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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 11, 2011 17:37:33 GMT -5
The white dodge dually was a work horse of one tons, diesel engine enhanced with a chip, air intake and exhaust. Four oversized rear tires didn’t spin hard into the parking lot as the truck noticeably shifted down into second, entering into the parking lot heading towards the main barn. The young man hidden by dark tinted windows had just gotten back from Eureka on a run for random things he just felt he needed. The young man also had a bit of unloading to do himself, having onto unloaded two of four saddles and half of his tack into the tack room. The Dually’s short box seemed filled with feed bags a couple buckets and two large tack boxes. Stuff that must have finally fit when the fifth wheel hitch was taken out. Backing to the large doors of the main barn The truck stopped, continuing to run the diesel engine the young man’s worn boots stepped out of the open white door. Limping steps moved towards the closed barn doors as calloused hands pushed the black cowboy hat onto blonde locks. Opening both doors the young man looked in, not seeing much traffic in the mid morning air. The noise of a couple horses moving and nickering at his presence a smile came to the young man’s face. Making the steps back towards the open door of the dually the young man backed his truck again to the barn doors, far enough back that if the tailgate was down it was inside. Then the loud engine noise form the dual exhaust silenced. Getting back out of the truck the boy squeezed through the space left between the doors and large truck.
Pulling down the tailgate the boy hoped riders would be smart enough to use secondary doors to exit the barn with their horses. Grabbing two large bags of feed he headed down in limping steps to the feed room, pulling a permanent marker form his rear pocket and scribbling his name on the bags after setting them down. Back to his truck for another load, grabbing a couple lime green feed buckets and a scoop from the truck. Scribbling his name on them once again he grabbed a couple more items for the feed room. Setting those things near the feed he had already put in the feed room he shut the feed room door. Heading back to his truck to unload the new and old tack. Two bags of assorted things were opened up on the tailgate of the truck. Calloused fingers went through the new things he had bought. Two lime green halters and leads, one set of lime green splint boots and a matching set of bell boots and skid boots. The boy must have figured no more rode meant he could dress his horses in any color he wanted. It was to be a good change that was well needed for the rodeo cowboy. Pulling all the tags from all his new items he reached up to a rather bright, and probably disgusting lime green saddle pad. Pulling the tags from it as well the young man smiled a bit to himself. Bright blue eyes staring at all the bright rather neon items on his tailgate.
Picking up his mess of lime green tack the young man made his way to the tack room, hanging up and placing everything with all his other things, looking up at the two empty saddle racks on top of his beautiful reining saddle and older worn roper. He had a few hooks filled with fancy and plain headstalls with all assortments of bits. Most were for him, some even for students that might need to just try another bit. A couple extra cinches of different size along with spare breast collars and rear cinches. Well equipped was something Tobin was, adding more tack to this seemed like a bit of overkill. Making his way slowly back to the one ton’s tailgate the boy took a moment to climb up into the high box of the truck. A bum leg might have that affect on anyone. The moment of triumph when Tobin opened up the first tack box was quickly ruined by the sounds of a dog whining and scratching on the rear window. That’s what happens when you forget a puppy in the back seat of a truck by himself. Well this wasn’t really a puppy, more of a rescue. A slow climb down the tailgate of the truck and towards the rear door of the truck he braced himself as he opened it. ”Chewy. Relax.” His voice was calm as the large rather mean looking dog jumped out wagging his tail violently as calloused hands caught the lime green nylon leash attached to the pit bull’s chain collar. Calloused hands reached down to pet the blue nosed pitbull’s ‘blue’ coat, unclipping the leash and looking once more at the dog. ”Don’t you go nowhere now.” He smiled sweetly to the dog and let him go. Hobbling back into the back of the truck the young man started pulling out brushes and other small pieces of tack. A watchful eye over the now calm pit bull who sat quietly near the rear tires of the truck.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 11, 2011 18:47:45 GMT -5
four o'clock in the afternoon, and the bright ball of fire still remained to hang high over eureka california. the town was different than all the other ones that hope had traveled to, this one was simply home. there was just something about it that made it home. perhaps the feeling of the city just seemed to leave all her memories behind, and it was open to creating new ones. bight orbs looked down out towards the equine that stood in pasture, his coat looking a bit dark from a light dusting of sweat upon his body from the heat. his long ebony pillars stablizing his frame as his long tiara lifted form the emerald vegitation that was growing quickly. a light breeze lifted his short mane and his frame continued to face away form the female human sitting on the fence. it was like old time, sitting on the fence, waiting. what she was waiting for seemed to be unanwsered, but she always accepted the fact that she was never waiting. she was thinking. her chocolate brown and blonde highlighted hair moved lightly in the breeze, a white pull over hoodie guarding her torso from the light breeze, and she wore a pair simple of beige jodpurs, aswell as the tall black riding boots. her eyes were in their familar mask, a darker smokey eye effect, with ebony lashes sprawled out evenly around her eyes.
her frame continued to be perched on the fence, gazing off into the lonely bay stallion that stood in the middle of a large emerald hay field, it was flat, no trees, and the sun glazing the field with a sparkle. ivory boards kept the equine inside, his hindquarters facing the female, his tiara turned toward her, but ebony velvet kissers continued to lip at the vegetation under him. finally, her frame swung around off the fence, and slid to her feet, stablizing herself and entering the barn. people were doing their usual, cleaning stalls, watering horses, feeding horses, tacking horses, cooling horses, washing horses but one human caught her attention. he was a tall, blond male that whore a well broken in cowboy hat, his stride broken with a limp, his arms filled with equiptment for his horses. he seemed like he struggled slightly, between the pain that he showed through his stride, but they shy side of her came out, and she only offered a smile as she turned her body around him, leaning toward the wall. lightly sunkissed arm extended out and grabbed the black english bridle. the leather fell into her grip, and she pushed herself up off her trunk, avoding getting the older male's way, though she still managed to. he disapeared for another load of equitment, everything a bright, neon green. she was about to walk out of the tack room when she heard other foot steps, and looked up, about to find herself running into him. coming to a violet halt she gave him another faint smile, her vocals were quiet and calm, eyes looking up to him lightly.
