down for the count [naylor; PM to join?]

[Caden Penelope Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]caden penelope taylor ;; do you love me enough

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Mmm. The sudden smell of hot food hit the air around her as Caden entered the cafeteria. She had just had a great ride on her jumper, Nico, and was looking forward to a late dinner. Hopefully the food here was good. She had eaten breakfast on the way here at Starbucks, and skipped lunch altogether, leaving her extremely hungry. Caden hadn't really bothered changing on her way to the cafeteria. She was still in her breeches and black North Face jacket, but traded in her tall boots for a pair of Sperry's. Maybe the look was a little eclectic. She was at a riding school, it wasn't like she would be the only kid hanging around in riding clothes. Hmph. The place was empty. Not that she had expected a crowd, it was eight o'clock, most people had already finished their dinner and were headed up to the dorms for the night. Bah. After this she was heading back to the barn to put light stable sheets on everyone and tuck Lacey's tail up so it wouldn't get shavings in it. Grey tails were a pain in the-- Oh, salad. She grabbed a bowl and filled it with crunchy lettuce and sprinkled cheese over top. A squirt of light ranch and there was dinner. Yum. Caden headed toward an empty booth and slid in. She quietly munched while contemplating whether to call her parents. She didn't even notice someone slip into the booth across from her.

[atrb=style,background: #271A09; border-bottom: 14px solid #6B5344]

[atrb=style,font-family: arial; text-align: center]coding by just-breathe of caution 2.0

[SEBASTIAN THOMAS KELLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] caffeine. he needed caffeine. after being thrown and tossed around like a ragdoll by muse for four hours, sebastian was exhausted to the point where he struggled to keep his eyes open. muse had reared once, and bastian (looking more like he had set it up than it actually happened) had made a last-minute roll on the ground and landed in a kneeling position. unfortunately that was the only time luck was on his side, and the other five times muse didn't want to cooperate, some sort of muscle was pulled, or a bruise was inflicted. he had no idea what had gotten into the gelding, but after a long while of trying to get him to do what he was supposed to, he gave up. the teenager rubbed his eyes as he walked into the cafeteria, scanning the almost-empty room. lumbering over to the vending machine, he put a dollar in and received the one thing he wanted: a bottle of coca-cola. considering he didn't have enough energy to go to starbucks and the school coffee was never the way he liked it, he had to settle for the next best thing. he opened it and quickly gulped down a quarter of the bottle, feeling an immediate jolt of energy from the sugar. he blinked and looked around, smirking when he noticed who the other person was. in a few moments he was at the table and in the booth. "what are you doing up so late, miss taylor?" he asked curiously, raising and eyebrow and drumming his fingers on the table. it felt so good to sit down on something that wasn't going to buck and rear like a maniac. he took another gulp of his soda. she seemed to be having a later dinner. with that, his stomach growled, and his eyes flickered over to the food trays. he would wait for her to reply, then go get something to eat. common courtesy. notes, poor bastian.. word count, three three eight thanks brooklyn from caution

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Caden Penelope Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]caden penelope taylor ;; do you love me enough

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Caden looked up toward the stranger with a questioning look. A boy taller than her with a white smile and a charming expression. AKA trouble. "I could ask you the same thing," she smiled and put her hands on the table in front of her. She was obviously pleased someone recognized her. On the other hand, how could you not? Either way, she liked the attention. "I had to ride Nico before it got too late." She took a crouton out of her salad and popped in her mouth. Hm, he looked exhausted. "You, my friend, have had a rough couple of hours." She said with a laugh. "You have dirt on your face." She swiped at her own cheekbone. "Right here." Caden smiled before sitting back against her booth seat. She could've sworn she'd seen this kid somewhere before now, but she was drawing a blank. Eh, he must not have been that important if she couldn't remember it off the top of her head. Probably saw him around shows, or something. He didn't strike her as someone who would show in her classes though. He was definitely a flirt, she could label him that in a second. One of those boys that toyed with your heart ever so gently and then just snapped it. Yeah, well, two can play that game.

