hello, hello - open

[markus brandt]

Hello Hello
I bring you pictures from the man you used to know
Give in let go
To the words that made you feel you weren't alone
Now it's funny how we find out
Time can solve the mystery but love is only temporary

Sirens blared and alarms were raising havoc in his head. A headache loomed over the top of his head and his eyelids did very little to block out the glare of the morning sun. I was not made for mornings. Markus had long since made this discovery and any time before 10AM was hell for him. He was convinced that no one in their right minds would be anywhere near sane at this time, and those that were up before 7AM should be admitted for mental instability. This was not sa...

"Ah jesus, go easy on me Will."

Markus complained, his voice mirroring the grogginess in his eyes. Beneath him the Hanoverian grabbed at the reins, chewing what he could get into his mouth and tugging so forcefully that Markus had been jerked forwards. Markus had given his horse a long rein to let him stretch his neck out. On the longer sides of the arena he would nudge Will forwards, encouraging him to lengthen his stride. On the occassion Will would launch himself forwards into a sloppy, quick-gaited trot. His horse was excited and enjoyed his morning rides the most.

With a heavy sigh Markus took the reins up in one hand, using his free hand to rub the grogginess away from his eyes. The chill in the air went straight through his jacket and bit fiercely at his skin. Another reminder that winter was here and if it had been later in the day, Markus wouldn't have minded it at all. For now he had to suck it up. If he wanted to keep his place at Bridlewood Boarding Stables he would have to step up his game, which was of course why he was here. He still had much to learn and needed to polish his skills as a competing show jumper. Will himself had arrived on Markus' front step with little jumping training and they had had to start off from scratch. That had been nearly a year ago and the pair struggled with the bigger jumps. Markus wanted his stallion to reach his full potential but coming to a new place was difficult for him. It meant new people. New conversations. And new reasons to keep those people at arms length.



Hello Hello
The smile on your face is just
For show
Inside you screaming let me go

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lyrics: 'hello hello' by sr-71

[teresa amber patterson]

bright sapphire hued orbs glanced around the place. everything was exactly how she remembered it just yesterday. the morning air nipped at her bar skin, the black, thin jacket that only looked much like a windbreaker was big around the fragile femme as she entered the barn. the white logo of BWS over her right breast as she effortlessly shoved her freezing digits into her pockets. heavy side bangs were thrown into a few bobby pins, giving her hair so height, giving herself some more height since she was already vertically challenged. out of instinct, the female walked to the stall that had a golden name plate written zamiro imprinted into the fragile looking piece of plaque. her rock hard waist leaned over the stall door as she extended a hand out to the brute that stood there, taking pressure off his front left pillar, continuing to eat. { you're getting fat. } her lyrics danced toward the brute.

of course, he didn't take it personally and the large ebony brute only snorted and took a limp that proved his pain. frowning lightly the female stroked the brutes forehead and adjusted the leather halter that sat upon his face, the golden plaque that was on the stall had a twin that was on his cheek pieces. she gave the massive stallion a quick kiss before she pushed herself effortlessly off the stall door and watched the brute limp back to his hay net. she shook her head, taking a mental note that after she worked with nitro she had to take zamiro out for a little walk to stretch his knee tendons. couching lightly, the cold was fading as the barn was a comfortable temperate for the horses, but the large doors were still open.

gazing down the isle way, resa stopped at the vibrant friesian , warmblood stallion. lung exhaled in a fail attempt of wanting to let out a small whimper. the large stallion was so uncooperative and strong, she always got off him feeling like her arms, and her whole body was just a noodle. she was still a bit out of breath from her run that she had just completed and her lungs continued to thrive for air, though it only lasted three minutes or so. bright orbs glanced of the large stallion who had his heavy dome over the stall door, waiting anxiously for the female to appear and start their work out. being awake since 6:30 she felt like she was running late. { hey homer. } lyrics danced toward the bay, who returned her statement with a friendly wicker. digits grabbed the lead line that had the chain and hooked it on the opposite side of his halter, then ran it under his chin, the slid his door open.

sure enough, the large friesian cross pranced out of the stall, her upper arm muscle braced itself as the brute snorted and tipped his nose away and forward. { just cooperate.. } lyrics whispered to the large stud. he took little consideration of her offer, and pranced beside her. resa handed the bronc to a groom who accepted her request to grooming and tacking the schooling horse. the fea quickly waked to the tack department and bent over the wickered chest of zamiro's and pulled out a needle, then locked the trunk, and walked into the feed storage, in the large fridge in the feed storage sat a little vile of medication. quickly she took the vile and filled the needle to where it was needed, then replaced the vile and paced herself back to zamiro's stall. once at his stall, the female walked inside, the needle in one hand, and the other hand running over his neck. luckily the brute was still calm and not as high strung as he normally was because he seemed to be taking all the needles like a little champ.