{ sorry. }
the vocals were full of apology from getting in the way, although the male probably couldn't see the faint smile she offered again to him because of the amount of equiptment in his hands, it was still heard in her voice. the female turned again, turning her back to the wall, and then gluiding by him, offering him as much space needed. once she got past the male, she noticed a wide, short four legged animal that pranced along behind. his body was wide, and deffinitly not a pony. she passed the pitt bull's bodice and looked down to it with another smile, taking a note of his colour, which was also quite eye catching. as she paced herself out of the barn, she returned to zamiro's field, where the brute had turned around and was slowly waddling toward the gate, stopping the odd time for a bite to eat, cause heaven's for bid he walked three steps.
once the bronc came up tot he gate, she let herself into the field and wrapped the ebony leather around his tiara, the brute accepted the silver metal in his mouth and chewing on it lightly before closing his mouth, and fallowing behind hope out the gate. once hope got the gate closed, she brought him onto a flatter surface and put the ebony braided reins over his tiara and the rested on his withers quietly. the brute there quietly as hope gained all her energy and hauled herself up onto his back. the brute continued to stand as hope squirmed the last few centimetres onto his back form his height, other wise she adjusted herslef and got comfortable. quietly, the brute waited until he was asked to walk on. the heat that the sun brought was relaxing, and the brute seemed to relax with each stride. reins continued loose, tiara lower and his nape extended, each stride just seeming like she was leaving all her troubles away. all the training that was starting to get to her.
she noticed that lately everything seemed about training, and nothing was focused on what zamiro needed. the change. her mind was blank, and open to the world as she took in the sights of the tree's closing in around the two as they headed for the trails. hope sighed lightly as she looked around, her mind taking in the sound of the birds and the light breeze that would slowly float by them. the thoroughbred cross continued to waddle along until she collected the reins and her energy lifted. the brute quickly perked his ears and his ebony pillars bounce dinto the trot. his trot was bumpy, as usual, nothing changed, a mircle didn't happen. the horse collected himself, and his stride got a bit smoother but it was still far from comfortable. after a little while of trotting, she asked the stallion into a canter. the brute quickly obeyed within a stride and his torso lifted lightly, coming intoa mellow canter, his tiara bent and collecting half decently, though he was still quite headstrong on hope's fingers. as the trial broke out into a large emerald field with a few fallen trees, two trees catching her eye, acting as an easy oxer jump that was around three feet.
the female continued to circle large stallion, workign on transition, having fun with everything, the feeling of being bare back totally different than saddle, something she missed. her orbs fell on the jump, and curiousity filled her. she circled the jump at the walk, the stud a bit more hot headed now that he realsed some energy but he was still far from being uncontrolable. she boosted his gate up into a canter and she did another circle before she lined the brute up. the brutes stride kept even, and his body came more strong against her fingers, his twins perked. hope took a deep breath and leaned forward, queing the brute to get ready to jump. and within the next stride zamiro was tucking his front pillars up under her barrel. his tiara lowere,d neck arched yet extended, his hind legs coming up under him aswell. the his front pillars extended out infront of him, feeling the floor of the earth again. the brute shifted his weight onto the front end, and hope shifted her weight back as the brute fallowed her weight shifting, he shifted his weight aswell as he cleared the jump by inches, like miles to spare.
smiling lightly, hope patted the brutes neck, that was damp and starting to curl from the exercise of everything. the female continued to stroke the warmbloods withers as she turned him back toward the barn, keeping a tighter rein, but it was still fairly loose compared to how much contact that was needed when she was in the ring. the brute kept a steady stride as he walked home, quick, but not rushed. his stride was long, and each step made hope want to just fall asleep on his back. by the time they returned to the barn the brutes stride changed with a simple stride from normal to abnormal. as soon as she felt the horse limp, she became aware that something could be wrong, or he stepped on a rock. she slid off his back, the barn in the distance, and in eye sight. the female sighed lightly and picked up his front left leg, finding nothing but heat.
taking a deep breath, and trying to think, she felt down the cannon bone again, the swelling noticable, and well the heat was almost unbareable. orbs looked up to the horses shoulder slightly panicked, she really could afford him lame right now. she took a deep breath and stood up again , running a hand over his damp neck that was starting to dry. sure enough, with every stride the limp start to get more and more exagerated. thinking things through, she would cold hose the brutes leg, take him off training for a week, and if she didn't see improvement she'd phone the vet, easy. as she wandered back to the barn, the closer she got to it, the more her mind started to wonder, what happened if she had to phone the vet, what it if it was serious. how could she pay it.
{ it's alright.. }
her voice left her throat, her heart throbbing at her tonsils as she re appeared at the barn, the bay stallion now hopping on only three legs after her. her body stopping every few hops to lett he brute breathe. she looked towards the stallions leg, and decided the vet would have to come sooner. once at the brutes stall, she placed the large warmblood in the stall and went to get a bucket from the tack department.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 11, 2011 19:40:25 GMT -5
With such a busy task at hand Tobin barely noticed the girl in the barn, most likely in his way. Tipping his hat with a smile was his hello to her as they passed each time. The tack he slowly unloaded consisted of a very flashy headstall with an equally as flashy bit, boots of all kinds, two fancy rawhide bosals, and of course the two saddles. One fancy like new roping saddle, rodeo badges like any other saddle that was won. The other looked just the same, a different logo on each side. Each with almost equal amounts of tooling and silver plates decorating them with beauty. Prized possessions to anyone who loved the rodeo, added to a collection of belt buckles in the trailer was all he had left to show. It would probably be the last things he won, he knew his rodeo days were over. So he could still throw a rope, he could try steer wrestling again. He was going to teach it all once again, some days he’d go out and ride amongst the cattle just to feel the love he had once again. Finally done with unloading the tack and other assorted items Tobin noticed the young girl come back in with her limping horse. His blue eyes watched the young girl take the limping horse to his stall then rush off. Curious his limping steps headed towards the stallion’s stall, large dog following quietly.
Making their way closer to the stall blue eyes peered in, dog sitting quietly in the center of the aisle away from the horses. The boy didn’t get to terribly close not knowing the horse himself, and then turned back and waited for the girl to return. ”You two alright?” Tobin’s northern voice asked the girl when she finally returned. Blue eyes looking down to her before he turned back towards the stall and stallion inside. He assumed the stallion pulled a tendon or something and would be more than willing to help her if she needed it. Tobin was exactly that way, maybe sticking his nose too far into her business but the kind of guy who helped over and beyond anyone he knew. ”Is there anything I can do?” His blue eyes watched the girl as she worked on her horse. Seeing a look on her face familiar to one he had seen before. Disappointment, fear and of course just sad. Then again who was happy when their horse came up lame? Who was happy when their horse get’s euthanized in front of over two hundred people while you are dragged away in a stretcher? Thoughts came back to his mind as his mind went over the hors limping down the hall, just a leg could mean the world.
