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In the heart of Minnesota, there is an old horse stable. Swift Creek stables, to be exact. It is a beautiful place, but is in danger of being closed down for mining porposes. It was built on a huge place, filled with Iron and Taconite underground. The stable is looking for riders, It needs to start winning competitions in order to stay open. Kathy, the ranch owner, has asked you to join. Do you accept?


Riding trails:
Forest Trail: http://www.chuckbryant.com/images/event ... forest.jpg
Beach: http://img.ehowcdn.com/article-new/ehow ... 00x800.jpg
Field: http://www.visualphotos.com/photo/1x374 ... 3W4537.jpg
Lady slipper hillside: http://farside.areavoices.com/farside/i ... g_west.JPG

Riding Arenas:
Outdoor: http://www.halefieldstud.com/img/galler ... ena_07.jpg
Indoor: http://www.olympiasteelbuildings.ca/ima ... nas-lg.jpg

Bios
Human:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Best skill with horses(2):
Other pets(Dog,Cat,Hamster,etc.):
Other:
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Horses:

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Breed:
Best skill:
Show name(Optional):
Other:
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Please join!

Name: Blaine
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Personality: Tomboyish, Fearless, and is a bad girl. She wears black and is always wearing some kind of chain neclace.
Best skill with horses(2): Barrel Racing and Cross Country
Other pets(Dog,Cat,Hamster,etc.): Yellow Lab, Murphy

Other: Blaine's mom, Kathy, owns the stable and their family owns 11 horses altogether.
Pic:


Name: Charlie
Age: 5 1/2
Gender: Male
Breed: Arabian
Best skill: Barrel Racing and Cross country
Show name(Optional): Wasp
Other: Show name is Wasp because Charlie is know to be a fighter, and is agressive
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Hey,

If you're still interested in this RP situation, then I'm interested, too.

NAME: Jacklyn Gerard
AGE: 13
GENDER: Female
PERSONALITY: Witty, physically fearless, and daring!
BEST SKILL(S) WITH HORSES: Jumping!
OTHER PETS: A black cat named Spooky Pie!

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PHOTO CREDIT: cdn.attackofthecute.com/September-01-2011-22-25-08-iamthecrimeocclumensclinicolourvia.jpeg

OTHER: Jacklyn is a witty, daring girl with both red hair and a desire to be physically active! She's an upper-middle-class girl, but SHE chooses her friends, and she enjoys the company of interesting people. She is Blaine's next door neighbor, but she and Blaine haven't become true friends yet, even though she admires the older girl.

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PHOTO CREDIT: grandriver

HORSE'S NAME: Biff
AGE: 3
GENDER: Male
BREED:Clydesdale
BEST SKILL: Jumping!
SHOW NAME: Over That Hurdle
OTHER: Although Biff is a purebred, Jacklyn found him when he was an abandoned, one -year-old horse! At first, he was truly scared, but, after about a year's worth of Jacklyn's patience (Patience that was quite ironic for Jacklyn! LOL!), he began to trust her, and soon, he was her best friend. He is finally excelling at Jacklyn's favorite equestrian skill, jumping hurdles!

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PHOTO CREDIT: http://www.hare-hill-shire.de

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The sun rose slowly that summery Sunday morning, and Jacklyn yawned, stretching widely, wanting to ride, rather than to get ready for church! As she stared at the plain alarm clock, an idea struck her, and she nearly leaped out of bed; tossing her pajamas to the floor, she scrambled to get into her worn, mud-smudged riding practice outfit, which consisted of a pair of too-big pants, a rope belt, a dirty, grey tank top, and her father's old, black boots.

Taking a look at herself in the mirror, Jacklyn smiled like a proper lady, then stuck her tongue out at herself, giggling as she made her way back to the bedroom window above her bed. Climbing atop the bed with total silence, Jacklyn lifted the window slowly, edging her thin body through the tight space, and landing with a small sound on the grass.

Running, Jacklyn allowed the cold morning air to whip through her hair and face with refreshing ice as she made her way to the stable. Pulling the door open, Jacklyn paused.

