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Post by vanlouden on Sept 25, 2008 21:23:38 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* “I like the soft ones. The loud one was just too much. I’ll make sure I don’t startle them anymore. You should have been here when I fell off earlier and landed on my back. The thud scared them and I don’t think my moaning and cursing helped calm them any.” he said, shaking his head. There had been more horses in here earlier, and they’d all freaked out when he’d hit the ground. It had been quiet a shocker, knocked the wind out of him and when he finally got his breath back he’d moaned in pain from how unpleasant he felt. It was the worst and the large bruise proved it to be pretty bad out of all the injuries he had right now. He usually wasn’t injured as badly, but had bruises of some kind. He was a highly uncoordinated person.
“What do you think they think a good person is?” he asked in response. Good had a lot of different meanings to it and he wondered what he might be considered. He was allergic to the outside world, making him sneeze a lot, and he wasn’t exactly the most knowledgeable with creatures in general and something as large and as needy as horses meant that he really didn’t know anything other then that they needed cleaning, fed, needed to be given water and most gave them tack to wear when ridden. That was all basic, as for the rest? He had no idea… He was a step above clueless, which was extremely unaware. Or maybe something else. He wasn’t sure, but he was pretty damn near clueless. He watched the horse take the apple gently with her mouth, and it was a wonder it had been so gentle, seeing as it must have wanted the apple pretty badly.
She turned the mare around and he shifted his place as he listened to her speak. It was a horrible habit of his to get away from things and that is what he was doing when he was moving around. He was listening to her words in full, but was moving as she moved the horse so he wasn’t too close. He’d never been so close to someone as big, but seemingly gentle as horses and it was kind of weird. He didn’t know them and he didn’t know much about them. “I see… that’s what I thought when I was watching you, but I always tend to hurt myself when I pick at my finger nails. They’re so damn sharp…” he said, absently stretching his fingers to look at his nails. They were cut on the shorter side because he cut them yesterday but usually they were pretty long. They’d be long again by tomorrow.
“Bruce is his name, Bruce Almighty… I don’t even know where he is…” Anthony admitted, but shrugged it off. He wasn’t really all that interested in learning right now. He didn’t have an open mind to it and he was tied of being forced. He didn’t know if inside he had the courage to ride a horse, which he knew was the next step after learning how to take care of it. Plus, he hurt all over. He couldn’t imagine what stretching his legs out to fit the horse would feel like after a half an hour of sitting like that. He absently cringed, not thinking about being seen. He shrugged that off too. He’d tell her what made him cringe if she asked.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 25, 2008 21:47:32 GMT -5
She looked at him and smiled gently before she looked back to the mare. She stroked her soft fuzzy nose gently before she fed the giant of a creature another slice of apple. "No I imagine the weren't very pleased. They can easily pick up emotions, and that affects their behavior." She said gently looking to Antony smiling gently as her hand just thoughtlessly stroked over the dark chocolate colored mare's nose gently.
She wasn't missing the nervous behavior. She could tell he'd never been near a horse before, and he was obviously hesitant about them. She couldn't blame him though. He was only a few inches taller than her and Calliope was like a giant compared to either of them. They could be truly intimidating animals. "I'm not sure. They just know. If someone makes them feel uncomfortable, then they express it very clearly." She said looking back up at Calliope. The mare was mellow for the time being, which wasn't such a bad thing since she was a moody mare. She looked back to him in thought.
"There's nothing for you to be nervous about or scared of you know." She said gently looking through reassuring violet pools. She looked back down at the apple slices in thought for a few minutes. She then took one out and held it out to him. She wondered if he would actually take it and feed it to the mare. Calliope's attention was fastened on the apple, but then her curiosity got her and she shifted more towards Anthony and stretched out her long neck sniffing at him curiously. Adrienne didn't stop her either. She was curious to see Anthony's reaction as the mare gave him a soft little nicker.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 26, 2008 5:25:43 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* Anthony nodded a bit as she spoke. They must have gotten tons of emotion after he’d fallen. He’d been shocked, pissed, sore and uncomfortable. It had just been a down right horrible experience. Granted, with him you might think that was a first for everything, but no, he fell off of things all the time. It was a trouble sometimes, being so clumsy, but he’s learned to live with it and was comfortable with his bruises. People often questioned his bruises and most often it was something he’d done. He’d fought with his father a few times and received a few fair injuries, but getting injured in their fights was usually his dad, not him. He’d been a taller, heavier man and that just made him slower. He could pin Anthony with no effort, but he didn’t throw punches fast enough to save his life.
