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[benjamin spencer young]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] as I burn another page, as I look the other way The only sound in all of the large, rectangular indoor arena was that of hooves clopping against the cool floor. The horse they belonged two walked slowly through the entrance and into the dimly lit arena, his owner walking calmly at his side, holding the reigns firmly in his right hand. If anyone had already been inside, they would have recognized the infamous duo right away as Trigonometry, better known as Trigger, and his headstrong rider, Benjamin. Benjamin's strides were long and even as he and Trigger plodded directly towards the center of the arena. As soon as the bay Thoroughbred's hooves had reached the middle, his owner pulled him to a quick halt, softly speaking to calm the horse down. "Here we are, Trig. The arena. You like the arena, remember? We're gonna do a bit of riding, aren't we?" Anyone watching the event would have noticed Trigger's ears perking at the sound of his owner's voice, and his body shifting slightly, with a set of new English tack resting securely on his barrel. Benjamin had been to the tack shop recently, bearing a cheque from a win in a small town jumping competition. As a result, Trigonometry was dressed up in his fancy new gear, and he seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Benjamin flicked his wrist and tossed the rains easily over Trigger's neck so they rested neatly on his withers. He clasped the front and the back of the saddle, one in each hand, and placed his left foot readily in the stirrup. He easily vaulted himself up and into the saddle, settling with one leg on either side of the big bay animal. Securing his boots in the stirrup, Benjamin picked up the reins and began his ride. It had been a while since Benjamin and Trigger had last accompanied one another in a leisurely ride. This wasn't quite leisurely- they were in an indoor arena commonly used for simple riding lessons and the occasional dressage practice- but it was still normal riding. No jumps to clear. No hurdles to overcome. He and his horse could just relax, and enjoy the ride. Benjamin eased the gelding into a walk, slow at first, but gaining speed until he was trotting easily towards the arena walls. At about a horse's length away from the walls, he turned Trigger inwards and led him along the outside at a rhythmic pace. "Good job, Trig. There ya go. Good boy." Right away, Benjamin felt a flush of embarrassment for treating his horse like a dog instead of a partner. He led Trigger into a steady canter, and continued their trek around the perimeter. "Way to go, big guy. You've got it," he coaxed as they rode. I still try to find my place in the diary of jane WORDS: four five seven TAGGED: anyone who wants to rp OUTFIT: worn out jeans and a pale green polo top MUSIC: 'old school' by hedley NOTES: not my best work template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0

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[lauren carson cupello]

Carson led Cario to the indoor arena, smiling as she remembered the last time she’d entered an indoor arena- it’d been a charity event at spruce meadows and she could here the announcer still. Here comes the dynamic duo, don’t be fooled by their size! Or her hair colour for that matter! Put your hands together to welcome Carson Cupello and Cario Z into the jumper ring!” He’d then continued to spout off random facts about the charity she was riding for- the ladybug foundation, that was geared towards helping the homeless. Carson smiled at the thought, the way the crowd had been on the edge of their seats as she’d pushed Cario to a new level, and as the mare bucked after a long spot to an oxer. It’d been the highlight of the night, well that and coming second at a height Cario had never shown at before. The mare was a total joy ride, with a few doses of attitude, and Carson never left a show unhappy. Sometimes she failed to meet Carson’s expectations, but then somebody always came up to her amazed that such a small horse could jump such big fence.

Cario snorted in disgust as she saw another rider in the ring and Carson rolled her eyes, this mare had some major issues. She led her to the mounting block- since it’s never easy to mount a horse when you barely stand 5’3”- and eased herself into the saddle that was moulded perfectly to her. It was Carson’s favourite out of her three saddles, but it was also custom unlike the other two. It’d been a present after winning her first Grand Prix, just like every other nice piece of equipment she had- they all came after winning a big class. It was Carson’s way of rewarding herself, since she never randomly spent money on herself. It was strange how reserved of a lifestyle she lived- okay, she drove a BMW which isn’t exactly reserved- but considering how she grew up Carson was really ‘normal’. She had a fabulous job, got paid to ride horses and never lived pay check to pay check yet she didn’t live lavishly. She owned a nice car, a nice house but she didn’t flaunt her money. She had it, but like her mother she was more apt to donate it to a charity then she was to spend it on a new wardrobe of designer clothes that she’d never wear. She had to admit it, her mother was an amazing person who had done a great job raising her- especially considering everything Carson had put her mom through at some points. Thankfully, she’d grown up since then- though she had to admit seventeen was more fun then twenty seven- nobody pestered you about things like marriage or kids.

Carson pushed the mare into a trot, the mares stride taking her across the arena effortlessly but Cario sucked back the minute she was asked to frame. “Seriously Cario?” asked Carson as she rolled her eyes and tapped the mare with the whip a few times- the start to their usual fight before Cario would give in and listen. The mare snorted and sucked back more, and when another crack of the whip came she let out her usual buck- small to Carson, massive to anybody that hadn’t met the lovely mare and her bag of tricks. Carson’s crop connected with the mare again until the mare stopped bucking and finally went forward- with nothing but a sour look on her face when she was asked for a nice frame. Cario had always been special, despite the fact anybody could ride her- well, as long as they didn’t ask her to work. Cario would flat and jump a small course with anybody- but to have pace or ask for spots, or anything the resembled Cario not just having fun, meant a huge fight. Everything was a fight with this mare- except for when Carson put her on course. When the jobs got big, Carson’s leg was pressed into her sides and Cario heard the announcer she became a whole different horse- just remember to hang on, since this mare takes over jumping to a whole new level.

