(Aloha c:)

(Shall we start again or shall i just post my last post?)

*Don;t mind, Your choice)

(We might as well start again maybe? it'll be fair'er as there is someone new in here now c:)

I Took a small breath as the little mini bounced around as i drove down the long drive of the stables, the motion almost breaking my spine. My old mark 1 mini was not up for the job. I Glanced back into the rear-veiw mirror to check my mum was still behind me, driving the horsebox although it was a little hard to see over the luggage that was piled up on my tiny back seat. I still felt incredibly jet lagged as i looked back out of the windscreen once again, my foot lightly on the accelerator. I Was in Ireland just 2 days ago, We'd traveled here, Dumped all of our boxes into our new house and then i'd moved strait here. I Was glad Savvy was a good traviler though, This would have been a nightmare if not.

It seemed a eternaty before i'd reached the carpark. I Drove slowly towards a empty space that would take the width of the mini and the horsebox, having to dodge horses as i did so. I Took a sigh of releife as i pulled the handbreak on, parking the little car and opening the door before clambering outside. I'd never been one to get the hang of getting in and out of cars in a more.. elegent mannor. After closing the door of mini i waited for mum to park up and went striat to the back of the lorry to get my little stallion out.

Guiding the gumbrling land drover down the dirt track, I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as the school grew nearer. Behind me, The old rusted horse box carrying my trusty steed, Sage. standing at 15.3hh he wasn't the biggest horse and being part arab meant he was pretty much a nutcase from time to time. I guessed he was going to be hyper after traveling all the way from connemara, Ireland. Littering the back seat, Was everything i would need to survive the term. All my luggage, tack, feeds and anything else important covered it.

Pullling to a stop in the car park. I looked around nervously. All around me where horrses boxes of all shapes and sizes as well as horses. A feel of being out of place filled me. Many of these people looked like they actually had the money t be here whilest i had only just scrapped together the money meaning i relied on second hand tack most of the time. Heading poout of the car and into the trailer, I led the little grey gelding out into the car park wincing as he let out a large whine

Both Basil and Radley were in the back of the trailer, kicking up a storm and complaining so loudly that he could hardly even hear himself think. It made the car ride seem all the much longer, and he sent up a prayer to whoever was listening once they arrived, glad that he was finally going to be able to get his stallions out of the trailer and back onto ground that didn't move beneath them. Neither horses liked being in the trailer, though Radley was a bit more tolerable since he was in it almost every other week, moving around to shows and competitions. Basil, though, hadn't been in many trailers. Technically the four year old was still in training.

The stablehands got out first, immediately going to the back of the trailer and were now probably waiting for Mickey to get his horses out. Neither allowed anyone but him to touch them, else you risked bites and kicks. Slowly he climbed out of the truck, moving around to the side of the black and red trailer to slip inside the side door. This got him into the front part of the trailer, where Basil was. Once he had the horse on a lead, the trailer door swung open and he led the dappled stallion out onto the cement. His horse was nearly prancing, all bunched up with nervous energy most likely. Quickly he pulled off the shipping wraps off his legs and then tied the stallion to the side of the trailer, going back in and repeating this whole process for Radley.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Andrew found himself walking towards the barn, studiously ignoring every other student that was now arriving. He had one horse on each side of him, and while Radley was being the gentleman he usually was, Basil was prancing with his head high and tucked against his chest, already attempting to show off for any mares nearby.

:: Basil is a four year old Thoroughbred stallion, 17 hh [x]
:: Radley is a six year old Arabian stallion, 16.1 hh [x]

I looked around and smiled ever so slightly as people bustled about getting horses ready, setlting them in. "Ok'y Ma'" i Said in my thick Irish Accent "If you get Savvy out, i'll go see what stable and such he's in" I Said and smiled with a small nod, making sure i hadnt forgotten anything as mum nodded, clambering into the lorry and leading the little stallion out. He was only small; standing at 14hh. The little ten year old New FOrrest pony was eager to get going as he looked around, acting suprisingly calm as his little ears pricked up, examining the area. I Chuckled, patting his neck "T'ats ma' boy.. Be good for Ma" i said and with that left the pair, heading across the carpark to the reception.

