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Post by DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM on Jul 13, 2012 19:59:26 GMT -5
Dylan Andrew PerhamI can't lie, you're on my mind, stuck inside my head  ➴
He and Blaze were in a show down, and he was losing. The horse gazed at Dylan with what he could only describe with as amusement. Dylan had all the tools he needed to groom the buckskin gelding, but none of the knowledge. "Alright, ya gotta cut me some slack here, bud," Dylan said helplessly. He picked up a currycomb and stared at it, and put it back down. "This thing looks like a torture device," He muttered, turning over a hoof pick in his hand. He had no idea where to start when it came to his horse. For 5 years he'd seen his mother ride Blaze, but he'd never really bothered to learn much about horses. He'd ridden a few trail ponies at his mother's request, but without her guidance, Dylan was completely lost. Now his mom was gone, and all he had left of her was the buckskin enigma in front of him. When his mother had first died a few months ago, Blaze had been taken care of by his mother's friend Fran. But, Fran couldn't take care of him forever, so Dylan had told her to sell him to a good home. But when he came to visit the Quarter Horse, he found that he couldn't part with such a huge part of his mother's life. In a rash decision, Dylan had decided to take the horse with him when he moved to Harrisbury. A pretty blonde girl had helped him unload Blaze and settle him into the stall the two of them were in now, but she had had to run back to the stallion barn to help out. He considered setting out to find her and help him again, but thought better or it. He could figure this out, he though, with a stubborn set of his jaw. After all, how hard could it be? Apparently, very. It'd been 20 minutes and all Dylan had managed to do was use the hard and soft brush on Blaze, but the horse was still dusty. "That's as good as it's gonna get," He mumbled to himself as he closed the stall door behind him and headed to the tack room. He really didn't know why he was going to get the saddle anyway, he wouldn't know what to do with it. He paused to peek in at the other horses as he made his way back to Blaze's stall, heavy western saddle slung over his arm.
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Riding; Guns Blazin'
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Notes; Open to any and all ;) The thread is called help wanted because Dylan has no idea what he's doing and needs a horsey expert to show him the ropes.
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 14, 2012 8:12:35 GMT -5
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Turning the hoof pick over in his hand, Harley ran his hand along the back of Riddle’s hind leg so that he would pick it up. Instead of letting it rest in the boy’s hand, the gelding brought it up tightly into his body and then set it back down on the ground. Harley tried once more to get him to pick up his hoof but the same thing happened. ”Oh, are we playing this game today?” he asked, a light Scottish accent obvious in his voice. He ran his hand along the back of the leg again and when Riddle picked it up this time, he kept his hand on it as it traveled up close to the warm furry body, then caught it as it swung back down. ”Ha! I got you this time. Nice try, Riddle.” Harley dug out the dirt around the frog and brushed the rest of the hoof clean, then went onto the last hoof, which was much easier to get a hold of than the last.
Harley straightened back up, keeping a hand on the dapple’s shoulder as his vision blurred. ”Ey, Riddle! I’m completely blind now!” In an overly dramatic act, he grasped onto chunks of the black mane and buried his face into it, pretending to sob. He stopped abruptly and pulled back, patting down the parts of the man that were now out of place. A smile came to the boy’s face as he stroked the gelding’s neck. ”You wouldn’t mind though, right? You’d be my seeing eye horse! That could be quite exciting.” Riddle snorted, much to the amusement of his human. ”Ah, that’s quite alright. I wouldn’t want to lead myself around either.”
Sticking the hoof pick in his back pocket as he always does, the boy gave Riddle one last pat before exiting the stall, being sure it was securely locked. Riddle was quite the horse Houdini: untying his lead rope, trying to figure out how to unlock his stall or other stalls, or simply sneaking a bite of someone’s lunch if they left it unattended by him. While this amused Harley, he knew it also gave way to a lot of safety issues, which was why he took extra caution in anything he did with the horse.
