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Post by Sync on Jan 26, 2011 19:49:51 GMT
Students that SHOULD ATTEND according to their timetables.[/u] - Finn Brady
- Jonah Weaver
- Joshua Walsh
- Callum Razamuth
- Zachary Clarke
- Hayley Parker
- Dustin Levens
- Jennifer Owens
- Sarah-Jane Scott
- Shannon Davidson
- Julian Barker
- Christian Evans
- Nikki Love
- Allie Santiago
- Lily-Mae Redman
[/size] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Archie was in a great mood, he always was before he taught. He whistled happily as he tacked up the large bay gelding. He'd chosen to ride Louis today in his class, knowing that the older equine would keep a level head as new students came to the class. There had been a reorganization of the timetables, so there were many new students attending and a few of the students whom had been attending at the start were now not. He didn't mind at all, he welcomed all new faces to to his class, no questions asked. Louis peered around to his owner, an expectant look on his intelligent features. "Alright Louis, we should be just about ready." he declared, tightening the girth once more. The gelding huffed impatiently, obviously wanting to get out and about, bored of being cooped up in the stall. Archie chuckled, and then opened up the stall door and led the brute out. Xander immediately appeared over the door of the neighboring stall which held Mo, the pinto warmblood also let her cranium swing over the door to see what was going on. The Ashera feline strode to Archie's side, and looked up at his owner expectantly. Archie shook his head defiantly. "No, I'm not carrying you." he told the cat sternly. Xander pushed himself onto his hind legs and planted his paws on his masters leg. His expression was pleading. Archie was about to shake his head again, but then sighed deeply. "Alright, alright. But you're going to be put down as soon as we get there." he told the cat, before releasing Louis's reins and scooping up the feline. Xander was much heavier than he looked, and he looked huge as it was. Adjusting Xander so that his front paws were swung over Archie's shoulder, and holding him close to his chest, he gripped onto Louis's reins again. The three, well two, walked calmly toward the Cross Country course, in no rush what so ever.
Once on the course, he tried to remove Xander from his grip. The feline wasn't having any of it, and dug his claws into Archie's sweater. Grumbling, he let the cat stay where he was, and leaned against Louis's strong shoulder. The gelding reached around to snuffle his owners hair happily. You'd never think that the gelding was fifteen, he still acted like a five year old most of the time. Though, he had always had the same, reserved, pleasing temperament. Archie smiled and pat the geldings thick neck with his free hand that wasn't supporting the daft cat in his arms. As soon as the students had all arrived, Xander was going to have to go do his own thing. As he awaited the students to arrive, he pondered how hard it would be to ride a cross country course with a cat in your arms. He came to the conclusion that it would be very hard indeed.
**I will add my own student characters after you have all added your own.
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Post by Lottii on Jan 27, 2011 17:42:11 GMT
Lily smiled as she swiftly but gently tacked up Casper. She loved all her horses' equally, those she loaned from the college and the mare she owned. But she had been working with Casper the longest and he was probably her favorite to ride, if she had to pick one, despite his funny moments. The stallion had made a hard to break habit of pretending to be a rodeo horse for five minutes if he got frustrated. Or scared. Or bored. Or just generally feels like it. Surprisingly, Lily grinned at the thought. Casper had taught her a lot about riding, understanding horses and predicting what they might do. As well as improving her ability to stay on a bucking or rearing horse. She fell off him perhaps fifty percent of the times he had an episode, but really it just made her love him more. His gleaming coat was officially described as gray, but to Lily it always seemed more like a burning silver. Shrugging,she slid a black close contact saddle on top of the dark green numnah the stallion wore. Lily was the sort of person to have a specific color for all her horses, Casper's was dark green. It looked stunning with his coat. A snaffle bridle with a running martingale went on next, and Lily bent down to attach the martingale to the girth, tightening the girth a hole or two as she did so. The female didn't normally approve of putting lots of tack on a horse, but she disaproved more of using strong bits, and Casper needed one or the other. The martingale stopped Casper throwing his head up and down and charging off, but Lily preferred it over a standing martingale because she could release the pressure in an emergency by loosening the reins. And it was legal in Cross-Country events, whereas a standing martingale wasn't.
She stroked the equine's neck gently before leaning against him to remove her jacket. The female now wore a hoodie that matched the color of Casper's numnah and black jodhpurs with short black boots. Lily glanced down at her watch and decided she had a few minutes to fuss over Casper and calm him down a bit. With a somewhat relaxed horse in tow, she set off with the Arabian up to the start of the cross-country course. She smiled as she saw Casper catch sight of a horse she assumed to be the instructors up in the field, and the stallion soon began to dance around. Murmuring to him, she nodded her head and smiled towards the instructor before approching him slowly. "Greetings, Sir. I'm Lily-Mae Redman and this is Casper. Would it be okay if I joined the class?" She offered a more hesitant smile and her fingers twined themselves in Casper mane, the horse anxious to greet the instructor's equine. Recieving a positive answer, her smile warmed and she gestured to the Arabian as means of excusing herself from further conversation. The stallion was getting himself worked up with excitement and she walked him around to settle him.
