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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 27, 2007 21:50:31 GMT -5
A young girl walked up to the rail, watching the horses practice. Her almond eyes, etched with thick liner, watched the horses with a calculated look. Though she may only 17, Nicki was bent on becoming a jockey and not just any jockey, no. She was going to be the best. She already fit the discription; small bodied, strong arms, and able to cling to the saddle like a monkey. Her weight was no issue. The highest she ever weighed was 136 pounds and that was when she was confined to bed rest for breaking her leg and fracturing her other ankle. No, this girl was headed for the top.
Nicki watched the prancing devils with love etched into her face. If only she could be a top one of those. Instead, she only had herself, a girl wearing a old rock shirt that, if left at it usual length, could have been a dress on her. It was bunched up and tied with some twine. Her jeans were torn in a few places but still wearable. On her feet were a pair of riding boots, having seen better days. On her back was her backpack filled the essentials, a sketch book, notebook, scrap book, toothbrush, tooth paste, a old towel, and her favorite book, Man o' War, along with a Bryer of the famous racer. Looking around, Nicki headed down the track to some people she saw, glancing at the jockeys once more, a hungered look on her face. |
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jun 27, 2007 21:57:53 GMT -5
Jamie clung to the saddle of the registered Throughbred racer, DayDream. The dapple gray stud raced along. Chris stood at the half-mile post and clicked a stopwatch as the pair raced by, looking at the number, she called:Breeze 'im twice more 'en put 'im on the hot'alker.
Many more jockeys-in-training and grooms lead long-legged Thoroughbred and Quarter Horse racers. From Bays to Appys, every color in the horse rainbow was on the two tracks that made up Crickle Wood's racing stats.
Chris noticed the young girl, scanning her over with critical eyes, finding that she would be a wonderful jockey, if she could ride. She headed twards the teen.Chris Kemp...who are you? She asked, extending a hand. [/blockquote] |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 27, 2007 22:02:42 GMT -5
Nicki looked at her with dark eyes, frowning slightly. But when she gave her name, Nicki extended her own hand and shook the woman's.Just call me Nicki. I don't want my last name anymore, she said, a slight Japanese accent in her voice, almost erased from her years in the US.Do you own this track? she asked, sweeping her hand to the track and the horses.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jun 27, 2007 22:09:00 GMT -5
Chris slightly frowned as the girl said that she didn't want her last name anymore.Okay....Nicki. She said quietly, nodding slightly.Yup. These tracks and the arenas and barns around. Aswell as 1,500 acres of pasture. She commented, scanning oveer the horses that Nicki's hand swept across.
Jamie started walking over to his instructor and friend.I'm finished Ms. Kemp...what'd ya say you wanted me to do? He said, at eighteen, only being in the US for a year, his British accent was deep and loathing.
Chris fowned at her apprentice and student.The hotwalker! On with ya! She said, slapping the rump of the gray slightly, sending him into a jolting trot, Jamie trailing after him. |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 27, 2007 22:18:11 GMT -5
NIcki watched the grey racer go past, a clear sight of hunger in her eyes. But when she looked back at Chris, they were cool and calculated.Ya have some nice racers, she commented, glancing back at the track.Do you need any more jockeys or should I keep on going?
Other stables had turned her down, saying she wasn't the right size or that she wouldn't be able to handle a racer. Not once did they give her a chance to prove herself, nor did they want her too. Oh but someday, someday she would find that horse, the king among kings, the next Man O' War, the one that would leave them in the dust and she would be the one atop that horse. She would fight for that right.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jun 28, 2007 13:36:07 GMT -5
This girl obviously loved to race, maybe it was being in the prescence of the magnificent racers. Chris would never know. What she did know was that this girl wanted to ride, and probably could.Yup, finest from England and Germany. Just raced 'cross th' US. She comment.'fore I answer, can I see you ride? She asked, motioning to a groom that was warming up a firey blood bay Thoroughbred named Hell Flame.
