ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴘᴇʟᴀɢᴏ ᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛʀɪᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍʏ [⇹] ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ

[. mira .]

[ e l i z a b e t h ]
Elizabeth Conallaire
Female
20
Straight
Crush None (Single)
Horses Sailor, Lorelei
Specialties Eventing, Dressage, Show-jumping
Location Outdoor Fenced Arena
Tags Juliette

Despite other students flocking to the barn, Elizabeth managed to stay hidden in Sailor's stall. She brushed and tacked up the pinto horse. Elizabeth was going to focus on show-jumping. She was pretty sure she'd heard something that Juliette was going to be riding in the outdoor fenced arena, but Eliza would take that chance if it meant quality time working with Sailor on his jumping. Soon, she led Sailor out of his stall. So far he hadn't tried many tricks - except, of course, trying to sneak a treat out of Eliza's pocket - but he probably would soon. The comforting sound of hoofbeats echoed through the barn. Leading Sailor to the arena, she peeked in timidly. Oops. So Juliette was practicing in there today. Elizabeth bit her lip, debating. She wanted privacy, but her parents were always reminding her to be social. She gave up and decided to just go on in. However, she realized that Juliette had just started the course and Elizabeth didn't want to spook her horse. Patiently, the red haired teen watched as Juliette started with ease, then tried to take a shortcut to the oxer. Then she was pulled forwards with a sloppy landing, squashing her decent position. Elizabeth winced. She watched the blonde girl dismount, fix the jump, then get back on.

Sailor and Elizabeth entered the arena. Eliza watched the blonde-haired girl for a moment, then ignored her as she mounted Sailor.
Elizabeth took a look at the course. She figured out how she could make a nice path. Urging Sailor to a walk, then trot, she moved left from the rail, towards the first jump, a moderate-sized cross rail. Sailor packed in a few nice strides then jumped. Elizabeth loved the feeling of jumping, it was like flying through the clouds. She soon moved towards the first jump Jules made. Sailor jumped it with ease. Elizabeth moved forward at a canter, not taking the shortcut like Jules had, getting four smooth strides in before boosting herself over the oxer. When she landed, she smiled, slowing and patting her horse's neck. "Good boy." She whispered. Blushing quickly, she realized that going back over the course Juliette had made a mistake on might have seemed like showing off. The pink crept to her cheeks and she looked away from Jules. Elizabeth eased Sailor onto the rail then picked up a trot. The red haired girl neared Juliette and slowed to a walk. "Hi." She said timidly after a moment. Her blush had started to recede, but she was still a tad embarrassed.

[evixtus]

C H E V Y ֍ J A C K S O N
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[ nineteen ][ female ][crush: none atm][ horses: arin, gunner, tj ][ tags: aspen ]

Indentation Unlocking the small box that she had brought out alongside all of TJ's log pulling equipment, she wiggled her slender fingers into a pair of thick, leather gloves. "Yeah, you're going to need a pair of leather gloves. Just to prevent splinters and stuff. Here, thankfully I have an extra pair." She smiled warmly at Aspen and gently tossed the pair towards her, before turning to triple-check all of her percheron's setup. If she made one mistake, it could cause him, her, or Aspen a fatal injury, and she wasn't in the mood to cause an accident today. Fingers curling against the thick leather, most would have trouble fiddling with the clips on the pulling attire, but Chevy was accustomed and could do it skillfully. She rubbed the broken snaffle between her hands to warm up the cold metal, then let TJ roll it into his mouth with his tongue, chewing on the bit for a moment before he relaxed. "Ready?"

[l i o n.]