Harley headed into the tack room and plucked his bridle off the peg, pausing a moment to examine the reins. ”Hmm… I should probably oil it again. I’ll do that later.” With a small shrug he slung the bridle and reins over his shoulder and exited the tack room, passing by a man as he left. ”G’day, sir,” he said, tipping his head forward slightly in an acknowledging nod.
((Harley is by no means an expert, but I guess they can figure out things together. xD && also on a side note, I'm not sure if gif pictures are allowed, so if they're not then I'll be happy to change it. ^^ ))[/size] |
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Post by EMMA LYNN MICHAELS on Jul 14, 2012 12:11:13 GMT -5
Emma's head was spinning. Being a barn manager (of yearling especially) was hard, hard work. Not that she'd expected anything different. But, living it was definitely different than dreaming about it. And still, even with the bratty yearlings and all the paperwork, she wouldn't have it any other way. Emma still hadn't seen hide nor hair of her supposed stablehand, but she let it slide. They were basically all new to Foxtail, so she was sure she'd see the girl sooner or later. The main barn had become almost as familiar as the yearling barn to her, and the comforting scent of leather and sawdust greeted her as she walked through the large doors. She inhaled deeply, before walking down the well-lit aisle to see her horse, Lady Masquerade Soleil waited patiently for her daily grooming. "Hey pretty lady," Emma said softly, "I finally remembered those treats I said I was going to bring." She offered a peppermint to the mare, who gobbled it up greedily, and nuzzled the redhead for more. Laughing, Emma gently pushed the mare's head away. She took a step back to admire her horse. Masq wasn't a purebred like most of the horses at Foxtail, but a mix of the rugged Rocky Mountain Horse and the lovely Morgan. She'd inherited the Rocky Mountain coloring, and the Morgan physique. Emma toyed with the mare's mane, once again noticing the stark contrast between the darkness of Masq's coat and the flaxen color of her mane and tail. She was a beautiful horse, with a sweet temperament to match. Emma was fairly pleased with how the pair had done in the event that had just taken place at Foxtail. They'd placed fourth in one of the cross country classes, behind a petite brunette girl on a gorgeous stallion, and Riley Hadden, the owner of Foxtail on two of her horses. Emma knew they could have done better, but she also knew she hadn't been at the top of her game that day. With all the work she'd been doing with the yearlings, she didn't have as much time to practice with Masq, but she'd signed the pair of them up for the next competition, so she'd have to make time. She sighed contentedly, grabbed the currycomb from her tackbox, and got to work.
When she was certain Masq looked her best, Emma slipped her lavender halter off the mare's face and hung it outside her stall door, securing the latch before she left. She blew the mare one last kiss, and began to make her way down the hall. Emma loved to look at all the new horses as she walked down the aisle to put her tackbox away. Foxtail was filling up fast, especially the main barn. She still only had one yearling to look after, but that fiesty Fifi was enough. She noticed a few new faces, peering at her from their stalls. There was a handsome buckskin gelding, whose stall read "Gun's Blazin'" and an equally attractive dapple grey gelding, called "Country Bum". "Well aren't you two just the cutest boys around, hmm?" She cooed to the two geldings. Reluctantly, the redhead left the two horses, and continued on her way. When she got to the tack room, a rare sight greeted her. Two men, both exceedingly good looking, were exchanging pleasantries. From the sound of it, the shorter one was from abroad. She smiled at them both, one with a hoofpick in his pocket, the other with an armful of western tack. It was so nice to be around men who liked horses. "Hey guys," she said genially, offering her hand to each of them in turn, "I'm Emma Michaels, the yearling barn manager here at Foxtail. And you are...?"
