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Post by JASMINE ABIGAIL DAWES on Jul 27, 2012 13:57:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #c0d0e2 solid; border-bottom: 10px #c0d0e2 solid;] ❁ jasmine abigail dawes The sky had darkened quickly, even for about 8 pm. Huge dark clouds had rolled in faster than she'd imagined possible; and lightning flickered on the horizon. At the first hint of the thunderstorm, Jaz knew what she had to do. Her Lipizzaner stallion, Polaris, hated storms with every fiber of his being, and would sometimes work himself into such a lather that he was at the risk of hurting himself. As she left her cottage, the low rumble of thunder curled around her, urging her to move faster. It hadn't started to rain just yet, but she had a long walk to go and knew it'd happen sooner or later, so she kept the umbrella she'd brought tight against her side. As soon as the thought crossed her mind, the heavens opened along with a flash of lightning, and it began to pour. The umbrella didn't help much, as she battled through the elements, but at least the top half of her body was dry (sort of). Blue eyes narrowed in determination, Jaz pulled her dark grey cardigan closer to her body to keep warm. Although it was summer, the storm had cooled things off drastically, to the point where she was almost shivering. The storm raged on, as Jaz slipped in the mud and dropped her umbrella, cursing under her breath. In a flash of lightning, she saw the umbrella laying about a foot away from her, although it useless now that she was drenched. She grabbed is anyway, and started at a run towards the stallion barn, her worried mind focused on how Polaris was doing. She wasn't sure if going in the stallion barn this late at night was against the rules, but at that point, she didn't particularly care. Her mind was engulfed with all the things that could be going wrong with her horse. Jaz's eyes had trouble adjusting to the wild swinging between the complete darkness and the blinding flashes of lightning, but she persevered, squinting against the rain, and thankful she'd worn her contacts instead of glasses.
When she finally got to the barn, she knew she'd made the right decision. She could hear him before she saw him, whinnying fearfully. She flicked on the lights, momentarily blinded by the brightness. Polaris, affectionately called Larry, was having an all out fit, bucking, and kicking his stall walls, and it was making the other horses uneasy. Luckily, Jaz was used to Larry's meltdowns. She waited for a lapse in the thunder, before quietly slipping into his stall. The grey horse was shaking and soaking wet from sweat. "Hey handsome," Jaz whispered to the stallion, letting him sniff her hand before slowly reaching out to pat his damp neck. She noticed that he calmed down by a tiny amount when she'd touched him, so she kept stroking his neck and whispering to him. She made sure her breathing was slow and measured, forcing him to recognize her calm demeanor. It was imperative that she showed him absolutely no fear when it came to the thunderstorm still raging outside. When another clap of thunder boomed through the building, Larry shook with fear, but didn't kick. "You're just a big old baby, aren't you?" The horse looked at her, the whites of his eyes still showing. "But you're my big old baby, and I still love ya." Unfortunately, the horse didn't seem to take any reassurance from her words, but Jaz liked to think that her voice calmed him. Now that he'd stopped bucking and kicking, she leaned into his neck, inhaling his horsey smell deeply. Although the storm was still going strong, she felt safe and at home in the stall with Larry. Although she wasn't quite sure if Larry himself felt the same.
