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Post by KOL NATHANIAL CARTER on Jan 28, 2013 23:06:25 GMT -5
Kol trudged through the barn with his head low and his ear buds turned up high, effectively drowning out the sounds of the barn. He knew perfectly well that if he took them out for a second he would hear the soft sounds of hay rustling, and the occasional snort or whinny. His eyes scanned the rows of horse stalls as he passed by, searching slowly and methodically for his assigned horse. Pausing he lifted his head at a familiar name on a stall door mounted in black lettering; Cinder. Within the stall a head was lifted and brown eyes met his gray-blue ones.
Hay stuck out of the faded black gelding's mouth at odd angles, making him look almost comical. After pausing his music and wrapping his ear buds around his phone, he approached the horse. The gelding had his ears pricked attentively, and let out a soft nicker as Kol reached out to stroke the white marking on his face. "Hey Cin, guess we're going to be stuck with each other for a while, huh?" He spoke softly. In all truth he didn't mind being away from his family, school, and small town. He considered it a vacation, not that it seemed like he'd be coming back for awhile, if ever.
Leaning against the box stall, arms folded over, he watched the equine continue to eat his hay. He was mentally going over things he'd need to know about the horse, and trying not to think about the fight that got him sent here. Sensitive back... feed before riding... due to ulcer... best with neck reigning... His thoughts wandered to the jocks that picked on him at school, and how one day he was already irritated from earlier teasing. That jerk had deserved the shiner he got though, whether he got in trouble or not. Then there was of course his parents being called to the school, the scolding from his mom, and sitting on the staircase listening to his parents argue quietly what they should do about it. His dad didn't care, while his mom was fighting a one sided battle against him. He knew it wasn't really about the fight at school though, it was about the cause, his preferring guys over girls.
Kol fed his horse a few strands of hay, gently talking to him about nothing in particular. At least he was away from anyone who would pester him like at school, hopefully. He had just arrived here and didn't know that for sure yet. After a few moments he straightened and grabbed a lead rope hanging on a hook on the stall, figuring he may as well groom the gelding and see if there were any small injuries from being out in the pastures. Entering the stall slowly, he continued to talk to the horse, unsure how he would react to a stranger in his stall. He seemed fine, so Kol proceeded to clip the lead line to his halter and guide him out of the stall. Heading in the general direction of the cross ties, he put his spare hand on the gelding's shoulder, and made sure not to let the horse too far behind him or too far in front.
The cross ties are around here somewhere... He was pretty sure he saw them near the tack room... Now if only he could remember where that was.
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Post by ANGELLORE LELIOCOUNTI on Jan 28, 2013 23:43:23 GMT -5
The day was hot and humid as Angellore sat in her office near the main barn. The windows were wide open, a fan circulating the air in the room. There was no air conditioner to be had in the old office that smelled like old books, paper and saddle soap. In fact, there was an open can of the stuff sitting on the corner of her desk the saddle she was working with was draped over the back of a chair in the corner. It was an older saddle, her English pleasure saddle that she used for her morning trail rides. Sure, she had prettier and better ones, but this havannah colored piece was one of her firsts. It was nearly 15 years old and she loved it. It was a link back to her past and the keeper of the barn liked to hold on to things like that. She even has a trunk at the foot of her bed that held little odds and ends from her childhood.
As the clock on the mantlepiece chimed 12, Angellore collected herself, knowing it was time to put out the mid day meal for her horses. No matter what her workload, she always made time to go see them and never had the hands look after them if she could help it. It was certainly not a matter of trust, but she always wanted to be the ones that her horses nickered at. She put the lid back on the jar of saddle soap and headed out the door towards the main barn, a purple lead rope draped around her neck. Hopping into the little golf cart that she used to get around the property, the red head drove up to the barn and put the small vehicle in park neck to the doors but out of the way of the walkway.
Upon entering the barn, she was pleasantly surprised to see one of her newest fosters spending a little quality time with the horse he was assigned to. His horse was Cinder, a middle aged Paint with a few health problems. The gelding was even tempered and certainly one to teach a newer rider. A lot of thought had gone into the pairing and Angellore felt that they would certainly be good for one another. Picking up the feed buckets from the side o the isle, Angel smiled at Kol and waved. "I see you found your horse pretty well. Welcome to the ranch." [/i] she said in earnest. Angellore was aware of his situation and new that it was not his idea to be here. It would likely take a bit for him to get used to all of this an her, but she was in it for the long haul. "I'm Angellore Leliocounti, I own the ranch. If you ever need anything at all, ust let me know."[/i] Location: Main Office to Main Barn in the isle. With: Kol Wearing: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=70567595[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by KOL NATHANIAL CARTER on Jan 30, 2013 18:23:00 GMT -5
Pausing his search for the cross ties, Kol glanced around. Perhaps if he could find something familiar... It was no use, he wouldn't recognize anything, he had been too lost in his music earlier for there to be anything to remember. The black gelding he was leading turned his head, and sniffed at the human, as if he had forgot who was there. "Too bad you can't talk, and tell me which way to go," he sighed at the equine.