He was certainly glad that she was not expressing her discomfort because he was uncomfortable when she was calm. She was so big and he was so small. He felt like an ant standing next to her. OK, so maybe that was a little exaggerated, but he still felt small and have never been around a horse before, he was indeed nervous and that made him blow things out of proportion. Anger did that too, but he was not angry right now. He watched Calliope and then watched Adrienne as he could see her looking back at him with those violet eyes of hers. He shifted slightly and still kept his distance before she spoke. He looked at her for a second and even though she knew he would be lying, he lied anyway.
“I’m not scared...” his words trailed a little bit, his nearly black eyes, in turn, being cast down to the floor where his feet were. Everything around them was quiet and when he mustered up the courage to look up again there was a slice of apple being offered to him. He thought about being a smart ass and eating it for himself, but he knew it wasn’t for him and she probably wouldn’t find such an action even remotely amusing. His eyes had been focused on the apple for a second before he carefully slipped his hand through the bars to get it from her. The horse’s eyes had been fixed too, until curiosity got her. When her attention shifted more toward Anthony he stopped reaching for the apple as she stretched out her neck to sniff him. He curled his fingers up as a subconscious gesture of stopping everything and stood completely still as Calliope stood close, but still a distance away since he was behind the bars and she wasn’t.. He didn’t move an inch from where he stood; he didn’t even move his slightly outstretched arm. He kept his fingers curled and stood as still as possible, aside from the slight shaking in his arm, he was still. His black eyes watched he creature carefully as she made a softer noise. Anthony guessed it was probably a nicker since she’d said the whinny was the loud one.
He shifted his gaze to Adrienne, his dark eyes showing his nervousness. He didn’t know why she didn’t make the dark colored horse back up a bit, but supposed that she wasn’t hurt him so it was alright. He clenched his teeth together for a second before carefully uncurling his fingers and taking the apple from her. He pulled his hand back into the stall, not thinking the horse had seen him. He looked at the little slice and beat she could eat all of the slices and not even be close to full. He raised his hand a bit, sitting it by the bars so the apple was out for her to see, but he didn’t know if she’d be able to get it. He knew that Adrienne had flattened her hand out so she could eat the apple and he figured that he might have to do the same but he’d see if she could get it this way too. He held it with only the tips of his fingers for her.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 26, 2008 6:32:27 GMT -5
She frowned for a moment watching him. She half expected him to be a smart-ass and take the apple and eat it himself. After all, she did just say he was scared. She wouldn't doubt it though. If she'd never seen a horse and she had a horse as large as Calliope near she would be the same. She watched as his hand reached out to take the apple then stopped in mid reach as Calliope's curiosity stirred her. The mare's attention didn't divert even when Adrienne tried a little. She was curious about Anthony. She very gently nudged his arm with her soft velvety nose before he pulled his arm back through the stall bars.
Adrienne looked at the way that he was holding the apple. He would get his hand bitten for sure if he did that. She pushed Calliope's head away before she could snatch up the apple. Calliope let out a disgruntled little squeal as Adrienne reached out to Anthony's hand. "She'll bite you for sure if you hold it like that. And believe me, you don't want to get bitten." She informed him as she took the apple from his hand and flattened out his palm and then set the apple back on his palm. She didn't want this experience to be traumatic to him. Not to mention, he seemed to have been in enough pain today as it was, and if Calliope bit him.... it would hurt.
Calliope stretched her head out towards his hand and actually took one step towards the apple. She smelled and sniffed it before she lightly blew on the apple and Anthony's hand. She then used her lips to scoop it up into her mouth, brushing her soft fuzzy, velvet soft nose against his palm. Adrienne just watched with a smile on her face.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 27, 2008 14:25:42 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* Her nose was soft against his arm but he still was unsure about touching her. What if he did something wrong and the creature didn’t like it? She could crush him, being so big and he so small. He didn’t want to make it angry because they were loud when they were scared, who knew what anger would rouse in such large beasts. He didn’t want to know anyone who knew because that could be a little intimidating. He kept the apple in his fingers, his eyes never leaving the horse as he did so. He knew he was probably pretty safe, standing here inside the stall but he really had no idea. He might not be safe if the creature was angry enough. However, he didn’t move from that spot, just watched, hoping it wouldn’t bite his hand in mistake for the apple.
