Post by GRIFFIN devereux on Jul 6, 2009 5:38:16 GMT -5
GRIFFIN ALEXANDER DEVEREUX
[/size]it's all for you, for you my friend
[/center]NICK NAMES[/color]
AGE[/color] seventeen, july fourteenth
GENDER[/color] male
SEXUALITY[/color] homosexual
CLIQUE[/color] emo
CANON[/color]
PLAY-BY[/color] chris dakota
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OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]EXPERIENCE[/color] three - four years
CONTACT[/color] just pm. sorry
CODE FROM THE RULES[/color] find it.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
A big, blue trailer pulled up right in front of the barn. From the back came the trumpet of a few horses and three guys came out from the brown pickup. The first looked to be about fifty, the second the forty or so, and the third was about seventeen. They spoke in hushed tones for a moment before walking to the trailer. To someone looking in from the outside it would seem if just four horses or so could fit in there but they would laugh to see the sight that came pouring out. From the trailer came what seemed be a bazillion little miniature ponies and then one warmblood mix. The big mare spooked a bit at the sight of all the little ponies running under her and she reared up. One darted underneath her belly and another went right up to her and brayed like a little donkey. The seventeen year old was doing his hardest to get the frightened mare out but all that was happening was that she was getting more and more freaked out by the possibility of stepping on them. He finally turned and let her pick her own way out of the mess. She choose to just jump over about six of them then frighten one enough to make it move.
The other two tried to round up all the ponies but were unsuccessful until a dog jumped out of the truck. Yapping at the heels of the little horses he managed to get them all in the trailer when the men shut the doors. The mare was shivering out of fear and Griffin was worried about her. The two men came back with all her tack and set it down in the tack room before making a hasty departure. They forgot the dog and he ran alongside until the truck slowed and he was able to jump into the back of the pickup. Griffin placed Sy into the crossties and took out her grooming supplies. After trading her shipping halter for a nylon one and taking off the fuzzy shipping boots, he started with the currycomb. After brushing out her sweaty coat into a nice clean one he decided to take a walk in order to get to know the place better. He figure that he might as well make a good first impression and traded her plain purple halter to her white leather one that he had gotten as a farewell present from a friend at his old barn.
The sun shone down on the unlikely duo as they made their way around the establishment. They went first to the round pen where a beautiful dappled grey stallion was being lunged. Griffin stopped for a moment to admire his strong thoroughbred lines. He looked like he had raced at one point but then had been re-trained for hunter perhaps. He looked like a horse that had been in a famous equine magazine named Burn Your Enemies. With a start he realized that is was indeed that exact horse. The rider looked to be about fifteen and he acknowledged her with a nod of his head before moving on into one of the trails that wrapped around. It was a good climb but both of them were well used to taking brisk walks in the mornings so this was nothing new. They got to a hill that overlooked the entire school in all its glory and he realized just how big the place really was. It stretched out in front of him and seemed to never end. Out of his sweatshirt he pulled out a carrot for Sy and a half of a chicken and sweet corn sandwich for himself. He leaned against the mare's comforting bulk and watched the going on around the stable.
The girl who had been lunging the stallion was now riding him and it was obvious that she had no idea what to do with a high-strung stallion. As he and Sy watched, the horse snatched the reins and bucked the poor girl off. An instructor rushed in and comforted the girl while the horse ran about. He and Sy rushed down to the barn where he quickly put the mare away with the promise to fill her in later with whatever was about to happen. He then ran over to the arena where the stallion still ran about, the whites of his eyes showing and his head held high. It was not out of fear but the love to be able to do his own thing freely. The reins were still around his neck luckily and as Griffin watched he cleared a four-foot jump with ease.
The girl had been escorted out by the instructor and was now being rushed to the nurse’s office. No one had even thought about what may happen to the horse. Griffin slid inside through the bars and sat on the ground. The excited horse galloped around once more with an ear pointed inwards before his curiosity got the best of him. Moments later Griffin felt a warm breath on his neck. The stallion was not mean, he was just like an over excited puppy that live in a small cage. He always wanted to be able to get out and test his limits but there was always some sort of force field that surrounded him like a bubble, bouncing him back to the beginning.
Griffin held his hand out to the big horse and then stroked the offered head. He itched right in front of his ear, right under his brow band. The stallion closed his eyes happily, enjoy the welcome attention. The girl hurried back but stopped when she saw the two sitting in the center of the arena. Griffin saw her and stood up slowly. He grabbed the stallion’s reins and walked over to her. ”May I ride him?” he asked. The other girl responded with an amazed nod. Griffin snapped on his helmet and swung up onto the stallion’s broad back.
Burner stood quietly while he adjusted his stirrups but when they moved out he tried to break into a fast trot. Griffin asked him to slow, not by yanking on his sore mouth but by sitting deeper in the saddle and using his body signals. The horse remembered his old training and responded by slowing to a working walk. His back gently rounded and soon they were trotting smoothly in the bit. By now they had attracted quite an audience. Everyone knew about the stallion and his problems. They all said out loud that it was the horse’s fault that he was so awful but everyone truly blamed the stuck up girl whose daddy had bought her the world-famous horse just for Sycamore.
