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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 21, 2020 13:25:58 GMT -5
{ 𝕋𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 ℙ𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕥 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 } HISTORY: 150 arces was bought for all of $100 back in 1945 in Arizona. Clarence Avery, a new oil tycoon, was looking to strike lucky in the flatlands. Instead, he found himself right in the center of what would be horse country, and soon shifted his attention between building his family's name and fortune in oil, and in horse racing. Barrel racing became his game, training jockeys and buying agile horses and ponies money could spare. From there, like most businessmen do, he found someone else to take care of the dirty work. A woman named Star. Together they built not only a corner stone of the barrel racing foundation in Arizona, but they created a family. Avery Peak was re-branded after the birth of their first son, and they pulled most of their influence from the oil game, and kept on keeping on with the horses.
CURRENTLY: Now, three generations have come and gone since Clarence Avery bought the land. Jackson Avery, third great-grandson to the man himself, has turned the man's once budding barrel racing training estate to more of a rehabilitation clinic five years ago. The massive estate still boasts one entire barn (24 stalls) for boarding, though. Jackson can't seem to keep the barrel racing genes complete out, and deals mainly with clients who are ex-racers in a variety of ways.
THE ESTATE: Sitting on just under 150 arces of land now (Jax sold a couple to his neighbors) the main 'farmhouse' is where Jax lives. It's a single story bungalow styled farmhouse with a small greenhouse tucked in the back corner, a few bedrooms, a modern kitchen and two 'upscale' bathrooms. The main rehabilitation barn is a click to the right, fenced off with a dirt/gravel road going to the entrance of the lot to the 'barn' itself. The boarding barn is a couple of clicks behind it to the left, with access to the shared turnout field and a smaller circular training corral. The lot itself is dotted with tall trees and plenty of bush, grass and typical landscaping from 100 years ago.
THE WEATHER: Arizona is currently in a dry spell. Normally temperatures range anywhere from 75 - 85 degrees at this time.{ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕀𝕟𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕 } JACKSON AMOS AVERY. || Played by Mohr【☁】 || Call him 'Jax'; Mr Avery was his father. 30 years old. Ex-barrel racer with countless (useless) ribbons hidden in a box in the attic. 6'1" with yellow-hazel eyes, sturdy slim build. Wears Wrangler and Levi jeans religiously, often paired with some sort of soft cotton, solid colored long sleeved shirt (with the sleeves rolled up just below his elbows). Talks with dropped g's and is always walking around with a cigarette or a toothpick in his mouth. Has worked with horses and their riders his entire life, and was the first Avery in four generations to move the family from racing, to rehabilitation.
AMELIA --- --- || Played by Kurai || Information blurb can be added to, here. Mid 20s; Amelia and her horse are Olympic prospects, or at least were before a massive fall that nearly cost Amelia her life and has created no end of psychological issues for both.
{ ℕℙℂ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 } to be added.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 21, 2020 13:28:11 GMT -5
{ ℂ𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖... }
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 21, 2020 14:30:46 GMT -5
(awesome! i have to head into work for a short shift (someone called in) but when im back i can post a starter c: )
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 21, 2020 20:42:30 GMT -5
(Work was okay. Got some good news in regards to pay, which was a long time coming, but other than that, my normal hours should resume come tomorrow evening! Sorry this is posted so late for you- but I don't mind waiting for replies.)
Jackson grunted, hauling the last of the hay bales up onto the track that would deliver them into the hayloft at the top of the boarding barn. It was early morning, sometime after 7am, and the sun was still barely warming the place. His last client had decided to pay their final session in hay delivery, and while Jax was completely over the moon about it - because hay was expensive! as was grain! - he wasn't so thrilled that the delivery always seemed to come when his help wasn't around. Clipping the final bale onto the track, he waved off the truck and watched it go, before he turned to face the track, watching the last of the bales disappear over the hump.