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Emma's a horse expert and would be glad to show these two how it's done ;D
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Post by DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM on Jul 15, 2012 22:23:57 GMT -5
Dylan Andrew PerhamI can't lie, you're on my mind, stuck inside my head➴
Dylan looked around the large stable helplessly, feeling more out of place with every passing minute. Maybe keeping Blaze hadn't been a good idea... Okay, it definitely hadn't been a good idea. Not even remotely. He knew nothing about Blaze, or horses in general. The gelding had been doing something strange recently, that had been described to someone over IM-ing as "cribbing." He had no idea what that meant, but it didn't sound good. Just as he was about to give up and go back to his cottage, defeated, another young guy passed by him with a bridle over his shoulder and one of those torture devices in his pocket. "G'day" The other man said casually, with some sort of Scottish or Irish accent, Dylan didn't know. "Hey man, uh, I don't mean to intrude, but do you think you could help me out?" Dylan asked, as the final shred of his independent streak died. Just as he'd asked that, someone else appeared. A tall redheaded girl, approached them, a sunny smile on her pretty face. It seemed she didn't know the other guy either, since she offered her hand to both of them and introduced herself as Emma, the yearling barn manager. "Perfect," Dylan thought, "If one can't help me, maybe the other can." He rearranged the saddle over his arm to free his right hand, and shook Emma's, noticing how soft it was for a barn manager's. "And you are...?" "Confused. Also known as Dylan Perham," He answered jokingly. "I recently came to own this horse, and I have no idea what I'm doing. He was my mom's but she's... gone now, and I'm kind of afraid I'll do something wrong and hurt him or something." It was uncharacteristic of him to sit here and spill his guts out to two random strangers, but they both looked like they belonged at Foxtail, so he may as well get to know them now.
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Riding; Guns Blazin'
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Notes; Two people replied? Man, I feel special!
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 16, 2012 5:57:39 GMT -5
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"Aye, I'd be willing to help." He smiled at the stranger. Though Harley wasn't familiar with very technical things involving horses, he knew enough about the basics (or he thought he did) to be able to help the man out. All while growing up, his father had used plenty of fishing stories to teach the lesson of always helping someone out even if it's inconvenient for you.
Before the thought could even occur to him to ask the man what it was he needed help with, a tall lady stepped forward and offered her name and hand. He shook her hand after "Confused" did. "Harley Fraser-Buchanan, pleasure to meet you."
While Dylan was spelling out his issue, Harley's eyes went down the line of stalls, trying to figure out which one was the man's. In the original direction he had been heading in, there were horses and ponies he recognized, one he didn't, and more that he knew. "Is yours that lovely buckskin over there?" He asked, pointing over at the horse and turning his head to look at Dylan.
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Post by EMMA LYNN MICHAELS on Jul 16, 2012 20:01:22 GMT -5
♥ EMMA LYNN MICHAELS ♥
24 | Yearling Barn Manager | Straight | Single [/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/b][/center] Emma joked. Casually, as the boys talked, she looked over Harley appraisingly. He was about her height, and very attractive, in a European, devil-may-care sort of way. The accent was definitely cute. Then her gaze shifted to Dylan. He was a few inches taller than her, and ruggedly handsome. And his confusion was sort of endearing. Emma shook her head and internally chastised herself. Are you really this boy crazy? Honestly, woman. (Apparently she was). She nodded at Dylan/Confused's predicament, glancing in the direction which he was gesturing. Just as the question was about to cross her lips, Harley asked it out loud. "Well, I've been around horses all my life, and Harley here looks like a seasoned veteran as well, so I'm sure we can put our heads together and figure something out." [/ul][/color][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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WEARING Click
HORSE N/a
NOTES sorry mine's short too x.x
CREDIT erin aka lowearthorbit @ caution
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Post by DYLAN ANDREW PERHAM on Jul 18, 2012 23:39:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] YOU'RE JUST AN ANGEL TRYING TO LOVE THIS MORTAL MAN
"Ugh, thanks man, you're a life saver." Dylan said gratefully. Asking for help was definitely against the man code, but this Harley kid didn't give him any crap for it, and Dylan was thankful. At least the people here were friendly. When the redhead came over, Dylan knew she was checking them out, and frankly, he didn't mind. She was a good looking woman, and he never turned down some female attention. Once he'd made her laugh with his "confused" comment, he knew he was in. He glanced at Harley to see if the other boy had picked up on it too. It couldn't hurt to get in with some of the local women, and if Emma wanted to help him out, he sure as hell wouldn't say no. Now that he knew she'd checked him out, he didn't feel nearly as guilty when he returned the favor. Now that she was closer to him, he could see how tall she really was. Not as tall as him, but still... Her legs were extremely long, and she had a lithe look to her. Definitely his type. He was so absorbed in her figure, that he almost didn't hear Harley's question. "Uh, yeah... I think so? The goldish coat with the black mane and tail?" The word "buckskin" sounded familiar, but Dylan wasn't 100% sure. "His name is Guns Blazin', but my mom just called him Blaze. Here, I'll show you him," He beckoned to two of them to Blaze's stall, where the gelding eyed them curiously.
