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Post by Caden Penelope Taylor on Jan 4, 2012 21:02:08 GMT -5
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;; then you'd admit i'm always right | [atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09]
Caden Taylor officially hated jump standards. In her many years of riding, she was never the one that had to move them. The ring behind her house had the same course the whole year, sometimes her trainer would move some things, but usually it was the same. It was simple too, one single diagonal, one double diagonal, and doubles up the long sides. Easy peesy. It wasn't like she had to change it every week, her horses saw new courses at shows every week. So really, what was the point?
That was exactly the way she felt about dragging six solid white jump standards into the indoor arena. Why couldn't they just keep jumps in there? If you're going to work on flatwork, go to the dressage arena, or something. And if you weren't skilled enough to navigate around the jumps then, well, you shouldn't be here. At all.
Caden pulled six jump cups from underneath the standards themselves and went around the ring, connecting one to each standard at about two foot six. She would raise them later. Then she dragged the poles out and lay them on the cups. Just straight verticals. Nothing fancy, because Caden was too lazy. Lots of horses thought jumps with no poles underneath were scary, but none of Caden's horses did, and that was all that mattered. Okay, so one jump across the diagonal, one on the long side closest to her, and one on the opposite side. Cool. And she did it all herself.
Now back to the barn to get Fiona ready. Caden had groomed the mare earlier, and had even put on her saddle, martingale and girth before remembering to set jumps up. Caden knew the mare wouldn't do anything, so simply tied her inside her stall.
Caden now slipped the simple D-ring snaffle into the mare's mouth and pulled the crown piece over her ears before buckling everything up and heading out. Oh right, helmet. She threw her hair into a bun and pulled her helmet over it. Fiona hung her head lazily beside her.
Once in the ring, Caden dragged the bay mare to the mounting block and hopped on. Fi snorted and ambled down the longside.
It had been about eight minutes, and Caden was just starting to trot when another girl entered the ring. Hmph. Normally Caden would like the idea of having someone to impress, and especially now wit her push-button horse that made her look fantastic, but she was planning on actually working today. Not prancing around, showing off. But ah well.
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Post by anais may flynn on Jan 5, 2012 21:24:41 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:115%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background-color: cyan;] Anais Flynn
 would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life? cause i'd do anything to hold your hand Anais felt a little weird as she walked into the arena with Disaster following behind her slowly. He was a little tired from the traveling that they did. The move was a lot on Anais too. Her sleep pattern was off and she was stressed beyond believe. Her parents told her to try and take a load off before riding. But Anais always felt awkward and uncomfortable at home. As if she didn't belong there. That's why she was always with her two horses, or trying to make some new friends.
Another person was in the arena too. Why did Anais all of a sudden feel nervous? She hoped that the girl wouldn't watch her ride at all. Sometimes when people watched her ride she messed up a lot. That's why it was always kind of hard for her to show too. She worried about how people thought about her riding and her horse.
Anais checked the girth before climbing up onto Disaster. When she was up, she gathered her reigns and pushed the little dutch warmblood forward. To warm up, Anais decided to walk around a few times, then go into a sitting trot. The trot was nice and slow, then moved a bit faster so Anais could push her hips fowards and have to hang onto the saddle with her knees. At first they ached pretty badly, but then the pain disappeared.
She pulled Disaster back down to a walk. She always watched how much she worked Disaster. Always she made sure she didn't make him go too fast right away. It seemed most riders these days didn't care about their horses. Only about winning.
Anais realized she was about to pass the girl. She kept her head fowards, but kept her eyes on the girl a little. Then she focused them back to inbetween Disaster's ears. When Disaster wanted to get closer to the horse that the girl rode, she steered him away. "Sorry bout that," Anais said in her pretty silk voice.
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Post by Caden Penelope Taylor on Jan 5, 2012 22:58:39 GMT -5
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"Ouside!" Caden called as she drifted toward the rail to pass the newcomer. As they were going by each other, the other horse seemed to just shift closer to Fiona until the mare was shut in between the rail and the horse. She pinned her ears and let out a sharp kick with her rear leg. The mare didn't come into contact with the other horse, it was just a warning.
