Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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This was something new for Jessie and her chestnut gelding. She'd done a couple of practices at home but she didn't wholly know what she was doing other than she had the pattern down and she tried to go hell to leather. Wildfire was a fast little bugger and he loved putting his foot to the floor, but sometimes steering could be questionable and he liked to believe he knew better.
Which was exactly the issue as Jessie wound him up at the start of the race and then let him go like a bomb - he shot off and at first she whooped, and then as she tried to steady him for the turn, she cringed. There were no break. The chestnut shot around the barrel with a prey and a hope from his rider on board.. but the barrel tipped. They were off for the second with barely a touch from Jessie and it was another messy spin - the barrel tipped. She hoped it wasn't about to be three for three. She managed to steady the gelding this time and get in tight around the final barrel, making sure they were clear round before Jessie let him have his head again. She whooped at the chestnut and let him fly down the centre line for home, struggling to pull him up as they crossed the timer.
Jessie hadn't done much cross country in her life. Back when she'd grown up on the farm, she'd hopped onto her ponies back and gone galloping about the fields, popping over fences and hedges. They'd never been big, she was brave but not completely stupid, and she'd only had a little pony, but it had given her the freedom and adrenaline rush she needed as a kid. She'd gotten hung up on showjumping since being in Hickstead, which was generally Wildfire's forte, however she missed the open fields and rustic fences, so she'd entered and decided to give it a go.
She let out a slightly nervous breath as they were counted down in the start box, just about holding the feisty chestnut under control, and then they were away. Wildfire sprung out from the start when she released the contact - too fast. Jessie blinked and brought him back for the first with a quick 'whoa'. The horse gave the fence a look, eyes bugging a little, but he went over and they continued on to the next. She hadn't had much time to practice cross country with the chestnut gelding, but he loved to jump and was fast, so she'd hoped he remembered what to do and enjoyed it. They certainly did as they haired around the course, but as they approached the picnic table, Wildfire's head shot up. He snorted, the table cloth giving a little flap that sent the gelding skittering off to the side. Jessie sat deep and brought him back, keeping him steady and re-approaching. The second time, he was honest and jumped fine, but he felt a little unsettled as he headed onto the next.They jumped the next couple a little awkwardly, but clear, until they reached the water. The chestnut wasn't a huge fan of puddles, and he skidded to another halt as he caught the shimmer of reflection. Jessie kicked him on, encouraging with her voice until he stepped in - and then it was fine.
They picked up a good canter for the remainder of the course and he had no more issues, though he gave a couple a good look as they approached. When they crossed the line, she gave the horse a hearty pat. Despite the two refusals, he'd still given it an honest go and she was proud. It had been fun, just time for more practice. She let the horse on a long rein and then jumped off, releasing the girth as they walked back to the trailer park to hose off.
“She likes the idea, but if I take too long – she’ll throw a fit. I guess I keep her too long from her hay, or that sweet, sweet dust pile.” Jessie chuckled at that, relenting to her gelding's request and offering the horse a couple of nuggets she dug out from the far corners of her pocket. He had a good nose for those kinds of things, she had to give it to him. "Okay that I can sort of be on her side for... can't keep away from the food too long or she might waste away." Jessie joked, though the horse looked in great shape. She was, herself, a foodie, and had no idea how she hadn't packed on pounds over the years - lucky, part of it and the fact she'd always been so active.
“So, how long have you been riding at Blue Acres?” Jessie paused, her head tilting as she counted backward. "Uhh, a couple of years now, I think? I was at Seven Oaks a long time ago, but I moved here." She smiled kindly, there was no bad blood, it had just worked for her better at BA than the previous yard. "What about you?" She asked, "Are you local too?" Because she knew how much even five minutes could make to a journey when you were doing it a couple of times a day.
“Well, I think all equestrians could say that.” Jessie laughed her agreement, "Very true," She agreed, knowing that a lot of horses did seem to prance and preen a little more when people were watching. She knew there were just as many that were hard to get the horses ears to point forward for one picture, but then again it still means they knew when there was a lens being pointed at them. She didn't mind Wildfire showing off, it made him look extra fancy in the ring, even if it did pull his focus and attention occasionally.
