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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 10:56:00 GMT -5
(That might be helpful, lol. Maybe we can all work together to make some trainers for those disciplines then if we know a bit about them, hehe)
The sun rose above the horizon of the grand entrance in the morning; early, about 6:15. A beautful blueing sky mixed with orange and reds as the sunrise took shape. In another few minutes, the bells would ring through the halls, gentle noises of ocean waves, rainforest whispers, falling waterfalls, or singing birds. The best way to wake up to the day, just the right amount to get the students up, yet not to scare anyone. Most students were used to this by now, as the bell rang this morning, the rainforest sounds this time. Others that were new? Well, it was weird, for sure.
Rachel moaned in their dorm, throwing the covers back over her head in defiance of getting up. She had only actually been back in their room for a couple of hours. So much to do and so little time, yet she had no interest in doing any of it.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 11:02:00 GMT -5
{I'll PM them because they show up pretty big as pictures if you wanna see them.}
Rowan frowned and rolled over in her bed to reach for her phone. She typed in the code and skimmed through a message from home before she set it down and pushed back her covers. After having a nice long stretch, Rowan got out of bed and quietly started over to her closet, opening what she could to start looking for something to wear. Nothing fancy. Just something normal. Just how I like it. She glanced toward her roommate and rolled her eyes. Looks like Princess needs her beauty sleep. She grinned at the thought, biting her lip to hold back a laugh that threatened to escape.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 11:18:48 GMT -5
(Thanks you're the best!!!)
Rachel moaned as Rowan got up and moved around. "Do you really have to be so loud, dear?" she questioned as she sat up, hair frazzled, still in her dress from last night. She looked almost like a monster, her makeup smeared, eyes still bloodshot, face nearly dead. She hated first day of classes; it was going to suck...She threw her covers off her legs.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 11:23:19 GMT -5
Rowan looked up again, a bundle of folded clothing in her arm, and started snickering. "Sorry, don't mind me. Go back to your beauty sleep," She replied, waving a hand in her direction as she crossed to try to slip into the bathroom. "You look like you could use it," She added with an innocent grin before shutting the bathroom door. She set her things down and started to get ready for the first day of school, humming as she did so.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 11:43:42 GMT -5
Rachel grumbled as Rowan closed the door on her, knowing she had to get up so she wouldn't miss classes. If she did she was screwed...daddy would be so mad at her! She missed too much last year, the Head Mistress threatened to throw her out. But alas, a few extra dollars the school's way took care of that problem. Yet, she didn't want a repeat performance. "Soooooo," she called out through the door as she got up to get herself ready, moving over to her wardrobe to pick out a cute outfit. "What did you think of the party last night? I didn't see you there much," she hollered over Rowan's humming as she decided on a yellow summer dress and some white sandals; good choice for a really sunny, hot day. Besides, she wanted to look extra cute for first day of classes. She was always able to win over a couple of the young, impressionable teachers that way...
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 11:47:35 GMT -5
(I added a 'taken names' list to my like last info post on the first page, as well, that way it will be easier to see what we can't use XD Just under the dorms list
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 11:49:13 GMT -5
Rowan brushed through her hair and gave it just a little bit of curl, hoping it would stay out of her face if she pinned her bangs back. "Sorry, did you say something?" She replied as she continued to hum. She changed into a top and some shorts that would be alright for class and for a summer day, as it wasn't yet fall. She glanced in the mirror and winked before she grabbed her stuff and walked out, heading over to put somethings away on her side of the room, which was really about a quarter of it. She had basic makeup on, but nothing too much. "Was it about the party?"
{That is really smart. Definitely would help with characters.}
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:02:41 GMT -5
Rachel was already prepared with a swath of eyeshadow as Rowan arrived out to the main room; Rachel was dressed, looking surprisingly...normal, compared with last night at least. She was going casual with her dress and shoes. "See, dear, this is the color I was talking about. Isn't it phenomenal? Come on, let's try it on you, see what you think," she offered, but it wasn't much of a request, rather than an order.
The intercom system suddenly came on in the hallway. "Breakfast begins in 10 minutes," the voice called out over the system. This was just to alert people, for the most part, as to how much time they were taking. While breakfast wasn't something that was served at a specific time- in contrast to dinner, in which everyone needed to be seated at the dinner tables on the dot- breakfast and lunch were served buffet style, with food lines centered in the dining hall. So while it wasn't necessary to be right on time, there was only so much time to eat before class began.
Rachel's belly rumbled in sync with the announcement. "Thank god, I'm starving! I hope it's something good." She was very easily distracted, and while she still held the eyeshadow swath in her hand, she questioned Rowan, "If you could have anything to eat right now, what would it be?" she wondered, trying to keep the conversation going. She wanted to be friends with Rowan, her roommate, afterall. Whatever friends actually meant to her, anyways.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 12:13:16 GMT -5
Rowan glanced at the color. "It is nice, but it would clash with my outfit. Maybe some other time," She replied, trying to be nice. In truth, she didn't like when others tried to do her makeup, hair, or even clothes. It made her feel like a Barbie doll. Despite the tone in Rachel's voice, Rowan wasn't going to let her do it. She heard the announcement and grinned, realizing she was pretty hungry as well. She grabbed her shoes and slipped them on, tying the laces as she replied. "Honestly, my mom used to make strawberry cheesecake that was to die for," Rowan told her, thoughts wandering back to home. She didn't mention that the last time her mom made it, Rowan was only eight. "What about you?"