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♚‡ A S P E N.
[female ] [19] [delicate flower] [relationship:n/a]
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☞Aspen watched Chevy curiously, her head cocking absently to the side as she glanced into the small box. The girl blinked, bewildered as she saw a pair of gloves coming at her. She broke out of her trance, but it was too late. She managed to snag one glove, but the other tumbled to her feet and she awkwardly shuffled around trying to find it. Finally, she felt it beneath her toe and bent down, snatching the glove and holding it tightly in her fist. Aspen glanced at Chevy, smiling sheepishly at her blunder. Though graceful on a horse, Aspen was not known for her poise out of the saddle. Clearing her throat, the blonde tugged the gloves over her hand, bending and flexing her fingers to adjust the feel of the thick, coarse leather. Her hands felt clumsy and bulky as she ran her hands experimentally against her jacket. After a few moments of entertaining herself, Aspen returned her focus on Chevy, who she realized was ready to go. Grinning, she nodded vigorously. "ready when you are boss!".

[freedom.]

dani
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Dani yawned as she sat up, having just woken up from her nap. She glanced at her watch, the time read 1:02 pm. She gasped and quickly jumped out of bed, grabbing her britches and chaps from the bedside. I overslept! How am I going to have enough time to ride all three of my horses! Changing into her clothes, she multitasked and did her hair at the same time. After 15 minutes, she was done, and she ran out of the house.

[Chaotic Queen]

✖ Alaska ✖

Alaska sighed as she had Hot Cash standing in his stall as she tacked him up. She sighed softly as she put on the bridle before walking out, she then walked to the performance outdoor arena, well one of them as she then saw nobody was in there so she ended up putting her CD player on the fence before taking her remote,
she then mounted Cash before she then pressed play as the song 'We Own It' started she she took off at a slow lope. When it got to the chorus of the song she then got in position as she was on one side of the ring before she went into a fast gallop and then she did her sliding stop and then she turned him and went off to a fast lope.

✖ White Mountain Cash ✖

Hedi sighed as the American Paint Horse yearling trotted around in the paddock, she whinnied before taking off at a slow lope, she was a fast and stalky thing. Hedi then stopped and grazed, she was lonely, she snorted before laying down and started to roll. She then got up before shaking off and trotting to the fence and called for someone, anyone.

[/Aster/]

F a r a h
M c K i n e y
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Female
19
Homosexual
Crush: n/a
Horses: Miles & Ceres
Location: Stable
Tags:Open
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The large black gelding cleared the ditch with ease the cold air cutting into them as the landed the ground moderately muddy from a previous night of rain he kept up a steady canter already focused on their next goal the creek for many horses it was their most difficult obstacle the one thing you didn't have to jump and so many suffered trying to get through it as horses seemed to naturally see people as crazy for forcing them to run through water Miles, on the other hand, was odd indeed he loved the mud, muck, and water he enjoyed standing in it or leaping around in it and had no problem running through the creek taking the uphill log jump on the other side without complaint she slowed him hadn't knicked a single jump not one and he was already straining under her to run the course again she decided she would run the course a second time trotting him around a little to let him cool

[Lavellan]

♔ Ｊｕｌｉｅｔｔｅ Ｍａｒｉａ Ｄａｖｉｅｓ
❛ᴡɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ, ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ❜

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20

Scent: Lavender and Mint
Animals: Rosaline
and Mercutio

Single
Crush: -

Location: Outdoor Fence Arena
Tags: Elizabeth
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♔Squeezing a little too hard with her knees, pushing a little too much with her seat, Juliette eagerly urged Rosaline towards one of the higher jumps, and the mare, well used to her owner, took her signal and lengthened her stride with an expert flick of her tail. Popping nicely over the three foot square oxer that Juliette had set, the pair moved towards the next jump, and it was only then that Jules noticed another girl had entered the arena. Despite herself, Juliette found herself giving the girl and her mount the once over. The girl was lanky, freckled with red hair. She looked young, but that wasn't what made Jules scoff.
The girl sat atop a posty-legged, thickset pinto with a small head and a thick neck. The mount clearly had some Friesian in him, and, judging by the colouring, was crossed with a pinto. Neither breeds were suited for jumping, the heavy Friesian built for driving and the pinto bred for Western riding... but here this girl was. Perhaps she was just planning to warm up before she began dressage or something...
Or not.
Pushing Rosaline to the outside as the girl cut in front of her and began to take the course, Juliette allowed the mare to slow, to stretch out her neck and extend for a few minutes. As they moved around the outside, Jules watched with a mix of disbelief and utter hate as the other girl took the course. First, she was riding this monster of a creature around a professional showjumping course, and second, she had completely cut Juliette off by beginning to jump. Pulling Rosaline all-too-sharply to a halt, a fire burned behind Juliette's eyes as she watched the girl glance over at her, then deliberately take the corner they had misjudged, as carefully as she could. An ugly snarl pulled at Jules' lips as the girl reined her brute to a walk and approached, speaking to her in a small voice.
Not answering, Juliette swung Rosaline around, pushing her towards the exit. She had thought that, in coming to Archipelago Academy, she'd be leaving behind people as unprofessional as this girl. Rosaline, clearly upset at the abrupt end of their training session, tossed her head and lashed her tail, tugging at the reins to ask to stay, but Juliette pushed her on. They were leaving. Perhaps they could go have a play in one of the game arenas.