His gaze was shocked then, to see Adrienne push the horse’s head away and take the apple from his fingers. He wondered if he’d been doing something wrong. He parted his lips to question her but shut his mouth a she took his hand and spoke to him. Informing him that he would have been bitten. A small cringe crossed his lips as he decided that wouldn’t have been good. Sure, it would have distracted him from his other pains, but he didn’t want anymore pain. Pain was not a good thing in his mind so he didn’t argue when she said that the horse would have bitten him. “OK, ow. That would not have been very good. I don’t think I’d like them anymore if I got bitten.” he said honestly. He didn’t mean that he liked them now; he meant that it wouldn’t raise his opinion about them if she bit his hand. Granted, she was big and his hands were kinda small, holding a small apple, so it wouldn’t be here fault completely, but he wouldn’t be pleased. He carefully flattened out his hand for her and she set the apple on his palm and he kept it like that, not moving for the horse.
His black eyes returned to the horse as her head came toward him and he heard her feet hit the ground as she took a step closer to his hand that held the apple. She sniffed it, and he could feel her hot breath against his palm as she blew against the apple. He watched her carefully and tensed a little as she finally did go to grab it but she used her lips and it was very gentle. He relaxed at how gentle she was and a faint smile crossed his lips as she pressed her nose against his palm. He very gently kept his palm on her nose, but turned his hand a little to let his fingers reach the top of her nose to gently brush up the front of her face which was all white. He stopped by the little bit of hair that hung between her ears and then trailed his fingers back down her face in such a careful way that you could tell he had never been this close to such a thing. He was amazed by how soft she was. His black eyes watched with an interested curiosity as he gently rubbed her nose.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 27, 2008 18:26:58 GMT -5
Adrienne watched as she stroked of the mare's arched neck. She was ready to pull the mare away in case she did anything that would hurt or scare Anthony. She watched thoughtfully as she continued to stroke the mare's neck. Calliope gave a soft nicker before she started to munch away on the apple. Her head turned to the side slightly and her dark brown eye watched him contently as he stroked up and down, along her white blaze.
Adrienne just watched smiling warmly as her hand idly stroked along the elongated neck that twisted and arched towards Anthony. Her violet eyes watched him intently, and she lost herself in those deep black eyes as Calliope and him met gazes. Calliope let out a soft gentle snort and then pulled away and nudged at the empty bag in Adrienne's hands. " Sorry, big girl. That was the last one for today." She said gently as she stroked the mare's cheek. She looked back to Anthony for a few minutes, smiling warmly as she led the mare into the stall next-door to the one he was hiding in. She gave the mare a good scratch under the chin smiling softly before she unhooked the lead chain and stepped out of the stall, closing both the latch at the top and the latch at the bottom.
The bottom ones were more of for the fact that the horses could easily get out on their own by unlatching the top latches. "I can show you the basics with your horse if you want." She said softly gesturing down the isle of stalls right as Calliope stuck her head out and nudged Adrienne gently. She'd seen Bruce's stall on her way into the stables, but she hadn't stopped to look in since he wasn't her horse.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 27, 2008 19:13:58 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* He dropped his hand away as the creature finished munching on the apple and turned her head away from him, asking for more, but to her dismay, there were none. He smirked a little bit and remained quiet as Adrienne looked at him. He watched her lead the horse into the stall next to the one that he had been hiding in and left her there, closing the door and the two latches on the door. He guessed the second one was to prevent escape since he was sure the creatures were smart enough to get the latches open. They weren’t complicated, or it didn’t seem like they were. He could figure them out, that meant that they were pretty easy.