“Ah, this is Pippi. She’s only behaved now. I can’t guarantee this good behavior will be leaving with her after her bath.” Jessie smiled again as she finished brushing down her chestnut beast, his coat beginning to gleam with her ministrations and she was pleased the hard work paid off. "So, she's not one to enjoy having her hair washed?" She joked, "I thought women loved that kind of pampering?" Though she was terrible at remembering to get her own hair cut, only booking a last minute appointment when her hair was full of split ends and at an annoyingly long stage.
“Another mud lover?” Jessie gave the other woman a smile and a light hearted roll of her eyes. "You called it, right up until you're asking him to get his toes dirty going through a puddle," She chuckled. She loved the gelding but he didn't half follow that frustrating cliché of ginger's being hot tempered and stubborn. The horse would happily splash about in the mud of his own accord but a saddle and person on his back and suddenly he was all about not dipping his toes in the water. He wasn't all too thrilled about the bathing either, but the weather had warmed somewhat and it was appropriate enough to shower off the mud and filth the animal had accumulated in his gleeful run about.
“You’ve got quite the good-looking horse over there. What is their name?” Jessie glanced up from where she was scrubbing a particularly stubborn mud stain, to the other woman. "Thank you, he certainly knows it too...and plays it to his advantage! This is Wildfire." She announced, with a well timed snort and a toss of his head from the aforementioned gelding, sending a spray of dirty water across his owner's face. Shaking her head at the tantrum like antics, Jessie wiped her face roughly with the sleeve of her top. "And who is this much better behaved lovely?" she enquired, indicating to the horse the other lady was grooming - who had a much less annoyed expression than her own beast.
"This is not funny, Fire." She warned, giving the chestnut a firm look as the horse snorted and tossed his head, then danced away from her again. Jessie stopped moving and put her hands on her hips, brow furrowing as she waited for Wildfire to quit prancing about. He took another five minutes to quit it, and then came to a standstill, watching Jessie with an overly-intelligent eye. People who thought horses were stupid, were dumb themselves. Horses were anything but stupid. And boy did they know it, as Wildfire had a wonderful time forcing Jessie to get her steps in - practically lunging his owner in an effort to stay out for another five minutes. She got it, she loved the idea of five extra minutes in bed, but she still had to accept getting up; just like Fire would have to accept coming in.
With a few more laps and several carrot bribes, he was finally caught. Jessie shook her head at the animal but it was good natured humour as she lead the horse back to the barn in half hearted triumph. She tied the chestnut to the post in the grooming area, much to his dismay, but he needed washing off after haring around the field. He had worked up quite the sweat, and Jessie wanted to hose him off - she guessed riding was out of the question until later. “Sorry, I’ll try to make sure her mud doesn’t splash too bad!” She glanced up as she heard the words, seeing someone join her at the other grooming area. Jessie chuckled and indicated to her horse, covered in white foam and steaming away. "As you can see, splash away, he's already gotten himself into a state."
All the commotion drew her interest and she bit her lip at the scream, wiping her hands hurriedly on her trousers she rushed over to the young kid, worried something had happened. "Is everything okay?" She asked, directing the question to the child and then to the adult with her - she assumed the child's father. As the jumper appeared, her eyes widened slightly, and she glanced up as the potential owner was named and everyone started asking questions.
"Before anyone starts pointing fingers. Just think for a moment. Before this party was allowed to happen, this place was scoured, with a fine tooth comb, Cadaver Dogs and all, and you think that this would have been overlooked? Whoever left this here went to a lot of effort to try and frame someone, but they didn't think it through very well. "I will need a chat with this Tripp Callahan, in case the top is his. Can anyone who can get my card to him come and see me before they leave, please?" She frowned slightly, always one to think the best in people. "It does seem very convenient... he's just there, why can't we ask him?" She knew Tripp vaguely from time spent around the Seven Oak's lot, and she nodded towards the kid in the distance.