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Post by GABE HUNTER on Jul 28, 2012 7:46:39 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; float:right; text-align: left; margin-left: 113px; margin-top: -68px; margin-right: 30px; color: #56899C;]'cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 30px; float:right; text-align: right; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 5px; color: #6397AB; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #527F90;]hearts can change[/style][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #E6F2F2; color: #536E79; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -23px; border-top: 3px solid #7699A7; border-bottom: 3px solid #7699A7;] Ashen clouds flanked the horizon, rolling in from the West. They looked sluggish, lethargic; tell-tale signs that rain would soon follow. They came in their fat, bloated droves, greedily inching across the land and claiming it with the colossal shadows that they cast. The unseasonable turn of weather was disconcerting; Harrisbury had been experiencing record highs as of late. The gentle hum of an old engine was barely audible above the rumble of thunder. The first drops of rain began to hit the ground, gently pattering onto the soil. Gradually, the intensity of the rain began to increase until it seemed to lower a thin veil across the whole area. The car came in to view now, an old cadillac; it's engine groaned as it trundled up the hill leading to Foxtail Creek Stable. "C'mon baby..." It's driver murmured, gently pressing on the gas and coaxing that car forward. The engine roared in complaint, but finally managed to reach the top of the hill. As the ground began to level out, the engine returned to it's regular purr and it pulled in to a narrow lane leading up to the Stable. Gabe dashed towards the barn, shielding his eyes from the rain using his arm. Days like this were certainly not one of the perks of owning a horse. He knew he should have come earlier; he'd been on his way to the yard when he'd come across a bar he hadn't been to yet. A few whiskeys later and hours later, Gabe remembered what he had originally set out to do and finally got back on the right track. It was sheer good luck that he hadn't been pulled over by cops; he was way too drunk to drive, but at least he'd gotten here in one piece. In his semi-intoxicated state, the darkness was his worst enemy; he couldn't see the various stones and tools strewn around the yard, and found himself tripping every couple of steps. Thankfully stepping in to the light of the barn, Gabe sighed with relief as he noticed his grey stallion still contained within his stable. He had worried that the oncoming storm would have whipped the fiery Warmblood into such a frenzy that he would have escaped, and was glad to see him -- Gabe cocked his head to one side, staring up at the lights with a confused expression on his face. His drunken mind desperately scrabbled with this information and piece together an explanation. Okay, so... The lights are on. And what did that usually mean? Uhh.. That it's night time? No, no... That wasn't right. Oh! There's someone here! A smile spread across Gabe's face as he reached this conclusion. Striding down the aisle and entirely forgetting that there was someone else there, Gabe made his way towards Wayward's stall. His stallion, surprisingly calm given the conditions, poked his head over the door and whickered softly. It wasn't often that Wayward displayed such affection, and it took Gabe by surprise. "What's up with you, Ward?" He mumbled, fumbling with the bolt on the stable door. "Who designed these things?!" He exclaimed with annoyance, his drunken lack of coordination proving to be a big problem. "Only friggin' Houdini could work them..." Gabe trailed off, resting his forehead against the wooden surface of the stable wall. He muttered some complaints about being tired, and slowly slid down on to the floor, leaning his head against the panelling. [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN
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Post by JASMINE ABIGAIL DAWES on Jul 30, 2012 1:49:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #c0d0e2 solid; border-bottom: 10px #c0d0e2 solid;] ❁ jasmine abigail dawes Although Polaris had relaxed slightly in her presence, Jaz wasn't ready to leave him to his own devices just yet. He'd stopped sweating at least. Now that he was more calm, she lifted her face from his neck and began systematically going over the stallion's body, seeking any injuries she may have missed in her cursory look. Although she found none, she still wasn't satisfied. Polaris was a flighty horse to begin with, and she didn't trust that he would stay calm after she left. Jaz considered grabbing some Valerian Calm out of her locker in the tack room, although she didn't like to dose him up regularly, it really did help quiet him. She mulled the thought over in her mind as she absently stroked Larry's neck. Herbs had been a godsend when it came to her nervous stallion. She'd tried a few of them, including passionflower and st. john's wart, but nothing worked like the valerian. Jaz only used it sparingly, when the stallion was otherwise inconsolable to the point where he could be dangerous to himself or anyone else. Jaz was still toying with the idea when she heard the door to the barn open, and someone come in. She'd slipped out of her soaked cardigan, although it hadn't done much good to keep her dry. Then again, she had dropped the umbrella. Her blue t-shirt was drenched as well, and clung to her clammy skin. Gooseflesh prickled up her arms as she heard someone walk (no, stumble) past Larry's stall, without even noticing her. She heard frustrated mumbling, then a soft thud, then nothing. Who else would be here this late at night?
Curiously, she slipped out of Larry's stall, locking it behind her. The florescent lighting in the barn made her already pale complexion skin look ghostly white, and her numerous tattoos even more vibrant against the pallid backdrop of her skin. She squeezed the excess water from her damp hair as she walked closer to what looked like a man sitting on the floor in front of a stall. At first, from a distance, she thought he'd fallen asleep. But, as she drew closer, the sour stench of whiskey assaulted her nose. Jaz frowned as she looked down at the tall man crumpled in a heap on the floor. "You're drunk." It was not a question. She regarded him openly, blue eyes narrowed in distaste. Any horse owner knew it was irresponsible to be around such volatile animals when intoxicated, especially in a storm. Luckily, his (assumed) stallion was relatively calm, watching her with liquid brown eyes as she clicked the latch back into place securely. He was a striking stallion, all muscle and good breeding. Her attention drifted back to the man slumped at her feet. He was undeniably handsome, but she was more concerned with why he was in the barn drunk.