I Must have timed it right because the reception was emppty as i pulled the door and stepped inside, pushing my sunglasses ontop of my head and flicking my large fringe from my face. I Approached the desk where a angry looking old woman looked up, staring down her nose at me. She huffed gruffly before wining the word "Name?" at me. I Gulped a little awkwardly, hoping in this coming year i wouldnt have any problems, I Would deffinately not want to talk to this woman about them. "Um.. T'avis" I said slightly, looking at her blank face. She probably didnt understand me.. Prehaps her american accent sounded nothing remotely like mine; her mind not coping with the new cultures.

I Coughed once, putting a hand over my mouth befroe trying again "Travis.. Travis Mitchel" I Said, over-pronouncing the name so she could understand me. She looked down her nose at the papers infront of her and huffed again, placing a brown envolope on the desk before staring at me once again. I Could see her eyes were looking at the large stars that had been imbedded on my neck in black ink. I Forced a wary smile before heading back outside to Ma, Opening the brown package to reveale my room number and savvy stable number.. 'Stable 11.. Room number 69' i thought to myself, groaning inwardly as i thought about the room number.. Great, just my luck..

Tying Sage up outside the horsebox with a hay net, I looked around trying to work out where to go. Spotting what i guessed was the reception area, I Double checked the rope holding the little grey gelding and began heading towards it slowly, Glancing back at him every so often. My stomach began to twist and churn as i freaked out about talking. I wasn't at all good at being around people. Queing up behind the short line of people, I waited quietly for my go, rehersing my lines as i did so.

I could feel myself blushing as i walked towards the counter 'Can i..Umm..h-have the n-n-umbers for..Lucy brown" I just about managed to stammer trying hard to make myself understandable with my heavy irish accent. Nothing made me want to repeat the question. Her cold eyes scanned the list of packs before handing me a brown package. Tearing it open i read the sheets inside 'Stable 14..Room 13' It wasn't too bad 13 was my lucky number after all

His parents had been able to secure his numbers a week ago, which would explain why he was able to walk right past the reception area and across the field, heading towards the stables. Along with his numbers he had gotten a map, which he had studied well the first day, and was fairly sure he knew where he was going. Basil was in stall thirteen and Radley in twelve, as he had requested they put the horses together. Not that they couldn't get along without one another, but it was obviously simpler for him to have both side by side- less walking meant less work and more riding time.

Basil was his jumper and racer, both things they were quite good at. Radley on the other hand, was his cross country horse and hunter, since he wasn't the best at quick turns and high jumps. Andrew rode both English, since it was obviously the more difficult discipline and he was raised riding that way. Neither were very good dressage horses, but he didn't seem to mind. Dressage was a beautiful sport, elegant and precise and perfect, everything Andrew loved. But at the same time, the rider craved adrenaline and high jumps and speed.

Letting go of Radley, the horse obediently stepped into his stall and turned around, waiting for his owner to take off his lead line. Basil on the other hand, had to be led into the stall and turned, as Andrew took care not to be stepped on or shoved against the wall. He hung the ropes on the hooks next to each horses stall, and then got himself busy with checking everything out to make sure it was safe while he waited for his tack box and the horses feed.

I Took a small breath as i headed over to Ma and savvy once again, scratching the stallions forhead once i got there. "Stable 11" I Repeated to her and smiled as i took the stallion off her as she swapped him for the brown onvalope. "Well, i'll go get some yer' wheelbarrow and get yer' shavings, T'ke t'em round to his stall" She said and smiled. I nodded. "Okay, T'anks Ma" I Simple said and walked the stallion off. He snorted and his head lowered slightly as he calmy walked through the crouded scene, his coat glistening in the sunshine. I Was expecting Compliments, deep down inside. He was a athleate, Compeating in Unafiliated pony-of-the-year height show jumps, And his midnight black colour make him all the more handsome.