"Hey, Biff!", she whispered. The grey Clydesdale whinnied softly, but he did not approach her.

"Hey, there, Biffy Boy!", she whispered. "Come on over here and see me." Glancing about cautiously, Jacklyn grinned, giggling cheerily.

" I could arrange for one of Mom's carrots for you, sweet boy!", she said slyly, raising one eyebrow. Another soft whinny followed a brief silence, and, by and by, the sound of gently measured hoofs became more audible. When Biff was in view, Jacklyn smiled broadly.

"Are you ready to jump today, sweet Biff?"

Soon, the two were walking along the path to Mom's garden. Standing before Biff, Jacklyn held out both of her hands, in order to silently signal to the horse that he'd best not follow her. Tiptoeing around her mother's handywork, she chose a carrot, and, plucking it from the ground, she placed it in her oversized pocket.

"That was your reward!", she intoned, winking at the horse as she led him to the fenced-in pasture. The air bent coldly, yet sweetly towards the pair as they walked through the oft-eaten grass of the big pasture area. Jacklyn glanced impulsively towards her right, ever impressed by the sight that she saw each day.

That perfect Arabian was there, as always, flicking its tail carelessly, and refusing to look at anybody. In a few minutes, his worry-free, church-free owner, Blaine, would appear with a huge apple, or a handful of oats, or an entire ear of corn, or something besides a carrot, and she would actually RUN towards HER horse, without even dropping whichever treat she was presenting him with.

For several minutes, Jacklyn just stared across the gnarly wooden fence at her neighbor's horse. Then, at the same moment during which Biff nudged Jacklyn, Blaine appeared, racing towards her horse with some type of a treat in her hand.


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

Ooc: Yes, of course!! Lets RP! Sorry, I haven't been on lately. Also could you post a picture, link or describe what your characters look like.

IC: Blaine awoke early. She layed in bed for atleast ten extra minutes thinking about her sister, Morgan. She had just lost her horse, Redd. He was a beautiful paint horse, around three years old. Morgan won the horse in 2009, and Redd was her whole world. You could tell by the way she spoke to him.

The girls took Redd out to get him all freshened up for the fair, little did they know, this would be the day Redd joined the Lord's herd up in heaven. Morgan led him out on his halter and he all of a sudden started tripping. He couldn't stay on his feet, and Redd died before he even hit the ground. Morgan screamed. She rushed to his side and listened for a pulse. Nothing. She burst into tears and threw her arms around Redd's neck.
Before she went inside to change out of her riding clothes, Morgan whispered something into Redd's ear. "Run free, Redd. You gave me the best few years of my life, Fly high in heaven."

Blaine threw on her riding clothes, grabbed a giant apple and sprinted out the door. "Charlie!!" She shouted. She saw her magnificent Arabian looking straight at her. He flicked his tail and pawed the ground. Blaine ran at the horse, showing no fear. She loved this horse and would give anything to be with him every day of her life.

"Charlie boy, I've got a treat for you." She said hiding the apple behind her back.

Annoyed, Charlie attempted to nip at Blaine's hair through the fence. Blaine laughed, and pushed his nose away. "No, now Charlie, settle down." She smiled and gave him the apple. As Blaine turned around, she saw her neighbor with her horse. Blaine smiled and waved slightly before disappearing into the shed which held all of Charlie's tack. "Hmm.." she thought. "Lets ride bareback today."

She opened the metal gate, and Blaine reappeared with Charlie's bridle in her hand. "Charlie, lets get ready to go!" She slipped the bridle over his head, put the bit in his mouth and tightend it up.

Blaine lifted herself up onto the horse. Charlie was excited, and ready to run. He pranced around in two large circles and whinnied a few times. "Where shall we ride today boy? In the field?" Blaine asked.

Charlie whinnied in agreement, and galloped off toward the crick. He easily cleared the it and tossed his head to show his excitement.

Blaine laughed, enjoying the ride. "Go Charlie, GO!!" She shouted, holding one hand up in the air. "Whoo-Hoo!! Yeah!!" She was having a great time.

Jacklyn watched Blaine and Charlie fly across the field, and, suddenly, she was struck with a sort of sorrow. Why had Blaine barely spoken to her?