Kingship snorted as he paced round his stable. The horse had seen Callum pass on his way to the tack room, and wasn't impressed that his owner hadn't stopped. Callum chuckled when he returned, rubbing the dome of the massive gelding's forehead. Balencing the tack on the door, he grabbed the comb out of his pocket and ran it through the Selle Francais' tail. King's black coat was still spotless and gleaming from his grooming this morning, but somehow the horse had managed to fill his tail with pieces of hay. Satisfied a few minutes later, the male retreived the tack from the door and started preparing the horse. The close-contact saddle had been given to him with King from Jemma, and he smiled sadly at the thought - recalling how happy Jemma had seemed then, the mood he hadn't seen in his girlfriend for so long now. There was a white numnah too, and a snaffle bridle. The large horse could be spooky to ride, but despite the size advantage he was never strong.
Callum had fallen instantly in love with the horse, and in the few short months he had built up a fair bond with the horse. Going out of the cross-country was what the horse was born to do, but Callum couldn't help feeling guilty when he considered how much he would have enjoyed to be tacking up Champagne for this class right now. His recenently deceased horse was still greatly missed, but he shook the thoughts from his mind as he led King from the yard. Callum paused and mounted from the mounting block which sat outside the yard. He hadn't heard from the teacher whether they should arrive mounted or unmounted, but despite Callum's tall frame, he still found the mounting block a much easier way to get aboard the 17.3hh giant.
Arriving at the course, he chuckled as King spooked at a ribbon tied to the fence, obviously left over from some sort of competition. Settling him down, he nodded politely to the teacher and approached the older male. "Hello Sir. I'm Callum and this is King." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Sir, I don'y suppose you know of anyone who would be interested in a 14.2hh Eventing mare? She's a very talented nine year old, she's competed around the top pony circuits over the last two years, but I'm way to big for her now." He drew to a close, wondering how the teacher would respond.
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Post by Onzy on Feb 6, 2011 13:15:18 GMT
 Shannon brushed the last specks of dust from Prince, his bay coat already shining from good health. The skin from where he had cut himself stood out clearly, the hair growing back around the area from where the stitches were. He nibbled her hair as she busied herself with his brushing boots. He was already tacked up, and the boots were the last step. Finding the duct tape, she secured the boots. Prince had a funny thing of managing to get them off when jumping fences if they weren't on properly.
She herself was wearing hunter green jods, paddock boots and half-chaps. Her polo shirt was a striped hunter green and black.Over that she had her body protector, and her black gloves were already on. Leading Prince towards the cross country course, she heard as he clipped his front legs occasionally. Prince was turning out to be more injury prone than Blue, and that was saying something, as the black gelding had pulled another tendon a day ago. Nodding towards the teacher, she saw that most of the faces were new.
-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ Julian never allowed a horse to bully him, but Lolly was proving absolutely difficult. A horse with ADHD was hard to tack up, and so far he only had a bridle with trailing martingale on. Striking some inspiration, he put a few carrots in the feed bucket. Lolly stood still, and that gave Julian enough time to get the saddle on and did the girth up.
Lolly walked circles around his owner, and as they made their way down to the course, Julian was starting to feel dizzy. Morning sir. I'm Julian Barker and this is Lolly, he said, his tone friendly. Lolly paused for a moment, and carried on with his circles. Somehow, this horse just wasn't normal.
-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~ The palomino gelding looked at her, bored already. Not exactly bored in the destructive sense, but bored in the sleeping sense. SJ had a tough time with this horse, but hopefully the cross country would wake him up. His head hung over the stall door, and he was already dozing off. Tapping his belly, SJ woke him up for a second and then the horse dozed again. Somehow this horse was the laziest she had known for a while.
Only when he had tripped over his own feet did Eezie actually wake up. SJ muttered something about silly creature, and entered the cross country clearing. Students were already milling about, and SJ walked up to the instructor. Hello Sir. I'm Sarah- Jane Scott, SJ for short and this is CZ Natan, she introduced herself.
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StarGirl
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Post by StarGirl on Feb 12, 2011 3:26:56 GMT
 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -all i want is the wind in my hair
to face the fear but not feel scared- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center][/ul] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
recklessly abandoning myself before you
i wanna open my heart tell him how i feel
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