after about five minutes of mushing the brute up, she walked out of his stall, locked him in, then walked back to the groom who had possession of her aunties equine. nitrous stood there, his ebony kissers fascinated by the metal bit that was in his mouth, the brute prancing the odd moment, but standing relevantly decently. { Thankyou. } she said lightly, offering a fake smile toward the groom. resa took the braided leather reins guided the large equine out of the barn, then put the reins over his neck and asked him to stand as she mounted. light beige breeches were over her tones pillars, and tall ebony boots was against the equines barrel. long chocolate painted locks fell over shoulder, and laid down her back, hiding the ivory logo that was above her left breast.

she kept a look rein as she started walking to the indoor riding arena, her breathing was quick as the cool air nipped at her face, her pale digits kept decently warm from her riding gloves, but the rest of her body started to shiver out of the chilled weather. the fragile looking femme buried into her coat lightly, large sapphire orbs continued to look a head of her, her frame tense from the cold, as it was at one time warm from her run, though that warmth had died. on the trek from the barn to the indoor arena, the female had realized that her aunt's car was parked outside of the arena. rolling her eyes lightly she asked the bronc under her to pick up the pace, easily the brute sprang into a trot, she gathered her reins and asked for a little bit of control, getting what she asked.

{ it's sunday. } lyrics snapped toward her aunt who gave her the death glare that she was becoming immune too. { i get the day off. } her voice hissed toward sherri bridlewood. though the respond she got wasn't whats he expected. "get in there and warm him up, i'll tell you when you do and don't have lessons. got it missy. & smarten up." she only threw her aunt a glare before sherri had opened the indoor arena door "hello?" her voice made a delicate echoing sound, along with a equines hoof prints on the sand floor of the arena. resa's eyes landed on a male on a large ebony warmblood and her heart rose into her mouth, suddenly think of zamiro, and the only emotion she could feel was anger, like it was the only emotion that wasn't numb over her body. mascara covered lashes touched as she blinked lightly, giving her aunt another quick glare as she opened the arena gate. "ignore us." she spoke out toward the male on the warmblood. with no hesitation sherri locked her eyes on resa as she pushed the horse into a trot.

"collect him!" resa sighed in disbelief as she started collecting the brute, who collected as if it was nothing. digits moved invisibly as the female worked on circles in each corner of the arena, avoiding as much as possible, trying her best to avoid interfering with them. "c'mon resa, you guys look tired, a few more circles then just try to add energy to him" after two more circles, she took her aunts suggestion and kissed the friesian, warmblood stallion into a canter. muscles began to ache in no time as she kept her arms steady, as well as her hands, her stomach keeping her balanced and placed in the ebony dressage saddle, her pillars working independently on the brute. once he proved that he was awake, resa brought him back down into a canter, her arms struggling to continue to remain still as they moved in the motion of his body, "slower." her aunts voice cracked into her head, taking in a deep breath, resa sat deeper into the saddle and the brute began to slow in his trotting pace, then her outside leg was added. nitro's hind legs crossed as they moved a few strides parallel off the wall of the arena. "good." sherri rewarded them lightly, before her eyes fell upon the male on the warmblood, the signalling for resa to come into the middle.

"markus." her voice slipped out of her as she awaited a reply. "You're new here aren't you?" Her voice seemed a bit less tence than normal, though there was still that uptight feeling about her. resa stood beside her, her reins laying over the brutes withers lightly, while her pale digits tangled with her hair, throwing it up into a messy bun, bright sapphire orbs glancing at the male, then to his horse. ebony gloved digits got contact on the brutes muzzle again as she asked for collection at the standstill.

occ; wow, i have muse, don't be surprised, this probably wont last long ^^; & there is 1456 words ,& yeah.

[dana o'malley]