"Watch out, will you?" Caden turned in her saddle and hissed at the girl. "Quit gripping with your knees." Ick. Did no one know how to ride? Caden turned back around and cued for a left lead canter. Fi arched her neck into a frame and continued along at a consistent pace. After two laps in either direction, she turned toward the diagonal jump. Plain white vertical. Two six. Whatever.
The mare kept a consistent speed before snapping her knees up to jump. Caden folded into a crest release over the jump, and they landed calmly and quietly before the blond asked for a lead change. Picture perfect. That jump could be in a textbook.
Beat that knee-gripper.
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Post by ROXANNE OGLE HARDEN on Jan 5, 2012 23:40:47 GMT -5
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Roxy finished up tightening the cinch one more time when her thoroughbred reached around to look at her with brown eyes. She snapped on her old, beat up helmet, and led her mare to the mounting block.
"God dang it Tillie! Stand still!" Roxy said to herself. She got off the steps and led her horse back to the block. "Don't stand this time, and guess who's lunging today?" Roxy knew her horse hated lunging, and typically never had to. But today, the mare was jiggy.
Roxy couldn't blame her, the mare was in a new place. Yes, she'd given her time to get used to it. If she hadn't, Tillie would be at auction right now due to parents. They'd given her lecture only about...hmm...a million times before she got here.
Finally, she was up and riding. Her chestnut mare gleamed with cleanliness, Roxy's treat to the mare for coming. She stared over at the other riders.
Other riders?
Gee, Roxy sure hadn't noticed, and hadn't cared until the blond critiqued a (probable) complete stranger. What was that about? She had no right, did she? "Quit being a trainer..." She mumbled to herself. Shrugging it off, Roxy barely squeezed her mare, and Tillie went in a nice posting trot. The mare knew she was being watched, and showed off. Arching her neck without asking, not if looking at the other horses.
Roxy was the same. Her posture was a good as it can get. OK, maybe not as good as the trainers, but close. Ish.
"What gives you a right to critique?" Nearly came out of Roxy's mouth, but she cut it short. As she passed the brunette she looked over at her. "Sorry she gives you a hard time like that, I know I couldn't stand it..." She whispered towards the other rider. She couldn't either. If a stranger tried to help her with riding, she'd ignore them, or tell them just to shut up, and tell them what to do.
If they could, in Roxy's world, she could. Her rule. Maybe that's why she fought with her dad.
Even as Roxy was distracted, her mare continued the gentle jog. She smooched her into the canter, quite content on the mare. "Good girl Til, you know how to show off, see? You're so good on your first day." Roxy believed the blond- on a gorgeous horse she must admit- got everything she wanted. She wished the blond would shut up. That's it.
Roxy looked at the blond. OK, that wasn't a blond, that was Caden Taylor. Oh yeah, she'd heard of her alright. Nothing bad either, except for her bratty personality.
She was perfect, rich, and- from what she saw- incredibly snotty. Snotty. Perfect word. Roxy couldn't quite say so yet, she'd have to hear more, just to be sure. "I wish the world was perfect..." She moaned, still cantering around the arena.
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Post by anais may flynn on Jan 6, 2012 21:27:24 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:115%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background-color: cyan;] Anais Flynn
would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life? cause i'd do anything to hold your hand Anais rolled her eyes. Maybe this girl had a different way of riding. Anais was taught a lot differently from other riders. She hated it when people thought there was a certain way to ride. She looked to her side, where the girl was talking to her. The girl had stood up for her a little bit. Anais could take care of herself. Though, she said, "I can just ignore her. I usually know when not to listen to a stuck up person."
She wasn't really one to talk about people in a bad way. But this blonde girl immediately got on Anais' nerves. The girl who had talked to her, the really blonde girl, left and was now cantering around the arena. Anais wanted to introduce herself, but she guessed she would just have to wait until she stopped cantering.