Patting his pockets, he produced a cigarette and a match from his matchbook, striking it. He carefully lit it, put the match out under his boot, and started walking back towards the farmhouse, seeking a shower and a meal before he met with his next client.
Starting a rehabilitation center was something that he had thought about only twice before. He had been around enough jockeys and hobbyists to know that there simply weren't enough localized centers, and the demand was enough that he could charge a couple bucks less than out of state clinics and still make green. He wasn't completely in it for the money, either. Jax liked horses, he didn't always like people, and he was a fourth generation barrel racer and horseman. That in itself was qualifying enough for the locals. After his shower, Jax donned a new shirt - short sleeved off white cotton - with his trademark Levi's and boots, before he grabbed his cell phone and tucked it into his back pocket. He'd see his new client coming in if he stood out on the porch.
Maybe he could have a coffee while he waited, too.
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Post by Kurai on Mar 22, 2020 12:34:05 GMT -5
When Amelia's father had recommended yet another rehabilitation centre she had sighed. After the accident he had tried everything to get her horse back on track, the big black stallion had cost him a lot of money and he wasn't about to loose his investment. He had exhausted every local option, every vet, every holistic healer and self proclaimed horse therapist. Most had taken one look at the beast and turned him away, the few that had tried to work with him had quickly deemed him a lost cause. Word got around that Amelia Thorne's Olympic prospects were a pipe dream, that she'd lost interest and her horse had gone near insane. It had forced her father to look further afield for help. So now the sleek silver horse lorry rumbled down the highway, towards the next poor soul lined up to try and fix them. Amelia was slumped in the passenger seat, headphones on and finally resigned to the idea that he was not going to give up. Suburbia had given way to sprawling plains and now back to small towns. A long driveway led to what looked to be their destination. He pulled up and killed the engine, jumping down with surprising enthusiasm for a man in his 60's. "Are you Jackson? Reg Thorne." He introduced himself striding towards the porch and extending a hand. "We spoke on the phone about my daughters horse." Amelia watched the exchange from the passenger seat, feeling no real inclination to get out.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 22, 2020 14:03:25 GMT -5
Jax watched - with a mug of coffee in one hand, his cigarette in between his fingers on the other - as a silver horse trailer pulled up. Interesting. He casually checked his watch, the corner of his mouth lifting. They were right on time. That was usually a good sign not only for Jax but for their horse, too. He put his cigarette out under his boot once again and placed his mug on the flat railing, moving closer to the steps up to the porch as the engine to the truck was killed. 'Reg Thorne,' was introduced and Jackson took the man's hand. "Just 'Jax' is fine, sir." Jax said, giving the outstretched hand a firm shake before he stepped off and down from the porch.
Daughter's horse. This was the Olympic prospect, right? From what he could recall from the various phone conversations and emails, she and her horse had experienced a traumatic injury. Since then, there had been some sort of behavioral issues countless 'experts' couldn't - or refused - to fix. Jax caught her look in the passenger's seat, noticing that she had yet to come out and introduce herself. He wasn't going to take it personally; she was probably tired from the ride and it was still early yet. He looked back at Reg, then motioned to the trailer. "Reckon we can turn the horse out in the corral while he discuss livin' arrangements and the like? He prolly wants to stretch his legs out." He asked, giving Reg a warm smile.
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Post by Kurai on Mar 22, 2020 15:02:57 GMT -5
"Jax. Good strong name. I like it" He was a business man through and through, horses were not his business but even he could see talent, and where there was talent there was money to be made. His smile faltered a little at the mention of the horse, turning slightly to look in the direction of the trailer. "We had to have the vet give him some pretty heavy sedation to get him in there." He sounded a little ashamed to admit he'd stooped to such tactics. "Yeah lets get him out" He walked back to the rather flash lorry, the kind that would probably equal a down payment on a decent house. It was as though the horse had heard them coming and erupted in to a barrage of kicking and squealing, hooves battering against the walls of his confines.