"Here, let me help with that," Jessie glanced over her shoulder with a grateful smile as a familiar face came jogging over to give her a hand. "Thanks Quinn," she said as she accepted his strength. Her arm was no longer in a cast but her muscles in that arm were somewhat weaker than the other - and even then she didn't think she'd be able to lift this one on her own merit. "You certainly know how to choose the heaviest chunk of garbage around,"
Jessie grinned and gave a small shrug. "Just making sure to earn my keep," She joked, trying to keep the situation light. This was shit, and the reason they were here was awful, but they were alive, and the horses were all okay and they were the most important things. She wanted to try and cheer people, and she did that by making little jokes and keeping positive, trying to boost morale. "Definitely over estimated my capabilities though, thanks for the muscles, Mister." She grinned as they hefted the piece of wood - mostly on his part though she put everything she had into it - and shifted it to the pile of rubble.
Jessie had been here for hours - she'd been up at the crack of dawn, unable to sit and wait until later to turn up. Stopping by at Starbucks to pick up a decent coffee and a scone for breakfast, she continued on to the barn - or what was left of it. They were lucky there hadn't been any serious injuries, people had mostly gotten out unscathed, thankfully so had the horses. But there was a lot of damage to fix and Jessie was all about getting her hands dirty. The quicker they could get things moving, the sooner a new barn could go up and things would feel better - or close to. She'd sorted her horses as soon as she'd arrived, leaving them out in the fields whilst things were sorted - they could enjoy a couple of weeks off, it would do them some good.
As soon as the others started to turn up and Naomi was out directing people, Jessie delved in to helping dig out some of the potential treasures. Piling them into two types - absolutely trashed and potential to fix. She had good fingers for fixing things but even some of these were outside of her help. She winced as she tried to lift up a heavy chunk of wood and it slipped, almost landing on her foot - whoops. "Someone give me a hand?" She called out, trying again to lift it and failing without help.
GENDER: lady AGE: twenty-four D.O.B: 17th march SEXUALITY: straight STATUS: dating PLAY-BY: susan coffey HEIGHT: 5ft4 HAIR: bright red EYES: olive green
"ALL MY MEMORIES GATHER 'ROUND HER"
TATTOOS: none SCARS: a couple from accidents on the farm DRINK: socially SMOKE: nope DRIVE: yes GLASSES: yes HOME: willow bridge city BORN AND RAISED: devon, england
"MINER'S LADY, STRANGER TO BLUE WATER"
one of the nicest girls you'll ever meet, what you see is what you get, straightforward, doesn't have an ulterior motive, not bitchy or manipulative, straight talking, lacks brain to mouth filter, bursts out with whatever she might be thinking of - even if it's something completely random, pretty intelligent, but not the highest achiever, tries hard, not innocent, knows how to look after herself, stands up for herself, people person, social butterfly, trusting - will give 2nd chances, even if they don't deserve it, got a wild side, country bumpkin, knows how to party, up for a good laugh, extrovert, knows where the limit is
LIKES: her home - the farm , animals - every single one of them , her friends , roller blading and ice skating , snowboarding , snow , upbeat/uplifting music , her brothers , early mornings - before dawn breaks , socialising , working hard and earning it , classic films , movie nights, with popcorn and friends! , medical and criminal TV shows - Dexter being a favourite DISLIKES: loosing wellies in the mud , heavy rain all day , waking up too late , people who bitch , smokers who are inconsiderate , jerks and ignorance , height , prawn cocktail flavour crisps , having to tidy up , getting yelled at , meat (she's a vegetarian) , films which aren't as good as the books STRENGTHS: intelligent , banter , ability to bounce back after bad things , snowboarding, ice skating and roller skating WEAKNESSES: heights, she's scared of heights , guys, she's a sucker for a guy who'll compliment her , can tend to trust the wrong people , easily persuadable FEARS: heights , her family losing the farm SECRETS: she lost her virginity at fifteen to a guy who then broke her heart, so she pretty much regrets not waiting for the right guy. - she's addicted to ice cream!