[atrb=style,background: #271A09; border-bottom: 14px solid #6B5344]

[atrb=style,font-family: arial; text-align: center]coding by just-breathe of caution 2.0

[SEBASTIAN THOMAS KELLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] sebastian chuckled quietly and wiped his hand over his cheek, then looking at his hand. there really was dirt on his face. he gave a slight look of disgust, then wiped his hand on his pants. "i have. my horse, muse, decided that i would be his ragdoll today. for four hours." he said, blinking slowly and taking a sip of his cola. then, his eye flickered back to the food trays. "i'll be right back," he said, standing up and swiftly making his way over to the food. he took a plate with a slice of pizza on it and half-trotted back to the table. he slid back into his seat and studied her. caden taylor. he half wondered if she recognized him too, but decided to introduce himself just in case she didn't. "i'm sebastian keller. intermediate rider, junior, jumper-racer." he said, sounding very rehearsed - which it was. that introduction had been used countless times, and he knew it like he knew his name. "caden taylor.. i've heard about you. popular, eh?" he said, chuckling and taking a bite of his pizza, then another gulp of his soda. at first, he had pretty much hated her without even meeting her, but after a little while of considering that she wasn't so bad, he only really thought of her as a competitor. no, he wasn't jealous. people were supposed to be jealous of him, not he other way around. of course, he did have a tiny bit of envy for higher ranks, which he would never admit. notes, posting on an iPod takes forever. -_- word count, too lazy to count thanks brooklyn from caution

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Caden Penelope Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]caden penelope taylor ;; do you love me enough

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] "Four hours?" Caden raised one eyebrow. Sure, Caden sat on her horse for that long plenty of times, especially at shows, but she was never doing anything. Just leaning back against the cantle and drawing her course in the air with her crop. Who was he? The question rang throughout her head as he stood to get some food. The boy returned with a slice of pizza and introduced himself. Ah, Keller! She'd seen him at jumper shows before. She had to admit he was considerably lower leveled then her, but he had determination. That was for sure. He probably knew Nico then, since he was the one she brought to Jumper shows. "I've had my face on a few magazines, my horses and I have been televised, and random short stirrup tykes come up to me asking for autographs on their saddle pads, so I guess you could say that." She smiled. Confident? Heck yes. Bragging? Borderline.

[atrb=style,background: #271A09; border-bottom: 14px solid #6B5344]

[atrb=style,font-family: arial; text-align: center]coding by just-breathe of caution 2.0

[SEBASTIAN THOMAS KELLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] sebastian nodded sadly, his lips quirking into a slight pout. "yeah, four hours.. i'm a determined guy, ya know?" he said, blinking slightly with an innocent look. he looked down at his food and took another bite of his pizza, then placed it back down on the plate. when muse didn't want to cooperate with him, he would get the gelding to cooperate. which usually led to him in a near death situation. being smooth had it's good side when it came to the moment when you're about to fall head-first off of a 17 hand horse. he tilted his head slightly, remembering the several competitions and shows he had seen her in. her horse, the only one he knew of, intimidated him. usually people, humans, intimidated him, never a horse. but that nico - st. nicholas - he couldn't help but avoid him at shows. muse seemed to dislike him too. every time his horse looked at hers, he would rake the ground and uneasily stomp for a few minutes. remembered once when he almost got disqualified for all the commotion his horse was creating. sebastian listened to her response and nodded in understanding. "i guess those kids will be pretty happy when they realize they've got the autograph of a future star, eh?" he said with a charming smile, meant to be a hidden flirt. "you've already made it up there, just wait til you really get famous." he flashed another smile. he had only been televised because the whole competition was. notes, -le sigh- sucky post. word count, two six two thanks brooklyn from caution

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Caden Penelope Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]caden penelope taylor ;; do you love me enough

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] Caden raised both of her eyebrows at him this time before letting her gaze lower down to her half eaten salad. "I can tell." Caden was lucky, she had enough money to afford the nice horses that didn't want to kill you. Sure, Lacey was a bit unpredictable, but she never meant any harm. She was a baby. "Well, most of them think I'm famous now, you know? It's hard to get much bigger than USHJA Finals, or WIHS, or even Upperville. There's the national team of course, but jumpers doesn't really interest me." It was true. Going around a five foot course at breakneck speeds on some hellbent jumper that took fatal turns and sacrificing leaps? No thanks. Nico would rather turn out than harm himself, or his rider, and that was the way Caden liked it. "So, how's White Oak so far for you? Roommates aren't complete idiots?" Caden was lucky. No roommates had been assigned to her. Yet. Caden's experience at the school had been great so far. Many of the riders didn't even seem anywhere near her level, or have the show record as her.