"I guess he's awake." Reg said nervously. A door closed behind them and Amelia had stepped down from the cab, unable to ignore the battering the horse was giving the trailer. She was dressed in skinny jeans, brown yard boots and a loose woollen jumper in bottle green. She had the same black hair as her father, only hers fell past her shoulders in soft waves and her eyes were the same grey as the sky right before a storm. She stuffed her hands in to her pockets and said nothing, leaving her father to introduce her. "My daughter, Amelia." He said gesturing back to her, before the horse distracted him again with another bout of kicking and screaming.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 22, 2020 20:51:49 GMT -5
It was easy to make Jax like you. It was just as easy to make him not like you, and sometimes that line was just so blurred, even Jax couldn't always figure out what side of the fence he needed to be on. "Thank you," Jax half-mumbled, hands absentmindedly patting his pockets. When they came up empty - belatedly remembering that his carton of smokes were on the kitchen table - Jax settled to instead handle the sitauation at hand, the best he could. Stuffing his hands into his pockets the older man nodded, stepping back from Reg as the man headed for the back of the truck.
Hearing the horse scream and kick as he did, Jax's eyes narrowed only slightly, continuing to walk past the lorry and towards the fence where he kept a clip on 'break off' lead for energetic cases like this. He had to be sedated. Interesting. "He'll be pretty rowdy then. Good thing the corral's deserted." He stated, returning with long steady strides back towards the back of the truck. He looked up and over only when the passenger side door opened and Reg's daughter - the rider - slid out. Almost instantly he could see the family resemblance, and he gave her a small nod of acknowledgement. This part of Arizona was just as much as a culture shock to the Yankees from the north, as it would be to someone from the west coast.
"Nice t'meet cha, Amelia." Jax offered once the introduction was handed over, extending his hand out to the lass. "I'm Jax, owner of Turnin' Point Pastures." Not that she didn't already know that.
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Post by Kurai on Mar 23, 2020 10:29:00 GMT -5
"Rowdy is certainly a word for it" Reg said quietly, not wanting to seem weak in front of this stranger. He was one of those people who had built himself up from nothing, to whom appearances were everything. he made sure his daughter had the best of the best, even if she didn't want it. He lowered the ramp of the trailer, drawing aside the partitions and as quickly as it had started, the kicking stopped. In the relative darkness of the lorry, the creature watched these humans, waiting to see what their next moves would be. "Nice to meet you." Responded Amelia in a quiet voice, hesitating for a moment before shaking the hand offered, he wrist bound in a bandage, mostly obscured by her oversized jumper. "He doesn't like my father." She muttered quietly as she watched him vanish in to the back of the lorry, moving aside the partitions to reach the final stall. Her words were quiet, so that only Jax beside her would hear, not wanting to embarrass Reg, who was trying far to hard to appear confident and knowledgeable. As the man approached the horse let out a snort of warning and the sound of a fore hoof pawing at the floor echoed from the trailer. A moment later Reg appeared. "Uhh I guess we really hadn't thought this far ahead." Amelia rolled her eyes. he hadn't thought ahead. It had been so easy for him to load a horse that was doped up to it's eyeballs, but he'd had no consideration for unloading him this end, with the sedation worn off and hours worth of travel to aggravate him.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 23, 2020 11:46:25 GMT -5
Jax made a noncommittal sound when Reg commented, having realized fairly quickly that things were going to come into light that would either surprise him or disappoint him. He wished he had a stablehand with him, because if this horse continued to act up like this - and this was freshly off sedatives - it was going to be a long road. As much as Jax enjoyed a challenge, sometimes the idea of a challenge like this one before 10am was just a little too daunting. He returned his attention to the daughter, the flash of a bandage catching his attenion, before the comment made him catch her gaze. He smirked, looking over his shoulder at the now quiet trailer. "I never would have guessed." Jax teased.