"DARK AND DUSTY, PAINTED ON THE SKY, MISTY"
STATUS IN SOCIETY: working class OCCUPATION: lab assistant/aspiring criminologist EXPERTISE: agriculture and animals WEALTH: so so PROUDEST MOMENT: her first season helping with the farm animals birthing - they managed to avoid having any orphans that year and she learnt a lot from helping with the births; she was exhausted after as she barely slept the entire season. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: her first driving lesson, she'd been driving on the farm for years and was overly confident, she jumped forward too quickly and knocked the instructors car into a wall. Her brothers were all watching from the kitchen.
"TASTE OF MOONSHINE, TEARDROP IN MY EYE"
FATHER(S): athur michael delaney - 54 - farmer MOTHER(S): kelly leila delaney - 51 - farmer STEP-PARENT(S): none OTHER HALF: dating NICHOLAS RAFFERTY KINGSTON - 23 - paramedic SIBLINGS: edward jonathon delaney - 26 - lawyer simon athur delaney - 24 - farmer adam mathew delaney - 19 - farmer mark allen delaney - 16 - still at school CHILDREN: none
jessie's had a pretty ordinary life so far. she was born one bright sunny morning on the 17th march, twenty-four years ago to two farmers. she was born in devon, and her parents owned a large farm primarily sheep and cows, expanding hundreds of acres. they had a couple of horses too, and three dogs, and at some time a cat - who enjoyed irritating the dogs. jessie was born the third oldest, having two older brothers, then then became the middle child as her parents went on to have two more children; both boys.
jessie didn't mind growing up with four brothers, in fact it was what caused her to become involved in what might be considered guy sports - snowboarding and such. of course there were times when her brothers happened to be a little over protective with her being their only sister, but she didn't mind. over the years, jessie enjoyed growing up on the farm, she was carefree and enjoyed helping her parents, who over the time taught her to ride on one of the ponies they had.
she watched as her oldest brother went off to university to become a lawyer, making the entire family proud; they were all farmers, jessie's parents and parents parents.. and their parents... and they were delighted that their son had done so well for himself. of course, they were happy that their other sons stayed on to learn the family ways...
jessie herself had always wanted to delve into science - and she tried hard in school to get the grades, but whilst she was smart, she wasn't quite able to get what was required to be a technician, and she soon realised that the demands required weren't quite what she wanted, so she signed on to be a lab assistant after finishing college and a couple of years of uni, to get some experience whilst she continued with criminology.
HEY THERE! my name is clips/admin lily and i'm twenty years old. i'm a wiminzand i've been roleplaying for millions of years. but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]:[/b] sacred patriot
barn name: prince
age: sixteen
gender: gelding
colour: paint
markings: white markings, white stockings, white face
height: 17.1hh
breed: irish draft x thoroughbred
sire and dam: patriot of war - sire and independence day - dam
siblings: pride of passion - brother
owned by: jessica delaney
brief history: -- born of two prized horses, dam was a racer and won several times in her career, and a well bred irish sports horse who had often won showing competitions -- the foal was an ugly looking thing and bred by accident, they wanted rid the moment they saw him. -- they left him to pasture for some time, attempting to sell him as a gangly yearling. -- a young woman brought him as to train him as a pleasure horse. -- he was easy to train, kind with smooth paces. he had a lot of scope but he was heavy on his feet, which didn't make him a huge prospect for eventing or showjumping. -- she sold him once he was trained to jessie who's used him mostly as a happy hacker, which is what the horse enjoys mostly.[/font][/ul]
[/font]:[/b] +carrots +pineapple +jessie +long hacks +spending days in the field +muddy patches to roll in
dislikes: +mints +moody mares +being left in the field in the rain +parsnips +flapping bags +trailers
strengths: +honest, not very spooky +kind hearted +gentleman, both on the ground and in the saddle
weaknesses: +treats, he is a sucker for treats, especially pineapple +dressage +heavy footed
fears: +plastic bags +trailers
habits: +nibbling coat pockets for treats +picks up his food bucket and will chuck it over the door