Anthony watched her for a minute before turning his black eyes to look down the isle. He could see other horses in the stalls and he could read the plates. He knew which one Bruce was in and he hesitated. What if Bruce wasn’t as gentle as Calliope? He didn’t remember what his paper had said about the horse, but if each of them had their own personality like the pamphlet said then his horse wouldn’t be like hers and that worried him a little bit. He didn’t want some crazy horse that would be too much to handle, but when he thought about it, he was sure he was given a beginner level horse. He’d seen that on the sheet because he’d never been around horses before, let alone ridden. He carefully moved himself to the door of the stall, looking out into the isle and letting his pale body dressed in black be hit by the main source of light that came through the doors. He watched the end of the isle carefully and shifted his eyes to find Adrienne’s violet ones as he let a heavy sigh fall through his lips.
“I don’t know… What if Bruce isn’t like your horse? What if he’s crazy?” Anthony questioned lightly, his eyes quickly fixing on a head that popped out of a door. Anthony stood quietly, watching the creature. He was smaller then Calliope, that was nice. He could tell from here. He wasn’t built big, but thin and small. Comforting thought that was, but the boy was still quite unsure and approached the horse very carefully, still standing a distance away as he approached and observed. His fur looked kind of red and he stared in Anthony’s direction, his big brown eyes watched him like he was being watched. His ears stood tall atop his head and his hair that was closely colored to his fur was a bit messed up. His nose was a little darker than the rest of his body and had little pink spots on it. He whickered softly, beckoning Anthony closer, but he didn’t budge. “I don’t know…” he stated hesitantly.
•• words 479 •• mood questioning, untrusting •• stats done; sorry for the shortness of it…
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 27, 2008 21:34:43 GMT -5
Adrienne looked up at Calliope and stroked her cheek for a minute before she looked to Anthony. She just ignored Calliope as she made an attempt to open the door by pushing the latch out of the hole. She let out a disgruntled little squeal and bobbed her head, her tall ears flattening against her head before she turned away. She let out a loud snort, causing Adrienne to smirk. She then fixed the latch and looked down the isle of stalls when she saw his head pop out of his stall.
She was stunned to see the sleek, elegantly chiseled head and ached neck of an Arabian. He was a beginner horse? Was that even possible? Arabian's were known for their spirit. She studied the elegant head as the horse watched the two. Her violet eyes were just fixed on him. She didn't even hear Anthony's hesitant voice. She slowly walked down the isle to the stall with the name plate that read: Bruce Almighty. She studied him carefully as she reached a hand up to him smiling.
He was most certainly smaller than Calliope, but they were bred to be somewhat small horses. They were bred to be fast, and small made fast easy. They were one of the fastest horses in the world, and could easily match if not outmatch a thoroughbred. He was at least fifteen, maybe fifteen and a half hands, which would be about five to five and a half feet. She hadn't seen many Arabian's taller than that, and if they did get past five and a half feet then they weren't usually purebred. "Aren't you gorgeous?" She asked softly and sweetly as she stroked between the large nostrils that were originally designed for breathing when running long distances at fast speeds.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 27, 2008 23:09:32 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* He sniffed her hand curiously, but certainly not hesitantly. He was no doubt Anthony’s polar opposite. He was wide eyed and friendly with a spirited disposition while the younger male was closed off to the world and was pretty quiet. He rubbed his soft, darker grey shaded nose against her palm but his ears turned a bit to listen to the male speak even though his attention was focused on the one who was closest to him and was paying a bit of attention. His big eyes looked at her as he leaned into her touch and nickered softly, standing close to his door in hopes of getting out today instead of being left in the stall. He tossed his head a little, his mane bouncing with each bob of his elegant crown.
Anthony watched the two of them quietly, feeling like he was being ignored. He didn’t mind it because it was no new feeling, but it was odd. He walked closer to the two of them and observed quietly. His black eyes finding that he liked the look of the much smaller horse because it made him feel more comfortable and superior, being taller than him, it seemed he might be controllable. “So what kind is he?” Anthony asked quietly, watching the horse turn his attention to him. Anthony didn’t reach out for the stallion, just looked at Adrienne, wondering if she knew anything about him. Anthony didn’t know if he liked how bouncy and bubbly the horse seemed. He wouldn’t stop shifting around and tossing his head. What was that? He didn’t know if it was liked. He didn’t want to be around something that was too energetic because that unnerved him when people had too much energy, a horse would be no different.
