you're a three-day sensation;;

[aaren renaker;;]

The particularily pungent smell of pine, dust, and manure in the stables had become mundane once more. It was a relief to Aaren, who otherwise would've considered himself such a novice if he never got used to the smell. It was the smell of home again - almost. Only these weren't his horses and this wasn't his barn. That had all gone to sale years ago just to pay for medical expenses and such. Even so, Aaren returned to the delightfully smelly barns, only on a different hemisphere - the barns still smelled the same.

Smelled... Stalls had to be cleaned of course. Rise and shine, bright and early in the morning Aaren had risen, bones stiff and sore from the previous days. Cleaning stalls was deffinately a task now that he was considered disabled. In fact, Aaren was frankly surprised that Mr. D'amico had even hired him. Every other farm on his list had said no. Who knew, perhaps they were desperate or Mr. D'amico was young and naive - but Aaren knew that this was a chance, a real chance to get back into what he loved and had forgotten. Aaren would even go so far as to call it therapy.

From the first few days around, Aaren found that the only thing he could not accomplish was lifting the hay bales into the loft. But, there were other hands or students around who could do that just fine. Turning horses out to pasture was alright... But he really couldn't help but train one or two some ground manners so he wouldn't get drug in the dirt. He assumed nobody would mind. And then sweeping, cleaning, and all other sorts of things could be accomplished as he re-learned how to do them by using one hand. It really wasn't all that bad, and the more he walked, the more he kept his strength up.

Scoop, sift, and toss. That was the routine after the horses had been fed while the morning rose into a bright daylight. Perspiration flecked across his brow as he went from stall to stall. Luckily enough this barn was good enough to buy a nice wheelbarrow that was light and easily pulled and manuvered by one hand. It was a lucky break, considering Aaren had forgotten what would he do if the barn was cheap and only had the lift-n-push sort of wheelbarrow. He dodged a bullet with that one.

Next was his favorite stall - Rex's. The stout red and white gelding was nice enough to poo in one little corner. The horse was so neat and tidy that Aaren fancied he'd go in a toilet if it was there. Aaren opened the stall, letting the wheelbarrow guard the escape route. As usual, Rex's head never left his hay. What could be expected of a pig of a horse? Aaren poked his broad rump playfully with the rake.

"Oye, get your big arse outta the way; will ye' Rex?" the horse made no reply, but to lazily move against the wall and continued to munch noisily, "The thanks I get for cleanin' your mess 'n all... Silly boy; ought to be kinder t'your brother, y'know."

Aaren grinned and dug the pitchfork in with the help of his foot. Muscles in his right arm flexed as he "umph"ed it into the wheelbarrow. His arms were getting quite a workout, he figured. One to do the work and one to support his carcass on a stick. Aaren teased himself that he should've done this years ago for a good workout. It was certainly making him quite brawny nowadays.

"Bye to you too," Aaren added sarcastically as he exited the stall - Rex only acknowledging his exit by a nonchalant stare and a snort. If there was a reason Aaren loved that horse must've been because Rex was so laid-back. A complete turn around from all the hot-blooded horses. Rex was a knot-head, but he was also persuadable; smooth as glass, a stout 15.2, versitile, and practically bomb-proof. He may have been a lazy snot, but he was the most reliable horse a cripple could buy.

Standing outside the stall, Aaren took a breather and wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his glove. A breeze was relished as it hit his wet blue polo shirt and cooled the skin underneath. Snot ridden jeans, dusted boots, and disheveled hair was the attire of the working class. His light green eyes looked about the barn to see if anyone was going out riding on this glorious morning. He certainly would if there wasn't so much work to be done.

[KACIA MARKOVICA XX]

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Typical Morning. Everything started out same for the greek beauty. A purring woke her at sunrise, a brush of a furry tail across her cheek caused her to stir from her gentle sleep as the feline who belonged to the human found herself a comfortable place on the bed, but the morning was far too early for Kacia. She needed much more time than just a few hours considering she had been out shopping with her mother until pretty late and then had just got lost on the internet talking with friends. Before she had known it the time had come to tuck herself safely up in bed.


