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[love lucy]

It's alright.
@doctor who; sorry, but i don't think you're literate enough.

[Kalisan]

Michael Brooks-O'Conner
Group A :: Spot :: Polo
♥ Single ♥

>> Filling the Tank
>> With: Samantha
>> Mood: Curious

"We just have to get over our fear..."

"Here kitty kitty..." Michael called softly, almost laughing at the cliché of it. He imagined he looked quite silly, a full grown man crouching under a horse trailer speaking in that high-pitched tone reserved strictly for speaking to animals. They'd spotted the cat while purchasing gas, a young tabby favoring one leg. Sam had read his intentions immediately. But Michael offered only a half-apologetic grin. It wasn't the first time he'd picked up a stray after all but as ridiculous as the practice was he couldn't get himself to stop. Top that off with the fact that this particular cat was limping and both he and Sam had known the battle was lost. "Oh come on pretty girl, I'm not going to hurt you..."

The cat mewed softly and retreated further under the trailer.

Michael sighed and stood up slowly, leaning heavily on the wheel-hub. He had injured his knee playing polo the year before and the motion of standing still pained him... though only slightly. His doctor had cleared him to ride though Michael doubted the man's understanding of the sport's intensity. It didn't really matter though. He'd passed the physical required by Ravenwood and that was all anyone needed to know.

The gas station was mostly empty, and the area was quite save for the sound of passing cars and the movement of the horses in the trailer. Sam had run inside to get drinks while Michael stayed outside to fill up the tank... and of course capture the cat. A soft 'ding' alerted him that one task, at least, was complete. After returning the fuel nozzle to it's port, Michael once again bent under the trailer. "I know your scared sweetheart..." The cat, though it hadn't shown signs of aggression, was skittish. It's breath came rapidly, it's front-left paw stained with a splash of blood. Until last year Michael had wanted to be a Veterinarian but money was tight and though vet school sounded appealing Michael was unsure he could handle the four years in a classroom to get there. Ravenwood wasn't cheap either, but for now it was only a year. A year to figure himself out... if he was ever going to. "I know you must be hurting... You know how I can tell?" The cat mewed again and Michael took this as 'No, please tell me.'"It's because your hiding from me. Human's and animals are alike that way... We hide or run away when were hurting even if it doesn't really make sense..." He thought now about Chelsea, his ex-girlfriend still back in South Carolina. It was his fault. Undeniably. But right now he chose not to think about it. "Every now and again though.... You see sometimes someone can help and we just have to get over our fear..." Now he laughed in earnest, though there was a bitter note to it. Look at yourself, making a cat into a shrink. I'd reckon your the one who needs help mate."I can help you... I promise... So come on now, just be brave and..."

"Michael?"

The redhead jumped up with a start, swearing as his head hit the bottom of the trailer. "D*** it woman!" Sam stood a few feet away with a plastic bag in her left hand. Though he couldn't read her eyes beneath dark sunglasses her mouth was twisted in concern. "Sorry I didn't mean to yell... just... owww." He rubbed his head, thoroughly messing already messy hair. "Did you get what you were looking for?"

Sam nodded and reached into the bag emerging with a bottle of Dr. Pepper. "And this for you."

"Ah!" Michael smiled and took the drink, instead of opening it, however, he held the cool bottle against his now throbbing head. "Have I ever told you how amazing you are?"

Sam rolled her eyes but a quick smile revealed her true feelings at the compliment. "It's almost weird..." She said reaching again into the bag. "... how well I can read your mind."

Michael squinted at the object, then grinned. "Tuna!" He took the tin and again crouched under the trailer. "What did I say? Amazing, absolutely brilliant!" He recognized fully that the gesture was even kinder than first glance. Sam wouldn't like that he was picking the animal up. Not that she minded cats, but that picking up an animal meant they were doing something 'different' or 'wrong'. For someone like Sam, who followed rules to the letter, allowing him to pick up the cat was truly a kind thing to do. He opened the tin and set it close to his hand. "See what I have pretty girl? Why don't you come over here and have some." The cat's ears twisted in interest and it slowly rose from it's place at the opposite end of the trailer. "That's it..."

"Now, you know of course that you can't keep it."

"A little closer sweetheart, be brave."

"We'll need to drop it off at a shelter in the morning..."

"Just a bit further darling... there we go."

"Michael, are you even listing to me?"

"Got her!" Michael cradled the cat triumphantly. The tabby struggled a moment, then settled. "And yes I heard you... something about a shelter... and maybe keeping it..." He held the can of tuna to the cat, who ate it eagerly. "I think we should call her Gracie, or Molly or..." He stopped after rubbing the cat's belly. "... Or maybe Max?" Sam rolled her eyes.

Suddenly Lady started kicking at the back gate of the trailer, Sam made soft noises to soothe her, petting the horse's shining copper muzzle through the open window. "We should probably get going... We're pretty close now."

