tshirt. I put on a black and white bandanna over my forehead. Ok I think I am ready. I put on some shoes and headed out.
When I got to the barn I noticed a few other people but just ignored them. I was not in the talking mood. I just had an argument with my grandparents about the way I was acting and stuff. When I got down to Spunk’s stall a hidden smile came to my face. Ok so I was kinda happy to be down here around him. He was the only thing I could really talk to and not have to worry about being judged. It felt good just to vent sometimes. But he was the only thing I had. It wasn’t like I could talk to my grandparents, that’s just weird. Anyway back to grooming. I grabbed a brush and curry comb and started away at the stallions body. His mane and tail were rather knotted and had hay and a lot of other crap in it. Great. Thanks man, just what I needed. After I was done, finally, I grabbed his halter and lead and then opened the stall door and then lead the mustang to the arena. Hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone there. I really didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. But as I got closer, the sound of hooves was very present. Great. I sighed loudly. I walked into the arena, seeing there was a girl on a horse inside. Well better move over princess, the bad boys are here.
status - finished.
tagged - Nova.
listening too - none.
words - 631.
outfit - click.
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Post by NOVA weisis on Jun 4, 2009 16:28:49 GMT -5
so far she had been relatively alone in the arena. she liked it like that, it gave her more room to work on things that morrigan thought she should try to throw her off on. there were times when she preferred to have some other people in the arena to show off in front of, but today just wasn't one of those days. today she was in a 'me' mood, selfish and far from conversational. but of course, the laudeville all discipline-open was coming up. and against most of her better judgment, she had signed her and morrie up for the fourth level test three class. they had been doing pretty good on most things and in the back of her mind she knew they could have taken the prix st. georges test, but she still wasn't as confident as she should be with how they had recently been preforming the half pirouettes. in her own opinion, every time she put her outside leg onto the mare and sat back, asking her to bring her hind end under her self and collect, the mare would just balk and ignore her leg, most certainly something she didn't want happening in the ring. but other than that she had been rather pleased with how their flying changes and half-passes. the extensions in both the canter and walk had been improved to be flawless as ever. she was a little nervous about the shoulder-in, it was a weak point in her mare, but they were acceptable, they probably would not get a score higher than a '6' or '7' on them. but she expected at least an '8' on most everything else. in fact, she was beyond confident that they should at least get a score of 70% or above. a satisfactory smile lit up her features at the thought, she liked winning. and she thoroughly believed that morrigan enjoyed winning as well.
deciding that they had done enough walking, nova coaxed the mare into a trot to begin warming up, posting the gate as she did so. as soon as the two began to start working, she lost her self in her concentration, not paying attention to anyone or anything as they went around. in an attempt to warm her up, nova asked the mare to lengthen then shorten her stride, go through several transitions from a walk to trot and trot to walk, even do a few serpentines and circles. this was when she was at her best, this was when nova enjoyed everything that she had left to live for. sitting back in the saddle and trying to avoid the reins as much as possible she asked her to walk, smiling as her horse quickly complied to her wishes. she took a deep breath and asked her horse to canter, ready for the bolt of energy that generally followed the command, however today there was no jumping up and down, there was no surging forward, there was no out of control horse under her, today she was easy to ride, this sent a wave of pride and accomplishment to her heart, she was doing something right for once! as they rounded the first corner, she snapped out of her world to notice the boy and his small paint stallion walk in to the arena and right in their path, with a rather loud snarl she haphazardly yanked the reins to the side to avoid hitting them. narrowly escaping a crash, she circled back around to halt in front of them, glaring down at the two, her voice wrought with anger and her thick accent coming through, the hell was that?! did you not learn to look before you came into the damn arena? and there was that lovely temper that she could very well become famous for.
character;; nova weisis
word count;; o.637
reservations;; anthony moore
notes;; bwahaha. told you i had ideas >D
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