I Walked through the little path onto the "L" shaped yard, The little stallion already seeing horses and wickering loudly to each of them, his little ears pricking. I Tied the stallion up outside stable 11 and checked my sunglasses was still on my head. After flicking my fringe out of my face and giving the stars on my neck a little scratch i looked to the stallion, Rubbing his crest as he examined the area he was to call home.

My mother was a strong, butch woman and it showed when she brought four bales of shavings stacked on the wheelbarrow like jenga blocks. "'ere you are, Lad" She said and placed them down infront of the stable door. "Just two more left, Oh, heres your fork" She added and passed the plastic shavings fork. I Smiled and nodded a thanks to her before dragging a couple of bags into the empty stable, fumbling at the plastic to tear it appart.

Picking up a quick jog, I headed back towards the trailer where i was greeted by a very grumpy mother and a very hyper horse. Listening as my mum grumbled i felt slightly jelous off her. After moving to America after her divorce, She'd managed to lose the accent i was now stuck with. I guess that's what happens when you stay in Ireland instead. She'd wasn't a perticular horsey person..Or any type of person. heading into the back of the car, I pulled my stuff out and dumped it onto the floor in order to start sorting it out soon. Rubbing the small tattoo on my wrist, I muttered a quick goodbye to her, Untieing Sage as i did so she was able to drive off. I can't say i was sad to see her go, It had been a long 2 days with her.

Letting out a deep sigh, I grabbed Sage and his tack before mking my way towards what i assumed to be the stables..According ot the map that was. The L shaped building held a familar scent. Being large and airy made it perfect for the little gelding as i led him up to his stable and realsed the headcollar, Giving him a final polo and hug before heading into the tack room and hanging up the lightweight treeless saddle and Bridle + Marigale which belonged to me

Picking up a quick jog, I headed back towards the trailer where i was greeted by a very grumpy mother and a very hyper horse. Listening as my mum grumbled i felt slightly jelous off her. After moving to America after her divorce, She'd managed to lose the accent i was now stuck with. I guess that's what happens when you stay in Ireland instead. She'd wasn't a perticular horsey person..Or any type of person. heading into the back of the car, I pulled my stuff out and dumped it onto the floor in order to start sorting it out soon. Rubbing the small tattoo on my wrist, I muttered a quick goodbye to her, Untieing Sage as i did so she was able to drive off. I can't say i was sad to see her go, It had been a long 2 days with her.

Letting out a deep sigh, I grabbed Sage and his tack before mking my way towards what i assumed to be the stables..According ot the map that was. The L shaped building held a familar scent. Being large and airy made it perfect for the little gelding as i led him up to his stable and realsed the headcollar, Giving him a final polo and hug before heading into the tack room and hanging up the lightweight treeless saddle and Bridle + Marigale which belonged to me

(GTG, back tomorrow :))

Running a little late, I let out a small sigh as my small horsebox trundled into the college's car park. In the overhead mirror as I slowly pulled into a space, I took a quick peek to see if I could see my grey Andalusian dressage youngster. With no luck, I parked the box and quickly removed my keys from the ignition before jumping out and slipping in through he side door to check on Piccolo. My gelding let out a light snort as I untied his leadrope and proceeded to lead him down the ramp slowly.

In about 10 minute i had managed to open all 6 bags of Shavings and begain to scatter the floor with them as Ma ferried my Equiptment back and forth from the lorry. I Made sure, as i was tossing the shavings up agasint the wall, that the banks were big; the base was deep. Salvatore was none to get cast in new places, occationally. I Didnt want him to hurt himself if he did. I frowned as i noticed the automatic drinker in the corner and picked up the lime green water bucket, placing it to one side. I Guess Ma would be taking that back.

"T'ats seems to be the last of it, T'avvie" She said as she came back with my tack, the last items. I Nodded slightly and carefully took the peices of leather from her and headed in the direction of what i guessed was the tack room. After searching around for his peg i smiled and placed the GP saddle down first, the lighter Jumping saddle ontop of that with its cover on. I Only used that for compition so i didnt want it to get dusty and damaged having a hevy GP saddle ontop of it.

