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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 16:53:22 GMT -5
Buffy Summers parked her truck in a spot. Getting out she went to the trailer. She lowered the ramp to unload, Rusty Musty. The bay gelding had a green silk blanket on with his name on the side. She removed it to reveal green racing tack. She removed the halter to place the green bridle onto him. Once fully tacked she put her helmet on and raised the ramp. She mounted. But, wanted to be sure she wasn't the only on at the track. She needed to work her thoroughbred at his best pace. She patted his rump softly.
Rusty Musty snorted and stood still. He only shifted his weight around a few times. He was wanting to run. But, knew in the starting gate when the bell went off he almost always threw Buffy off. He snorted and pawed the ground under his hoof. Buffy tried to relax him by petting his neck softly. |
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 17:39:53 GMT -5
Chad pulled up in his old Chevy. The day seemed like a good one to practice. He got out of the truck and walked to his trailer. Sotally Tober, his crazy, black Thoroughbred, was anxious to get out and run. After he lowered the ramp, he lead him out and removed his blanket. Underneath were the matching blue tack. Bridle replaced the halter and he grabbed his helmet ready to start. Chad grabbed the reins and lead the brute out to the track.
Chad mounted Tober once they got on the track and looked around for anyone else. Then he caught the sight of another rider. He kicked him up and rode torwards the person, "Good morning-" he paused once he got a look at her face, "Ma'am." he said with a grin. |
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 18:55:47 GMT -5
Buffy smiled slightly. Good morning. It's nice out today don't you think she said. She gripped her reins more knowing that Rusty Musty wanted to get started. But, she had to get him into a gate first in order to start with the workout she had planned. Rusty Musty pulled on the reins. The bay thoroughbred snorted softly and pulled on the reins again wanting to run. But, noticed another horse next to them. |
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 19:32:12 GMT -5
He was more focused on keeping his horse still then anything at the moment. The fact that another horse was right next to Tober made him want to run. Hearing the woman's voice he jerked his head up and smiled, "Yep. Real nice." He noticed the thoroughbred she rode also seemed a little anxious to go. He chuckled, "Might want to get started soon." With that he kicked up his steed who was in return happy to oblige. Once he got into a gate he waited for the girl to get into position. He was just about as excited as the brute beneath him. He didn't want to waste time. |
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 19:35:24 GMT -5
Buffy got Rusty Musty into a gate. She patted his shoulder gently. She hoped that her horse wouldn't spooke this time. Rusty Musty snorted and pawed at the dirt underneath him waiting to get going. He wanted to run. He wanted to train. Buffy pulled her goggles down and tightened her gloves. She was ready to get her gelding running at a good speed. (OOC:sorry for the shortness i am running low on muse) |
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 19:53:11 GMT -5
He watched as she got into place. A smile swept across his face.((Stupid rhymes!)) He really enjoyed this part. Tober's nostrils flared as he pawed the ground. Chad's goggles and gloves were already in place as he waited for the gates to open. He gave the woman a last glance. The gates still wasn't open yet. It always seemed like forever when he was in there. ((No worries we all lose it... See. -.-)) |
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 22:10:13 GMT -5
Buffy glanced to him. She had a smirk on her face. She was ready to stay close to him until she felt her gelding's power. She knew her plan. She had to use it. She would use it. Rusty Musty snorted and laced his ears back. The bay gelding was ready to run. He needed to run. All he was waiting for was the gates to open and let them loose. |
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 22:47:49 GMT -5
Chad tightened his grip on the reins. The gates were about to open. The black thoroughbred was getting impatient as he banged against the gate. He counted the second 5... 4... 3... 2... The gates slung open giving Tober the chance to go out at full speed. He wasn't paying attention to the girl yet, mostly focusing on the track before him. He did not push Tober just yet. He seemed to be in the lead at the moment.
((Sorry I'm sort of empty on the muse right now -.-))
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 22:53:01 GMT -5
Buffy moved quickly with Rusty Musty once the gates let them out. She held a whip in her left hand if she needed to use it. Rusty Musty snorted gently as he ran trying to get up next to the other thoroughbred. Buffy suddenly started to feel really sick to her stomach. But, kept up with Rusty Musty since she had to work him. She kept refusing to see the doctor. She knew it was her appendix doing this to her. Rusty Musty sped up quicker. He got next to the other horse. |
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 23:01:01 GMT -5
He kept his speed. After a few moments he felt a little lonely. 'Is she still back there?' he thought to himself. He took a look back to see her coming up. He turned his attention back on the track and Tober. The thoroughbred seemed to be doing well. He looked like he was enjoying it but he could tell he was wanting to go faster. He took a look back to see she wasn't there. He was shocked to see she actually caught up. Why he hadn't noticed earlier? He didn't know. He simply smiled. Before kicking Tober to a higher speed. |
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 23:05:14 GMT -5
Buffy smirked slightly even though her body wanted her to stop. She moved her whip into her right hand. She slapped Rusty Musty with it. The bay gelding sped forward with a jump in every stride. Getting beside them again. Buffy took one hand off the reins and waved bye while Rusty Musty sped past them. The gelding kept getting faster. Buffy felt something hurt even worse inside of her. She wrapped her left arm around her waist but kept a good hold on the reins and some mane to control her thoroughbred.
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 23:13:21 GMT -5
He was thinking that would be the end of it. Well that was what he thought anyway. He watched as she sped by waving. He nodded before turning his attention to the track again. He started to kick Sotally Tober up again till he noticed the girl holding her waist. 'Was there something wrong?' He quickly kicked up managing to get beside her after a few minutes. "Are you okay?" he almost yelled trying to get her attention. He wasn't too focused on the track now just worried about the new girl. He'd eye the track constantly making sure Tober was doing fine. The thoroughbred managed to stay neck to neck with the other horse.
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 23:16:32 GMT -5
Buffy groaned slightly. She looked over to him. No, I'm in alot of pain. But, Let's finish this round before I get off the track. I just need to relax maybe. she said. Rusty Musty grunted and started to slow down knowing that Buffy needed a doctor not a rest. He snorted and sped back up feeling the whip hit him in his right flank.
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Post by raven on Jul 12, 2009 23:23:57 GMT -5
Eyes were a bit wide with worry. He kept his eyes on her, Tober was edgy and wanted to give it his all. "Maybe we should stop." He wasn't even willing to keep going. His whole attention was on her. Was she that willing to go on even if it meant more pain? "Lets stop before it gets worst!" he yelled hoping she would just listen. He pulled on the reins slowly to stop hoping she would do the same. Tober resisted a bit but quickly get the idea he wasn't going any further. They dropped down to a trot and he watched to make sure she was fine.
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Post by booster on Jul 12, 2009 23:30:06 GMT -5
Buffy gave in and pulled back on her reins with her right hand. Rusty Musty snorted and slowed down quickly to a trot. Buffy sat in the racing saddle now. She was still holding her waist. She couldn't handle this anymore. She thought she was going to get sick. Rusty Musty put his ears back listening to her breathing. He heard a gasp each time she breathed. He knew it wasn't her appendix now.
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