Seeing any horse in pain brought back horrible memories, though this was all he remembered. The start looked good, they’d gotten a decent looking steer. They started good the steer stayed straight, it was just perfect. He came down on that steer like a rope wrapping around him, heels dug into the ground and then it was all black. He was told a couple stories, all of which had the same outcome. They said a rein got caught on his body pulling the horse forward, they said the horse just didn’t stop. Either way steer and boy were trampled what happened to Getcha was just not a thought that Tobin ever wanted to think. His career was shattered in less than eight seconds, his horse’s life over before five mere years. A hard pill to swallow, but cowboys had to be strong. Rehab was the most horrible thing anyone could ever wish on his own enemy. A horse lover losing one of their own seemed like the end of the road. Somehow a boy moves on, he had Raider still, he needed Raider. Hard thoughts to shake as his mind finally came back to the task at hand, this wasn’t nearly as bad though an event still having a devastating outcome. A lame horse, a torn tendon it was bad, but let’s face it, it could be worse.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 11, 2011 21:19:46 GMT -5
as she spun aorund to get the bucket of cold water, she ende dup getting caught with the same male that she was previously, only an hour or less getting in his way. fuck karma. she didn't wait to hear his vocals, and went for the tack department, where she grabbed the simple navy blue pale that was filled with ice cold water, a cloth and absorbine ointments. as her pillars carried herself out towards the stallion, they also lead her to the male and his canine, standing not to far away form the horse, examining the equines body, that was standing near the back of his stall, his favourite area. his lyrics surprised her, considering she was expecting to hear 'you finally over worked that horse.' but instead, something more friendly, and something more comforting hit her. his voice rang her ears, not just once, but twice. the voice wasn't familar, like many of the others here at eureka, but it was calm, and confident. it almost reminded her of her voice, just more deeper, and well, it sounded like a males.
{ i'm alright.. ermm, could you please phone the vet. }
her usually bright orbs, now dull and seemingly lifeless looked up to the male, pleading for help really. she could tell it could have been a tendon, at least, but it still seemed like something she couldn't help but panic over. her lungs inhailed lightly and her hands ran down the ebony pillar again, feeling the brutes swolen leg, and quickly added the cloth ; working on trying to drench equine's leg in the cold treatment. when she had went to the tack department, she remembered the stable pads & wraps, and they had made their selves comfortable next to her in the clean bedding of the stall. the warmblood stallion shifted slightly, with every touch of the water, his pillar lifted in pain. the bronc's long tiara dropped toward the bottom of the stall, large chocolate orbs looking into the wood of the stall, ignoring the male who had accompanied them.
once hope worked with the water, and the leg was cooling, she quickly dried it and started to wrap it. the brute stood somewhat still as she wrapped it. as uncooperative as he could get, he forced hope to try and wrap his leg evenly while he held it up in the air, as close to his barrel as possible. once the injured leg was completed, she went to the other side, wrappig that one for extra support, then she stood up, hoping the male had phoned the vet by now. once that was complete, she went to the stall door, that still had his blank silk stable blanket that was light, and only had buckles along the chest, but it kept his clean. she quickly put it on, and un-did the leather lead line from the matching halter. she felt a bit more confident now that was complete, and she was also starting to hope that her luck would turn around, but then again, that could be different.
as she turned around, her eyes landed upon the male, that now held nothing, and still looked into the stall. the large stallion had turned around now, and his tiara hung level with his withers as he backed his hindquarters into the back left corner of his stell, looking out of the window of his stall towards his master, hope and the unknown male. hope brushed her hands off on the jodpurs, and somehow placed a smile upon her features. she knew it was nothing major, but the guilt had started to taken in. did she over work him, what happened? where did she go wrong. she couldn't find her voice, and she looked back in the stall at the bright bay looking horse, covered with the black silk blanket. her hands rested at her sides lightly, and her head tipped back towards the male, the smile she held earlier gone again at the sight of zamiro. she couldn't help but assume he phoned the vet, for some odd reason, he seemed like that person. who was told something, and he did it. besides, most people would end up phoing the vet if there was an emergancy, yes. she was hoping that the vet only gave him instructions and didn't have to come out, but a funny feeling whelmed up in her stomach, and she had the feeling he'd come out anyways.
{ thank you. }
her voice found itself, but her mind was totally different. she wasn't exactly out in the isle way of the barn, but she was still on zamiro's back riding around in the field where he previously was, not having to wrry about anything. then her mind would change, she'd end up in the vets, having to hear that zamiro needed to go in for surgery, but she didn't have the money, meaning she'd need to put him down. by the time that thought entered her mind, she knew she was over exagerating everything. her appearance still remained with the older looking guy, and his dog, aswell as zamiro, but her mind wouldn't stop drifting. her eyes took in the site of the male, just like how she remember him only an hour or less ago. he was tall, blonde, bright eyes, he still had that look of pain, and she had a funny feeling the accident with zamiro was probably nothing compared to this males history.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 11, 2011 22:07:06 GMT -5
A quick nod for the girl and a cell phone pulled out of his pocket unlike his tack and more like his shoes the old flip phone was beaten and worn. Speed dial was a wonderful thing, all the number saved the day he showed up. Phone to his ear he stayed still blue eyes watching the girl. It seemed like the conversation was so quick. ”Yes, hello, I need a vet to Kent on emergency call. Horse appears to have pulled a tendon, can’t put any weight on it.” His voice was quiet yet almost stern not asking but telling the person on the other side of the phone. ”You’ll see us, big bay warmblood, you’ll see us and the dog... Ok see you in ten.” The phone clicked back together as he shoved it back into his pocket looking back at the young girl. Unpleased was an easy way to put her face. ”He says cool it wrap it, he’ll be out in a bit. But you did those things so just relax and wait. Are you ok?” As a trainer he had to ask, yeah she looked fine, but if she had fallen he would have to take care of her first, er too.
”I’m Tobin by the way, I teach most of the western classes around here.” He tried to smile at the girl knowing she probably wouldn’t return it. The blue pit bull sat in his spot still wagging his tail at any moment they would look at him. Inching forward to Tobin without lifting his rear from the cement. Wet nose touching the boy’s hand before getting any real attention. Tobin’s hand absentmindedly pet the dogs head as he focused on the girl. He hadn’t seen her before today, then again he hadn’t paid much attention. Just settling in was more important, and of course, Clu. He was an attention hog for one, he needed it though, to just become a better horse. His horses were important to him, Raider and Clu. Both very important parts of his life. Having lost one he needed the two he had. Hell he’d have more if he could. Chewy was a rescue that Tobin paid way too much for, the only problem Chewy had was other dogs. Knowing there weren’t any others here at this time, and the fact most were kept on leashes he was pretty confident. He knew the dog would get over his canine anger.