I Placed his flash bridle and martingale on his bridle peg and smield softly, Examing it hadnt gotten damaged in the shipping; Everything seemed in order. I Run my fingertips over the lime green bit-guards and smiled. I Quickly left and set together putting other things away, Helping Ma with the large wooden chest and putting it besides his stable door. Each stable back home had one of thease; to keep things such as boots and grooming kit in there.. just little bits and bobs that had no place.

Givng the gelding a final pat, I Picked up a jog heading back towards the edge of the carpark where my stuff lay unattended. Dust flew as cars and hroses of all shapes and sizes moved about in the dry conditions. Spluttering slightly, I Grabbed the box which held most of my spare and grooming equipment, And began making my way back out to the stables.

Sighing slightly at the weight of the box, I dumped it gently outside the geldings stable. Inside was a few packs of polo's. No matter what i always needed my polos. Grabbing a packet, I slipped the white mint out and popped itinto my mouth before feeding the little gelding one. Running my fingers over his neck, I rested my head against his breathing in th horsey scent i loved. I couldn't actually believe i was here, In a school i'd always dreamed off attending, And with my favourite horse

Once they brought all of his things, Andrew set to making up the stalls and putting his tack away. Each horse owned at least two pairs of leg wraps, two or three girths, a variety of bridles and bits, saddle pads, and so many martingales and breastplates that he couldn't even count them. As far as saddles go, both had their own show saddle and then a separate saddle for each discipline. To say they were spoiled would be an understatement, both the horses and their rider had everything they needed and more.

Immediately he sent the two men off to the tack room to take care of his things, while he himself began shoveling shavings into their stalls. It didn't take long, just open a pack, dump it in, and really the horses did most the work of moving it around. During this he began to notice the other people around him, likely starting to do the same things he was. He saw the automatic drinker in the corner and made a note to talk to the school about that- he'd heard in many cases that they could be dangerous. While he was on that track he might as well talk about putting the food on the ground too, since Basil happened to be a pain in the ass and refused to eat off the ground, instead knocking the bucket over.

Stepping back out of Radley's stall, he went towards the small tack box that was now in between both horses stalls. It was where his brushes were, and obviously treats were kept inside too. Taking out a few of the peppermint apple things that his cook had made, he gave a few to both of the horses before getting out his brush box and beginning to brush Basil.

'Easy boy...easy.' I muttered in my Californian accent as I made sure to pick my feet up quickly in case the gelding managed to land his dainty but heavy hooves on my own. My gelding pricked his ears up and lifted his tail, lifting his upper lip in reaction to his new surroundings. The hustle and bustle of the new yard was even making me a little edgy as I quickly tied Pip up against the trailer and moved his haynet to his new position.

After checking he was more or less settled, I quickly grabbed the paperwork from the shelf above the passenger seat of the the box and made my way into the reception area. I dodged others quickly, frantically trying to get the necessary information I needed so I could start my life here.

I Took a small breath as i sat on the floor, next to my Stallions feet. I did this out of habbit now, I Knew he wouldnt do anything; i'd had him since birth. However this still agrovated my Ma as she gave me a sharp smack with one of my gloves once she'd picked it up from my hat. I Jumped, causing savvy to skid sideways a step and looked up to her stern stare. I Took a small breath and got to my feet, leaning down with one knee on the floor to keep her happier.

"T'ats better.. Now, Where's yer key for yer room?" She asked, holding her hand out. I Took a small breath, annoyed like a little child, Boy would i be glad when she leaves. "I'll t'ke yer stuff up" She said as she took the key, heading off with long strides. I Rolled my eyes and sat back down on the floor as i stroked down his legs once, bending over the large wooden chest to organise it a little better.

I Began to mumble grumpy words in Irish, Luckily this was a international college and Ireland was a small country in the world; i highly doubted there was no one who could understand me here. I Paired up his lime green tendon boots along with his matching fetlock and over-reach boots. Lime green was his colours.. however he was a black pony; very versatile with colour combinations.

