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Post by Brian Romano on Jul 17, 2009 23:03:53 GMT -6
the course
Clickie for an ugly map!
1. 2'9" vertical, red and white with two ground poles and a middle bar, one on either side.
2. 2'9" oxer, red and white, 1ft spread, two ground poles, one on either side.
3. 3' crossrail, narrow jump, blue and gold with a colorful flowerbox to set the height.
4. 2'9" swedish oxer with a third bar, blue and gold with a colorful flowerbox (two slanting bars that make a crossrail and then a straight one slightly higher, this one at 3')
5. 3'3" elevated crossrail, purple and green (as in the rails don't sit at the bottom) with a ground pole and a white flowerbox underneath.
6. 2'9" going to 3'3" triple bar, purple and green with a small fake purple and green brick box underneath.
7. A 3' barrel, painted maroon with SAS spraypainted on. Three foot spread - watch out!
8. Roundback to a 3' red brick wall (fake collapsable bricks, of course hon!)
the rulings
X. The winner will be decided by the following
---role play skill (details, not just spitting back what we gave you)
---realism, nobody is perfect!
---knowledge of jumping and horseback riding in general
X. How the IC event would be decided (if in real life, just so you guys can use it to meat up the post)
---GOAL: fewest faults
---knocking down a pole = 4 faults
---refusal of a jump = 4 faults
---seconds over the time limit of 53 seconds = 1 fault for each second
---SO.... faster, braver, and better jumpers will win!
the prize
X. Bragging rights OOC && IC
X. IC
---mullah!
---ribbons
X. OOC
---a smexxaay spot on the award wall!
Now Nylababe has some stuff to tell yall.
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Post by Melena Redd on Jul 18, 2009 11:49:40 GMT -6
Melena Redd * [/i][/b][/color][/size][/font] The tired wheels of Melena's surprisingly old car crunched over the graveled driveway that lead to a large, mansion-like house that Melena could only guess belonged to whoever owned this stables. Honestly, she didn't know much about this place, only knew that they were famous for their competitions and that she would be an idiot to turn down the invitation she'd received from them.
Parking next to the cars that looked the least shiny and new, Melena hopped out of her car and looked around. It was quite early in the morning, but thanks to Summer, the sun was already up and lighting the world. It didn't help her nearly as much as the coffee that she clutched, though, which had yet to completely kick in.
After walking towards the cluster of buildings that had to be the stables, Melena found herself looking into a separate building apparently dedicated to holding an indoor arena and a row of benches set up like bleachers for those who wanted to watch. Peaking over to the left, she saw where the horses were to enter with their riders, and then she scurried inside and went to sit down on the first row of seats. The competition had yet to start, the announcers yet to arrive, but Melena figured everyone was still getting ready. Was she the only one panning on simply watching?
Melena wasn't that interested in show jumping anymore, yes, but she had talked to some people from Riverglass Ranch, and she knew that at least a small group was going to come. So, of course, she had come to cheer them on. She'd even made of flag with the stable's name on it, though she wasn't sure how lame that was, so she had just left it in her black purse.
One person walked in, examined the course that had been set up, and then left. Melena frowned, feeling ignored. Well, at least everything here was well thought out. Then she smiled and waited for things to begin.
A few minutes passed, and someone else came in, looking much less fancy and a tad older, maybe in her mid-forties. She too looked around, but this time, once seeing Melena, she walked over to the bleachers. "Hello, I'm Sarah. You're just here to watch?"
"Um, yes, and cheer my stables on. I'm Melena. Melena Redd."
"Oh, I've heard of you! Riverglass Ranch, eh? Good luck!" she said, then walked away.
Melena raised an eyebrow. What was that suppose to mean? Oh, well, it didn't matter. They were just here to have fun, and she planned on honoring whoever won the highest place from her stables with a special ribbon anywho.
Finally, the announcers came out, and more people, probably family and friends of those competing, poured in. They all wore designer clothes and plenty of jewelry, and Melena felt odd in her regular t-shirt and skinny jeans. She held her purse to her stomach to cover up the design, which was a sort of scribbled monkey. The announcers tested the microphones, explained the simple facts of the show, and then it began.