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 19, 2012 20:45:35 GMT -5
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Emma’s hands were oddly soft for someone who worked at a barn. Not that Harley cared – it just struck him as odd and “unique.” Or maybe it’s just because my hands are abnormally rough. It was a good possibility; all those years fishing with his father, running lines and checking the machinery of the boat put a great deal of stress on the skin of his palms, and over time callouses began to show up in odd places.
Harley was oblivious to Emma’s examining eyes; instead, he was focused more on the buckskin’s stall, trying to figure out what Dylan might ask for help with. Teeth? Thrush? Girth sore? It obviously wasn’t anything of immediate danger because the golden horse appeared peaceful enough. His head snapped back around when he heard Emma mention his name about being a seasoned veteran. The boy couldn’t help but chuckle. ”A veteran, yeah, but a little light on the seasoning. Maybe jalapeño, but not moruga scorpion.” Whether or not either of them understood his pepper references, he didn’t care. He was simply satisfied by the fact that he came up with the witty response on the spot.
”Aye, we’ll figure something out.” He mused aloud, glancing back at the buckskin’s stall. ”Guns Blazin’. Quite an interesting name.” Harley followed Dylan toward the stall, looking over at Emma to see if she was coming with them. He reached out toward the gelding’s nose with his hand to allow him to sniff it. ”Not that I’ll be of too much help with Miss Michael’s wits about us, but what seems to be the problem?”
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Post by EMMA LYNN MICHAELS on Jul 23, 2012 21:14:31 GMT -5
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Emma ran her hand through her thick red hair, cursing herself for forgetting a hair tie (again). There was a stack sitting on her dresser that she always meant to take with her, but never remembered. She pretended not to notice as Dylan's eyes wandered over her body. She'd done the same thing to him, so why should she care? But, there was another person there, so she didn't say anything. Instead, she shot the dark haired boy a pointed private smirk. If he didn't pick up on that, then she wouldn't pursue it any further. Harley seemed oblivious to her checking him out, though perhaps he was just pretending as well. Subtleties weren't Emma's specialty. She preferred things out in the open, where everyone could see. Harley had seemed so intently focused on the horse, Blaze, that Emma was almost a bit surprised when he laughed at her seasoning comment, and answered her with a joke of his own. She joined in his laughter, shaking her head, auburn hair swinging back and forth with the motion. "Add some garlic to that, and then we'll talk," She told him, still chuckling. Emma trailed after the two boys, admiring the view as they walked towards the stall. Her hazel eyes followed Dylan's gesture. Harley had hit the nail right on the head- the buckskin gelding she'd been fawning over was the Blaze that Dylan had needed help with. She wondered exactly what he needed help with. The gelding seemed relaxed, although, now that she peered closer into his stall, she noticed teeth marks on the wood, a tell tale sign of cribbing. A nasty little habit, but not necessarily detrimental if it was caught and dealt with early on. Though the gelding was new in the stable, so there was no telling how long he'd had the stable vice. Again, Harley's comment took her off guard. She gazed at him curiously. "I'm sure we can both teach each other something new," She assured him, before turning to look back at Dylan and wait for his answer to Harley's question.
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