As the time grew closer to 9am that was when she had surfaced that morning, like every other weekend she was up ealier than most people so she could spend the rest of the morning and afternoon with her horse at the stables. The greek girl had been up, showered and dressed withtin half an hour, and with a golden band pulling back her hair she had sat down for something to eat to fill her up, though she prefered to eat little and often, and she usually had to be up for an hour or so before she could face anything large in the morning. So that morning all she had was a cup of hot chocolate and a crumpet. Nothing special. Then she had thrown on her boots, grabbed a bag sitting in the hallway and gone to the stables.


Her horse, Ross was certainly very beautiful and appealing. He had not been out in the field until the morning when the yard staff turned him out at about 8am. So by the time she had arrived he had been out for two hours at the least. It would be plenty of time to have him burn of some of his constant energy load - he never seemed to tire. When she arrived she was greeted by many people who she knew but she didn't socailise too much with them outside the stable, as a lot of them were liveries whom were much older than herself.


"Gemma, how was he to turn out?"

[/color] Kacia called out, her greek accent shining right through, it was one f the many attractive things to her. The girl who she was talking to was a yard staff member, and was quite experienced in the world of horses, but not entirely in the world of ross who needed a kind and gentle hand but also one which was stern and authortive, unless you wanted to be thrown around and but very much in your place by the cheeky palomino. "He wasn't too bad, we got him out straight away he pulled me into the field but he was alright i Suppose. Amy is bringing him in because she'd bringing Amber in. She should be back soon." The girl called out, but unfortunatly their chat was cut short by the girls mobile phone ringing.


At least she didn't need to go and chase him around the field. So instead she stuffed some of the carrots from the bag she had taken into the haynet he had tied up waiting for him. His stall was relatively clean, it had obviously already been mucked out, but he had some droppings inside which he had done like he always did just to be akward. So while she waited for her precious horse she took a barrow and a fork and put the droppings in, but with them clean she had no time to take it to the heap as she heard a clattering of hooves and a bit of noise. "Ross!!!!!!!" Came the voice. Kacia looked over her shoulder as her Gelding literally pulled Amy and Amber about six foot. She couldn't help but smile, but it was wrong behaviour.


Kacia walked towards her and took the leadrope from Amy who scurried off, not completely liking Ross right at the minute. Ross nudged at his owner's chest and it sent her about two foot staggering backwards. "Ugh, you big lump."[/color] She said as she took hold of the lead rope and she took him towards his stable where she took him inside and she unrugged him and took off the head collar after making a fuss of him.


Taking the rug out she bolted the door and pushed the barrow to the side while she folded over the rug and set off for the barn to hang it up on his rail with the rest of his belongings here. While she did that it seemed someone was going around and checking the water feeders in the corners of the stables. Unfortunate. Ross was bolshy and bargey. It was only when Kacia was coming back and was in sight of the girl walking inside she bit her tongue. She had no time to cry out to warn the girl who opened the stable door and the large palomino shot out and scattered off down the yard sending people and their horses in opposite directions. "It has to be my horse."[/color] She mumbled as she set off after him.


It wasn't that he was mean, its just he could be a bit threatening. He had stopped infront of a male and he turned around. Kacia rushed to him, and she yanked hard on the lead rope. "Behave been such a bloody idiot. Your gonna bloody hurt someone one of these days."[/color] She scolded him as she slapped his shoulder, his head and neck flying up into the air knowing he had done something wrong. Kacia's accent stronger even more so in that tone of voice and he peered at her as he backed off and she evil eyes him. She turned to the guy he had rushed out towards, and probably spooked. "Sorry about that."[/color] SHe said as she vil eyes her horse and held tighter on the lead rope.