She sat up, yawning. She glanced out her window, then to her clock. 7AM. She got up, stretching, and entering the bathroom, she turned on the shower, got undressed, and stepped in. She rinsed her body, and washed her hair, reaching out to turn the knob to end her shower once she was done. She stepped out, drying off and pulling on a fuzzy green robe. She browsed through her closet, full of expensive clothing, choosing a simple gray tee, with a very very faint picture on it. It went along with the pair of fawn breeches she put on, and did her long, wavy, red hair up in a fancy bun. She pulled black tall boots up over her breeches and zipped them up. She pulled on a blue sweater, and a black and purple jacket, as well as a hat, and gloves, and set out the apartment. It was close enough to walk to the stables, she had plenty of energy. But about a minute after she walked outside, her raynauds kicked in, so she couldn't feel her hands or feet, but she didn't really care, having learned to deal with it. She finally came upon the stables, entering. It felt nice to be in the warmth out of the snow. She sighed. Her stallion, Adder, had finally been shipped from Ireland two months ago, up until then she had ridden mostly School horses. She undid the latch and grabbed the black faux leather halter off the hook on the stall door, which she slid open, haltering the Stallion and clipping the lead on. She hooked him to some cross ties, and began grooming him. Once his dapple grey coat gleamed, he was tacked up, and led outside. She used a mounting block to get up onto his back, and head off to the track of the indoor arena. She hardly noticed or payed attention other then giving them their space, to the others. Soon she picked up a trot, closing and opening her ring finger to keep him on the bit in contact,as well as sitting deep in the saddle, for a pretty, unmoved seeming, sitting trot. Adder framed up and collected himself on Que, he had been well trained. Dana came from The outskirts of Derry, Ireland. She lived with her parents and grandparents in a small cottage, on a tiny farm. They bred and trained and showed Irish Sport Horses. Two years ago Dana moved to North America, to Canada, and after sometime as a rider, became and Instructor. She still competes with Adder, in big shows, for Adder was a great horse, and not to boast, but Dana quite an excellent rider, she had a natural talent for it, and was literally born in the company of a horse, her mother had been in the stables alone,except for Adder's grandmother, when Dana had been born. Dana put her leg back and tapped her heels, and Adder picked up a working canter, Dana's behind sweeping the saddle rhythmically as they went. She worked him into a serpentine, working on flying lead changes, his weakest spot, even that, with much work, she had been working him towards, but he definitely had room for improvement, and not only with that movement, although his jumping was down quite well, he had a tendency to rush water jumps, and he had a few spaces in dressage that though good, could improve.

[markus brandt]

Volonte repeatedly threw his head up and his ears twitched from side to side. He could tell that his horse was growing more impatient and was throwing his weight into the reins. He was a strong horse who was sometimes over-eager to do his work and Markus knew that without a proper warm up Will would be next to useless tomorrow. He gathered up his reins and moved Will forwards into a trot. The stallion seemed to calm immediately. His rider had finally gotten the hint and despite himself, a smirk curled up onto Markus' lips.

"That's better."

One of Will's ears was twisted back to listen to Markus whenever he spoke and the other swivelled, listening in on the wind howling and blowing up against the large glass window. Markus gripped his hands on the reins like a pulse, communicating with his horse to round his neck. He kept the energetic pace with a nudge of his outside leg and guided his horse onto a circle at the far end of the arena. Hanoverians originated from Germany and their ancestry included Thoroughbreds and Warmblood. They are well known for their athleticism and grace. It was easy to see in Markus' stallion whom had been bought for him by his parents. The Brandt's had come from Germany with Markus when he was at the tender age of eight. There was still a hint of a german accent in his voice but it was well mixed with Canadian. It had not been planned that they had bought horses of German origin but only one had a German name, and that was Arabella Dancer. Volonte had been owned by a farm that specifically bred good, pure Hanoverian lines. His sire had been a hunter and his dam a carriage horse. Now Volonte was with Markus and both had their work cut out for them. They were working their way from the bottom up with jumping.

Markus twisted his head around to look across at Sherri who opened the broad doors of the indoor arena.

"Morning."

He called across to the pair, one of which was mounted. He nodded in recognition of Sherri's words and then concentrated back on his own horse. He would have to manipulate his work out with his horse in accordance with the other rider, but there was enough space to allow the two to work without coinciding. Markus settled down into his sitting position instead of rising in the trot, sitting on his inside bone to spiral Will onto a smaller circle. After about four circles they spiralled out onto the track and trotted along the perimeter of the arena. One the longer sides Markus again asked his horse to extend his trot whilst keeping his neck rounded. He returned to his circle at the bottom of the arena, taking up his sitting position again and urged Volonte on into a canter. The stallion moved quite smoothly until the time when another mounted rider entered the arena. Volonte squealed and threw his head up, his back legs sliding underneath him as he resisted Markus. Markus sat deeper in the saddle, squeezing with his knees to slow and calm his stallion. The black Hanoverian snorted and feeling the tension growing in his horse's back beneath him Markus moved his horse onto a little circle before he bolted. After doing three circles on the spot Will calmed down enough to stand still. His ears were perked forwards and he trotted on the spot on the tip of his hooves excitedly.

"Nice one."