”Do you need to take a seat? A drink or anything?” He offered the girl, not sure if the ten minutes would be ten minutes or an hour. Vet’s were like that sometimes, ten turned into twenty and twenty into thirty and so on. It was now just a waiting game. Waiting, one of the most painful things when you worry about something you love. Games, why were they games? Waiting sucked, period.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 11, 2011 22:42:49 GMT -5
her mind continued to drift, thinking nothing but the fact that /she/ had injured her horse, over something so simple. she then started to get anxious, was he limping and trying to show pain when she was circling him in that meadow, and that jump, did he only force himself over it to please her. her mind started to race, and the males voice was only a faint background sound that wasn't powerful enough to shake her out of her day panicking. the piece of her mind that was still with the male wasn't panicking over anything, so she continued to have her mind race a mile a minute. then her mind tripped, and fell. why was she panicking as if she was pregnant, she's dealt with worse, and she rehabilitated zamiro, so why did this come across as so difficult. maybe because she let him down. her mind was fixed, she forced him over that jump when he was some how trying to tell her he was in pain, even if the limping didn't happen until the end of the ride. she took a deep breath mentally and watched the bright bay stallion stand in his stall, waiting patiently for something, weather it was pain medication. her mind trailed back to why she was panicking, coming to the conclusion that she forced him to jump, forced him to work, and he obeyed, but she let him down.
his voice shook her suddenly. as if reality was trying to get through her dreaming, through her shock, through her guilt. her orbs glanced form the horse up to the male who was talking, catching only the last bit of his words. none of it making sense until she remembered what he spoke of. not that she heard it, but her mind somehow told her, everything was alright, and replayed the males voice. so his identity was revealed. he went by the name tobin, and he was an instructor for most of the western classes. the thought of western riding then tripped into her mind. she'd never thought of it before, considering her mom always strived for her to get the fancy blue ribbons and everything was english. western was nothing but a foreign language to her. she found herself digging her pale palms into her hoodie, meeting eachother at her belly button and tangling her fingers together nervously. it was liek she forgot how to speak. she knew how to speak towards instructors, and although she didn't have know the face, she knew the name.
{ pleasure to me you mr. calloway, i'm hope lessick. }
her voice seemed shocked, still. and she tried to maintain being sane, but it really wasn't going all to plan, atleast she wasn't in full tears. but she felt like everytime she looked toward the stallion, he only tore her heart apart. she'd look him then look away quietly. then the same dog that she'd seen earlier was sitting at a distance, slowly scooting himself invisably closer for attention. she had the energy to just kneel down and abuse with canine with tender care, but something stopped her. maybe the idea that the canine was a pitbull, and the size of it was quite intimidating, and well, it was a new dog. she gave a faint smile towards the dog, her eyes brightening up lightly, the anxiety and the shock slowly fading as she watched the canine come closer. then the male's voice entered her mind again, this time, she didn't become shocked to his voice, nad simple looked slowly up to him, from his dog.
{ um, well, no i'm alright }
the motiation was in her voice. she would have loved a drink, and to sit down, and to talk, get her mind of zamiro, but there was a gravational pull that the stallion put on her, making her want to just sit outside his stall, watching people pass by with their horse, taking care of their horse, and just listen to zamiro, making sure he wouldn't fall, or try and roll, or something idiotic because if a horse were to do that, it'd be zamiro. the female was hoping that the instructor wouldn't pick up on the lie in her voice, it was the only thing she could so about it. her bright orbs looked back up to the male lightly, starting to get over the fact, but still a bit pale just because of everything that had happened. but she was likign the idea of getting a water bottle in her system, it may start taking away the queezy-ness she was starting to feel.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 11, 2011 23:06:16 GMT -5
”Tobin, Please.” The young man replied to her. Mr. Calloway. Wow, that made him sound old. The girl could only have been a couple years younger than he. It hit him that moment he would be hearing that a lot, not as a student but as an authority figure. Something he never really was, ever, he’d gone straight from high school to rodeo and known nothing much different besides rehab. Then in mid thought he remembered his own manners. ”Nice to meet you Hope.” Maybe him using her first name would make her feel like less of a student. His eyes searched hers as she spoke again, she looked like she could relax, maybe get a drink, water, maybe even something stronger if she were older. He wouldn’t force her to drink or sit, that was not his nature. When and if she wanted to sit or drink he would find a chair or drink.
A smile came to his face as the dog moved his attention from male to female. The large dog stood up and took a couple steps towards Hope. Friendly was one way to put Chewy’s nature. Sitting almost on Hope’s feet he planted his rear and rested his head on the girl’s leg. Before she could really react Tobin whistled and looked at the dog. ”Chewy you big suck.” He laughed slightly as the dog stood, large brown eyes staring up at her. ”He won’t hurt you.” Tobin reassured her as the dog stayed close to her feet. Just a big attention seeking suck up. How this dog ended up in a shelter was beyond him, sure he looked mean but beautiful and so friendly. Tobin’s blue eyes veered once again from the dog, to Hope, then the horse in the stall. He looked like a beauty of his own, Tobin unable to put a finger on his exact breeding. Most common horses were pretty easy, until you got into the warmbloods. Warmbloods were horses Tobin never really paid must attention to, not many people even put a western saddle on a long legged warm blood.
He was finally at a loss of words, not quite sure to reassure the girl the horse was fine. He didn’t know what happened, he didn’t even touch the horse to know what she knew. No words he could tell her would make her feel any better until the faint sounds of feet could be heard down the barn aisle. Blue eyes turned to finally see a man carrying what looked more like a tool box than vet kit. Finally a vet. Finally Hope could have some answers. She looked like she needed them for sure. The girl needed good news, surely she would hear some kind of good news. The horse may be lame, but he would surely get better. Or maybe that was a good hope.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 12, 2011 20:08:15 GMT -5
bright orbs seemed nothing more than a disappointment. her eyes fell back into a gaze that drove itself right through the equines chest. the brute stood there quietly, seeming like he wanted something. probably pain medication. her voice racked her mind, and she was only able to reply with a simple nod of the head, a faint smile across her features. any decently smart moron could tell her mind was in other places, even though she was struggling with all her effort to just break out of the blanket that was wrapped around her, only making her focus on one thing. the damage she'd completed on a innocent equine. and just as her gazes tried to go deeper, her imagination and creation trying to take their toll on her, something knocked her mind out of it. something that she wasn't sure of. her feet were warmed by the heat of an animal, the faint movement of a canines barrel against her legs snapped her into a slight panic.
so, she wasn't really expecting to look down and see the large pitbull anxiously looking toward her, expecting some type of reaction, probably affection. brow rose lightly toward the canine before her lightly sun kissed digits ran through the dog's soft slate coloured pelt. his large eyes looked toward her, trying to process the pain and anxiety that she brought toward the barn, the canine seemingly to pick it up. she straightened herself lightly, and her tiara fallowed the dog as the whistle entered her mind, and the dog's bodice was at the male's side. again, the male's voice ran her mind, and it was nothing but what sounded like song lyrics. their were quiet, relaxed and seemed to flow together perfectly, or she was just still in shock, and imagining things. her orbs looked back up to the male, giving a faint smile, and tipped her head lightly, pale digits moving pieces of her blonde and chocolate locks.