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Post by GABE HUNTER on Jul 31, 2012 7:48:16 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 10px; float:right; text-align: left; margin-left: 113px; margin-top: -68px; margin-right: 30px; color: #56899C;]'cause nothing lasts forever, and we both know[/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 30px; float:right; text-align: right; margin-top: -65px; margin-right: 5px; color: #6397AB; text-shadow: 1px 1px 0px #527F90;]hearts can change[/style][STYLE=width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; background-color: #E6F2F2; color: #536E79; padding: 18px; text-align: justify; margin-top: -23px; border-top: 3px solid #7699A7; border-bottom: 3px solid #7699A7;]So preoccupied with the throbbing pain in his head, Gabe didn't notice that he had company until she spoke. He jumped, throwing his head backwards and smacking it against the wooden wall. "Fuck!" He cursed, holding his head with both hands. He squinted up at the woman, a scowl lingering on his brow. "I'm not drunk." He replied, hauling himself to his feet. As he stood up, he swayed slightly from side to side, not quite steady. Gabe grabbed onto the stable door for support. "See? I'm fine." Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that his breath absolutely stank of whiskey, but couldn't quite put 2 and 2 together and realise that this would be a huge tip off for her that he was - in fact - filthy drunk. After giving the woman a rather obvious look up and down, Gabe gave her a slightly leery grin. Normally, he liked to think he was a big hit with the ladies - but in his current state, even he could tell that he wasn't making a very good impression. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, just to ensure she wasn't a figment of his imagination. Sure enough, she remained in his line of sight, and Gabe flashed her a crooked smile. "I'm Gabe." He slurred, still bracing himself against the stable door. "And you are...?" He prompted, raising one eyebrow at her as he spoke. With this, he turned to face Wayward and planted a kiss on his nose. "You've been a good friend to me, boy," He mumbled tipsily. "Yes. You. Have." He added, taking lengthy pauses in between each word. Suddenly recalling that he wasn't alone, he whipped around to face the woman again, stumbling a little as he did so. ooc: sorry it's a lil crappy <3 [/style] MADE BY KIWII AT BTN
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Post by JASMINE ABIGAIL DAWES on Aug 2, 2012 18:36:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #c0d0e2 solid; border-bottom: 10px #c0d0e2 solid;] ❁ jasmine abigail dawes ( OUTFIT ) CLICK ( HORSE ) POLARIS ( TAGGED ) IT WAS FINE ^^ If there had been anyone to be the poster child for the term "hot mess," it was this man. Slumped on the floor, clearly drunk as a skunk, yet still he denied it. Even after slamming his head into the stall door behind him, he refused to admit it. Yet, somehow, in all his stumbling and fumbling, he seemed... almost vulnerable. Jaz cocked her head to the side, her blonde and red hair falling over her face. She brushed is aside impatiently, as the man struggled to stand up. See? I'm fine. She nodded, seeing everything that he apparently didn't. He was drenched, just like her, but didn't seem to feel the clammy fabric on his skin. See? I'm fine. There was something behind those defensive blue eyes that halted any sort of resentment she'd began to feel. No one drank to that excess if they didn't have something inside them they wanted to drown. And from the looks of him, he wanted a tsunami to drown whatever it was he was running from. See? I'm fine. He wasn't, and that was obvious. Her own blue eyes softened, just slightly. "So you just bathed in Jack Daniels?" She asked pointedly. The harshness was gone from her voice however, replaced with a guarded concern. He gave her the "up down" like most men did, his eyes lingering on her admittedly eye catching curves. She wasn't a pin up model because she had a nice personality. Jaz was used to it, and waited until he was done. Men had been giving her those looks (though usually more subtly) ever since she was about 14, and she'd found it did no good to call them out on it. She made half of her living off of her naked body, so she supposed she had those men to thank for her degree. Now that he was on his feet, swaying dangerously, Jaz could see that he was tall, much taller than her. Now that could be a problem, if worse came to worst. But, he was smiling at her, somewhat lopsidedly (she hoped that was just from the alcohol), so that was a good sign. He introduced himself as Gabe, asking her name as well before turning around to mumble to his horse. He was worse than she'd originally gathered. Jaz sighed, waiting for him to realize once again that he and his horse were not alone. When he did, whirling around to face her, she spoke. "I'm Jasmine, call me Jaz." The heavily tattooed girl held out her hand to help steady him. "Maybe you should sit back down? I'll sit with you, if you want." She offered. Anything to keep him away from the horses until she was sure he was okay. This was turning out to be a long night.
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Post by GABE HUNTER on Aug 8, 2012 16:04:54 GMT -5
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