When the older man returned, Jax gave Amelia another small nod before he turned his attention to her father. "Let me getcha a halter, hold this." Without waiting for an approval from the client - not that it mattered, they were here on his property now, and Jax wasn't about to let it slide - and jogged back towards the house. He kept a universal halter tied relatively close to a fence post, and after retrieving it as well as the break off lead, he motioned to the trailer. "I'm gonna lead him off." He didn't quite now how this was going to go down, but as long as he vocalized what he was planning to do, it shouldn't go too sour, right?
He walked up the ramp, with the halter in one hand and the lead in the other. In the trailer, he could see just how scared the horse was. "Easy, fella." Jax crooned. "We'll get ya out, and you can have a run in the corral. Get this energy outta you before we see what you're made of." He had gotten about as far as Reg had, when the horse pinned his ears back and snorted loudly. Jax nodded, keeping eye contact with the horse, before he took two steps closer. He was within arms reach of the horse now. "We gotta get this on ya first, pal. Let me get you outta here and into some fresh air."
Jax managed to get the dual clip halter on before the horse whinnied, ears still pinned back with his whites showing. "Alright, pal, alright." Jax continued to speak in a slow and soft voice, walking backwards with the clipped lead. "We're comin' out!"
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Post by Kurai on Mar 23, 2020 12:14:01 GMT -5
The ghost of what could be described as a smile flickered across Amelia's lips at his returning comment, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Reg looked relieved as the other man took charge, falling back to stand beside his daughter. Neither were tall, but where Reg was short and stout, Amelia was willowy. It was hard to tell beneath the jumper but clear from her high, prominent cheekbones that her build was far slighter than her fathers. She took a few tentative steps towards the rear of the lorry before stopping, able to hear Jax's soothing words to the horse. The horse raised his head and snorted, ears flat against his neck. As soon as he felt the tension on the end of the rope he bolted, aiming in the direction of daylight. At 17.2 hands high he showed rather little regard for the man at the end of the rope as he burst in to the bright sunshine. As his hooves hit solid ground he stopped, quivering, head held high. He was as black as coal, with a wide blaze and four white socks. Every inch of him was muscle, it rippled beneath his sable coat as his wide nostrils flared, breathing in this fresh air and studying his strange new surroundings.
(Soz short, I'm cooking at the same time XD)
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 23, 2020 13:15:06 GMT -5
(no problem! my three year old nephew is being a royal pain today so i get it haha)
It was the split second between his ears being pinned to the sound of an excited snort that Jax side stepped onto the ramp and then down, wrapping the end of the rope around his fist as the horse bolted, thundering down the ramp and onto the ground. Adrenaline raced up his veins, but Jax knew better than to let it cloud his judgement. He grunted, digging his heels back as the horse tugged. "Into the corral with ya, c'mon." Jax said, not bothering to give Reg or Amelia a split second of his attention while he was working this out. He walked in front of the horse and led him without too much force (because forcing a massive animal like this one was a bad idea) towards the round corral, having to stop frequently when there was resistance on the other end.
"If y'all want to follow me this way, so this big guy has some familiar faces when i corral him, that would be grand." Jax called over his shoulder once he and the horse were closer to the gate. He gave the stallion a steady pat, keeping the horse about half an arms length away so he could duck or move out of the way of any incoming bites or kicks. He opened the gate once they made it, and unclipped the lead and allowed the horse to canter in. He closed and locked the gate behind him, looping the lead up to hang it on the fence post.
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I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Mar 23, 2020 14:07:40 GMT -5
Amelia moved with them, as though on auto pilot. Her eyes were for the horse only, watching every step he took, every flick of his ear and toss of his head. Reg was chattering nervously unaware that no one was listening to him. The horse followed this stranger, taking a prancing sidestep until he felt tension on the lead and then lunging forward. The second he felt the lead unclip he hurtled forward, taking off around the corral at a furious pace, bellowing loudly. Amelia lent against one of the rails watching him closely as he threw a series of impressive bucks. "Well that's him. 'Witcham Counting On Crossfire" He said the needlessly long name with pride, as though it would mean something to Jax. "Purebred Hanoverian Stallion. Cost me a fortune" He added.