"Probably..." Michael grinned and tossed the tuna can into a near by rubbish bin. The cat by now had settled completly and had begun to purr quietly. He moved towards the passenger side door. "You want to drive this leg?"

Sam nodded, fastened the door on Lady's window then crossed to the opposite side to close Spot's. A few moment's later both of them had climbed into the old black truck. Michael handed Sam his keys. "Michael," She said, "You know that they won't let you keep him at Ravenwood right?"

But Michael wasn't listening. He had tucked the young cat into his hoodie and was gently scratching it's ears. "See I told you... sometimes you just have to trust people..."

Sam shook her head, attempting to hide her smile, then started the truck.

Samantha Brooks
Group B :: Lady :: Show Jumping
♥ Single ♥

>> Arriving at Ravenwood
>> With: Michael
>> Mood: Apprehensive
>> Wearing: Barn Dressy Casual

"People leave, situations change, and sometimes you just have to preserve your own heart..."

Sam's fingers drummed against the steering wheel as she drove. Driving all day had left her feeling both tired and jittery, as if her body didn't know weather it wanted to run in circles or fall asleep. Really, it was useless energy. Nerves. Anxiety. But it was there. Realizing that her nervousness was unwarranted didn't change that. You're a good rider Sam, you need to stop being so nervous.

The self reprimanding, she found, didn't help.

In the passenger seat, Michael was asleep with his headphones on, the cat still tucked into his hoodie. She and Michael had discussed names for a half-hour or so after leaving the gas station. Actually, Michael had discussed names while Sam discussed why the cat should not be given a name in the first place but then Michael was stupid that way. She had always been one to keep a guard on her heart but Michael was different. No matter how many times he got hurt, no matter who did him wrong, he was still willing to give his heart forming an almost instant attachment to people or animals, in this case. It constantly amazed her that he never seemed to learn. Never seemed to get it through his head that people leave, situations change, and sometimes you just have to preserve your own heart.

Still, even if this quality was a flaw, Michael was usually loved for it. Even the cat {whatever it's name was now} had warmed quickly to him, keeping close to the Michael's warmth even though the boy had long since stopped forcibly holding it. It was Sam the creature eyed suspiciously. "What?" She said quietly. "It's not like I ever did anything to you." The creature mewed and Sam felt instantly silly. It wasn't like she had reached out to him either.

Sam turned back to the road then, after a few moments, switched the radio from a country station to one playing classical music. The song was familiar, though from were she couldn't say. She willed herself to relax, loosening her muscles and settling her restless fingers. She thought of riding Lady, of their summer holiday at home. Sam had wanted to prepare for Ravenwood, and of course she'd practiced a lot, but Michael had convinced her to slow down. Since Sam had never really gathered friends around her home, Michael gathered them for her. Some days a group of eight or ten had all gathered on the Brooks's horses to ride down to a local swimming pond. Other times it was just her and Michael, barely saying anything, but enjoying each others company. Both outings had been fun but Sam found that she preferred the small groups. In the larger, she found herself worrying to much about how she was carrying herself or what to say. It was exhausting. With Michael she didn't have to say anything at all.

I guess I've spent so much time with horses that I just prefer them.

A sign caught her attention. 'Ravenwood Academy'. Sam slowed the truck and turned into the drive. The grounds, she noted, were excellently kept, the paddocks lush and green the stable yard clean, but it was the main building that dominated the landscape. The great red building looked almost to large for such a small school, and yet it did give an air of regality to the place. She turned to wake Michael but saw that he was already staring out the window, his fingers passing absently over the cat's back. "It's got a different... feel... than Bayley did." His voice was softer now, subdued and brushed with the smallest bit of sadness. "It feels... colder... I guess."

"It is more intimidating." She sighed, her eyes drawn once again to the looming main building. "But I wouldn't say colder... Just a new place is all..." She pulled into an empty area near where the other's were unloading their horses. "After all, we were at Bayley for four years..."

"I know... It's just... different." This last word was certainly laced with bitterness and Sam found herself looking at Michael with concern. He, however, had turned away. "If you want, I can get Lady and Spot settled and you can go turn in those papers." Michael was shuffling about in his seat now, setting the cat on the back floorboards and gathering some of the trash and bric-a-brac they had accumulated over the trip.

He was asking to be alone. "Sure... thank you."

Michael nodded and stepped out of the truck. "Don't let Louis out."

Louis? "Don't worry, I won't.... They're in stalls nine and ten." Sam looked around the truck, making a mental list. First she reached into the glove compartment and removed Spot and Lady's extra coggins papers, then she twisted herself to see the seat behind her. Most of their belongings were in the trailer's tack room or the bed of the truck, but the backseat held both their laptops, Michael's guitar, and Sam's backpack. This last she reached for and pulled out a blue binder labeled 'Ravenwood' in elegant script. Now, where is the main office? Sam stepped out of the truck, carefully closing the door behind her. The main building made the most sense, but the barn was closer and it was likely {since the paper's were related to Spot and Lady} that the office she needed was there. Feeling somewhat silly, she checked her appearance in the truck's side mirror, then walked towards the barn.