{ he's absolutely adorable. what's his name? }
she couldn't help but question the male, also known as tobin. she looked toward the male, then back down to the dog. her orbs looked over the males shoulder when the sound of hooves entered her mind. to her surprise a male dressed cleanly, and sharply help a decently sized black kit that held all the vet equipment. her emotions felt numb. she couldn't figure out what she wanted ot feel. she didn't know if she should be worried, panicing about if he was going to say something terrible, or if she should be relieved that the equine was in a professionals hands. instinctively, the female stepped forward to greet the male, offering him her left hand in a welcoming manner. she didn't have time to introduce herself, or the equine before he had started to speak. "Greetings. I'm doctor Palmer, and I'm guessing you're the owner of the warmblood with a leg injury?" she was quiet at first, unsure of what to say, but out of second nature, her voice broke.
{ nice to meet you dr. palmer, i'm hope lessick, and this is zamiro. i took him for a quiet bare back ride, that involved transitions, and i jumped him over nothing big, but it wasn't until the end of the ride that he started to show signs of pain. now he can barely stand, and as you've heard from mr. callow- tobin, it could be a possible tendon injury. }
her voice seemed to echo in the barn, even though it was one of her more quieter, nervous tones. while she explained the breed of horse, as well as his age, any other vet records, as well as his discipline, and other general things about the horse. she quickly connected the warmblood to the leather lead rope and brought him out into the isle way, the brute only hoping on three pillars as he stumbled into the isle way, bracing himself slowly, eye's wider was they fell upon the vet. with the reassuring feeling of hope's hand against his neck, he slowly started to mellow, the vet allowing his hand toward the horse, who slowly accepted it. dr. palmer knelt down beside the equines wrapped front feet and started to unravel the equines left front.
once the leg was unwrapped, the swelling had increased, & the brute was becoming uncoooperative with the vet, starting to pranc eand dance around at the feeling of the fets touch, aswell as trying to keep his leg up when it was needed to be straight on the floor. hope gave a faint smile toward the vet as she braced herself on his neck, avodiing him from trying to move the front end of his body. as the vet's mask fell puzzled and concerned, her eyes seemed to fallow the same path. her orbs were still placed upon the vet as he stood, hands on his hips and eyeing the leg as the horse finally stood, the other leg showing swelling up to the knee and down to the pastern. "i'd really like to bring him to the clinic, just for x-rays. i don't think it's a fracture, but it just crosses that out. i agree with mr. tobin, as being a tendon injury, but it looks like it was going on for a while, have you noticed any signs of lameness before the ride today? " his voice shook her mind, and her legs instintly felt like they were going to give out on her.
{ um. i don't have a truck or trailer to get him there but if i can find a way for him, he can go. to your clinic of course... and um, i haven't, he's seemed energetic, and like himself. }
her voice faded, and she could feel the knot that formed in her throat. she looked to the vet lightly, before turning back to the equine, who's head dropped and his neck lowered his velvet kissers toward her knee. her hand fell on his neck lightly, as she listened to the male agree to pick the horse up within a few hours, he just had a few other call outs to perform then would come pick zamiro up just after dark. he gave a small head nodd toward tobin, and hope quietly thanked the vet before he was left. her head lightly went against the warmblood's neck, and she watched the doctors body leave the barn. it was going to be a long, long, long road a head of them. for sure. she gave the stallion another quick pet, before leading him back into the stall, re-wrapped his knee, then took off the leather lead rope and hooked it on the stall, then let herself, locking the horse in, and leaning against the stall door. her voice slowly coming back, her emotions still feeling numb.
{ you know that drink mentioned earlier... }
her voice faded lightly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her features, the slight panic that was there seemed to drain away from her. her voice seemed like it was at a breaking point, though the smile upon her mask only hoped it would cover the anxiety that her voice spoke.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 13, 2011 14:23:53 GMT -5
Blue eyes focused on the dog until Hope spoke again. ”Chewy.” The only word that came out of his mouth, the dogs head propped up, brown eyes looking up at Tobin. Talking about the dog was almost like talking to him, he knew his name for sure. His head turned as the vet entered the barn. Watching Hope greet him and let the pair get down to the business at hand. Chewy and Tobin stood back as they watched the doctor examine the warmblood’s leg. Listening to the pair talk and Zamiro dance around on three legs. Trying to avoid to obvious of course. He listened to the girl talk about her horse, she was obviously proud of him. It hit him as the examination continued this girl was going to be seriously depressed. Ever teenager had their own issues and anything added on was just icing on the cake. They talked some more, he thought of offering his truck, surely the stables had a spare trailer around, then kept quiet. The vet offered to pick him up. That was good too. Nodding back to the vet with a slightly smile he kept his silence, to wasn’t his problem to deal with.
Something in his mind asked him if he should offer to take the bill. He didn’t know how much money this student had. Most parents paid for their child’s horses everything but didn’t know Hope’s situation at all. This school had a variety of money coming into it, it was no high end prestigious specialty school that cost an arm and leg. The school wasn’t in charge for paying for these kinds of things. Tobin was one of those big hearted guys, plus he had money to spare and he could admit it. Following the rodeo and never really being a big money spender meant most of his winnings were saved, well what he didn’t spend on horses, his truck, trailer and Chewy.
His eyes locked on hers when they were finally done, her voice finally breaking the silence. ”Yeah of course. We can go into town or we can see what’s in the trailer.” He offered a couple options not sure how close she wanted to stay. Being at the barn might be hard for her right now, if she wanted to stay close he could get a drink and relax in the barn, or see what was in the trailer just in the parking lot. Town was always a good option it might help her get away and relax for just that moment longer. He wasn’t sure what she wanted and knew it was illegal but he did have a couple of beers in the fridge, maybe that was more her style. Not quite sure what to do with the situation in front of him. He waited for reaction, maybe an idea on where she wanted to go.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 14, 2011 21:10:07 GMT -5
her mind seemed to fall into a blankness, and her focus was toward the equine, who refused to stand there. with a small sigh, and some reassurance, the equine soon caved in and decided to work decently together. the had brought nothing but more questions, stress, and with every single word he spoke, she could feel her bank falling in debt. her lightly sun kissed digits ran through her tressles lightly as she continued to feel the equine's velvet kissers. nothing was perscribed for the bronc do limit the pain, so she thought nothing of it, only allowing her mind to fallow the vet, then return that large equine into the stall. the brute painfully gibbled on three feet as hope continued to watch quietly, remembering to take her time. once the brute was in the stall, she lightly clipped the leather lead line off the matching halter and returned out of the stall.
her mind traveled back in time lightly as her eyes fell upon the canine. his name that the male had spoken of didn't come to her mind, and she felt bad for the lack of memory for names. well, hell, it took her around four months to just remember zamiro. as her orbs fallowed every single movement the dog made, she looked back up to the male as she spoke, anxiety running through her optic's, taming only slightly to the sound of his voice. she surely refused to stay outside zamiro's stall. time would take too long, and her mind would wander. alcohol. why did everyone turn to such a bad drug that tasted so well, and did so much to self confiudence for a temporary amount of time. at just the thought, she swore she could taste it. it really wasn't like her to turn to alcohol for a confidence booster, but she felt so bad. she felt like she could just sit here, with a bottle of whiskey and just lean against zamiro's stall, doing nothing but apologizing to the equine. so it was a unique way of apologizing, but it always seemed to work on any other horse that she had let down.
when the tall blond male spoke of a trailer, confusion cross her mind. trailer? the temptation of asking him where the trailer was crossed her mind multiple of times through out the moment, but finally the puzzle peice was falling together. through mouths around the barn, she found out that he was an old rodeo star, rode nothing but insane horses that were trained for only bucking. he had moved here to eureka in a travel trailer located just upon the barn's parking lot. her mind thought quietly, voices running in and out of her brain. she didn't feel like she could handle that suspence and drama of town, and she couldn't just sit in the lobby. maybe the trailer was best. or if this large cowboy had alcohol, she'd end up back at the barn somehow. just having this gravational pull toward zamiro.