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[benjamin spencer young]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] as I burn another page, as I look the other way A wave of movement near the same entrance the pair had used just minutes before caught Benjamin's eye. He pulled on Trigger's reins gently and let out a soft "woah" to slow him down, squinting in the direction of the open doorway in time to see Lauren Cupello and her trusty steed Cario joined him in the indoor arena. All of a sudden, Benjamin felt silly, childish even. Here he was, lazily astride Trigger in his faded, outdated clothing and sitting in a saddle that, though it was brand new, was not the kind of saddle you'd wear to a prestigious event. From the moment she entered, Lauren seemed clean cut and straight as an arrow. Her facial expression gave him the idea that she knew her place in this world, and wasn't afraid to show it. Benjamin suddenly realized he had been staring, and looked back down at Trigger. The bay gelding had been growing restless- he hated being forced to stand still with a rider on his back, and had begun to shift uneasily from foot to foot. Benjamin wasn't sure why; he had learned to accept his horse's unusual traits and quirks. He was no veterinarian, or horse whisperer- he probably couldn't decipher half the meanings of half the things Trigonometry did in a single day. It was futile to try and understand the feisty equine, and Benjamin knew it. "Lauren, isn't it?" Benjamin projected his voice loud enough so that she could hear it in the other half of the arena, but not too loud as to seem arrogant or boastful. He let the corner of his mouth turn upward in a half-grin, a sort of smirk. He let his eye's drop to regard the horse she rode, a petite bay mare that he recognized as Cario. He had seen the same mare around the barn before, hadn't he? She was a tiny thing, about a hand shorter than Trigger, but when he laid eyes on her, he could tell right away that she had spirit. He looked back at Lauren, and spoke again. "Lovely little mare you've got there," he nodded at Cario, which might have been a stupid gesture, seeing as Lauren was riding her at the moment, and he had basically nodded at the both of them for no particular reason. Benjamin shook the thought aside and urged Trigger forward a few steps, so that he stood close enough to the two that he didn't have to shout. He eased the Thoroughbred to a stop about two horse-lengths away from Cario and Lauren, waiting for some sign of acknowledgement. I still try to find my place in the diary of jane WORDS: 436 TAGGED: Lauren, I guess OUTFIT: worn out jeans and a pale green polo top MUSIC: 'old school' by hedley NOTES: He's calling her Lauren because he's not familiar with her, and doesn't know that she usually goes by Carson xP By the way, I'm really sorry if this post is crappy It's been a while since I've last roleplayed template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0

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[lauren carson cupello]

Carson brought the mare to a collected trot and looked up as she heard a voice, having forgot that she was in fact sharing the arena. She lifted her eyes to the other pair and said “Um, yeah but I go my middle name Carson”. She was so used to schooling by herself that she’d really lost all arena manners- in fact, she lost everything but her professionalism lately. She clung to it child clung to their baby blanket- it was her safety net. If she was professional and never personal nobody could get under her skin, unravel her secrets and screw her over again. It worked best for everyone, since she didn’t need friendship- it only ended in a hell hole of drama and back stabbing. She’d come to the conclusion that everybody but family was out to hurt you- and even they couldn’t be counted on. The only way Carson trusted somebody is if she dissected their personality and was aware of all the ways they could use her to benefit them- and then she just derailed all plans. It was fairly simple actually, and a bit sad, but it kept her a float- it kept her from loosing everything.

Carson pushed the mare into a canter, her tail swished and she didn’t move off her leg immediately so Carson brought her back to the trot. Transition work was this mares worst nightmare, and with her ears pinned Cario did trot to canter transitions all the way around the ring until she stopped ignoring Carson’s leg and thinking that she was the boss. Carson pushed the mare into a nice canter and allowed herself to sit in a modified three point since the mare had a tendency to throw a fit if you sat on her back too hard. She’d learned that on course you could sit, but on the flat it wasn’t worth the headache. She’d never thought she of all people would do things to avoid headaches, but the mare didn’t just throw a fit- she’d throw your whole ride away if you pissed her off enough. The mare was stubborn, ignorant and the kind of horse you truly had to think about the bigger picture. She wasn’t a good ride, a fun ride or an easy ride- but she was a winning ride if you rode her the way she wanted to be ridden. Sadly, that meant convincing her that everything you ask for is actually her idea.

“She’s a bit special, but she jumps around nicely” said Carson as she patted the mare on the neck, bringing her to a walk and noticing that the pair was closing in on them. Maybe it was the detective in her, the female or just that fact she was going mentally insane but she hated the close proximity, she’d preferred if he’d simply stayed on the other side of the ring- forever. She smiled at him politely, faked her comfort effortlessly- since it wasn’t that hard when your whole life had been turned into fitting into a cookie cutter mould and hiding every emotion you had that wasn’t happiness. She just hated being in positions where she didn’t have an obvious upper hand, where she felt even slightly exposed. For some reason she felt that here, and it was making her skin crawl. Carson breathed, and forced herself to get over it- he was probably one of the nicest people in this place and she was having a melt down because her wanted to talk to her. “What do you do with her? Or him?” asked Carson casually as she forced herself to get over it. She encountered danger on a daily basis, she couldn’t be afraid of the entire male race. Plus, he was practically a stranger- she wouldn’t feel any harm in kicking his ass if she needed to. Not that she had thought of worse case scenarios or anything..

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