♗ Ｔｙｌｅｒ Ｊａｍｅｓ Ｌａｎｎｏｎ
❛ꜱᴜᴄᴇꜱꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ.❜

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20

Scent: Coffee and Whiskey
Animals: Cersei
and Jorah

Single
Crush: -

Location: Barn
Tags: Amos
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♗Almost stopping in his tracks as the other man's accent came apparent to him, curiosity building in him like a bubble, Ty supressed his million questions, allowing the man to introduce himself. Amos and Moon. Knowing Ty, he'd remember Moon but have forgotten poor Amos' name by tomorrow. It was just how his horsey brain worked. Chewing his lip, he repeated his name over and over, determined to remember it the next time they crossed paths.
Laughing lightly at the man's words, he stepped into the feedroom, laying down his own buckets in the space he always did, moving to let Amos do his own thing. "Hah, don't worry about Jo, he'll settle. He's a retired champ, so he likes everyone new to know that he thinks he's top dog. Cersei is the one Moon should worry about. She's a piece - she'll love him one minute, and be flirting like it's her last day on earth. Then he'll pay her attention and she'll hate him until he grows disinterested, and then she'll be back to her old, flirty ways. She's harmless, though. She just likes to play." Chuckling, lowering himself to pick up one of Juliette's buckets that had roamed too far from the other, he fixed it as the other man asked him the next question.
"Ah, we've been here about a week now - sorry, we is my cousin and I. Her name is Juliette, I'm sure she'll make herself obvious soon enough. I'd stay out of her way, though. She's not interested in anything that won't benefit her career." Chuckling again, he watched the man work before speaking again. "I'm just kidding, kinda. She's lovely really, she's just easily stressed. Showjumping seems to be stressful." Looking to Amos, he thought that the man wouldn't be one for the English side of riding, but didn't want to make assumptions aloud. "So, what's your style?" He asked, before realizing that his words might have been easily confused. "I mean, like, English or Western? What's your discipline?" Cursing himself for tripping over his words, looking like a fool in front of the professionals he'd be working with, he looked to his boots, hoping that Amos wouldn't consider him an idiot.

[RedLionPaladin]

Amos, Moonlight Raider
Tagged: Tyler

Amos followed Ty into the feed room and set down the bucket in front of the barrel containing the feed he gives to Moon. He listened to Ty talk about his horses and couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I hear you. I used to board Moon at my cousin's stable.
One of the mares she had was very flirty; she even flirted with geldings before she realized they were fixed. Funnily enough, her name was Cupid's Arrow and she acted like it all the time. Moon couldn't stand her; he didn't fall for any of her nonsense and I have a feeling he won't fall for Cersei's act," he replied with a shrug. As he filled up the bucket, he listened to Tyler answer his next question. He spoke on his cousin and her devotion to competing which he understood. Anything involving horses was extremely competitive as were the people as well. When he asked the next question, Amos answered, "Western actually. I've been riding western since I was.....oh 10 years old I think. My Dad taught me at first and then I started riding under my uncle's tutelage. I do barrel racing and tie down roping at the moment; I was thinking about getting another horse for cutting. What about you? What's your riding style?" He finished filling up the bucket and grabbed a sheaf of hay, waiting by the door for Tyler to finish up.