The horse wasn't wild, he wasn't bad he was just, just... Ross. He had a whole definiation of his own. He was more all talk than action. For example he stood at his stable door and mouthed at anyone who went past and getting them in a head lock if they came close enough, but once you were inside the stable he was fine. He was your typical boy, all a front and a real softie inside after you got past the stubborn imature shell. Yep, Typical guy.


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[aaren renaker;;]

There was certainly a limit to what people would stand to understand. Turning out horses in the morning was a hard task for a person like Aaren, especially ones who would be deemed "spirited" by their owners, and whom Aaren viewed mostly as "untrained". But of course, you couldn't tell a person that to their face, because most people think it's perfectly fine that a horse drags you out to pasture or pulls itself out of your hands. It's "cute" or it gives a horse "personality". If Aaren ever told someone that their horse was being an ass then they'd defend it with every fiber of their being. The only option was for him to either treat the horse to a small dose of manners - or get someone else to do it.

Aaren had basically lucked out when Genna had taken Ross-duty for the morning. Hell, Aaren didn't even know why they needed someone to turn him out and bring him in. The horse practically knew only two directions - to the pasture and to his stall.

At the first sound of quick-moving hooves on the concrete floor sends an immediate impulse to anyone whose been around horses - get out of the way. Everyone seemed to scatter as the monstrous palomino made his way down the barn aisle. Luckily enough, Aaren had retained some of his old calm, level-headedness that slowed down the moment and allowed him to react. He stepped out into the path of the horse, raised his cane, and patted the air in front of him with the cane rhythmically. The motion is defensive to a horse's eye, and commands a respectful space.

Even if all of the other stablehands expressed no authority, Aaren dubbed himself the boss of these horses, and therefore none of the animals had the right to run through him. Ross had stopped and then turned around right into the hands of his owner, who proceeded to punish him. From Aaren's experience, he found that horses only respond to punishment at the moment something occurs. Therefore, the girl was literally punishing Ross for not running him over. The horse deserved a reward more than anything... But Aaren wasn't keen on saying anything. He put his cane down and leaned on it heavily.

"Oye, no - you should be 'pologizing to 'im, Miss," Aaren replied with a slight grin to the girl. He may have disaproved, but Aaren wasn't angry. He was always angry in his previous life, therefore now he didn't need it anymore. Aaren took a few hobbling steps forward to his wheel barrow.

Teenagers these days. The idea of a riding "academy" was something very new. Aaren would've loved to have gone to one when he was a boy - all these top-level trainers for help and to ride every day. When he was younger, Aaren homeschooled in the morning and helped on the farm in the afternoon. Horseback riding only came very early, very late, or on rest days. This sort of place was wonderful for the future of horseback riders - so long if they cared to take what was given to them. From Aaren's experience, he knew riders could be very stubborn-headed.

[carmenshasta]

The crunch of gravel was easily heard as a pick up truck and trailer trundled down the drive, stopping a nice distance from the main barn leaving more then the suggested amount. A teen stepped out of the passenger side of the cabin with a large black backpack on her shoulders and yanked a large black suitcase out beside her. She dumped in the back of the pick-up truck with some grunting and effort and then a nice thump. She breathed contently out then said to the driver;"You'll be waiting a while for me to get them and all of the stuff unloaded."
The teen slammed the car door shut with calusesed, tan hands with broken fingernails and strode tot he end of the trailer in her over large dark blue jeans held up with a black leather belt. With practiced easy she undid the clasp holding to one of the doors to the trailer. A large black stallion pony stood patiently inside surveying the teen with big, bright amber eyes from behind the mesh that kept him from runnign out as soon as she opened the door. The girl smiled a slightly crooked tootheed smile and grabbed his purple lead rope. She clipped it to the stallions purple halter and undid the mesh; she tugged politiely on the lead and the pony stepped down onto the ground.
She guided lead him a little ways to the side of the tariler were she tied him loosely to one of the rings and left him with a meanly look of her different shaded eyes. She returned to the doors and shut the one already open; slowly she opened the other door and a happy neigh split the air. A small gray mare stood inside looking a little wild and excite, pressed agains the mess with a blue-grey eyes focused straight ahead. The girl grabbed the blue lead rope and clipped it the mare's blue halter carefully before she slowly undid the meshing that held the mare. The mare stepped eagerly down off the trailer and onto solid ground with another whinny; the girl glared at her frisky charge.
A blue tom cat had appeared form the depth of the pony stallions stall and with a yawn he lept off the trailer edge before suntereing off. The teen redid the door latch with her free hadn and lead the mare with her other slowly towards her other charge with a bit of pulling. She untied the black pony stallion with a few defted pulls with her free hand and grabbed his lead rope in a swift motion as it came free. Nervously she head into the barn and towards some noise she heard; towards Aaren and Kacia and Kacia's troublesome horse.