Just when he was about to move and continue the search, he heard a voice. "I see you found your horse pretty well. Welcome to the ranch." He looked up from his new friend to see a red-headed woman waving to him, "I'm Angellore Leliocounti, I own the ranch. If you ever need anything at all, just let me know." That was pretty convenient timing. He waved back, glad to have someone to show him around.
"Um, yeah... Actually, I was looking for the cross ties," he said hesitantly, he hadn't really spoken to anyone for awhile, because of all the chaos at home, and his voice almost sounded like it belonged to someone else. His had ran through the short, soft hairs on Cinder's shoulder, searching for the support of someone who didn't judge anyone. For all Cinny could care about, he could be a serial killer, and he wouldn't care as long as he got plenty of treats.
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Post by ANGELLORE LELIOCOUNTI on Feb 1, 2013 23:27:40 GMT -5
Angellore smiled at the young man. There was a sense of one who has no idea where they were going or what they were doing and the owner reflected back on days where there were butterflies in her stomach too. Those days were long gone now, perhaps lost forever to the sands of time. Age was simply do that to you sometimes. She could remember that day that she had moved away from home to strike out on her own. it had been such a tumultuous time in her life, but there had always been one thing that was constant. Her horses had always been there for her and she loved them for it.
As she walked a bit closer to the pair, she laid her hand on the hind quarters of the gelding. His sin was soft and silky, as if it were velvet. She knew that his nose was even softer. "Horses often do give us the way, if we listen to them. They have a lot to say to us." [/i] he said softly, almost as if she wasn't speaking to the boy, but to some unknown entity. There had been many questions in her life that she found on the back of a horse or in a stall. They were graceful, patient creatures willing to give everything to serve and to please. She chuckled as Cinder started lipping at the lead that hung from the wall, attached to a ring. "I think your friend here knows what you're looking for."[/i] Location: Main Barn in the isle. With: Kol Wearing: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=70567595[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by KOL NATHANIAL CARTER on Feb 5, 2013 18:15:37 GMT -5
The male was instantly confused by Angellore's advice. He was pretty sure she wasn't even talking to him, but then she spoke again. "I think your friend here knows what you're looking for."[/b] Sure enough when stone blue colored eyes shifted toward the equine, they found what he had been searching for. A thin smile spread across his lips as Cinny played with the cross ties. "Looks like you've already found it," he chuckled softly patting his shoulder.
After leading the horse into the stall, he turned him around and clipped the two ties onto the sides of his halter one at a time. Hanging the lead rope on one of the hooks near the end of the tie attached to the wall, which he left connected to the halter just in case, and made sure it was just as slack as the tie. He roughly remembered the time he had spent at the barn with his friend, who owned a horse, and had taught him a thing or two about horses. He probably wasn't going to see any of his friends for awhile... "Um, where are the grooming supplies?" He asked turning to the owner of the ranch.
Even if he wasn't where he wanted to be he had to keep moving on.
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Post by Marcel Toulouse on Feb 5, 2013 21:43:09 GMT -5
Marcel had a lot of empathy for fosters, starting here as one himself. Sure, the first bit was rough. Life as a foster child sucked in general, and then you randomly got sent to this place, sometimes with a choice, but sometimes without much of a choice. So he generally stops and introduces himself. At least make the place a tad bit less foreign. Not that most of the fosters saw him often, seeing as he worked in the stallion barn, generally thought of as a dangerous place to be for minors.
He just happened to be passing through, picking up some mail that had come to the main barn by mistake. He smiled and gave a polite wave to Angellore. They had met before, though he did not see much of her nowadays except at staff/foster breakfasts and the shared evening meal. "Hey there, I'm Marcel." he says by way of introducing himself to the foster. He isn't really sure what to say. He still doesn't have too many words of wisdom to impart. "Welcome to the barn. Smart horse you got." he adds, indicating Cinny.
Marc brushes a hand through his short cropped hair. Talk about awkward. He'd probably never be an instructor or teacher! But he remembers being in a similar situation. The gelding assigned him, who at first he had assumed was just a stupid animal, had really opened him up, made him who he was now. Horses certainly made a whole lot more sense than people. Give them food, water, shelter and some love and they were perfectly happy. No drama, no backstabbing, no cruelty. Horses were, to Marcel, the perfect creatures. Peaceful, beautiful, and loving.
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