overall personality: --even tempered --kind hearted --honest --affectionate --intelligent --stubborn at times --well mannered --likes to please --good influence [/ul]
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HIGHLY FLAMMABLE
HEY THERE! my name is admin lily/clips and i'm twenty years old. i'm a wiminzand i've been roleplaying for millions of years. but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]:[/b] highly flammable
barn name: wildfire
age: five
gender: gelding
colour: chestnut
markings: white face, white patch on his stomach, two white stockings
height: 16.3hh
breed: thoroughbred
sire and dam: set the world on fire - sir and stolen victory - dam
siblings: none
owned by: jessica delaney
brief history: -- born of two fairly successful racers, he was admired from a young age as being both fast and handsome. -- he showed high potential in training, but his first couple of races he only placed and didn't win. -- they brought on a new trainer with harsher methods, and by force he finally began to win. -- he won six races by his third birthday, but the horse was unhappy. he paced his stable, he began to get aggressive with his workers. he soon became near impossible to work with. -- eventually they put him to a claiming race, where he claimed due to his winning streak by a new yard. naturally, they learnt of his suddenly aggressive and unco-operative nature and he was passed from pillar to post, his name dropping from the newspapers. -- he was finally brought by jessie at a backyard sale of unkept horses, where she rescued him more than anything. -- sh's been working on re-training him for one year now.[/font][/ul]
[/font]:[/b] + being out in the fields + parsnips + salt licks + jumping + being treated with respect
dislikes: + being ridden with a hard hand + whips and spurs + plastic bags + being bored + being stuck in his stable for too long
strengths: + fast + highly intelligent + loyal to the bone
weaknesses: + grumpy and can be un-cooperative at times + dressage, is a bit rushy with paces at the moment + sugar cubes - lovs them
fears: + being rough handled again + the sea
habits: + box walks when bored + licks the stable bars
overall personality: -- flighty -- curious -- highly intelligent -- easily bored -- can flip back and forth between moods -- sweet natured deep down -- spooky -- bit of a coward sometimes -- cheeky[/ul]
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TOP GUN
HEY THERE! my name is yourname and i'm number years old. i'm a wiminz/dood and i've been roleplaying for number years. but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]: [/b]top gun
barn name: maverick
age: fourteen
gender: gelding
colour: black
markings: none
height: 15.3hh
breed: thoroughbred
sire and dam: sire - midnight beast, dam - stark contrast
siblings: none
owned by: jessica delaney
brief history: born to two fairely well known racers, maverick had some prospects ahead of him. he was a good looking colt right from the off, and his owners were pleased with him. he showed promise as he grew, with surprising agility for his height, and plenty of speed. he tried his heart out both in training and on the track, and despite his dark colour and the mean nature of his sire, he was a real gentleman. he had several starts in his career, and won 8 of them, proving himself to be worth his keep.
in the end he was retired early due to injury, which everyone agreed was a shame - but he'd done well enough to earn the break and he was left to the field to recover. After a few good months, he was sold to an eventer who thought his long legs might make a jumper of him. she brought him and over time re-trained him. his kind nature made it easy to love him and re-train him, and it wasn't long before she was taking him to low level shows and getting him out there.
on the look out for a horse, jessie happened to see him and like everyone else, fall in love. his owner hadn't planned on selling him so soon, but jessie was taken with the horse and the horse seemed to like her too - so it was set, and the horse was sold. jessie's had him ever since.[/font][/ul]
alright so another night and simple game, keep it in character guys xD would you rather! basically one person gives the other a this or that kind of thing, and you have to pick which : P try not to let it get too dirty peoples, i know 'would you rather' can swing toward adult themes sometimes but let's try keep it clean lovies <3
so example,
eat brussel sprouts for the rest of your life OR be allergic to chocolate "i would rather be allergic to chocolate - still some damn better things out there than sprouts!"
so then... let's start this!