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:18:15 GMT -5
"Cheesecake for breakfast?" Rachel demanded after hearing that, in a tone that obviously said 'how weird,' but remarked, "Pancakes. They better have pancakes now!" with a grunt as she headed for their dorm door, grabbing her key off her desk. "After you, roomie!" she let out in a squeal, looking through the hall which was already full of girls heading for the elevator. "It's gonna be crowded." Heck, they would probably have to wait a few turns to actually get an elevator to stop on their floor in order to take them down. One of the problems with being on the first dorm floor. Rachel liked being lower, though, rather than up top, like many of the rich kids, since it was a quick ride up.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 12:27:03 GMT -5
"I didn't mean for breakfast," Rowan mumbled as she walked out of the room. She rolled her eyes and walked on to wait for the elevator. Rowan stared at the groups already waiting, and she would rather have some stairs than wait a few turns. It wasn't going to kill them to go a different way, but she just pulled something out of the little bag she always carried and started flipping through her sketchbook as she leaned against the wall to wait. "Looks like there's time to meet people then."
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Post by Longclaw511 on Jun 6, 2017 12:36:57 GMT -5
Anthony was in his horses stall cleaning up. He prefers to clean the stall himself to make sure nothing goes wrong and to make sure Knight is properly taken care of. He filled his water and filled his oats bucket. He went back to his dorm and cleaned himself up for breakfast,
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:39:23 GMT -5
Rachel didn't respond to Rowan; she was already busy playing through her phone, obviously uncaring if she might get caught. Of course, she hardly cared about a lot of things. As they finally caught a ride on the elevators, she went her separate ways with the girl after they entered the lobby. Sure, she wanted to be 'friends,' but that didn't mean she had to hang with her constantly.
In the dining hall, it was already busy. The lines were heavy, though the back food line, farthest from the entry, seemed to have the least people in it. Of course, that could always backfire if it went slower than the rest...first up at the start of the line were large silver trays of scrambled eggs, fluffy and perfect yellow. Next were more big silver trays, these filled with plentiful of the breakfast-style potatoes, cut in quarters and fried to a golden crisp. Finally, dozens and dozens of individual fruit cups sat at the end, each in open plastic cups, of average size.
Flynn, coming off the line with his plate, caught sight of Rowan entering the dining hall, and let out a huge grin, waving to her.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:41:12 GMT -5
(Oh don't worry about rping that stuff Long, barn staff does all that throughout the day. Hey maybe Mick and Anthony could run into each other? Or I have Matt or Ryan, whoever you prefer)
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 12:45:02 GMT -5
Rowan glanced around and saw him out of the corner of her eye, raising an eyebrow. She turned away and walked over to the line in order to get something to eat, ignoring his wave. No thank you, mister. She bit her lip as she picked up a plate and found the shortest line. Her appetite seemed to shrink as she looked over all the food. Picking a little of each item and leaving the line, Rowan cast her eyes over the dining hall and stood to the side, trying to look for a place to sit. Don't make it awkward, Rowan.
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Post by Longclaw511 on Jun 6, 2017 12:48:04 GMT -5
Ok. Mick sounds good.))
Anthony walked into the Dining Hall seeing that everybody was there already. He quickly headed to the line for food before anyone else came.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:52:34 GMT -5
Suddenly a tap landed on Rowan's shoulder. "Hey," Flynn's voice sounded; he stood behind her, munching on his fruit, holding the cup in one hand. "Hey, I lost track of you last night. Why don't you come sit with me and some of my friends? We've got a couple empty seats, it will save you time looking for one. Besides, there's this girl I want you to meet a little better, I thought you all might get along. She's Dressage like you," he told her, clearly unaware of her apprehension around him as he popped a grape in his mouth. He wore a pair of high end denim jeans, and a plain green crewneck top. It was his shoes that stood out, top quality snakeskin.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 12:55:40 GMT -5
Mick walked in very shortly after, walking at average pace to the lines, brushing her hair out of her face as bangs fell in front of her eyes. She blew at them constantly, trying to keep them out of her way. She ended up behind Anthony, having not met him, since they were clearly very different disciplines. "Do you mind passing me that?" she asked in a very sweet, quiet voice to this boy, who was just in front of her. She pointed in the direction of the spoon for the eggs, which was too far back on the tray for her to reach, the food-line tables wide to accommodate two lines for each.
