Bits and Books{Equestrian School Romance}Semi-lit

[SouthernComfort]

{I'm waiting for a reply from peace-love-cheer to see if Jack and Natalie can be together and after that I will start (:}

[gotsalt?]

The sun goes down
The stars come out,
And all that counts is here and now,
My universe will never be the same,
I'm glad you came.
You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me,
Fell on me
And I decided you look well on me,
Well on me
So let's go somewhere no one else can see,
You and me.
Turn the lights out now,
Now I'll take you by the hand,
Hand you another drink,
Drink it if you can,
Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,stay with me,
I can make,
Make you glad you came.
The sun goes down,the stars come out,
And all that counts is here and now,
My universe will never be the same,
I'm glad you came,I'm glad you came.

I'm Glad You Came by The Wanted

Isabelle Scott
Female|No Crush|20| Knight In Shinging Armor

Isabelle clipped Knight's lead rope onto his halter and led him out of the stall. She planned on him out on a nice trail ride later on, but right now he needed major grooming. Tying the lead onto a hook outside the stall, she walked to the supply room and picked up her grooming kit. Knight pawed the ground twice as he saw the brush. "You like getting brushed, don't ya boy?" Isabelle smiled and began to brush him.
The shiny, clean friesian shook his mane as he walked out of the barn. Isabelle squinted at the sun. After a quick check at her stirrups, she mounted. She pushed Knight into a trot and led him to one of the shorter trails. Today was just for pleasure.
Just as they entered the cool shade of the trees, Isabelle brought her horse up into a canter. Knight's gait was easy to move with. Almost like being in a rocking chair. As they rode, she hummed one of her favorite songs. Then they stopped and she dismounted. Isabelle tied Knight's reins to a low hanging branch and sat down against it's truck. Knight snorted and began to graze while she sat and thought.

Stay for a moment and
I promise that I will be different
and you'll see me
Wait, Wait
And I'll show you
There is more to this if you will listen
And you'll soon believe
Extra Extra, hear me now
I am not the kind
That will hide
Beneath the lights
And the lyrical one liners
I can't stand the hype
And I am not the kind
That will hide
Between the lines of love
And faking it all for these
Headlines read out...whoa
Stay for a moment
I'll be the biggest bet
With greater odds
Than you have ever seen
Wait, Wait
Someone stop me now
Cause I don't think
I can hold this down for you
You'll see me
Extra Extra, hear me now
I am not the kind
That will hide
Beneath the lights
And the lyrical one liners
I can't stand the hype
And I am not the kind
That will lie
Between the lines of love
And faking it all for these
Headlines read out...whoa
Can't you see that this is the proof you need?
Can't you see that this is what we all need?
I am not the kind
That will hide
Beneath the lights
And the lyrical one liners
I can't stand the hype
And I am not the kind
That will lie
Between the lines of love
And faking it all for these
Headlines read out...whoa

Headlines Read Out by We The Kings

Marcus Flinn
Male|No Crush|19|Mysterious Lady

Life had never been to bad for Marcus. Yeah, so his dad killed his mother during a drunk rage and Marcus had to live with his grumpy uncle, but it didn't seem so bad now. Riding always took his mind off his past. Mystery was the only good thing that has happened in his crappy life.
Marcus focused on the course in front of him, his eyes narrow. This cross-county course was different than the one back in North Carolina and he needed to study it. Clucking his tongue, he walked Mystery around the course. She was loosened up good when they went back to the starting line. She shook her multicolored mane and pawed the ground, ready to start. Taking a breath, he signaled her to start.
They trotted over the first jump and landed into a canter. To him, nothing was better than jumping. There was no way to explain the joy of soaring over a jump and clearing it. Mysterious Lady's hooves never touched a bar, until near the end. Marcus saw the new jump a second before it was to late to do anything. They had never encountered a jump like this one. It looked like a normal double cross bar jump, but it wasn't. There was a extra bar on the other side. Mystery didn't jump far enough and her hind legs landed on it.
Marcus grunted as he hit the ground. His horse had already gotten up and had trotted away from the jump, her tail raised and her ears pinned. Marcus stood, rubbing his back, and walked over to her slowly. She snorted and tossed her head, but let him check her legs. Nothing seemed to be broken. Marcus decided it was better for her to take it easy for the rest of the day anyway. He took her reins and started leading her back to the stable.
Mystery reared up slightly as she caught sight of the wash pit. Marcus slapped her in the hind quarters lightly with the lead rope and forced her into the stall. He tied the rope to the hook and turned on the water. The water had been warmed by the sun but it cooled as he sprayed her down. After a quick wash and rise, he dried her off with one of the squeegees. Her coat was still damp, but the afternoon sun would dry it fast. Marcus untied her and took her out to the mare's pasture. The Arabian walked in and began to graze. He leaned against the fence and watched her, happy being by himself. Yet, even though he hated admitting it, he felt strangely lonely.