*can someone explain who everyone is from mds?, why'd we restart D:*
I steadied my hand on the wheel as I rolled the truck slowly over a bump down the drive of the College. The gates opened and i drove in and parked the truck with the trailer in a double parking spot. I sighed and climbed out the side of the truck and went round to the back of the trailer. I quickly tied my long blonde hair in a pony tail before lowering the ramp and undoing the back hooks as I waited for my stallion to back out of the trailer. His dark dappled grey rear end slowly edged out backwards and soon i could grab his leadrope and lead him out. His sturdy neck stretched up and out as he breathed loudly at his new surroundings. I smiled and stroked his nose. "New place boy" I said softly before undoing his trucking gear and only leaving his light blanket on. I led him towards the reception area and asked one of the people standing around to just grab him a sec as I jogged in and got my envelope barely glancing at anyone. I was stable number 12 and room number 70. I sighed and hoped I was on my own or with a boy, I didn't get along with girls often enough.

I thanked the boy holding Chicago and slowly led him to the stables whilst his head twisted every which way trying to see the other horses. I arrived at stable number 12 and saw a mom and her son tacking up a cute little Black pony. I opened the door which creaked loudly enough to send Chicago skittering backwards 3 or 4 steps staring wide eyed. "Hey you twit relax it's just wood" I said going red at the loud noise. I stroked his nose reasuringly a while letting him settle.

(Because there is a lot of new people joined, so i thought i'tll only be fair otherwise they'll be lost x) Im Sofia, btw, Is literally all the horses stallions? XD)

*aw ok...well maybe now ur character wont hate mine....haha sorry i had a mare last time so I wanted my irl dream grey stallion :P but i can change to gelding?*

Aubrey slowed her Black Porshe Cayman S as she turned off the paved road and onto the dirt drive leading to Equus.
In the lorry following her was everything she would need over the next couple of semesters in the states, including her
beloved Polish Arabian mare, Iam.

Pulling into the car park she circumnavigated the most crowded parts, trying to avoid as much attention as possible, and
stopped in a spot large enough for her car as well as the lorry close behind. Despite having nowhere to put Iam yet,
she couldn't make her horse wait in the confines of the horsebox while she prepped. Instead she tied the flea-bitten mare
up to the side of the horsebox. One of her dads workers jumped down from the cab and she motioned him over,
"Hey, have the boys start unloading everything, and fetch I'ms a hay net. I'll run over to admin and see whats up."

With a pat on Iam's rump, Aubrey put on a floppy hat before making her way to the administration building.
Entering, she took off her sunglasses and waited for just a moment before approaching the desk. Without looking up
the receptionist asked, "Name?" To which Aubrey replied, "Claire, Aubrey." After doing a quick database search, she
looked up, handed Aubrey a packet of papers, a key and stated, "Room 17, Stall 8." Offering a quick thanks, Aubrey
left the building.

By the time she was back to the lorry it was completely unloaded. "Dale and Kenny, could you please bring everything to
the tack room for stall 8, and leave out a few bags of shavings. I'll sort out the stall myself in a minute." She walked over to her personal belongings and waved over the last worker. "Can you help me out here?" Together they brought everything to her dorm in just two trips. She didn't bother to unpack yet.

The stables here at Equus weren't as ornate as the ones back home, but the lavishness of those at her fathers farm were used as a sales tactic. Comfortable visitors meant loose pockets. But these were still high class. She was glad to see that the workers had
sliced open and found her a pitchfork to spread them with. It was quick work prepping the stall, something she's been doing for years. She has already arranged with the school to remove the water pump they provided, as her mare refused to go near anything like that. She hung one bucket on the wall of the stable and filled it with fresh water, and put a scoop of grain and a tablespoon of nutrient additives that her fathers company had formulated into another. She made her way back to Iam and untied her. Shaking the bucket, she allowed her horse to follow her voluntarily into her new stall. Once in the stall, Aubrey hung up the grain, unwrapped Iams legs, did a quick brush over, then left, locking the door behind her. She stood there for a while watching to make sure her mare was comfortable.