Markus eyed his horse skeptically but moved him on into a trot onto their circle again. Will continued to snort and make a fuss, his ears flipping backwards whenever they had to make space for the other two horses. Otherwise they all seemed to work well in the large space given to them. Markus sat deep in his saddle and pushed Volonte into a canter. The transition was smooth and Will seemed to have calmed down, apart from the occasional snort and twitch in his shoulder. He pushed his horse forward in the canter, asking for a lengthen again and could feel that his horse had warmed up. The work between man and horse had kept the cold at bay and Markus could feel warmth in his core. He brought Will down to a trot again before asking him to come down to a walk. Markus used this time to adjust his gloves and check the girth again before they attempted any jumps. He would also have to go up on his stirrups. Markus' head shot up towards Sherri when he heard her voice. She was standing alongside a girl on a horse that he recognized from passing in the stables.

"Yes ma'am. About two weeks now."

Markus brought Volonte closer to the pair but kept his distance, not wanting any tension between the two male horses. Markus was momentarily distracted by the other rider, whom was working on her flying changes. She was the irish rider, wasn't she? His interest seemed feeble and he knew next to nothing about the other riders. Despite this he exuded confidence and an eagerness to learn. He had not yet been distracted by the other riders in his attempt to better himself and his horse's skills.

Markus' eyes were dark and absorbed none of the light coming in through the glass windows. They were black holes against the white of his eyes and were further enhanced by his black hair. He did not have an open, friendly face, and in fact discouraged conversation. However the one person in this place he paid attention to was Sherri and any advice she had, he soaked up and appreciated. He had no problem with authority and in the past had struggled with critisizm but was improving.

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ooc: aha! psht. you two made my first post look bad. xDD moi revenge. ;o
lyrics: 'hello hello' by sr-71

[teresa amber patterson]

the femme's orbs watched as the male on the warmblood continued to prance and dance around as if they knew it all. much of his positions looked correct, though his hands seemed to have been moving around a little mit more than average, though she remained quiet and her opticals continued to fallow. taking note that the male's equine had broke off into a motion where the equine started to prance on spot, the tips of his hooves lifting his weight, then falling onto the flat parts of the hoof. a fairly easy command to ask a horse, though a difficult one to teach.

her orbs flashed to the large doors that opened, a female, with flaming orange hair, with a tint of red came through the door with a large dapple sport horse fallowing. a new instuctor, resas viberantly hued sapphire orbs locked on the female, her gloved digits continuing to ask nitro, the large friesian cross, under her for his head. brow rose toward the dressage and cross country instructor, a glare to her eyes as she watched as the dapple grey under her cooperated until they got to the flying lead changes. the brute's efforts were high, but he still seemed quite baffled.

sherri signalled for resa to leave the center, and when the other two were on the same side, she went to the other side, the large bronc under her towing constantly on the bit, she loosened her reins just a bit, though his energy just seemed to continue to bottle up. { easy. } lyrics fell off her mouth as the equine picked up the correct lead, his teardroped shaped nares flaring as he took in the clean oxygen. "Now." sherri's voice snapped towards resa and resa took everything she could form just snapping towards her. gloved digits asked the brute for a little bend then asked for a leadchange. within moments of the one complete stride, she asked for another, then another, then another.

one of the newer things that resa learnt in the past week was to ask for the multiple of leadchanges. her body moved carefully with the equines, and she felt a rush of success fill her as she wasn't getting yelled at. "good." sherri simply spoke. then the sound of the door closed. was that it. she simply just wanted to pick on her? obviously. resa sighed lightly as she brought the bay friesian, warmblood down to a walk, allowing his brawn neck to relax. his pace was far from relaxed, but he didn't break the gate, thankfully.

viberantly hued blue optics focused on the path that she was directing in her mind three strides a head of the warmblood, calf muscles working indepentantly while asking for simple aids, like bending into a circle. as the two came around to the long stretch of the arena, the female moved the brute closer to the inside as the warmblood cross stallion was about to pass the new instructor. her inside rein tightened as she new how nitro could get around other stallions. her outside lef closest to the pair that was coming up resting on the brutes barrel, asking him over a little bit more, but was that three seconds. the large equines dome yanked her arm around and velvet lips revealed the ivory teeth of an agressive pony. his audits laid against in his head and his front leg closest to the brute striked out.

gloved digits pulled the brutes head slightly toward the center and the warmblood friesian went back to normal, audits flciked up his head rapidly moving in a up and down position. { I'm so sorry. } Lyrics escaped from her mouth as she looked to the female and her dapple brutus who hopefully didn't take it too offensively from this wack job's attack.


occ; fail >.< sorry for the wait guys D: but please - continue to be active =/ i've been struggling a bit because I have a sick horse on my hands & i'm not sure if he's gunna make it D: but i did our post <3. this post came to 635 words.