"I call him Mooncake" Amelia said almost inaudibly, earning a sharp look from her father. "One of the top horses in the industry and she names it after a pudding." He said with exasperation. He turned his attention back to Jax. "So you think you can fix him? How long do you think it will take?" Amelia mentally flinched, in his mind everything could be fixed if you threw enough money at it. The stallion galloped the length of the fence, spinning on the spot and taking off in the other direction.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 23, 2020 16:09:21 GMT -5
Once the horse was free, Jax took a spot leaning up against the gate, noticing shortly that Amelia and her father had followed. Interesting. The older man seemed to be too tone-deaf with his own words as he rattled on. Again, out of habit the cowboy patted his pockets for his cigarettes, sighing slightly when he remembered too late that they were still in fact, in the house. Jax, smokeless and beginning to understand why Amelia stayed in the truck as long as she did, faced Reg when he spat the long name out. "Sounds like a fine horse," He told Reg, and barely heard Amelia's comment. When it registered that the woman had spoken, he gave her the same warm grin as before.
"Mooncake. Haven't had one of them since the local Chinese place burned down fifteen years ago." Jax spoke this directly to Amelia, before he returned his focus to her father. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, the cowboy took a more relaxed stance against the fence, letting Mooncake have his time in the pen. He could feel the stomping of the stallion's hooves against the dry ground, rattling up through the soles of his feet when he clipped closer to the fenceline. "Fix 'im?" Jax reiterated, raising an eyebrow at Reg. "I can't say I can definitely fix him, I haven't had enough time with him to know what's wrong other than bein' a little overactive."
Scratching the back of his neck he looked at Amelia once more, then at Mooncake, then back to Reg. "He seems much calmer with Amelia around. This'll take a couple months at most. Seven, eight weeks. I'll know for sure by the end of the first month with him here. Y'all are more than welcome to stay if that's something y'all are intersted in? I have guest facilities."
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Post by Kurai on Mar 23, 2020 16:28:20 GMT -5
Reg looked disgruntled about the time frame and the general vague answer but he knew he didn't really have much choice, no one else would take the horse on. "I've got to get back to work, business waits for no man. Amelia will stay here with you." He spoke without consulting his daughter, leaving her no choice but to stay. "I've a driver picking me up, if we can leave the lorry here."
Amelia sighed, bored of listening to her father prattle on now. He was an exhausting conversational partner and she was glad when the sleek black car pulled in to whisk him back to the city. He left, still chattering about what this could do for Jax's reputation if he managed to resolve the issues. The door slamming was a welcome sound. "Sorry about him." The young woman muttered, shuffling slightly uncomfortably. "He barely knows one end of a horse from the other." The black stallion looked around at the sound of her voice, pausing his manic charge for a brief moment before once more jumping forward in to a string of plunging bucks, kicking white socked heels high. She couldn't help but smile softly as she watched the horse, he seemed to be enjoying the fresh air at least.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 23, 2020 18:19:27 GMT -5
"Guess I'll send an invoice to the e-mail we spoke through then, hm?" Jax asked the retreting Reg, bringing one hand out from his pants to wave at the incoming driver. Jax watched without pleasure as the man got into the car and took off, casting his gaze to the trailer that they had driven in. He looked at Amelia, sheepishly, before returning to the corral, leaning his elbows on the metal. He was willing to wait the silence out, thinking that she wouldn't want to talk right away, but it was a welcomed distraction when she did speak. He chuckled, rubbing his throat slightly. "S'all good, I've dealt with other cityfolk like that before. They usually end up givin' their pony up before the end of the session." It wasn't a nice truth, but a truth none the less.