Bruce tried to reach Anthony, but it was like he was doing that on purpose, being out of reach. He snorted softly and tossed his head, touching his nose to Adrienne’s hand again, liking the attention from her. Anthony watch, unimpressed. “He seems energetic.” the male shrugged, watching her carefully, hoping she’d speak to him. He was on his nerves right now, and it felt odd. He didn’t usually become unnerved by simple things. He could run from the staff, be threatened by death and keep his cool. These large animals unnerved him though.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 28, 2008 9:08:38 GMT -5
She smiled warmly as she affectionately stroked a hand up and down his sculpted head. She looked to Anthony smiling softly as she scratched under the stallion's chin. She glanced at the chart hanging from his stall door just to confirm, but she didn't need confirmation to know what breed he was. "He's an Arabian. I don't see how he's a beginner horse though. Most beginner level Arabian's are much older." She said looking back up to Anthony. "They're so full of spirit and spunk. The only way I could picture him as a beginner level horse is if he's good with people." She said as she looked at the gorgeous golden colored chestnut.
She looked back up to Anthony and smirked. If she was right, she doubted he paid any attention to the stallion at all. "As if you can't figure out why. He's obviously been cooped up in his stall for a while." She remarked as she she reached for his lead line and clipped it to his halter before she unlatched the door and went in with the stallion. She stroked a hand along his lovely naturally arched neck and back a little. She slowly led him out of the stall imagining he would be thrilled to be out of the stall. If Anthony didn't want anything to do with the majestic stallion today then she would let him out of the stall and clean it out. It needed to be cleaned. She took notice to that when she'd stepped in for a few minutes. "If you're not going to ride him, you should at least let him out in one of the pastures for a while each day. He needs to run around for a while. That's what he was probably originally bred for." She said looking to Anthony as she started to lead the horse over to him, in the direction of he grooming area.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 28, 2008 10:44:42 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* There was no hesitation in being led out of the stall. He pranced out happily, his gleaming chestnut coat catching the sun beautifully to make it look like he glowed. There was a bit of a dull hint to his color though, seeing as he hadn’t been groomed in a while. He shook himself and moved quickly, being eager to run and to play. He didn’t pull Adrienne though, just walked ahead of her a bit as he was eager to see the boy who stood away from him in fear. He was not afraid of people, but very interested in them and eager to have their attention. He was a show off, and loved to play. He did whatever he could to get their attention and loved that Adrienne was interacting with him. He nudged Anthony in the stomach, and then sniffed his hair, his hot breath blowing at his dark colored locks.
“I don’t even know the first thing about riding a horse… Everyone expects me to jump on and go. What is that? he asked, looking at Adrienne as she said ‘if you’re not going to ride him…’. Was he expected too? No one was teaching him anything and that’s why he was avoiding everyone. He knew nothing about these creatures and their crazy personalities. How was he supposed to handle something that was usually bigger than he was and that he knew nothing about? That’s like giving a trigonometry assignment to a kindergartener. He shook his head and watched her with the horse. He was pretty, Anthony would not deny that. He liked the red color of his coat and how lean and agile he looked. She said he was bred for running and that was a little unnerving but Anthony didn’t even know if he dared try and ride him without knowing anything. He was usually a failure when he was pressured to do things, or did things without knowing what he needed to do.
Anthony stood still as she led him closer, probably to the same place where Calliope had been standing. He went to move back a bit when Bruce nudged him in the stomach and then raised his head to sniff his hair, his hot breath blowing against his head. He ducked a little, fixing his hair and stood back up, only to find the stallion was still there and was lipping at the hem of his shirt, searching his pockets for anything of interest but all that was in his pockets were a few peppermints that he didn’t know if he should give the horse. He sucked on peppermints when he was craving, and it had helped so far, but the horse took a liking to them. “Apples and carrots are ok for horses, what of peppermints? Would one be bad for him?” Anthony asked, turning away so the stallion’s nose wasn’t pressed against his ass anymore. He was glad the horse wasn’t like a dog or he’d have slobber running down him. He left the mints in his pocket until Adrienne spoke to him again.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 28, 2008 11:25:22 GMT -5
She sighed and shook her head lightly. "That's no excuse for leaving him locked up in his stall all day. If you were going to your classes, you would know how to ride. They do teach you how, you know." She said gently looking at him through clear violet pools. She was very serious when it came to caring for the giant creatures that could be the best friend you could ever have. She'd seen far too many abused horses in her life, and giving them no attention at all was just as abusive as beating and treating them horribly.