[. mira .]

[ e l i z a b e t h ]
Elizabeth Conallaire
Female
20
Straight
Crush None (Single)
Horses Sailor, Lorelei
Specialties Eventing, Dressage, Show-jumping
Location
Outdoor Fenced Arena
Tags; Juliette

Her confusion was obvious by her body language. Maybe the girl thought she was a show off? No.. Juliette had been on the other side of the arena as her. Then Elizabeth knew it. It must have been Sailor. Elizabeth knew he wasn't a jumping breed. But his mother had an unusually light build, and his father had powerful legs. Sailor had shown particular strengths in jumping. His owners before Elizabeth had particularly bred his parents in an attempt to find a different jumping breed. And they did, or at least, one horse ended up being a great jumping horse - Sailor. So that girl could hate all she wanted - but she had to face the facts that Sailor was a powerful jumping horse, even if unconventional. Elizabeth was used to people judging her horse at first glance. People did that all the time at shows. But once she was on the course, no one could bring them down. Elizabeth paused, still amazed by the fact that Juliette - clearly a knowledgable horse person - couldn't recognize talent when it was right in front of her eyes. It seemed that she simply couldn't get over the fact that Sailor was not a conventional, traditional horse. Even after she had finished the course, which Elizabeth thought she did well, Juliette got mad and left the arena. Maybe because I did the course better than her even on my untraditional horse. The red haired teen thought, then blushed. Her thoughts were so rude! But, hey, Elizabeth did think she did that course better. If it had been a show, Elizabeth thought she would have placed higher.

Elizabeth took a deep breath. She couldn't let mean people get to her. Collecting herself, she moved Sailor forwards. Honestly, she was glad to have the arena to herself, especially because the rude girl wasn't there. I feel sorry for anyone who might be practicing where she's going to practice.. Letting a grin cross her face, she could tell Sailor was ready to go - he was tossing his head impatiently. She reined in his head, then gave him the signal for a trot, then a canter. She took an easy two foot cross rail, Sailor feeling smooth. He started getting a bit excited and fast, so Eliza slowed him with a gentle tug on the bit. He started to turn away from the next jump - an oxer, but Eliza corrected him quickly, an he easily popped over the jump. She slowed and thoughts quickly returned to her head. She pushed them away. She needed to concentrated on the course. With a forward movement, Elizabeth lifted herself out of the saddle, and felt Sailor weight move forwards a bit too late. She landed not as well as she desired, but at least she didn't knock any poles down. Again, thoughts of Juliette rushed to her head. Before Elizabeth didn't know Juliette too well - but now she had an image of her. Juliette seemed like a snob, but it was probably not a good judgement. It usually isn't a good judgement to think someone is a snob. But she did not see Juliette as knowledgable as before - she seemed to be someone who couldn't bear to see anything other than traditional horses doing traditional things.

[Swiftie.]

⇹ sierra
female
19
horses; tomahawk
location; tomahawks stall
tags; open

Sierra yawned, rolling over as she turned her alarm clock off. She slowly got out of bed, brushing her teeth and combing her hair. where are my boots? she thought to herself, finding them and slipping them on. Grabbing her sweatshirt, she slipped out the door, carrying an apple.

Sierra walked to the barn quickly, excited to see Tomahawk. She crept up on the mare, expecting her to be waiting for breakfast.
Instead the mare was laying down, nibbling on some hay she had dropped the night before Sierra assumed. "Good morning you goof," Sierra said cheerfully as she walked into tommy's stall, hiding the apple behind her back. Sierra knelt down beside the mare, laying onto her stomach while tommy munched onto the apple. "I miss my friends, when I had people to ride with and I wasn't some weirdo who talks to her horse," Sierra mumbled to the mare. As Tommy finished the apple, Sierra got up and grabbed her halter, slipping it onto the mares face. The buckskin followed sierra from the stall, as she tied her beside the stall. Sierra started brushing the mare, trying to get as much dirt off as she possibly could.