{ if you don't mind, would your trailer work - don't get me wrong, i'm not the slutty type... it's just, i really don't want to go into town... }
her voice was swallowed by depression as she countinued to take in all the drama that had just happened. she added the slutty part, cause as she said the trailer, she felt like the type who would just want into his house and fuck him. with the thought of that slutty remark, her cheeks flushed into a light rosie colour, and she instinctively looked to the floor of the barn, landing on the canine, who still seemed to have no name to her. she'd pick it up once she heard the male speak it another time. once she felt her features cool down, she looked up lightly, a small, pathetic smile tugging at the corners of her features, and a small giggle emitted from her vocals. trying to find some positive thing about the day so far. her orbs looked toward the male, hoping he didn't take anything that was said wrong, or get ideas. just another thing she needed, to have the word going around that hope lessick was a whore. that would have just been great.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 15, 2011 3:26:07 GMT -5
His mind wandered a bit as she spoke. ‘I’m not the slutty type.’ A slight smirk reached his face as they came out of her mouth. ”Ok, ‘Not the Slutty type’ don’t get that impression from me.” His voice joked a bit, not sure it was the time or place for any joking. He looked down at the barn realising his stuff wasn’t all unloaded still. He could just do it later, it wouldn’t hurt it to sit in the tack boxes one more night. She was clearly more important at this time, helping others was more important than most things in his life. ”Jump up in the truck. Might as well drive.” His smile was still there hoping it would cheer her up. Hopefully getting away from the barn might make her feel better. She needed to get her mind off the hurt horse, he would be ok. If the vet had seen it worse he would have not left without prescribing medications or tranquilizers. His blue eyes looked back to the white dodge still sitting awkwardly in the doorway of the barn. His eyes glanced at her then the horse once more, “He’ll be ok.” He reassured as he stepped towards the dually.
Chewy’s soft steps followed the boy as he limped down the shed row, slowly making his was to the large one ton. Putting up the tailgate after making sure everything was still in there he opened a rear door. “Chewy, truck.” was all he said before the blue pit bull jumped into the truck. Shutting the door behind his wagging tail he looked back to Hope. ”Hop in.” He smiled towards the girl before opening the driver door and slowly jumping into the truck. Stepping his foot lightly on the clutch petal he turned the key, waited for the glow plugs and then started the diesel engine. Exhaust roared with an echo in the barn. Once Hope was in the truck he waited for her to settle in before releasing the parking brake and letting the truck roll slowly forward. He waited until they rolled away from the barn a bit before slipping the truck into second and letting off the clutch. The diesel one ton rolled forward as they creeped through the parking lot. Yes it was probably pointless to drive all the way back to the trailer but let’s face it, the truck was there and Tobin was pretty much handicapped. He did have an awesome red handicapped sticker, though he was far from proud of it.
One thing Tobin rarely used was the glory of parking in the closer spots. There were days he felt better and worse and they dictated where he parked. That might be a good reason why he lived right near the barn. Easier for him to walk on the good days and better than having to drive a lot. Let’s face it, on a bad day driving a six speed standard could get hard on a guy with a messed up left leg. Highways were easy, that in town driving got harder having to shift all the time. Taking the few seconds it took to creep through the parking lot to the large travel trailer nestled between some trees and a horse trailer. Parking close to the trees a bit to the side of the trailer the young man set the parking brake and let the diesel engine die and shut off. Shoving the keys in his pocket before even opening the truck door he turned to her. ”Yeah I know, pointless drive.” A laugh slightly as he opened the truck door and stepped out, opening the back door before shutting the front and letting the pit bull out. Shutting both doors he waited for her to lock the truck. Looking back at her as he clipped the pit bull’s collar onto a chain hooked up to part of the trailer. Letting him move around on the twenty foot chain.
Taking a few more steps to the trailer Tobin opened up the door and motioned Hope in. ”I’m not going to bring you in and rape you, promise.” His childish smile hoping she took it as the joke he meant it as. He didn’t want her thinking of her as that creepy teacher who put moves on her. Letting her step in the trailer he slowly followed shutting the door. Finally inside the trailer Tobin did something he never did outside, he took off his hat and hung it up. Slipping off his boots as he then moved towards the fridge. ”What can I get for you?” His calloused fingers opened up the rather large trailer refrigerator and peered in at the drinks inside. Inside the fridge was mostly beverages and condiments, cheese and a couple random things. He was a typical bachelor for sure having an empty pizza box on the counter near the sink.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 15, 2011 11:16:16 GMT -5
to her earlier remark, the male quickly responded, was he going to ever let that down. she gave a quick smile, and another giggle fell over her vocals. she looked back to the large warmblood standing their quietly, anxiously awaiting to just see the pain within his eyes fade away. but nothing happened. with a small sigh, hope pushed herself off the stall door and out into the isle way when the male spoke of a truck. when he took a step toward a white dodge dually, her brow rose lightly, but then her gaze fell on the limp that he struggled with toward the truck. so going along with it, she smiled lightly, lyrics still remained hidden lightly as she fallowed quietly behind. she then quickly looked behind her shoulder to the warmblood one last time, before wandering off toward the truck. the back of the dually was still filled with equipment, and she was tempted to ask if he'd like some help, but wasn't sure if it was to be unloaded, or loaded. when the male spoke to the dog, the only name was chewy. with a small sigh of relief she watched as the pitbull pranced along toward the truck as well.
when the male instructed for her to hop in, she gave a small smile that tugged at the corner of her features, and with a reassuring set of vocals to the male said kay. nothing more, nothing less. the shy side of her still seemed to be showing through. as her body made it way to the passenger door, her lightly sun kissed digits pulled on the door handle, and the door opened lightly. her little frame bounced into the truck lightly, closing the door then looking toward the distance of the trailer, not even bothering to wear a seat belt, though she felt lost without one. as they drove slowly toward the trailer, nothing was said, and she couldn't help but look around. the parking lot had a different view when you were creeping around it with the amazing rumble of the cummin's engine. when the male spoke lightly, she gave a light smile.
