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Post by Mr. Conners on Jan 16, 2012 10:59:47 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » FIRE IT UP. Mr. Conners strode into the indoor arena, his crisp white shirt with stitched gold lettering up in the top left corner reading WORA. There wasn't a piece of dust of a strand of horse hair. He held out his clip-board looking at his group. He nodded slightly. They seemed a mix of levels. Well, pretty much only intermediate and advanced.
What was the plan? He asked himself. And he knew instantly.
They were going to work on some flat-work for a bit, then do some jumps. Afterwards, the intermediate riders would watch the advanced jump higher, and critique them. He nodded in approval of his plan.
Mr. Conners checked his watch. Four twenty three. The lesson started at four thirty. He looked at the standards. No poles. He headed over and grabbed two poles. He set up a short course with some small X's. He placed some verticals in there, and at the end, an oxer, the highest of them all. oh boy. i'm excited >163< none one yet~
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Post by alice madelyn grae on Jan 16, 2012 11:44:55 GMT -5
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TAGGED: myself...?
WORDS: two hundred fifty seven.
OUTFIT: /too lazy
NOTES: :3
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alice looked at dream. he was a mess! it was four twenty three. she had no time to waste. she grabbed dream's grooming kit, and tack, setting it on his cherry wood tack box outside of dream's stall.
dream poked his head out through the black metal bars as alice chuckled. he knew they were going for a ride.
alice quickly used the curry comb, then the dandy brush, then soft brush. she used the mane and tail brush and detangled his extremely messy mane and tail. moving onto hooves, she sneaked a glance at the clock. five minutes till. she picked his hooves, and finished grooming in an expert time.
alice layered on his cyan saddlepad, then her new, shiny black ariat saddle. she tightened the girth, and made sure it wasn't pinching his skin.
alice bridled him, the d-ring snaffle sliding into his mouth with ease. she looked at dream, then the clock. she still had two minutes. perfect. that was definitely enough time.
the red-head led the warmblood thoroughbred cross into the ring and smiled at her instructor. he seemed nice, but tough. she tightened his girth so that it wouldn't slip off. she pulled down the stirrups, and walked the seventeen two horse over to the mounting block.
"alright boy. let's go." alice whispered, sliding one boot into the stirrup. she gathered her reins and hoisted herself up into the saddle. the stirrups were a perfect length.
alice brought dream to the rail at a walk, and waited for further instruction.
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Post by aubrey leah wilder on Jan 16, 2012 11:58:31 GMT -5
here we go, just lose control and let your body give in to the beat Aubrey hated her afternoon calculus class. The teacher was beyond boring, and she had always been bad at math, anyways. It didn't help, today, that the class let out at four o'clock and she had a group lesson at four thirty. She'd have to rush to get everything done.
The second the bell rang, Aubrey was up and out of her seat, hurrying back to her dorm room. She stripped off her shorts and tank top and pulled on a pair of breeches - her old show breeches that had been really nice until she accidentally marked them with a sharpie - a forest green polo, and her working field boots.
Aubrey had eaten lunch in the barn, trying to get him as clean as possible ahead of time. She jogged down to his stall and haltered the gelding before running a brush over him. She lifted her saddle to Fritz's back and did up the girth, slipping her martingale loop over the brown leather. Aubrey smoothed out the wrinkles in her white pad and adjusted her half-pad, then buckled Fritz's boots on his front legs.
She flipped her hair up over her head and tugged her helmet on over, then pulled Fritz's bridle on. They looked good, if Aubrey said so herself. She led the black gelding out to the indoor arena, checking the time on the clock. Four twenty-five. She'd have to hurry.
Aubrey was still the second out to the arena, which was a little surprising. She nodded to the instructor, moved out of the way of the gate, checked her girth, and swung up into the saddle. Aubrey watched the man set up a small course and tried to stay out of his way as she went through her normal warm-up of bending, circles, and some lateral movement. words: three hundred and two outfit: here notes: can't wait! |
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Post by miley louise benz on Jan 17, 2012 9:38:38 GMT -5
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iley was sick.