EDIT-NOTE i'd like it if we kept one post per person, so it's like a in-and-out deal. it'll just be cleaner, simpler, and less cluttered that way. mingling will happen at the after party. thanks! :)[/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia Scar on Jul 18, 2009 16:43:57 GMT -6
post coming soon!
oooo ana and i cant wait ^^
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Post by ||Adrianne ~ Summers|| on Jul 22, 2009 9:53:10 GMT -6
Adrianne Summers
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Southern Belles Harmony The jet black truck driven by the long haired blonde girl crunched over the gravel of the stable's driveway. The truck turned and pulled into the drive of the stable. Behind the truck was a white two horse trailer. The truck was stopped and then the engine was killed. The girl unclipped her seatbelt and grabbed the light pink lead rope out of the passenger seat of the truck before opening the cab door and stepping out. She pulled the parking break before she closed the door and opened the back door of the trailer. The light gray horse whinnied at her from the back of the trailer. Melody smiled and let down the ramp, walking up into the trailer. She unclipped the trailer tie and clipped on the lead rope. The mare was led out of the trailer and then tied to the side of trailer. The mare snorted and then let out a call to the other horses around.
Adrianne knew that Harmony wasn't that wonderful of a jumper yet. They probably needed more training, but this was a great chance. And maybe they could place. The girl undid the buckles on the light pink silky sheet and undid the pink polo wraps, throwing them in the back of the trailer. She undid the tail wrap and tossed it in the back of the trailer. NOT FINISHED |
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Post by jayden cooper • on Jul 24, 2009 12:07:52 GMT -6
  just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -The place was crowded with people, many of them wandering around dressed up to their eyeballs in designer material. The goddamn idiots were walking all over the field designated for parking, unloading and taking care of the horses. The driver of a battered red Range Rover which had a two-horse trailer attatched to it pressed down on the horn forcefully. It turned a few heads and thankfully succeeded in its goal; to make the people shift. With a mock wave of thanks the driver eased into the space. Luckily it was near an oak tree which would be perfect for shade. Turning the ignition off, the driver opened the door and jumped out. The tall eighteen year old youth ignored the dirty looks from the disgruntled people he'd just forced to move and headed towards the back of his trailer. Although technically it wasn't his trailer; he'd rented the car and trailer from the ranch for a couple of hundred dollars he didn't have. So he'd 'borrowed' a little cash from his mother's bank account (He'd learnt the pin years ago.) What did it matter? Either way, he was here now. The scruffy black haired youth lowered the ramp on the trailer and walked up. Jay, as the badass was known as, carefully untied his horse and after checking her over for any scrapes led her out into the sunshine.
Even if he did say so himself, the mare was beautiful. She was a Dutch Warmblood; one of the breeds most commonly used in Olympic showjumping. In fact, she was a fine specimen of the breed. Pelt was a bronzed bay with a healthy sheen to it. On her forehead there was a 'star' - actually a short line of white - which broke up the colouring. Mane and tail, which were groomed to perfection, were of an ebony black colouring. She was bred from a long line of showjumpers who had been champions in their prime. Clearly she had the potentional to achieve great things. And the first step was the SAS show. But she would only place if she managed to remain courageous; in training she would sometimes falter at the larger jumps. Jay had great faith in the mare, however. Although he had only bought her a month ago, he felt a connection with the beautiful mare. Her name showed that she could truly soar to victory: Fly With Me. Jay had took to calling her Flight which she seemed to take to readily. The male ran his hand down the mare's neck before proceeding to undo the travel bandages on her legs. Thankfully she hadn't been knocked about on the drive here although Jay certainly had. Jay undid the travel rug buckle that secured the rug around her chest before moving onto the underbelly straps and finally undoing the strap beneath her tail. That done he tossed it into the trailer and began to remove the wrap protecting Flight's tail. Jay picked up his Albion KB Competition bridle from it's rack and layed it on the ground beside Flight. Carefully and calmly, he undid her halter, leaving the leadrope curled around her neck. Thankfully the six year old had already been trained to remain still when he did this by her previous owner. Jay offered Flight the bit which she took grudgingly and began easing the headpiece over her head, carefully pulling her ears through. Jay carefully eased Flight's black forelock over the bridle browband, taking extra care to make sure her mane wasn't caught in the material. He then fastened the throatlash, making sure that four of his fingers could fit between it and Flight's cheek. . After adjusting her noseband Jay attatched the leadrope to her bit ring and tied her up to the side of the trailer on the sole hook.