{ it's alright. beat's walking. }
she said with another light smile as she felt the truck shift into neutral, then watched as he jumped out, and she mimicked the motion. she opened the door lightly, slipped herself out, then closed the door lightly. as the male had let the pitbull out, he was already heading towards the trailer, and hope fallowed. when the male spoke though it totally caught her off guard. so, he was still thinking about her remark form all of maybe five minutes ago, not even. when he mentioned that he wouldn't bring her in and rape her, vocals emitted in a small giggle, trying to find themselves before she could speak, though she couldn't help but giggle into the trailer, looking to the floor, once she got into the larger travel trailer she finally found her voice.
{ i'll hold you up on that promise. }
she spoke lightly, throwing the male another smile, and another giggle arose in her. as she slipped off the tall riding boots, she looked around the trailer, finding herself curling up at what he'd call is the kitchen table. her legs folded under her, and she wiggle lightly, getting into comfort, though as the travel shook slightly, her wiggle for comfort was cut short. the trailer reminding her she wasn't exactly on solid ground, completely. bright orbs glanced around the trailer, it was nice inside. it was quite homey as well. it reminded her of the older days of camping with her family. their was a nice wooden kitchen, a tad bit messy, and the temptation to do his dishes, and clean up fell over her, though remained quiet about that. but considering he was a single guy, living in such a small place, she had to give him credit, it wasn't all that bad. just about a day's behind on cleaning. her eyes then fallowed the male who took off his hat, and blond curly locks were showable. they were kinda cute as they curled in each direction. as he spoke of a drink, she watched as he walked toward the fridge of the small trailer, finding nothing but little things. cheese, beer, some bottled water, condiments. her eyes landed on the beer, and she knew she was illegal for drinking, but one couldn't hurt her.
{ would you mind sacrificing one of those beers? }
her voce sang out lightly toward the male. only one would do. she would have perferred to be decently sober when she had to take zamiro to the clinic with dr. palmer & besides, she may have ended up taking one of the school horses out for a ride, since riding always seemed to clear her mind. as she continued to sit with her legs criss crossed under her lightly, her hands were folded against her calfs and her head still turned to look at things, but when she turned her head to one of the windows, she noticed a large emerald paddock in the distance with about four little brown and black blurrs that were horses. to the other side of the trailer mind you, all you got was a nice looking horse trailer that was the stables. she was actually quite jealous that he was located right here, and she was stuck in a dorm on the campus. all she heard of during the nights were parties, and she had just started to train herself to sleep through it. once the male brought her a drink, weather it was the beer she requested or something more... different that didn't contain alcohol, she was hoping he'd park it right in front of her. she had a question, and her knowledge, her mind was clear enough to take as much of it can into it. she wanted to understand western riding.
{ so, considering your a western instructor, do you also ride western... if it much different than english? what events are there? did you rodeo before?! }
her vocals trailed once she noticed that a million questions were just bombed his way. with a deep breath, she gave him an apologetic smile. but she was still wanting awnsers. orbs looked at him lightly, back still in proper position from riding, she rarely had a poor posture.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 15, 2011 15:05:11 GMT -5
Blue eyes barely glanced as she took off the high English boots, noticing her pick a chair at the table and find her seat. Her words spoke again, would he mind sacrificing a beer? A thought reached him mind as she spoke. She was under twenty one, then again where he came from the drinking age was eighteen, he could pretend to be confused. Grabbing two beers from the fridge he shut it, turning to set them down before sitting across from her. ”You didn’t get it from me.” He smiled just a bit as he spoke. Though he had toured a lot of Canada and the States the drinking age always changed, maybe he was just stuck at home still. Calgary Alberta, the one place that really held his heart. Then again as a police officer’s son it never really mattered what he did. Rodeo boys drank a lot right? That was a stereo type they held in his mind. He wasn’t really one of them, having grown up a lot from that eighteen year old on the circuit. His face moved up from the open beer in front of him as she spoke again.
”Truth be told I’ve never been in an English saddle. I always loved the rodeo.” His voice paused once again as he spoke of the rodeo, that damned thing he used to love more than life itself. Days where he wondered if there was anything else. Guess what? Here he was and there was more than rodeo, his mind just had to reopen to the rest of the world. That’s where he picked up reining of course, a couple months of hard training and learning how to teach students then he was here sitting in front of his first questionnaire. ”I can’t tell you how much different it is, but it is easier I’ve heard.” Another short pause as he swallowed the rest of her question. How many events were there? Oh tons. ”Well, you can rodeo, including, roping, steer wrestling, bronc and bull riding. Working with cattle you can cut, pen and sort. Then of course speed events, mostly for girls, poles, barrels..” His voice trailed off a minute knowing there was more in that category he could remember today. ”Western pleasure, reining, trail, there are limitless possibilities it seems.” The last part of her question was something he should be proud of yet the words were not as sure as the last. ”Yeah, I was in my first season of pro rodeo last year.” Not another word of it unless she were to pry that subject. It wasn’t something he really talked about with just anyone for sure.
He didn’t mind all the questions, talking was good. This was he could get to know the girl and she him, maybe if she showed interest in western he would have himself another student. Though never seeing this girl ride before made it difficult to tell if she was really interested in riding western or maybe her interest was just in him. Blue eyes looked at her from across the table once again as dark bottle reached his lips as he took a drink of the beer. Beer was never something he was too terribly fond of, he preferred harder liquor but beer was for the days he really didn’t need a rye and coke after work. He leaned back quietly in his seat socked feet stretching out under the table careful not to hit her feet if they were under the small table too. He didn’t really pay attention to how she was sitting, or even noticed her feet were up on the chair.
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Post by hope may lessick on Jan 15, 2011 19:57:41 GMT -5
bright orbs watched as he spoke of the beer, she gave him an encouring smile, reassuring him that she wouldn't tell anyone, and could only thank him. as his voice spoke, she looked to the table, taking in every word her spoke. reining, she knew little about it, but she noticed it looked like fun. sliding stops, it could be enteraining, for sure. her nail traced small circles in the table, and it came to a slow stop as she listened to the male's last set of vocals. he seemed like he no longer wanted to speak of anything. like there was a story behind his rodeo career, and her gut told her to not urge him to spill. so the only thing she could think was the strct and intense riding she thought all of her life. the vibe the male gave was that she was only asking a million questions, cause she was more into him than western, but maybe the vocals she revealed would change his trian of thought.