Sighing, she raced forward through her own yard, trying to catch up to her idol, all the while feeling Biff's hoofs next to her. She ran until her legs could no longer keep up with her mind, until she leaned against the fence that divided her property and that of her neighbor.

Biff's gentle nudge urged her to turn around, and she held the horse's face in her arms, whispering, "SOMEDAY we'll catch up to them, Biff. Someday!"

As her thoughts turned to Blaine, Jacklyn felt herself drawing dangerously close to a bout of crying. Why did Blaine have to be so mysteriously perfect, and yet so distant in her idealism? Blaine's chestnut brown hair always whipped so rebelliously in the wind, and her eyes were the exact color of ripe olives. She could stay outdoors for hours, and yet, her Goth fair skin always seemed flawless. She got to wear chains, wrist bands, the color black, wild jewelry, AND a confident, careless attitude, and she DIDN'T have to go to church...EVER!

"Oh, but I have to be like MORGAN!", sulked Jacklyn, rolling her eyes at Biff with a laugh. Morgan liked horses, just as Blaine did, but Jacklyn's parents were always talking Jacklyn's ear off about what a "good girl" Morgan was, about how clean her clothes were, about what a "superb influence" she was!

"I don't WANT to be like Morgan!", declared Jacklyn. She looked towards the open field. "I want to be like Blaine!", she said. "I want to wear my favorite color: BLACK! I want to skip church...or gain or lose a few pounds at will, or...or run away with you, Blaine, and Charlie FOREVER, and leave Mom and Dad AND Morgan behind!"

She looked deep into the Clydesdale's eyes.

"Do you think that BLAINE would go for that scheme?", she asked, kissing the top of the horse's nose softly. Looking towards the sky, Jacklyn realized that the hours were flying, and she made her way back towards her bedroom window.
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NOTE: You can continue the story so that you're writing about Sunday afternoon (sometime after church has ended), if you want to do that.


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

OOC: I just started an new horse RP if you're intrested. ITs called "See you at the show"

IC: Blaine slowed Charlie down to a trot then looked to the east. "See that there Charlie? Looks like there's a storm coming." She patted his neck and pulled back on the reins to bring Charlie to a stop, then slid off her horse. She sat down in the soft grass and closed her eyes. Some how, she fell asleep.

Blaine awoke about an hour later, and it was sprinkling. Charlie was still standing next to her, grazing. "Oh, Gosh! I'm so sorry Charlie!!" She rubbed her eyes and climbed back up on her horse. "Lets get a quick ride in!" Blaine said and kicked Charlie slightly and off they went towards the woods.

Charlie and Blaine were flying through the woods. It was Charlie's favorite place to run. Dodging trees, and seeing all the squirrels and deer and somtimes even a chipmunk. He whinnied to show how much he was enjoying the ride. A smile appeared on Blaine's face, She laughed and laughed. It was so fun riding through the woods, especially with Charlie.

The pair started to head back. It started raining harder every minute, and Blaine would ocasionaly see lightning off in the distance. "Come on Charlie, We need to get back!" Blaine shouted over the wind. "It's getting pretty bad!!"

Charlie started to gallop again. You could see the barn and pasture through the fog, they were finally home.

Blaine took the bridle off of Charlie and brushed him real quick. She put Charlie in his stall, and gave him an apple. "Good ride today boy." Blaine said as she ran her fingers through his mane. Then, A huge clap of thunder boomed outside. "Woah.. Scary, eh Charlie?" Blaine said patting her horse.

Jacklyn looked out of the window of her family's shiny car as it neared the garage. Today's sermon had been about repentance about secret desires, covetous thoughts, and disobedient acts; Jacklyn certainly knew a great deal too much about what it was to be "a sinner of epic proportions." She wanted to rip the little gold heart pendant from her neck, because it felt like a shiny collar. She wanted to soak the perfect flip curl right out of her red hair. She wanted somebody, or something, to pee all over her pink dress, so that she'd never, ever be able to wear it again! If she was going to be collared, the collar would have to be black, with a silver horse charm dangling from it. If she was going to wear her hair in a special way, it was going to be black and wild! If she was going to wear a dress, it should be black, or at least grey, and slightly mature for the likes of a 13-year-old "innocent"!