Griffin pointed him toward a little two-foot jump at a quick trot. He could feel Burner tensing up on the bit as if he was expecting to be told to slow down to a snails pace but instead Griffin urged him into a longer trot stride. They cleared it beautifully and then shifted into a canter. The four-foot fence that Griffin had seen the horse jump earlier was right in front of them. He felt Burner gather up and then soar over. One moment they were flying then they had landed and continued at a smooth canter. Everyone’s jaws seemed to hit the floor. The owner of the thoroughbred just sat there with her eyes wide. She looked like she might faint any second.
Griffin took him over a few more jumps before hopping off and leading him to his real owner. The stallion began to prance and tried to bolt when she grabbed the reins. He dragged her a few feet before she let go and he promptly trotted back to Griffin. The stallion stood proudly with his head held high and tail cocked. The girl stood up and raised her whip as if to hit him but before the blow landed Griffin had pulled the crop out of her hand. ”Never. Ever. Hit. A. Horse. In. Front. Of. Me. Understand? he said in a measured tone. A glint of a powerful rage that was only barely held in check was voiced behind the even tone.
She raised her head and tried to look him in the eye but he was much taller then her lithe frame and he towered over her. He’s MY horse and nobody tells ME what to do with him. I’ll hit him if I wish to. she said. The rudeness in her voice was highly apparent and Griffin felt the urge to slap her. ”If he’s your horse then how much money do you want for him” he continued speaking as she slowly turned paler and paler ”Unless you call what you were doing out there riding then I think you should jump at my offer. Yep that’s right. I saw him take off then throw you and after seeing another rider on this ‘crazy stallion’ I would think that they would agree in my offer to buy him.” She open her mouth like a fish a few times before saying ”Your insane! He is a dangerous horse!!! I’m the only one who has a bond with him!”
”I’ve retrained a few horses before. I’m not totally stupid you know. Again. How much do you want for him?” she sized up the horse, staying well away from his back hooves and sharp teeth. ”Once he was amazing but now all he’s fit for is dog food. she said with a cruel glint in her eye ”Give me three thousand with five hundred right now and I will sell him to you rather then a meat buyer. Of course if you don’t carry around five hundred dollars then you are not rich enough to afford him and I shall call the slaughter house right now. Oh how sad. Don’t have the money do you poor boy.” This girl was making him so mad but finally he had a comeback.
Out of the pocket in his black skinny jeans he pulled out a fancy Italian leather wallet. From there he pulled out five bills and handed them off. ”How much will it cost if you promise never to buy a horse ever again?” A hush fell over the small crowd that was gathered around. ”Hummmmmm. That would cost exactly five thousand dollars, charged straight to my account.” He pulled out his custom made black LG Rhythm. He dialed his back and after a brief conversation, seven thousand, five hundred dollars were being sent to her account. The stallion was now officially his.
The other two tried to round up all the ponies but were unsuccessful until a dog jumped out of the truck. Yapping at the heels of the little horses he managed to get them all in the trailer when the men shut the doors. The mare was shivering out of fear and Griffin was worried about her. The two men came back with all her tack and set it down in the tack room before making a hasty departure. They forgot the dog and he ran alongside until the truck slowed and he was able to jump into the back of the pickup. Griffin placed Sy into the crossties and took out her grooming supplies. After trading her shipping halter for a nylon one and taking off the fuzzy shipping boots, he started with the currycomb. After brushing out her sweaty coat into a nice clean one he decided to take a walk in order to get to know the place better. He figure that he might as well make a good first impression and traded her plain purple halter to her white leather one that he had gotten as a farewell present from a friend at his old barn.
The sun shone down on the unlikely duo as they made their way around the establishment. They went first to the round pen where a beautiful dappled grey stallion was being lunged. Griffin stopped for a moment to admire his strong thoroughbred lines. He looked like he had raced at one point but then had been re-trained for hunter perhaps. He looked like a horse that had been in a famous equine magazine named Burn Your Enemies. With a start he realized that is was indeed that exact horse. The rider looked to be about fifteen and he acknowledged her with a nod of his head before moving on into one of the trails that wrapped around. It was a good climb but both of them were well used to taking brisk walks in the mornings so this was nothing new. They got to a hill that overlooked the entire school in all its glory and he realized just how big the place really was. It stretched out in front of him and seemed to never end. Out of his sweatshirt he pulled out a carrot for Sy and a half of a chicken and sweet corn sandwich for himself. He leaned against the mare's comforting bulk and watched the going on around the stable.