As the shiny black car drove off his property, Jax's shoulders relaxed as he looked out at Mooncake. "You've got a stunnin' horse, Amelia." He was so surprised by the way the horse seemed to either instantly chill out at the lack of Reg Thorne. There had to be something else there, there had to be something more that was bothering Mooncake. "Does he like bein' called Mooncake more than... whatever it was your father had said?" Jax had been around the old money new horse crowd with long names like that, and they were the first to find a new one when the old one started slowing down. "Also, do you mind if I smoke? My cigs are back at the house so I don't mind pickin' them up later."
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Post by Kurai on Mar 24, 2020 5:25:55 GMT -5
She shuddered slightly at the thought of giving up the horse, she knew what people saw with the high priced lorry and expensive gear and more than likely they assumed she subscribed to that mentality. She couldn't imagine giving up on Mooncake, even if she never rode him again she'd sooner kill herself that watch her father sell him on. She kept that thought to herself however. She was brought back to the present as he complimented the horse. "Thank you." She smiled slightly, watching the horse as he pranced about, as though he too appreciated the compliment. He'd taken to a high stepping trot, knees snapping up in a smooth two beat rhythm. "I think so, it's slightly less of a mouthful at least." She had no idea what he father had told this man, if her knew any of their history. Reg meant well but what he saw was a horse that was aggressive and unrideable, toss unpredictable in to the mix. All of the vets he had called out could find nothing physically wrong with him, he'd been subjected to every test, scan and procedure to rule out physical problems and that was why they were here now. "I don't mind." She said in relation to his question about smoking. "I mean it's your place so you don't need to ask my permission." She looked up, her gaze leaving the horse for the first time since he had left the trailer, taking a moment to look around her at the well laid out farm. It was beautiful in a quaint, country sort of way. With far more character than the facility Mooncake was stabled at back home.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 24, 2020 10:40:39 GMT -5
Jax was keeping a casual eye on Mooncake. The stallion continued to pace the length of the round corral, and as the black car winked over the hill that would take them back towards the city of Phoenix, Jax noticed that his wild bucking and snorting had lessened just enough to keep his four hooves on the ground. Interesting. "Your father's a real professional type, ain't he." It wasn't so much a question as it was a comment, because just from the short interaction he had had with Reg Thorne, Jax wasn't completely convinced of the man's business with his daughter's horse.
He chuckled at her comment, nodding, before he picked up the lead again. "I'll go grab 'em after I wrangle Mooncake here. He's probably starvin', and you'll probably wanna get settled in, too. I can get breakfast started once this is all done." Said Jax, as he slowly opened the gate and stepped into the corral. He kept an eye on the stallion, who's ears pricked at the sound of the snapping gate. The cowboy had never felt intimidated or scared of a horse before, and that certainly wasn't about to start with Mooncake here. "Wait, what am I doin'?" Jax seemed to ask himself, laughing before he turned around completely to look back at Amelia. "Here." He brandished the clip on lead at her. "I'll lead the two of you to the stable where he'll be stayin'."
The purpose was to see the relationship between rider and horse, but also to give Amelia some normalcy in this place. It was the least he could do.
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Post by Kurai on Mar 24, 2020 11:10:02 GMT -5
"Something like that." She responded. Although it wasn't her idea of a good life, working made him happy, or at least the money he earned made him happy. She watched him open the gate and move towards the horse, before turning back to offer her the rope. Wordlessly she stepped in to the corral taking the rope and a deep breath simultaneously. "Mooncake." She said softly, holding the rope down at her side. Her voice was no louder than it had been but it was enough for the horse to turn to look at her, an ear flicking in her direction. She made a soft clucking noise with her tongue and the stallion lowered his head and began to move towards her. "Hey boy." her voice was barely more than a whisper as the horse pressed his muzzle in to her outstretched palm, clipping the lead on with her other hand. The sound of the clip snapping shut was enough to break the moment and the horse's head shot up and he rose in to a rear, forelegs striking the air. The motion ripped the rope from her hand. She let out a small yelp and subconsciously grasped at her bandaged wrist, backing away from the flailing hooves. Her eyes were damp, fighting the urge to cry although she wasn't sure it it was from pain or frustration or perhaps something else entirely.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 25, 2020 10:39:12 GMT -5
"Mm." Jax made the sound in the back of his throat. It was clear to see that there wasn't just a disconnect between trainer and jockey, but between father and daughter too.