Here dad just got off the phone with here, giving her a hard time about B's. She was supposed to be perfect with a horse to ride and lessons to take, plus just going to a new school?
Oh god. Four. Twenty. Three. With seconds ticking by.
Miley raised for the dorms, shuffling through her dresser for breeches. She pulled a beige pair out, grabbed a polo shirt with "White Oak" across the back, and sped towards the bathroom. She quickly pulled on her clothes and put her hair up in a bun.
"Quit running!" The dorm adviser snapped as Miley raced by. She continued running, knowing that she wouldn't do anything. Miley ran towards the barn. She was so lucky Blue was clean, otherwise she'd never make it to the lesson on time.
The saddle plopped on Blue's back, and the mare quietly relaxed on the cross ties. "I swear you should be snoring." Whispered the brunette. She tightened the cinch, put the bit in the mares mouth, and grabbed her helmet, putting every strand of hair in the bun. She led her horse to the arena, and looked around.
Third. Not bad.
Miley checked her watch, four twenty eight, she better start to warm up.
She led Blue to the mounting block, although she could swing her leg in the stirrup without it, she didn't like it much. Miley put her two feet in the stirrup, and walked her mare around the arena once, then trotted for a few laps, and went back to the walk, redoing that every so often. "Atta girl..." Miley whispered.
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Post by anthony lawrence hughes on Jan 17, 2012 23:04:54 GMT -5
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Anthony’s eyes slowly opened from their tired state. He had meant to take a short ten minute nap after classes today, but he had been asleep for longer than he wanted too. A quick glance at the clock was just enough to make him panic. Four eighteen. He slipped on his black Ariat tall boots and was out the door in seconds. Anthony ran towards the barn, accidentally scuffing his boots along the way. If he hadn’t changed into his beige breeches earlier, he would have been totally screwed.
Upon entering the barn, he had the chance to look at his cell phone for the time. Four twenty three. He made his way to the stall that housed his gelding, and entered it with a large grooming box in hand. A quick rub down with the rubber curry, followed by the strokes of a medium bristled brush was all the gelding really needed. Anthony placed a black saddle pad on Andy’s back, and then a white half pad followed by a dark brown Bates saddle. He grabbed Andy’s leather boots and fastened them to his legs. When he finally slid the bridle over the gelding’s head he was almost ready to go. Before exiting the stall door, he neatly tucked in his black v-neck and placed his GPA on his head.
Together, Anthony and Andy walked into that big indoor arena. He looked around, noticing three girls were already mounted up and beginning their individual warm ups. Anthony checked the girth once more before placing his foot up in the stirrup and mounting up. It looked like today’s warm up would be short and sweet; walk, trot and canter both directions. Squeezing in circles whenever possible with a change of rein.
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Post by EVERETT TOBY COLLINS on Jan 18, 2012 0:00:28 GMT -5
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jogging ever so casually to the barn, he tapped his fingers on the wood of the posts each stall he pasted. finally finding his more comfortable horse, elsie, he hurriedly rubbed the brush over the mare and placed the saddle pad on her back, then a half pad, and finally a saddle. elsie barely moved, as she could care less what was going on around her. he slipped the bridle carefully over her head, and with a slight nicker of approval, everett led elsie out to the arena, eagerly grinning as he saw others already there. not being able to hold anything in, he burst out into an excited introduction. "hi everyone! i'm everett collins, but you can call me ev, evvy, or just everett if you want. this is elsie, or enchanted to meet you." he said, giving another cheerful smile and slinking onto elsie's back. starting his usual warm-ups, he started the mare into a rhythmic trot and circled around a few times. he wondered in the back of his mind of anyone he knew would be there. maybe the girl toby would be there! that would be great. he liked her. she was.. nice. [/style] | [/style] |
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