Upon the very instant during which the car stopped, the girl raced into the house, and right into her room, before her mother had a chance to remind her to change into some more casual clothes. Resisting the urge to take a pair of scissors to her church dress, Jacklyn hung it up in her closet, and she changed back into her favorite outfit, which smelled wonderfully of Biff!

Yanking her hair through a ponytail holder, the wild child set out to see Biff, Charlie, and perhaps even Blaine! When she approached Biff, she couldn't see either Charlie or his mistress! Searching the property with her eyes, Jacklyn groaned loudly, disgusted with her bad luck.

Suddenly, a girl approached the fence; she was coming from Blaine's house, and she looked perfect, as though she'd been to church!

Oh, great!, thought Jacklyn. Hide yourself, before Morgan the Princess sees you!
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NOTE: How old is Morgan, anyway? Is she the older sister of Blaine, or is she Blaine's little sister?


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

OOC: She's 19, and looks nothing like Blaine. She has a lighter color of brown hair, and brown eyes. She has two horses. Jamil, a shiny black Arabian, and Hershey Cocoa, a dark bay Arabian.

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Blaine heard a car pull up outside. She peeked outside the barn. The neighbors had just arrived home from church, and Morgan had shown up, too. She was walking over to the fence that separated the two properties with her horse, Jamil. She led Charlie out on his halter, following Morgan. "Hey Morgy, How are you?" Blaine asked. Morgan turned her head then shook it. "I miss Redd. I don't want to talk about it." She said. "Can I ask how Jamil is doing then?" Blaine asked. 'You need to open up. Redd's not coming back, So just don't think about him...' Blaine wanted to say.

Morgan gave Blaine a stern look then a grin appered on her face. "Jamil is doing great. He loves to run, Just like Charlie." She said, looking at Jamil and then petting his soft nose. The sisters continued to walk toward the fence. The younger girl was outside with her horse. Blaine remembered her from earlier when she had gone off riding this morning. The rain had stopped and it was starting to clear up.

Jacklyn watched as the neighbor sisters talked to each other, all the while eating the PB&J sandwich that her mother had brought outside to her. Biff approached, and she broke a piece of her sandwich off for him, letting him eat it out of her hand as she surveyed the other two girls.

The sight of the horse-loving sisters was akin to watching night and day in living color! The younger sister, Blaine, was clearly Night, with her dark, rebellious looks, while Morgan was the picture of All-America, Country Western perfection; her neat, brown ponytail was permanently married to straight-legged jeans, an expensive Western belt, a simple shirt, and a light-weight jeans jacket. Even the girls' styles of walking were different! While Blaine's walk exuded careless confidence, Morgan walked casually, but with steps that were somehow measured.

Who DO I want to be?, wondered Jacklyn. Both of them are so mature, and so perfect, in totally different ways! She finally looked at Biff, who whinnied expectantly.

"Well, OKAY, then!", she said laughingly. "Let's get their attention already!" Throwing a bit of crust onto the ground, Jacklyn flew towards the barn, retrieving the riding gear. She suited Biff up as quickly as she could, and then, she rushed behind the barn to fetch one of the man-made hurdles that her father had constructed out of wood and astroturf. Biff loved to leap over those astroturf-covered structures!

The other two girls stood at the fence, talking, so Jacklyn lugged the heavy hurdle far across the pasture, and, as she raced back to get Biff, she called out, "Hey, Blaine! Morgan! Watch THIS!"


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

"Hmm?" Blaine turned her head and saw the neighbor girl, dragging a hurdle across her yard. "What are you doin'?" She asked. The girl hadn't heard her, she was busy getting up on her big grey horse. "He's a pretty horse.." Morgan whispered to Blaine. Blaine nodded, "Yea, He's good lookin'." She said.