She figured that skipping classes was a normal activity for him though. She looked up at Bruce and smiled at the stallion's curiosity. She was starting to think that he would most certainly be Anthony's perfect match. If Anthony actually planned on taking care of him anyways. "You still need to take him out and put him in the pasture to run off his energy if you never take the time to learn how to ride. He's got to work off the energy or he'll constantly be like this, which obviously makes you nervous." She said as she stroked a hand through the stallion's mane.
He needed a good grooming. His coat didn't have that lively sheen to it, and it looked like he had been rolling around in his stall a little. He was going to need a good bath, but she would put him out to pasture and at least try and teach Anthony how to care for the horse and take care of his food and stall if nothing else. She looked back to Anthony laughing at Bruce softly as she tugged on his lead warningly. "One or two won't hurt him. Just don't give him too many, or chocolate. It'll make them sick." She said gently as she continued to stroke down the smooth coat of his neck in thought.
"Are you willing to let me at least show you how to take care of him?" She asked softly looking at him. She could show him the basics. Grooming horses and mucking out stalls wasn't s hard.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 28, 2008 14:45:06 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* He crossed his arms over his chest, not looking at her as she spoke. Sure, that was true, but… Damn. He really didn’t have an excuse not to go. He should be there, but he’d skipped out on every class. He was good at avoiding things but in the back of his mind he knew he was only making this place worse for himself. The more he fought the more he would suffer. He knew that if he tried then he could probably make a few friends and maybe show everyone that he was alright, but he had not even made an honest effort in this place. From the moment he had arrived here he’d had the mind that it would be hell and of course, if one misbehaved then it would be hell. He wasn’t doing anything to make this place better.
He watched the creature carefully, listening to her words as she said even if he didn’t ride the horse that he should put him in the pasture to run off his energy. She spoke the truth when she said that it made him nervous. It did. He didn’t like the horse being super energetic and overly curious. It made him extremely nervous and he tried to hide it, but he knew he couldn’t do it. He was a pretty good liar, but he couldn’t hide his feelings. It showed in his body language and even sometimes in the timid nature of his voice. He could usually play off and act very calm, but not around horses. “Ok, so I’ll take him out to the pasture. Do I just leave him out there all day? Or do I get him after a few hours?” he asked, arms still crossed over his chest with his dark eyes distant. He didn’t look at her, but spoke to her. His eyes were focused on the horse, watching his every movement. He had a very relaxed disposition, even though his curiosity proved him to be quite energetic.
Bruce kept his head close, having acknowledged the fact that she tugged on his lead, but was none the less interested in Anthony’s mints. He nudged the boy gently and blew a impatient breath from his flared nostrils as Anthony reached into his back pocket and unwrapped one of the three mints he had. He watched the creature’s eyes light and set the mint in his hand like he’d held the apple for Calliope. He hesitantly offered it to Bruce who snatched it up the same way the other horse had, being just as greedy if not more greedy since he obviously hadn’t been spoiled much by Anthony. He touched the creature’s nose gently and pushed his head away from his pockets, but was very gentle. He put the wrapper back in his pocket and watched the hose turn his head back to Adrienne curiously.
He nodded slightly as the answer to her question. He wasn’t exactly sure if he wanted to know and wanted to learn but at least he’d know so of he was ever forced to do something with Bruce he would know how and then they wouldn’t be able to yell at him. That sounded like a good idea to him, not being yelled at. “Sure, where do we start?” he finally looked back to Adrienne, his black eyes were calm and wondering, but not eager and curious as Bruce’s eyes were.