[KACIA MARKOVICA XX]

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Kacia's beautiful green eyes looked to the man who she had never seen before here. She hadn't been here all that long, just more than a week, but she had supposed that she should have seen him around considering he seemed to look as if he was working here. It was probably at that point when she realised he might actually be new, how could she have been so stupid? She sometimes lived up to the sterotypical name given to blonde people, it couldn't be helped,and most of the time it was fairly funny, at least could she admit it.


Kacia's hand gripped onto the lead rope as Ross's ears pinned as another horse, smaller than himself passed a few feet behind him. Kacia eyed him before she turned her attention to the man again and she gave him a gentle smile. She should really get Ross all groomed and tacked up and wear some more of this energy out of him seen as it seemed to be going no where. "I don't believe i've seen you around before. I'm Kacia, and this is Ross."

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She said it and she gave him a white toothed almost perfect smile. She was rather attractive, but she didn't go flaunting herself around like most people did if they had the looks like this young greek goddess. She lent a hand to her geldings neck and she sighed, her green eyes watching as he hobbled to his wheel barrow and she let her eyesbrows creep upwards slightly, wondering what was wrong with his leg. She could ne nosey and sometimes slightly outspoken and she couldn't help but open her mouth and speak before thinking.


"Whats the matter with your leg?"[/color] There she went, no she didnt always think about what she was saying. She realised what she had said straigh after she said it and she bit her own lip. "Oh god, sorry."[/color]


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[aaren renaker;;]

One, two, three; one two three... The memory before the accident was about as clear as daylight. On top of Doubletake, counting strides until the huge stone wall jump. Cross country is an extremely dangerous sport, and it would seem every rider had a number. Aaren's number was "10". It would be his tenth prestigious championship, but Doubletake caught a rock and faltered two strides away. Aaren remebered urgently kicking to make up the strides, but Doubletake had already lost focus. The rest was history.

"N'worries, it was a bad accident," Aaren replied, not skipping a beat. It didn't bother him really - it was always better just to get things out in the open. The anger and the frustration and the depression had all faded away, leaving nothing but a clear mind and an entirely new person. Now it was just a matter of getting used to it. Luckily enough, riding was still possible, just nothing strenuous like jumping or posting.

"Nice t'meet you Kacia, m'name's Aaren. But, ya, it's my third day 'ere. This place is quite nice, actually," Aaren added, noticing a rather lost-looking girl and her horse, "Do you need some 'elp, Miss?"

Aaren admired the fact that this barn would be a teenage boy's heaven. There were pretty young girls everywhere, and most with no one but their horses. And while it was good for the kids, it really alienated some of the adults. Just being a stablehand Aaren felt a certain standard to act upon, being respectful and setting a good example and all that. A teenage boy's heaven, but a grown man's wasteland.

Some horses whinnied anxiously across the barn, which made even Aaren restless. He had just a couple more stalls to go, and then maybe he could go out and ride for a minute. The weather was wonderful down in Australia, far more different than London where when it wasn't snowing it was raining, and when it wasn't raining it was foggy - and always so terribly cold.


(OOC: What can I say, I got the flu, lol.)