As she took the lead, Jax stepped back and allowed the two of them to work. He flicked his gaze between Amelia and Mooncake, quietly relieved to see that Mooncake seemed eager and happy to have his human by his side once again. Obviously, Reg was an outside force that made both of them uneasy, and with the older man gone, they could relax. It wasn't until the lead was snapped on did things change horribly. Jax grabbed Amelia by the shoulders and pulled her from striking distance, letting Mooncake canter around the corral. "What..." He half whispered.
With the lead on the horse, Jax gently led Amelia back towards the gate, keeping himself between her and Mooncake. "Are you okay? Does that happen each time a lead's attached?"
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Post by Kurai on Mar 25, 2020 12:34:41 GMT -5
She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, realising she was shaking as the rush of adrenaline coursed through her blood. She watched the horse prance about, once more taking to running the fence line and letting out an occasional loud bellow. "I'm fine." She said, her voice barely more than a whisper as she tried to conceal the shakiness she was feeling. "Not just the lead, it's any sound, any sudden movement and sometimes just because he can." She walked with him towards the gate, stuffing her hands back in to her pockets.
It was hard not to get frustrated, although she knew that wouldn't help their situation at all, but it was still difficult to try and stay positive. The horse had stopped for a moment to look in the direction of the two humans walking towards the gate, before rearing up and plunging forward again. She could tell Jax had patience, by now every horse trainer reg had brought in to look at him had run a mile, she got the feeling that this man liked a bit of a challenge. Reg had been prattling on the entire drive down about how this guy was some horse whispering cowboy. She'd tuned most of it out but he certainly fit the aesthetic.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 26, 2020 15:52:23 GMT -5
(sorry for the late reply! yesterday was kind of a bad day for me.)
It was plain to see that this wasn't going to be easy.
Jax bit the inside of his lip gently, exhaling softly before letting her go as she headed back towards the gate. It was then, that he noticed with age-old instincts - even if they were a second or two delayed - that he was being charged at. So, Jax turned and stood his ground, and didn't flinch even when Mooncake pounded to a halt and reared back with a shriek. The cowboy let the horse once again come back to the ground and take off. "He'll burn himself out." Whether he was telling that to Amelia or consoling himself, he didn't know. What he did know, is that he needed a cigarette. "Let's give him five minutes, then you'll take his lead once again and lead 'im towards the barn. I have groomin' supplies you can use to calm him down too, if he's... willin' to be tied off."
His hand patted his pockets once again, even though he knew they were in the kitchen. Jax walked backwards until his foot hit the gate, and he slid out, closing it firmly behind him. "Are you sure you're okay?" He finally tore his attention from the horse and back to his rider, giving Amelia the once over. "Do you want to take ten minutes? Get settled, maybe have some coffee or water?" He looked to her wrist, trying to figure out when it would be best to ask about it.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 26, 2020 16:16:27 GMT -5
(im doing better now, thankfully! and yes, it was finished but i used quick reply so maybe the quick reply ate the last handful of words :c haha its happened before.)