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Post by Adrienne Dionas on Sept 28, 2008 15:26:17 GMT -5
She nodded her head softly glad that he understood from where she was coming from. He didn't have an excuse. He was only making it difficult because he was skipping his classes that are required for beginner students to take. She looked to Bruce in thought then to the peppermint , then Anthony. She gesture for him to follow her as she led him out towards the corral. He would run off some of the energy with a few of the Colts that were in there. "For today, we'll leave him in there with those guys, while I show you some of the ropes, but on the other days he only has to stay out there a couple of hours." She let Bruce into the corral before she turned to Anthony and led him to the stall cleaning equipment area where there was stall bedding and a pile of horse manure that would be bagged and sold to fertilizer companies. "It's the most glamorous job around." She informed him as she handed him two shovels that would be used to clean out the stall. "But, mucking out stalls is a vital part of care for the horses." She said as she took the wheel barrow and led him back to the stall.
"It's simple enough, and it's not that long a task. You just scoop the poop with the shovel and then rake out the rest of the straw and load it into the wheel barrow and carry it to that pile of manure." She said gesturing towards the outdoor pile downwind of the stables. She pulled her black hair up into a ponytail holder and then stepped into the stall after tossing him a set of work gloves. She pulled on her own pair and got to work. "Once you get it cleaned out you put down a bit of this deodorizing stuff." She said as she set the deodorizer on a ledge of the stall. "Then you just put fresh bedding and hay down." She said as she shoved up a pile of horse shit.
She wasn't like most girls that freaked out at the sight of the stuff. She had been raised around horses, so in turn she learned how to care from them, and she didn't slack off at the mucking out stalls part either. She was a big girl, and she could deal with it.
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Post by vanlouden on Sept 28, 2008 16:13:50 GMT -5
anthony marke van louden. *{.{ contemplating all the things you've never said }.}* He followed her silently out to the corral that currently had a few younger looking horses in it but Bruce was just as energetic as the rest of them. He seemed excited to be in the corral and the other ones were interested by his presence. He didn’t say anything to Adrienne before she turned to him and walked him to a room with a few shovels, rakes, extra bedding and horse manure. He sighed heavily, not liking where this was going. He didn’t want to clean the stall. Not that he had a problem with shoveling shit, but he was lazy and he was sore. More lazy than sore, but shh. He didn’t have time to object as she handed him two shovels and started to talk again. He rolled his eyes at her and walked quietly behind her as she grabbed the wheel barrow and they headed back to the stall. He leaned the shovels against the wall and listened to her talk some more. He was tired of her talking already. He didn’t want to do this at all. He didn’t care if it was simple and not that hard, he just didn’t want to do it.
He groaned softly and pulled the gloves onto his hands, finding them to be too big but he would wear them. He grabbed a shovel and stood there, watching her for a minute as she spoke of the deodorizing stuff and then shoveled a pile of shit into the wheel barrow. He stood there for a moment, seeing how long he could get away with watching in stead of actually working. He didn’t care if he got a little dirty, just as long as he could clean up afterward. After a little while he decided that he needed to help or she’d yell at him and possibly do it all by himself. He supposed it was better to only do half than it was to clean out the whole thing. He didn’t want to do half, but the whole thing would be horrible and he’d probably just quit if he had to do the whole thing. He wasn’t a very, tolerant person and this was not fun. He shoveled more into the wheel barrow, clenching his teeth and keeping his eyes on the ground. He had to fix his gloves a couple of times as they threatened to fall off. When they finished shoveling. “How often does this need to be done?” he questioned, looking a little less than enthused about doing it again. His black eyes stared at her blankly, wishing he would have told her no and left while he had the chance, but he’d said yes, thinking he didn’t have to do work, and now he had too. However, it wouldn’t be hard to avoid Adrienne from now on. Just so long as he avoided the stables he would probably be able to avoid her.
That would suck though, seeing as the stable was a good place for him to hide when he needed to be hidden. He set his shovel off to the side and took up the job of taking the wheel barrow and dumping it just so he could get away and maybe run off and avoid helping anymore. He didn’t want to do any more if it involved more work. He didn’t care about the horse. Yeah he was kind pretty and he seemed friendly, but who cared? He’d get out of this place and never be around another horse again. Ever. He carefully walked down the hill, looking over his shoulder as he did to make sure Adrienne stayed in the stall, possibly waiting for him. He was gonna make a run for it. He moved carefully, carrying the handles of the wheel barrow and pushing it, looking over his shoulder every thirty seconds.
•• words 642 •• mood disgusted, lazy •• stats done
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