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Post by aidenwalker on Sept 29, 2008 20:19:06 GMT -5
Aiden slowly led Pete into the barn, yawning the whole way. It was a good thing the Pete was as laid back as he was, or he would of been halway to the highway by now. The chestnut stud just laid his head on Aiden's shoulder as he walked back into the familier barn.
"Ok so what stall should we put you in? he asked himself. Of course he hadn't checked the stall assignment before leaving the dorm so he just had to guess. W
"Well for now you will go in 5, since Midas is in 6. I can get yelled at later" he muttered. After Pete was in the stall, Aiden went to go get Pete's stuff.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Sept 30, 2008 12:10:55 GMT -5
Christine strode down the aisle, her ipod humming loudly, one ear phone hanging loose over her shoulder. Deamon snorted softly, raising his head to sniff and pretty bay mare who was streching her head out to see him. It was so good to be back at the academy. The welcoming smell of horse dung and hay along with the musty warm air of the barns was her favourite bit. Such a difference to her old farm in France where her sister still lived, all cold and formal. She refused to let the old memories spoil the start of term and pushed them from her thoughts.
A new attraction invaided her line of vision, a boy with his horse. She stopped a few stalls away and let him put his horse away before continuing. Deamon watched silently, seemingly tired from his hour ride. Letting her eyes wonder, she looked slowly down his body to his feet and then back up again. Christine was always on alert for attractive guys and she liked what she saw.With a quick flick of the wrist she had him tied to the wall. She picked up her pink box full of brushes and other useful equipment. Taking a sweat scraper she began on his coat, "Hey." she flashed a smile over her horse's back.
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Post by aidenwalker on Sept 30, 2008 14:48:08 GMT -5
Aiden slowly turned at the sound of the female voice behind him. He saw a beautiful white horse, and a beautiful face of a girl leaning over the horses back. Aiden was kind of taken a back, he is usually fine around girls...but she was really pretty. He shook his head, and got his head back into it, he could do this. "Hey, thats a pretty horse you got there, what is his breed?" he asked, the horse was pretty but he could've cared less on the breed, he wanted to know more about the girl
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Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 1, 2008 13:12:30 GMT -5
"He's a Warmblood and yeah he's a looker, thanks. I'm Christine by the way and this is Deamon" she added continuing to stroke the peice of equipment over his steaming coat. Deamon's ears flicked, constantly listening. Her eyes flicked back to her horse as the side she was working on came up clean. Swapping around she ducked under his head and began on his other shoulder. The stallion bobbed his head and snorted loudly starting to get bored.
"Good boy," she hushed hoping he wouldn't act up in front of a new face. He bent his neck around to nudge his owner, Christine plainly pushed back his head so he couldn't nip her. She shook her head laughing to herself quietly. Her first job was soon finished and she dropped the scrapper back into the tack box.
Her soft eyes fell upon the russet stud who was resting in his stall, "He's a good looking stud. What's his name?" she asked politely looking him over. Obviously he didn't attract her quite as much as his owner but she asked anyway (her way of making conversation). She rumaged through her tack box and found a large brush whilst waiting for an answer.
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Post by aidenwalker on Oct 1, 2008 14:24:59 GMT -5
Aiden listened to Christine's response, not really caring a bout the information but really listening to her. He watched her slowly switch tools and sides and never thought grooming a horse could look so artistic. At her question he popped out of his trance...
"Oh, I'm Aiden." oh crap he automatically thought.
"I'm an idoit. I mean this is Pete, hes an Oldenburg." he quicky came back with trying to hide his red face.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 1, 2008 15:27:21 GMT -5
She smiled sweetly at his mistake, "Nice to meet you, I'm Christine." she giggled. Taking long sweeps she tried to get the dust out of his coat, flicking it into the air. Small clouds of dirt collected above him making her sneeze. She tucked a peice of hair that had came out of her pony-tail behind her ear. She realised that she still had an ear-phone in so took it out and tucked it safely into her polo. Deamon's mane and tail was okay so she didn't need to comb it out. Insted she reached for his new water-proof blanket that she's bought especially for the spring. Hoisting it over the door she placed it carefully on his back, doing up the buckles and making sure it was in place.
"Good boy." she praised again, happy he was behaving himself. Must be all this training. she thought sighing contently. She'd let him rest in his stall beore putting him in the field, then he wouldn't catch a chill. Maybe she should've bought a thicker blanket after all.
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Post by aidenwalker on Oct 1, 2008 16:02:47 GMT -5
Aiden nodded at Christine not exactly knowing what to say next after the embarressment of his comment. He watched Christine take the beautiful white horse out to the pasture. He thought of something to say, finally he tapped into his flirting gene in his brain and jogged over to the pasture.
"So you look hungry, I know I am starving. Want to go grab a bite to eat? he asked. A little lame, he knew but worth a shot.
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Post by Christine Daaé on Oct 2, 2008 0:53:21 GMT -5
(OCC: Sorry it's a bit short, It' 6:30am here lol. Errmm shall we carry this on at the cafe or something?)
She turned with sparkling eyes, "Sure" she answered. Wow, she'd been asked out already this years was starting off on a high. Laying a hand on Deamon's neck she patted it lovingly, "I'll have to let him out and then get changed. Say in about half an hour?" she continued. The stallion was beginning to loose his patience and pawed forcefully at the ground.
"Oh before I forget." she remembered he'd proberly want her phone number. She handed over a small piece of paper with numbers on it.
"Come on then." she urged, not waiting for a reply to her first question she carried on. Beaming inside.
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Post by aidenwalker on Oct 2, 2008 16:13:13 GMT -5
Aiden smiled when sh agreed, he had gotten his game back. He was elated to recieve her phone number, and couldn't wait for the date. He realized he would have to change, out of his messy clothes to make sure she kept a good view of him. He looked up and she was halfway down the aisle with Deamon, he laughed.
"See you in a half hour Christine" he called.
(OCC: ok thats a good idea. To be continued in the cafe)
The wind calling his name, he urged on, forced on by hunger. Now this was going to extreams to find some decent food. He could still feel the food that he'd stolen in his mouth. Suddenly a human leading an enslaved horse appeared from no where. He tuned on his heels and galloped back the way he came. He'd have to wait in the field until night.
Secret word: Saddle
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