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Mar 26, 2020 16:27:40 GMT -5
(I'm glad you are doing better, hate days like that ) She spun back around at the sound of pounding hooves, in time to see the horse charge directly at Jax, impressively the man held firm, not even flinching as he reared. She let out a breath, not realising she had been holding it in. He walked backwards and she instinctively opened the gate to let him out, watching the horse to ensure he didn't attempt escape. Listening to his plan she nodded, despite what had just happened she was willing to try again and again if needed. "I'm fine" She responded, not wanting to appear weak, one of the few traits she actually shared with her father. "I wouldn't say no to a coffee though." She admitted a little sheepishly. With the fence safely separating them from the rampaging horse she looked about her. Having lived in manicured suburbs for her entire life this was totally different. It was so peaceful, no distant sirens or constant hum of cars, nor the drone of jet engines overhead. The air was fresher too, without the odour of exhaust fumes. "It's nice out here." She mused out loud, surprising herself with the admission.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 26, 2020 17:40:06 GMT -5
(thanks, i appreciate that <3)
Jax nodded, before he looked to his house a click up the road. "I got a pot brewed, and I'm sure I can scrounge a mug up for you." He gave her a warm smile, hoping to ease her tensions. He gave Mooncake one more look over, resisted the urge to click his tongue to see how the beast would react, and instead headed towards the house. He smiled a little more genuinely with her comment, lifting his chin in pride. "Yeah, my family owned this land for over a hundred years. We've got a couple'a cease and desist orders, no flyin' permits... that road there?" He turned to point directly behind him where she had come up. "That's a private road. We'd install a gate, but we don't gotta fence that runs the full length, so we just have signs."
He stuffed one hand in his pocket. "Perks of ownin' land for generations on top of generations. The mayor doesn't wanna disrespect old blood and we don't want no problems."
As they got closer to the house Jax slowed his pace. "Your dad said you'd be stayin'." He cleared his throat, his southern hospitality returning to the frontlines. "You got some bags or anythin' in the trailer I should be bringin' in?" He asked her kindly, before he made it up the short stack of stairs onto the house's porch. He held his screen door open for her, the front door having been left wide open.
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Kurai
I can't answer why... I'm a blackstar...★
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Post by Kurai on Mar 26, 2020 18:00:03 GMT -5
She listened to him explaining, smiling softly. It was clear he was proud of it, and the name his family had made for themselves in the area. It must be nice to have a place where all of your family memories were in one place, where your parents had grown and your grandparents. Where you knew the history of everything. Amelia knew very little of her family history. Her mother had been English and had run away to America after meeting Reg. He always told it as a love story, but seeing as her mother had died when she was still very young she'd never got to know her side of the story.
He asked about her staying, another thing Reg had expected without any real form of discussion. "I mean the lorry has got living quarters, I don't want to impose." Although the 'living area' was not designed for long stays, more for overnights at shows, it was pretty roomy for a lorry but still not entirely comfortable. She stepped carefully up the stairs, using her good hand to support her, the movement not dissimilar to how an elderly person may tackle the small obstacle. She smiled thankfully as she stepped through the door, in to his home.
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Post by Mohr【☁】 on Mar 26, 2020 21:24:00 GMT -5
Where Amelia thought it was nice, Jax had only ever known family. Family before all, even before business, which sometimes made for a strange family dinner when Pops was busy all day tending to horses and Ma spent all her day cleaning, cooking and watching the kids. Jax had been taught from a young age that even when he thought he had nobody, he'd always have family. He missed his folks; sometimes he found himself wishing he hadn't gone so far from home to work the races. Other times, when he found the odd photo of his elderly father with his prized horses, he remembered how lucky he actually was.
"Look at this place. Impose? Not a'tall." Jackson told her firmly, having caught the way she had moved. Gingerly, not without pain. "Whatever bags you got in the lorry," the word was strange on his tongue, he had only ever called them trailers before. "I'll fetch and bring in after we get some coffee. Maybe you can tell me more about Mooncake. All I know is that he's a fine lookin' horse with a gentle rider." He brought her into the kitchen, pulling out a chair for her. "Have a seat, Amelia. I'll bring all the fixin's to you."
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