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 12:57:53 GMT -5
Rowan laughed, though it sounded a little cold. "Lost track, hm?" She gave a shake of her head and tightened her hold on her plate. "You looked pretty occupied last night. Didn't wanna interrupt," She continued before she turned her back to him. "But tell the girl I said hi. I'd like to talk to someone about Dressage," She added with a fake smile before she started walking away to go sit on the other side of the dining hall. Her sneakers were silent on the ground and she wished for a pair of jeans rather than shorts. But her t-shirt was a dark red and fitted, which she adored. She used her free hand to reach into her little bag and grab a ring she put in there, since she forgot to put it on earlier.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 13:18:35 GMT -5
Flynn looked surprised as Rowan walked away, not sure as to which part of the night she was actually referring to, confused and taken aback. What exactly had he done wrong?
Not too long later, after Flynn had returned to his seat, a student around Rowan's age came up upon her table. "Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked Rowan, British accent a stew. The girl had her black hair tied up tight in a ponytail, and wore professional attire- tan breeches, short paddock boots covered with solid black, leather half-chaps. White egyptian cotton blouse. Her green eyes blinked at the girl inquisitively.
(Just added her. Gonna be poofy now got PT)
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 13:23:37 GMT -5
Rowan glanced up and blinked, shrugging her shoulders. "Sure, go ahead," She replied, noticing the accent. She admired the riding clothes, though she had something similar in her own closet. Her curiosity peeked as she poked at her eggs with her fork, glancing across the dining hall toward a table. Was this the girl he was talking about? She wondered. She reached over to her sketchbook and closed it, covering up a drawing of a field and a horse. She was a little nervous around new people, but she didn't judge the girl just yet.
{She seems cool. And he doesn't even know what he did wrong lol.}
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jun 6, 2017 13:26:54 GMT -5
Where should I jump in?)
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 13:56:20 GMT -5
(I really like her. i had her in my mind for awhile but wasn't exactly sure what to do with her
Hey Ging. Anyone were at breakfast let me know who you want to Rp and I'll throw one of mine in)
Abigail smiled as she sat beside her. "Rowan, yes?" she reaffirmed, remembering her from last year, and the night ride as well. She likely remembered her much better than Rowan remembered her, as she was usually alert and observant, keeping notes in her brain. "As I'm aware you've probably guessed already, Flynn sent me," she alerted Rowan.
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Post by *MorningGlory* on Jun 6, 2017 13:57:58 GMT -5
I dont care who)
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 14:02:32 GMT -5
"Yeah," Rowan confirmed with a smile. "I've seen you in lessons. You're really good," She glanced across the room once more before turning to face her. "I thought as much. You're Abigail, right?" As much as she hated to admit, she only remembered because of one old show in the past. But she thought the girl was nice from what she did remember, and she was happy to get to know her more.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 15:04:40 GMT -5
(XD okay hmm maybe...I don't know xD Nick and Zo?)
Nick had clean hands and entered the dining hall, but he had a few spots of dirt on his jeans and work shirt; he already had a busy morning tossing hay and feeding grain. Soon enough he would have to muck and was excited to get a good breakfast in before the hard work started.
"Well I like to think of myself as better than good, but I appreciate the thought," she teased, easy to tell that's what it was with the aid of her accent. "Flynn said you're a very standoffish type. No thought as to why he would think that. You must be irritated with him, eh?" she realized. It was the only explanation. She took a careful bite of her eggs, making sure just the right amount was on her fork, eating slowly and wiping her mouth with her napkin after each forkful.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 15:04:57 GMT -5
(Home now sorry)
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 15:10:44 GMT -5
Rowan rolled her eyes and brushed back her bangs, which had come unpinned. "It's not a big deal. Just a little misunderstanding," She brushed it off and took a small bite of strawberry from her fruit cup. After that, she just pushed her eggs around the plate with her fork, leaving them in a little pile on one side. "So, how was your summer?" She asked, trying to sound cheerful. She didn't want to discuss her issue with Flynn. It wasn't that important.
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Post by Turtleshell on Jun 6, 2017 15:20:28 GMT -5
Abigail certainly did not want to talk about her summer. They were never good no matter where she was..."Just fine, sure," she quickly brushed off the question. After eating in silence for a few moments- Abigail was one to not talk too much, being part of Flynn's group, he and the others often did a good portion of the talking- she finally spoke once more. "Do you anticipate qualifying for the JYR cup this year?" she asked in professional curiosity.
(One of the big shows FYI I know no one has really looked at the calendar yet since I haven't even completed it xD I'm only up to the start of Western so far lol but just so we're straight hehe)
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Post by ᠃ ⚘᠂ ѕιℓνєя яσѕє᠂ ⚘ ᠃ on Jun 6, 2017 15:26:51 GMT -5
Rowan raised an eyebrow and sighed softly. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," She murmured. The girl finished part of her breakfast and pinned her bangs back once again. "I hope to. It would be great experience to go. I assume you will be trying to qualify as well?" She asked, her tone more serious than before. When it came to riding, Rowan did not joke around.
{I glanced at it a few days ago.}
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