Anais took this oportunity to push Disaster to a soft canter. When Disaster was on the wrong lead, Anais looked behind her to make sure nobody was behind her. When nobody was, Anais stopped him dead in his tracks. She then pushed her rail heel into his side and he picked up the canter again. He was back on the right lead, and Anais gave him a soft pat on the neck for that.
A few times they went around the arena at a canter. She then pulled Disaster back down to a trot, then back to a canter. The snotty blonde girl had some jumps up. Anais decided Disaster was warmed up enough to go over a jump. It was a small one, but she didn't care. Disaster had a nice, easy speed. When the gelding took off, Anais leaned forwards. They duo landed softly and smoothly. There was a lead change, and that caught Anais off-guard. The lead change wasn't pretty, but they could always give it another try.
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Post by Caden Penelope Taylor on Jan 6, 2012 23:25:52 GMT -5
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Oh god. Who was this new girl? She looked like someone who shouldn't be allowed ten miles within a barn. How was she supposed to get all of her big hair under her helmet? Caden watched in disgust as she pulled the dirty helmet over all of it. Gross. It didn't take a long time to just dust it off. Lazy.
And now she was yelling when they're was a ring full of horses right beside her. Fiona pricked her ears up immediately before Caden gave a slight nudge with her inside rein. "Quit," she whispered.
And yes, if Caden wasn't paying sharp attention to every detail of this new girl, she would've missed the mutter. But she was, and she heard it loud and clear.
Okay, come right on in and bash on Caden, that was cool. Caden spun Fiona around on her haunches and cut the girl off mid-sentence. "Honey, when you are nationally recognized as a top hunter, eq, and jumper rider, lemme know. I'll let you critique me anytime." Caden scanned her horse. "Gonna need something better than that." Thoroughbreds. The market was flooded with them.
Caden sat back in the saddle, cuing for a canter from the stand still, giving this punk emo girl no chance to respond. Unless she yelled, and Caden would have her expelled if she yelled.
From Fi's rocking canter she watched the knee-pincher. Oh my god. If you're horse had the wrong lead, don't stop! Pull to a trot. Or if you had a fancy 150k push-button warmblood, ask for a lead change down the straightaway. At least she cued correctly. Were they five, bouncing up and down on some rambunctious welsh pony? Apparently.
Caden watched as the girl and horse went over the two six vertical that she had set up and frowned. If you wanted to jump, set up your own damn jumps. She had taken thirty minutes to put those out.
Caden rounded the corner to a longside jump and pushed her hands out over Fiona's martingale. Four strides later the pair folded together to jump clean and well. The bay landed on the correct lead so Caden flopped her reins and let her settle.
Quickly she picked them back up though, as she remembered she was in a ring full of idiots.
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Post by anais may flynn on Jan 12, 2012 20:04:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:115%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background-color: cyan;] Anais Flynn
would somebody make me go blind for the rest of my life? cause i'd do anything to hold your hand Anais heard the blonde's remark to the other lighter blonde. She decided she should stay away from the fight the two would soon have. It was her first day at the barn, and she wasn't in the mood to make enemies. She decided to keep to herself, like she did most of the time. Though, a part of her wanted to tell the snotty blonde off. Nobody was going to talk to her like that. Especially if she didn't even know her. She hated being pushed around. It was one of her biggest pet peeves. And she hated watching other people being pushed around. If they all shared a love for horses and competing, then why did they all have to be so mean to each other?
Anais focused her attention back to Disaster. He seemed to be doing good with the other horses around him. It was stupid for her to worry about him. He always did well, and that's what she loved about him. They were always on the same page, unlike her and Fantasy. Man was that horse just a devil. He would bite her everytime she got near him.
She walked Disaster around the large arena a few times, just to give Disaster just a small break. She saw the snotty blonde go over a jump. The girl looked familiar. She had seen her before, she thought. Her old trainer once mentioned a blonde girl that was a real competitive rider. Was her name Caden? It sounded right. But Anais didn't say anything to her. Anais had to remember to stay away from her.
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