{ it sounds, fun and different. the speed events sound fun, i wouldn't mind trying them. i know very little about western riding, but i know some of the basics. & pro rodeo, sounded fun. you seem like the type who does the whole 'slide off the horse and tackle the cow like a ninja' .. }
she couldn't help but laugh at her fail of explanation of bull dogging. proved to the male just how much she didn't know. her digits wrapped around the open bottle lightly, before she contimplated about taking a sip. going with the feeling of her throat, the bottle pressed her lips, the liquid entering her system, then the bottle was rested on the table of the trailer. as her mind trailed slightly in the last bit of silence, they fell into the thought of her and how she was forced by her mother to ride some fo the best of the best horses, getting lessons from riders that were known over media, and she was expected to go to shows to win, nothing else. for the longest time she was force dinto dressage, and she'd spend about three hours on three different horse working on all her skill levels. it wasn't until she talked her mom into letting her get her own horse, that she started to take up show jumping. her mother was against it, but agreed to help pay for zamiro, as long as he brought in blue ribbons. if she was too loose her touch, she'd be lost and would be forced to sell zamiro, the large warmblood standing lame in his stall currently. the thought of her moths reaction to the hrose being lame sent a shiver down her spine.
{ i was raised knowing nothing but dressage and show jumping. well actually, show jumping is still quite new to me. but through agreements with my mom, i spent eleven years through up tight competition of dressage, and currently just got myself stuck in show jumping. i was clueless to everything else really, western, my mom spoke of cross country like it was a suicide run, and well, western to her was considered lazy riding. i never even really started to understand the 'horse' itself until i joined up with zamiro. since i've moved out and claimed half of zamiro, my mother in a deal on the other half, i've wanted to try everything i couldn't have. western being one of those. . . although many english riders look in sync with their horse, watching western riders blow me way as they guide horses around a pace at break neck speeds, or manouver themsevles around cattle with pure grace. sure some think that zamiro jumping above three feet is amazing, but it falls old at times. and when i'm only at shows for ribbons, life gets, well, rough. }
her voice seemed to go on forever in her mind. she couldn't help but keep speaking until she was able to stop. but really, she's fallen with new challenges and obsticals in her life, and with her mother halfly out of her way, she felt a little bit more wiggle room for her own life. lungs inhailed lightly, orbs still looked on the finished top of the table, her rings had ran in circles against the table, little, innocent circles. suddenly, she felt her cell phone viberating violently in the pocket of her hoodie, though she could feel that it was her mother. she couldn't be bothered with her at the moment. taking another deep breathe as she felt her mother phoning again she pulled the phone out lightly and looked to the screen, double checking to see that it was her mother. of course.
{ i gotta take this... }
her voice was quite and full of anxiety as she stood and slipped on her boots before sliding outside the door, awnsering the phone. the conversation had started off decently, a simple hello, how are you, the beginning of any conversation. her vocals spoke into her cell phone quietly as she started to explain zamiro with his leg injury. "hope! for god's sake! i told you this horse was nothing. how do you expect do get anywhere in life with a lame horse?! " her voice screamed through the phone, and hope only paced herself quietly before she sat on the floor of the earth, explaining everything. her mother seemed unimpressed, but as she was trying to lighten her mood, more stress was tossed on her shoulders when she heard the news. "you're anut karry died yesterday form a riding accident, and i inherrited one of her horses, vinnies blazing glory. he's a quarter horse, trained very well, i'm sending him your way. and get some ribbons on him if you have to take time off of zamiro, then mid aswell put the miles on this young guy. and as of zamiro, i think you should just sell him! "
her mothers lyrics were nothing of a surpise when she spoke of selling zamiro. but about another horse, she really thought she couldn't balance out her money, and time well. school was picking up, and she was being pressured to graduate, which would hopefully be flying colours, but with zamiro being down, she couldn't just stop her jumping lessons. and now with a new horse, that she nothing about was coming and she was expected to show him. with a small sigh, the conversation was ended with a goodbye. there was no i love you, or no i'm proud of you, just... goodbye. standing, hope let herself back into the trailer, giving the male a small smile and then replacing her botts on the mat, then walking back over to her drink, which seem unappetizing to her at the moment.
{ sorry about that. crazy show mother had a hissy over zamiro being lame. oh yeah, i'm getting a four year old quarter horse... coming, like tomorrow. do you know of anyone interested in him. i'm not finaically stable to keep him at the moment. }
her voice explained lightly, as she took another, longs ip of the dirnk. she wanted the alcohol rush, but beer wouldn't complete it. she needed something stronger, or so her body was thinking. what she needed was just a stress releif.
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Post by tobin james calloway on Jan 15, 2011 20:21:14 GMT -5
He laughed at her first comment, a ninja, now he was far from that. But the fact she was interested in riding western was nice. ”You could try Raider out some time, he’s a pretty good guy.” He noted before taking to her Ninja comment. ”Well, I’m no ninja,” He laughed a bit looking down at his leg, ”I was pretty good in my day though.” She continued to speak with him quiet, then just as her train of thought stopped her phone rang. He thought a moment about what she said and as she walked out of the trailer he picked up his phone. His phone call short and sweet compared to Hope and her mother. He called the vet’s office, volunteering the vet bill for one Zamiro come to him, not the girl. He would take care of anything the horse needed, medication, x-rays and anything else the horse needed. She obviously cared a lot about this horse and if she couldn’t win with him and her mother forced her to sell he would probably buy the horse himself. Now Tobin was just that kind of guy. Getting off the phone with the vet office he slipped it back in his pocket like it was never out, taking a sip of his beer before the young girl returned back into the trailer.
He wasn’t worried how much money the girl had, she loved the horse, and if he couldn’t win blue ribbons she would still love him. That meant a lot to Tobin. He would have spent every penny he had to fix Getcha before he ever spent a dime on himself. He had no idea what they had said, but surely he would as she spoke. News of the new horse coming tomorrow he stepped up once again. ”He can stay here on my dime until you are ready for the financial need of the horse, but you better take care of him.” A sly smile came across his face as he spoke. It wouldn’t cost much to keep another horse here on his dime, he had lots of money to begin with, plus getting paid to teach students made him more well off than he appeared. Vet bills and feed was just a couple things he could take on without blinking an eye. He had a lot of money he had won in the rodeo, along with the money his parents kept giving him for their many apologies for what they did to his poor horse. He looked at her lowering attitude and tried to think of ways to cheer the girl up.
”How about we go out to the barn and get you riding?” His childish smile was one of those hard to say no too and hopefully using it would make it better. He wouldn’t tell her about the vet bill. He didn’t want her to worry about it, but also didn’t want to start a fight about her financial stability. She seemed hard enough as it was and any money she could keep for herself would be good for her. If she wanted to ride western she would need a whole new wardrobe. New boots, hopefully she had lots of jeans, she’d need a whole new assortment of tack, though she could borrow his as long as she wanted. He didn’t have a nice barrel saddle for her unfortunately but for the time she could easily use one of his roping of even his reining saddles. Tobin must have been one of the nice guys finish last, surely he had gotten used time after time, yet he still kept with his ways. An old cowboy never changes.
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