Jay had enough time to groom Flight so that she was in perfect condition to go out and impress. Thus he picked up his grooming box from the trailer and laid it down beside the trailer. Jay delved in and came back up with his dandy brush. Flight wasn't that dirty as he'd kept her in last night but he still needed to brush her up a bit. He began to gently remove the little dirt that was there, beginning with the top of her head and moving down her neck. Soon he had removed all dirt from her body so he could move on to his body brush. With that in hand, he began to brush her down with systemetic, gentle strokes. Now she just needed a finishing touch with the cactus cloth to really make her coat shine. After doing this and checking her hooves, Jay was ready to plait her mane. Today he wouldn't plait her tail as it would cut short his warm-up time. Jay picked up his mane comb and pulled her mane to get rid of any long, loose hairs. Soon the mane was in a straight line with a neat look to it. Now he could begin plaiting. Jay didn't do a normal plait but prefered to use a running plait instead. He separated the hair at her crest into three partitions and began to plait, traveling down her neck as he got nearr to completing the plaiting. Now she was ready to roll... Well, as soon as he saddled her up.
Two minutes later Flight was poised for action.
-to be continued with grooming, saddling, warm up and actual course-
NOTES: notes here WORDS: word count TAGGED: taggees here OUTFIT: outfit here CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by Nick Trent on Aug 4, 2009 13:16:53 GMT -6
Nicholas TYSON Trent &&
Fancy As Hell [/color][/center] Black Ford 250 crunched along the gravel that led to the show grounds. A white straight load trailer followed. It was early and the morning and the place already seemed to be packed. People of all ages wandered around. Some were going to pick up their numbers and classes, while others scrambled to bring in hay and tack. Pale hand rose and rubbed his left temple; this was going to be a very long day. With so many people he wasn’t quite sure how his mare would act. She had always been fine back at the barn when Nick was riding with maybe another horse or two. Occasionally she would pin her audits at a passing horse, but never tried to lash out. On the ground however was different; and maybe being around so many horses would cause her to create a riot. This is why Nick chose the single horse shows; where only one horse would have to be in the arena showing at one time. Sure enough any type or form of jumping wasn’t Fancy’s thing. She was good, and could clear just over 4’3, but her landing wasn’t pretty. After each jump she found it necessary to take off. Not crazy, but she would literally run to the next jump. Nick did what he could, but she was a seventeen point one draft mare, while he was a six foot, one hundred and fifty pounds of muscle, but not enough to contain her and get her strides back in order. Usually the duo would do well enough so they could come out in the top five, but first was something that he would never see with Fancy in jumping.
Slowly the truck moved about, avoiding people and their horses, and crazy mothers who yelled at their children. Nick finally shut the engine off in a secluded are in the back barn. Purposefully he had asked for the back barn, knowing the late entries would be here and it would be much quieter than the other three large barns. Nick had released himself from the truck and headed for the trailer. His mare had already begun to throw her usually trailer fit. Daggers made contact with the trailer walls, and terrifying screams were released from deep in her jugular. Scarce people walked by and looked at the trailer as if a beast was in there. You could call her a beast, but that’s because you misunderstood her. You didn’t know her terrible past and what she had seen in four years. Nick was surprised she wasn’t dead already. The thin boy opened the trailer slowly. Calm down girl. His voice was soft and worked immediately. The large mare stopped her kicking and death screams and let her chocolate orbs fall upon Nick. Nostrils quivered as she released a small nicker in his direction. Good girl. Nick said as he quickly clicked the lead rope to her navy blue halter and lead her outside into the crisp morning air. Her dappled grey coat was lathered in sweat from the ride over; nick would have to bathe her before the class this afternoon. It would’ve have been easier to have brought her in the night before, but he wasn’t sure how she would handle that.
Nick led Fancy away from the parked truck and towards the barn. Her step was more of a pranced and her thick boa was arched. Nostrils were set in a wide circumference and snorts came often with every other step. Dock rose and silver locks flailed into the air behind her. You’re acting and looking like an Arabian silly. A pale hand remained on her shoulder for comfort as he led her down the quiet barn aisle. Few people looked at him; acting as if he wasn’t there. That’s because he wasn’t wearing his skinny jeans and piercings, and you couldn’t see his full sleeve of tattoos on his left arms. If he were to be wearing that then perhaps he would be drawing more attention.
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