[Miss Understood]

November sighed as she got up out of the bed and walked to her bathroom as she rubbed her eyes trying to wake herself up a bit. Taking a quick shower, she blow dried her hair and didnt want to put on any makeup since she didnt really need it. She slowly walked over to grab some clothes, since it was warm and she didnt have any classes she decied she would spend the day with Sylus. Picking up a pair of tan riding pants and a tanktop she threw them on along with her tall boots and made her way outside to the barn.
"Hey there big boy!" November smiled as she set his saddle and tack down next to his stall, grabbing his halter she let herself in the stall and sliped it on him as she stroked his neck and face gently. Leading him out into the isle she groomed and tacked him quickly then walked him out to the jump ring. After a quick and easy warm up she decided to take him over a course of 4 foot jumps of different types. Jumping it a few times with only one or two errors here and there she decided he deserved a break in the pastures for awhile.
After giving him a nice bath she walked him out to the pasture and opened the gate, releasing him and watching him run and buck as he let loose before being his normal self and going to flirt with the mares. Turning around she saw a cute guy hanging by the mares pasture(Marcus), she waved at him and smiled wondering if he would want some company.

[SouthernComfort]

~Natalie~

{Bentley - 19 - English}

She smiled as she arrived at the barn. She ran to Bentleys stall and grinned as his big black head quickly popped out of the opening in his stall. The rubbed his head and walked in, feeding him a cookie she had in her hand. She slipped on his bright blue halter and buckled it, walking him out. She walked to the tack room and grabbed her grooming kit from underneath her saddle rack. She grabbed her body brush and brushed all the shavings and dirt off his body. She took her face brush and brushed his face off and quickly combed his name and tail. She stood back and admired her big black thoroughbred. She tacked him up in her brown english tack, which looked stunning on him. She quickly ran to the tack room and grabbed her helmet out of her show trunk. She slipped on her black riding boots and brushed the dirt off her light brown breeches. She walked Bentley out of the barn and onto the small pebbles that were outside the big barn. She grabbed the reins and the top of the saddle, placing her foot in the stirrup. She quickly swung up and gathered her reins. She walked him to the open outdoor arena with jumps and pushed him into a easy canter around the outside of the ring. She studied the jumps and started toward the first one, clearing it with ease. She quickly finished the course and stopped him, letting him take a break. She was hoping to make a new friend. She looked around and the people working around the barn with their horses and she smiled.

{Figured I would post while waiting for peace}

[Moved </3 D:]

Name:
Greyson Elliot Smith
He also goes by Grey
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Hair color:
Brown
Eye color:
Brown
Height:
5'8"
Weight/Frame:
He's about 130 pounds and fairly thin. He isn't that muscular, but he isn't weak either.
Personality:
Grey is pretty quiet. He has a broad sense of humor, but preferrs to keep to himself mostly. He doesn't make new friends very easily, but will stick by your side always when he gets to know you. If you doesn't like you, it's fairly obvious, and if he does like you, it's even more noticable. He's awkward around girls, but one of the sweetest people.
History:
Greyson began riding when he was 5 years old, and lived on a ranch in Montanna with his large family. They weren't very rich, but he decided that he wanted to get into competeing with his horse when he was 7. He was a natural, and quickly worked his way up and won quite a few hard to attain titles and places.
Crush:
Open
Dating:
None
Horse(s)
Riding Style:
Western

Name:
Ignus, also known as Iggy or IgAge:
15
Gender:
Gelding
Breed:
Quarter Horse
Riding Style:
Western
Owner:
Greyson
Personality:
Ignus is easy-going and full of humor. He's very intelligent, and loves to play pranks and tricks on anyone nearby. He loves to entertain, and is always looking for a way to get people to laugh.
Mate:
None
Other:
Nothing!

[A V I K S T]

~~{Liyah honey Thorpe}~~
Liyah hummed to herself as she walked into the yard. She stopped by the mares pastures and looked in, she saw her palomino mare grazing on the other side of the pasture, the sun reflecting off her coat. She smiled, it was perfect here, very different to England, but still perfect.
She left the mare in her paddock and walked over to the stalls. She saw a silver bay head pop up over a door and smiled, hey boy she said to the stallion as she reached the door. fancy going for a trail ride? she asked him as she stroked his soft nose, he kicked out at the stable door as she took that as a yes. She picked up her grooming kit off the floor and slipped inside the stall before grabbing his halter of a hook by the side of his stable. The halter was a brown leather halter and it matched his coat perfectly, she slipped it over his ears and did it up before picking up his lead rope and Letting herself into his stall. She tied him up to a ring and picked up a brush and ran it over his body quickly, dust flying off in all directions. After giving him a quick brush she quickly slipped off tithe tack room and grabbed his tack, a black leather bridle with a gag bit, and her beautiful dark brown English saddle, she slipped them over her arm and carried them to his stable and placed them over the stall door.

[SouthernComfort]

(Never mind peace I am asking somebody else >.<)

[Miss Understood]

{Sparrow<3- Accepted}

[- ιηfιηιту.]

{{ Can I use my own form ? x }}

[Moved </3 D:]

( Thank you! )

{Greyson - Ignus}

"That's some horse of yours." Greyson called out to the girl and her horse that had been jumping in the arena close by to him. He had just finished taking care of Ignus, his strawberry roan quarter horse. He smiled at her and took a few steps closer to the fence. He wasn't really into English riding, but he could tell that she was really good at it. Well, she had to be, giving where they were. This place was the most prostegious place that Greyson had ever been in. He knew that he was pretty good before, but to be able to come to this school was one of the highest honors he had ever recieved. He reached the fence and leaned against it, pushing his cowboy hat higher so he could see the girl and her horse better. Greyson always looked the same. Always dirty, old but nice boots, a dusty tan cowboy hat, old jeans, and a workshirt.