The groom dismounted the stallion, and led him to Chris, the racer obviously was straight Thoroughbred, a dished, yet noble head with a trim and fit bodic.This'n here's Hell Flame. He's two, we're gittin''im ready for the hadicap in Oklahoma t'is comin' Wensday. Chris said, patting the stag's shoulder as she was handed the reins. [/blockquote] |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 28, 2007 20:14:06 GMT -5
Nicki watched the stallion move and catiously circled him, feeling his legs, the muscles in his withers and chest, and looking at his eyes.What's his maximum wiehgt? she asked, running her hand along his neck. He was a beaut, all muscle and speed, what she liked to see in a racer.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jun 28, 2007 21:07:38 GMT -5
The stallion snorted, stamping a forehoof as she ran her hands across his fit body. He turned his head t'wards her and pinned his ears. Chris rapped him on his muzzle for that.Damn horse. She muttered.
She listened to the girl's question intently, a thinking look on her face.One thirty five. She said after much thinking. [/size] |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jun 28, 2007 21:33:04 GMT -5
Nicki nodded, almost absent mindedly as she tested the sturrips. Quick as a flash, she gathered his reins and lept onto his back, her quick feet tucking into the irons and gripping the saddle front. The reins were in her hands as she shrunk down on the stallion's back.Where and what? she simply asked, keeping a gentle but firm grip on the reins, ready to tighten at the sign of trouble.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jul 5, 2007 17:47:26 GMT -5
The nares of the excited Thoroughbred flared as someone lept onto his back, he jolted forth, attempting to throw her off balance, but he was caught by a bit, and by strong legs gripping his forequarters. Chris nodded, impressed.He'll probably be jumpy, but on the tack, an' breeze 'im. She replied simply.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jul 5, 2007 22:02:00 GMT -5
Nicki nodded and tapped his side gently yet firmly, a no nonsense type of tap. She guided him to the track and slipped in onto the race track, keeping a good grip on the reins. The feel of a powerful yet moving body under her made Nicki's heart leap into her throat. Almond eyes focused on the track as they reached the starting gate. There she tried to keep him in a straight line before letting him run, lowering herself even more onto his body.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jul 6, 2007 10:40:09 GMT -5
She watched the Thoroughbred with intese eyes, if this girl could run this horse with a limited amount of problems, she could ride anything a this stable. Hell Flame was the most unruly, firey, and stubborn critter on four legs. But, he went smoothly, his long legs streached out in the "I'm A Thoroughbred And No One Can Beat Me" kind of stride.
As he entered the starting gate, his muscles tensed. He knew what to do. As he was cued, he took off, his long legs lengthing his stride, his head lay low, his ears pinned back by the wind. At the half-mile point, he drew back, knowing this is where he was to stop. |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jul 6, 2007 12:20:24 GMT -5
Nicki slowed him to a easy canter but kept him going, letting him slowly cool down. She could feel the heat of his body rushing between her knees and calves as her body tucked behind his neck. This was what she longed to do all her life, to ride the wind itself.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Jul 6, 2007 21:02:18 GMT -5
His head raised and he let out a mind-blowing whinny. Chris skittered onto the track, about ten yards away from the girl and the unruly horse. Hell Flame slowed into a soft trot, and eventually into a walk, snorting, he knew that this girl had rode him successfully.
Chris made her way to the girl.That was amazing. Hell Flame is the most unruly horse here! She excalimed.You have the job. She finished, smiling brightly. |
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jul 7, 2007 0:52:30 GMT -5
Nicki stroked his neck gently, giving him a kind scratch at that one itchy part of the neck that the teeth couldn't reach.Aw he is just a frisky baby. He's a great mover, she said, patting him once more before literally popping out of the saddle and landing on her feet.Better than the stunt horses I rode. He has a smooth run and a level back. They always managed to hit a bumb on the turns. She held onto the reins and looked at Chris.Where can I find a good grooming kit and some cross ties? she asked.No offense but I don't like letting other people untack and groom a hore I rode. Makes me feel... lazy.
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