Charlie whinnied to the big grey horse. He tossed his head and pawed the ground anxciously. "Charlie, Calm down there boy.." Blaine said, stroking his soft nose. Just then, The girl on the beautiful grey horse took off, and cleared the hurdle with no problem at all. "Woah, She's pretty good." Blaine thought. "Hey, Come over here!" Blaine called to the girl.

At first, Jacklyn thought that she was dreaming. Her idol hadn't just called to her, had she? For a moment, she kept her eyes on Biff.

"We actually CLEARED it, thank Heaven!", she sighed, breathless and flushed. Kissing the top of Biff's nose, the red-haired girl giggled, smiling to herself. Then she turned to face the next door sisters, one of whom was staring at her with wide, expectant green eyes.

Straightening herself as much as she could, Jacklyn walked confidently towards the fence, leading a snorting, energized Biff behind her. When she reached the fence, the 13-year-old leaned against it self-assuredly, placing her elbow upon its top rung.

"Did you want to ask me something?", she inquired, wondering a moment later exactly what KIND of an impression her bold attitude was making on her perfect idol.

Blaine laughed, and Jacklyn forced her smile to become more modest.


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

"How old are you?" Blaine questioned. She brushed the hair from her face and looked back at Morgan."You look pretty young, and quite a good rider for your age." Morgan said to the girl. "Wait, your names Jacklyn, right? Mind if I show you what me and Charlie can do?" Blaine asked, running her fingers through Charlie's thick mane.

Jacklyn nodded and smiled. "Just let me get him ready." Blaine said, running back to the barn with Charlie following. She grabbed his saddle and placed it on his back then strapped it up. Then, she took Charlie's bridle. "Ready to run boy?" Blaine asked, as she slipped the bridle over his head.

Once Charlie was tacked up, Blaine climbed up into the saddle and trotted him over to the fence. "Are you ready for this?" She asked Jacklyn backing Charlie up to the pasture gate, 38 yards away.

Blaine kicked Charlie twice for him to canter, then once more to gallop. She leaned forward so he could go faster and over the little three foot fence they flew right into Jacklyn's yard. "Do not ever try that untill you are for sure you can do it. Your horse it big enough but you need to be careful for you and your horse's safety." Blaine warned. Then she smiled and asked "What did you think?"

"Wow!", exclaimed Jacklyn, feeling slightly jealous, and strangely dismissed. "I didn't know that you and Charlie liked to jump...or that you were so GOOD at it!" She brushed a stray hair from across her eye.

"Of course," she said braggingly, "I'M only 13, but I'm SURE that BIFF and I will be MUCH better jumpers by NEXT year!"

The older girl gave her a curious, strange glance, as though she believed her to be the most immature little baby on planet Earth.

Laughing, Jacklyn lowered her eyes subserviently.

"I WISH that Biff and I were as good of jumpers as you and CHARLIE, but we're getting BETTER every DAY...and...maybe if...if we could come over and..."

Blaine gave her a blank, questioning stare this time. Good!, thought Jacklyn. You're doing better.

"If we could come over and practice our jumping...with you and Charlie..."

Morgan had been gazing out across Jacklyn's property, but now she glared right at the younger girl, uttering a disapproving "Huh!"

Jacklyn ghasped in shock. Her eyes shifted from Blaine to Morgan, as she tried to decide what she should say, and how she ought to say it.

Morgan just leaned forward, against the fence, narrowing her eyes at Jacklyn, until the younger rider sighed, smiling right at Blaine.

"Would you mind if I ever wanted to bring Biff over for some practice jumping?", she inquired, allowing her eyes to settle upon Morgan for only a brief second, before shifting them towards her idol.


See Ya' Later,
Dixie Baby

OOC::// may I join perhaps?

Ooc: Yes of course you can.

IC: Blaine smiled. "We run cross country, but this fence is pretty simple. I could teach you if you'd like." She offered. "Come on over." Blaine rode Charlie through the small gate that connected the two properties. "Hup!" She yelled. Charlie sped up his pace and hurried over to the barn where they kept the hurdles. Blaine and Morgan had tied ropes to the hurdles and a loop on the end of the rope to put around the saddle horn. Morgan was already pulling one into the backyard. Blaine did the same.