The girl who had been lunging the stallion was now riding him and it was obvious that she had no idea what to do with a high-strung stallion. As he and Sy watched, the horse snatched the reins and bucked the poor girl off. An instructor rushed in and comforted the girl while the horse ran about. He and Sy rushed down to the barn where he quickly put the mare away with the promise to fill her in later with whatever was about to happen. He then ran over to the arena where the stallion still ran about, the whites of his eyes showing and his head held high. It was not out of fear but the love to be able to do his own thing freely. The reins were still around his neck luckily and as Griffin watched he cleared a four-foot jump with ease.
The girl had been escorted out by the instructor and was now being rushed to the nurse’s office. No one had even thought about what may happen to the horse. Griffin slid inside through the bars and sat on the ground. The excited horse galloped around once more with an ear pointed inwards before his curiosity got the best of him. Moments later Griffin felt a warm breath on his neck. The stallion was not mean, he was just like an over excited puppy that live in a small cage. He always wanted to be able to get out and test his limits but there was always some sort of force field that surrounded him like a bubble, bouncing him back to the beginning.
Griffin held his hand out to the big horse and then stroked the offered head. He itched right in front of his ear, right under his brow band. The stallion closed his eyes happily, enjoy the welcome attention. The girl hurried back but stopped when she saw the two sitting in the center of the arena. Griffin saw her and stood up slowly. He grabbed the stallion’s reins and walked over to her. ”May I ride him?” he asked. The other girl responded with an amazed nod. Griffin snapped on his helmet and swung up onto the stallion’s broad back.
Burner stood quietly while he adjusted his stirrups but when they moved out he tried to break into a fast trot. Griffin asked him to slow, not by yanking on his sore mouth but by sitting deeper in the saddle and using his body signals. The horse remembered his old training and responded by slowing to a working walk. His back gently rounded and soon they were trotting smoothly in the bit. By now they had attracted quite an audience. Everyone knew about the stallion and his problems. They all said out loud that it was the horse’s fault that he was so awful but everyone truly blamed the stuck up girl whose daddy had bought her the world-famous horse just for Sycamore.
Griffin pointed him toward a little two-foot jump at a quick trot. He could feel Burner tensing up on the bit as if he was expecting to be told to slow down to a snails pace but instead Griffin urged him into a longer trot stride. They cleared it beautifully and then shifted into a canter. The four-foot fence that Griffin had seen the horse jump earlier was right in front of them. He felt Burner gather up and then soar over. One moment they were flying then they had landed and continued at a smooth canter. Everyone’s jaws seemed to hit the floor. The owner of the thoroughbred just sat there with her eyes wide. She looked like she might faint any second.
Griffin took him over a few more jumps before hopping off and leading him to his real owner. The stallion began to prance and tried to bolt when she grabbed the reins. He dragged her a few feet before she let go and he promptly trotted back to Griffin. The stallion stood proudly with his head held high and tail cocked. The girl stood up and raised her whip as if to hit him but before the blow landed Griffin had pulled the crop out of her hand. ”Never. Ever. Hit. A. Horse. In. Front. Of. Me. Understand? he said in a measured tone. A glint of a powerful rage that was only barely held in check was voiced behind the even tone.
She raised her head and tried to look him in the eye but he was much taller then her lithe frame and he towered over her. He’s MY horse and nobody tells ME what to do with him. I’ll hit him if I wish to. she said. The rudeness in her voice was highly apparent and Griffin felt the urge to slap her. ”If he’s your horse then how much money do you want for him” he continued speaking as she slowly turned paler and paler ”Unless you call what you were doing out there riding then I think you should jump at my offer. Yep that’s right. I saw him take off then throw you and after seeing another rider on this ‘crazy stallion’ I would think that they would agree in my offer to buy him.” She open her mouth like a fish a few times before saying ”Your insane! He is a dangerous horse!!! I’m the only one who has a bond with him!”
”I’ve retrained a few horses before. I’m not totally stupid you know. Again. How much do you want for him?” she sized up the horse, staying well away from his back hooves and sharp teeth. ”Once he was amazing but now all he’s fit for is dog food. she said with a cruel glint in her eye ”Give me three thousand with five hundred right now and I will sell him to you rather then a meat buyer. Of course if you don’t carry around five hundred dollars then you are not rich enough to afford him and I shall call the slaughter house right now. Oh how sad. Don’t have the money do you poor boy.” This girl was making him so mad but finally he had a comeback.
Out of the pocket in his black skinny jeans he pulled out a fancy Italian leather wallet. From there he pulled out five bills and handed them off. ”How much will it cost if you promise never to buy a horse ever again?” A hush fell over the small crowd that was gathered around. ”Hummmmmm. That would cost exactly five thousand dollars, charged straight to my account.” He pulled out his custom made black LG Rhythm. He dialed his back and after a brief conversation, seven thousand, five hundred dollars were being sent to her account. The stallion was now officially his.
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CARLEE BARLEY !? OF CAUTION 2.0 MADE THIS AND I SHOULDN'T STEAL IT OR TAKE THIS CREDIT OFF BECAUSE IF I DO, SHE'LL EAT ME WITH ONE OF THOSE MELON SCOOPERS!
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