---- be surgically attached to edward cullen OR go bald
HEY THERE! my name is clips/admin lily and i'm seventeen years old. i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for several years. but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/color]:[/b] - jessica autumn delaney
nicknames: - jessie, jez, jezzie, JD, carrot-top, ginge .. all those red hair nicknames
age: - twenty one, 17th march
religion: - atheist
sexuality: - straight
marital status: - single
occupation: - teaching assistant at the university
playby: remember to post in the face claim once they've been accepted
hometown: - devon, england
parents: - mother = kelly leila delaney, 51, farmer - father = athur michael delaney, 54, farmer
siblings: - brother = edward jonathon delaney, 26, lawyer - brother = simon athur delaney, 24, farmer - brother = adam mathew delaney, 19, farmer - brother = mark allen delaney, 16, still at school
brief history: jessie's had a pretty ordinary life so far. she was born one bright sunny morning on the 17th march, twenty-one years ago to two farmers. she was born in devon, and her parents owned a large farm primarily sheep and cows, expanding hundreds of acres. they had a couple of horses too, and three dogs, and at some time a cat - who enjoyed irritating the dogs. jessie was born the third oldest, having two older brothers, then then became the middle child as her parents went on to have two more children; both boys.
jessie didn't mind growing up with four brothers, in fact it was what caused her to become involved in what might be considered guy sports - snowboarding and such. of course there were times when her brothers happened to be a little over protective with her being their only sister, but she didn't mind. over the years, jessie enjoyed growing up on the farm, she was carefree and enjoyed helping her parents, who over the time taught her to ride on one of the ponies they had.
she watched as her oldest brother went off to university to become a lawyer, making the entire family proud; they were all farmers, jessie's parents and parents parents.. and their parents... and they were delighted that their son had done so well for himself. of course, they were happy that their other sons stayed on to learn the family ways...
jessie herself had always wanted to be a teacher - and she tried hard in school to get the grades, but whilst she was smart, she wasn't quite able to get what was required to be a teacher, and she soon realised standing up in front of large groups of people made her nervous, so she signed on to be a teaching assistant after finishing college and a couple of years of uni, to get some experience in the hope that she'd be able to go on into teaching later in her years...
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[/color]:[/b] - her home - her friends - roller blading - ice skating - snowboarding - snow - good music - her brothers - early mornings - socialising - coffee - working hard - classic films - movie nights, with popcorn and friends! - sci-fi/supernatural TV shows
dislikes: - mud - heavy rain - waking up too late - people who bitch - people who smoke - people who take drugs/abuse others - jerks - ignorant people - heights - prawn cocktail flavour crisps - having to tidy up - getting yelled at - meat (she's a vegetarian) - films which aren't as good as the books
weaknesses: - heights, she's scared of heights - guys, she's a sucker for a guy who'll compliment her - can tend to trust the wrong people - easily persuadable
secrets: - she lost her virginity at fifteen to a guy who then broke her heart, so she pretty much regrets not waiting for the right guy. - she's addicted to ice cream! (who isn't? xD)
fears: - heights! she's terrified of heights.. try getting her on a roller coaster!
habits: - chews her lip when she's nervous or unsure of something. - humming when she's happy
overall personality: - jessie's probably one of the nicest girls you'll ever meet, with her it's very much what you see is what you get; she doesn't have an ulterior motive. she's not bitchy or manipulative, she's pretty much straight up with people. she does have the lack of brain to mouth filter, and so she'll often burst out with whatever she might be thinking of - even if it's something completely random. sometimes that tends to result in hilarious moments, but sometimes it tends to be a little awkward.
- she's pretty intelligent, but she's not the highest achiever - not like her oldest brother, but she's always tried her hardest and it's gotten her places. don't mistake her for being innocent though, she knows how to look after herself and she can stand up for herself if she's backed into a corner. but mostly, jessie enjoys helping people, and she's pretty trusting - she's someone willing to give others a second chance, even if they maybe don't deserve it.
- she's got a bit of a wild side.... jessica delaney may be a country girl but she knows how to party! : D she's a good laugh and she enjoys hanging out with friends and having fun, she's just not someone who'll take it to the extreme. [/size][/ul]
this is for your RP sample. go balls to the wall and show us your writing chops!
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