[atrb=style,background: #271A09; border-bottom: 14px solid #6B5344]

[atrb=style,font-family: arial; text-align: center]coding by just-breathe of caution 2.0

[SEBASTIAN THOMAS KELLER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] sebastian's mind- and eyes- wandered for a few moments as it went silent. then, he blinked, and looked back up at her. he almost had to ask her to repeat what she said, but he was sure it wasn't important. what she said didn't last for very long and by the tone of her voice it wasn't a question. he nodded and smiled, faking understanding. hopefully it wasn't a question.. hopefully. then, he listened to then next thing she said. "i guess so... hopefully i get up to the nationals. sooner or later." he said, once again showing his determined side. his expression brightened a bit with a smile. talking about riding always made him act like a three year old at the sight of a candy store. he lost that smirk of his and replaced it with an excited, perky smile. it quickly faded though, as always. "haven't met 'em yet. hopefully they're not 'complete idiots.'" he said, using his fingers to make quotes around 'complete idiots.' he finished his pizza with one last quick bite and nudged the empty plate aside, leaning his elbows on the table where it had been. if they were idiots he would immediately ask to change rooms. and they would say yes. he always got what he wanted. notes, distracted. sorry T_T word count, two two six thanks brooklyn from caution

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[Caden Penelope Taylor]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0, true][atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F1BBBA; border-top: 9px solid #A79C8E; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px white; font-family: georgia; color: #6B5344; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]caden penelope taylor ;; do you love me enough

[atrb=style, width: 440px; background: #F8ECC9; border-left: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-right: 5px solid #F1BBBA; border-bottom: 5px solid #F1BBBA; color: #271A09] "Maybe I'll let you ride Nico sometime, see what it feels like to be on something that could get you there." A slight insult for not paying attention when she was talking earlier. She didn't like it when someone zoned out on her, which was surprising since that was her best friend's main characteristic it seemed. But the offer was serious. Caden loved watching other people ride her horses, and other people loved riding her horses too. They were easy to handle, and were usually worth at least fifteen times amount more than theirs. It made them jealous of her usually. "My roommate seems sane. She's quiet." Caden crumpled her napkin into a ball and threw it into the salad bowl. She was finished. With eating at least. "But the rest of the people here? We might as well throw the future of english riding into the nearest garbage can." She recalled her past experiences in the indoor arena earlier. Horrid riding. She laughed to herself as she remembered the name she gave the one girl; knee-gripper. It fit, and Caden had no real intention of ever learning her name.

[atrb=style,background: #271A09; border-bottom: 14px solid #6B5344]

[atrb=style,font-family: arial; text-align: center]coding by just-breathe of caution 2.0

[Tobin Shae Kelly]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15 15 15 15px; background-image: url(http://i675.photobucket.com/albums/vv115/zloreceile/Patterns/COLOURloverscom-Strike_Silver-1.png); background-repeat:repeat-xy; width: 375px;] i'm sick and tired of your attitude, i'm feeling like i don't know you, you tell me that you want me then cut me down, White Oak. The academy seemed like a nice place, even if she had only been there a day. The facilities were considerably better then the schools she'd been jumping around to over the past five years, for sure. She just hoped the instructors were good, since that was what she was here for. The riding. Not the parties, or the people. That wasn't important, and would never stand between her and a blue ribbon. Ever. Toby's heels clicked against the linoleum as she gently let the cafeteria door close behind her so she wouldn't interrupt the silence. Oh hey, there was Caden and some other kid that just happened to be a boy. Tobin rolled her eyes. Hadn't Caden lost focus at a show last month because she was thinking about a boy? The answer was yes. Of course the blond would never admit it, but Toby was good at reading her. Despite the clashing of ideas she walked over to the booth after grabbing a spoon and a yogurt. She nodded a small greeting to Caden, determined not to interrupt their little 'discussion'. Oh look, Caden was judging people. Not surprising really, and even if Tobin didn't agree with the whole 'I care about anyone else' she was somewhat intrigued about how the blond kept up with it all. And Toby supposed it was interesting. So Tobin Kelly sat in the booth next to Caden, eating her strawberry yogurt. She waited until her friend introduced her, then maybe she would look up or something. Besides, that's how they worked. Caden did the talking, and Tobin jut kind of tagged along. She wasn't stuck to Caden like a lost puppy, nah, she could stop being her friend if something happened. But why, when she was practically living with her? (c) to Zlorecile of caution aka Bellatrix of WA

[/td][/tr][/table][/center]