are we having fun yet? [Poseidon - For Sale]

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Oliver chewed on his cheek for a minute in silent contemplation, weighing the odds between Option A and Option B. Wrinkling his nose as he reached an impasse, he decided to talk it over with his latest parter in crime. Turning his attention back to Poseidon, he hooked his fingers into the halter and gently pulled his face more his direction. "Alright, pal. See that shiny box down there?" His free hand swept out to indicate the three horse slant that was (mostly) ready and waiting. "We're just going there, alright? And then we're going home. That work for you, Mister?" And he actually waited for some kind of response this time, he knew for a fact he wasn't dealing with a "nancy nag." In half a sense, he partially expected Hitler had come back in horse form and TADA!

[poseidon]

He was so flamboyant, with the kicking and the HEILing and the buttons.

Poseidon simply stared at the daft individual, ears flipping forward to aide in a quizzical expression plastered onto his fairly sensitive and expressive face. Putting up with the hand-on-the-noseband thing for a minute, he jerked his head back, stepping away from Oliver and half-dragging the tall individual toward the middle of the arena. Stopping short, he glanced toward that shiny silver box his newest owner had mentioned, noting that it was most likely there for him. Eager again, he began meandering slowly toward the arena door, walking purposefully much as if he were a Shire pulling a plow - Oliver was a mild inconvenience as he jerked the human along with him.

Reaching the gate, he nosed it sharply, waiting impatiently for Oliver to get with the program and.. and.. And let's kick this bitch! [the crowd cheers]

[rain]

Skiing now, Oliver frowned at the lack of control he was having over the beast, but considering their relationship was only twenty-or-so minutes long, he'd deal with that later. At least they seemed to be on the same page. For now. Changing his mood to that of amusement as the nose roughly shoved the rickety gate with purpose. He flipped the latch and with a heel against the bottom rung, kicked it wide open. For a moment, he briefly considered looping the rein into the stud's mouth for better control, but a piece of him knew better. No point in pissing him off when it would most likely do little good. Let's just pray they make it to the box and all goes well. He could well enough do that, and it spared him the possibility of aggravating the animal to his right. "Alright Mister, let's get the hell out of the Dodge, eh?"

Escorting his charge out of the arena, Oliver cast a hurried glance around for anything that could possibly set them off for a real black diamond ski adventure. As it stood, the grounds were fairly deserted. Most of the activity was around the pens and about the ones in them, so on the outskirts, it was for the most part, quite dead. So onward they strode, Oliver keeping a keen eye on his new animal while staying on track towards his trailer. Merely dozen or so yards away from where they started, it wasn't much distance to cross and soon they were at the rear doors. Oliver's free hand flipped the locking mechanism back to free the door and soon the well padded inside was easily accessible. "Okie dokie, mate. Care to give it a try?" Opting on the side of caution, Oliver decided not to venture into the box with the stud and gave him the opportunity to hop inside the trailer of his own accord. Secretly, Oliver prayed Poseidon would oblige him.

[poseidon]

Poseidon was, for once, polite. He fell into a rhythmic, though high-stepping, walk just behind and beside Oliver. His ears were miniature satellites, swiveling in complete circles as he took in his whereabouts. His back end was loosey-goosey; hip-hopping to the left and right as they traveled but he made no attempt to rip himself loose from Oliver, nor did he even really pull - he was above that. Just ask him. He'll tell ya.

Staring placidly at the trailer, the big stallion was completely zoned out for a minute; relaxed beyond belief as he looked through and beyond the box. Coming to as Oliver spoke, his ears came up and he flicked his head to glance at Oliver in an "Oh, me?" fashion, taking the invitation to hop aboard and meander to the front, cocking a hind leg to slouch into 'park' position. No sense in fighting it.. and as previously mentioned, Posey loads like a dream.

[rain]

Oliver watched in mild disbelief as the beast who was something akin to a miniature category five tornado just a few minutes ago clambered into the trailer as if he were a push-button school nag. Split personality, perhaps? Or was he just bipolar? Deciding not to question a good thing, Oliver fed the rein along with the stud as he moved to the back, not at all concerned if a dinner-plate hoof might snap it on the ride over. It was junk, anyway. So, closing the rear of the trailer and latching the door in place, he left Poseidon to enjoy the entirety of the three-horse slant and strode to the truck pulling it.

Sliding into the driver's seat, he adjusted his rear-view mirror before turning the engine over and hearing the diesel engine roar to life. Popping the clutch, he felt the entire rig lurch forward and then proceeded to direct their passage out and away from the auction grounds and back to Bar-B.

[ ooc - Posting there, next. ]