OCC - Hope that's not too long

[~Supernatural Life~]

(( It wasn't that bad. It was actually kind of fun to read. ))

Name: Sam Winchester
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Current mood: Sleepy and surprised

Name: Dean Winchester
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current mood: Neutral

.::.

After some time spent in the stall, Dean got up and walked out of the stall, closing the door and locking it. "Be right back, Baby," he said as Impala got up and walked over to him, poking her head above the stall door to nuzzle his shoulder. Dean smiled and scratched her forehead before heading back for his dorm, black t-shirt swung over his shoulder as he walked. He didn't really like the fact he had bowlegs, but many of the people he met said that they fit him perfectly, so he just went along with it. At that moment Sam was awake but still lying with his face buried in the pillow, wondering whether to get up or not. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even hear the door open, close and Dean's heavy biker boots footsteps as the older Winchester approached him slowly, tossing the shirt aside. Dean had that silly grin on his face as he slowly extended his arms forward and placed them on Sam's waist, earning a low groan from the younger Winchester. Dean arched a brow and squeezed, making Sam shout and jump, quickly turning around and going out of bed. Dean couldn't stop laughing, now sitting on his own bed and clapping his hands. Sam was panting, but when he saw it was actually his brother he gave him the b**chface and frowned. "Seriously?!" he growled and Dean stopped laughing, although the giggles still shook his body. "I gotta do that more often, dude...," he sighed and went to take out a new beige shirt, putting it on and checking his short, dirty blond and spiked hair with his fingers. Sam rolled his eyes and locked himself inside the bathroom. "Did you check on Bones?" he asked, his voice muffled through the door. "Uhh, no, I just went to muck out Impala's stall," Dean responded while he made his bed and then Sam's. The younger Winchester walked out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth and went to grab a white tank top, some pale, worn blue jeans and his biker boots, going again inside the bathroom. After he had brushed his teeth, he washed his mouth and started getting dressed. But suddenly he jumped at the sound of something that sounded like a heavy object falling on the ground, followed by his brother's long string of curses.

"Son of a...!!!"

Sam widened his eyes and, quickly buttoning up his jeans, opened the door and looked at his brother. "Dean, what happened?" he asked concerned. But what he saw kind of made him stiffle a chuckle. Dean was seated on the edge of his bed, holding his knee, his face twisted with pain. Sam grinned and then laughed a bit. "Dude, what did you do?" he asked as he slowly approached his brother, seating beside him and looked at his knee. "Ugghh... Stupid desk... Got in the way... Ughh..," Dean growled out and Sam clapped his hands, laughing even louder now. Then he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and arched a brow. "It'll heal, cry baby," he teased and got up, going to the bathroom to grab his biker boots to put them on. Once that was done, he fixed his hair and helped his brother up and out of the dorm. By the time they were half the way to the barn, Dean was better and was walking normally again. They saw Samantha heading to the barn and just greeted her before entering it, each of them heading for their own horse - Dean with Impala and Sam with Bones.

"Bo-Bones! Aah!"

Sam shouted as the palomino mare came at him as soon as the stall door was swung open. Sam started giggling since she was nipping at his hair and not really leaving him alone. "C'mon, cut it out! I just fixed my hair!" Sam complained and Dean peeked from his horse's stall, unable to hold back a chuckle. "C'mon, Samantha, it's not the end of the world or somethin'," he teased and went back on brushing clean his horse. Bones then calmed down and let her rider grab her by the halter and lead her back inside her stall, where Sam fixed his hair a bit and sighed. "Shut up, jerk," he called out and silence fell. "B***h," came Dean's casual response and then Sam put the lead rope on Bones' halter, starting to lead her out of the barn. "Hey, De, gonna bring Impala out in the paddock with my horse?" he called over his shoulder. "Just a minute," came the older Winchester's response, and then Impala's snort. After a few minutes Dean had her with the lead rope and came behind his little brother.

(( And sorry if the Samantha part bothered you... Forgot to mention that Dean sometimes calls him that when Sam complains about his hair.. If you're not okay with it I'll just change it to Princess instead.. xD ))

[sforzando.]

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currently ; going to lunge.
mood ; calming down.
wearing ; all of this excluding that hat.
This is her riding helmet.
tagged ; following behind Sam and Dean,
but she's about to pass them to go lunge.

[ female ] - [ owns miss mistreated ] - [ twenty ]

As soon as the more looked up from taking a large last bite, Aspen reached out and gently stroked her nose once. Displeased, Riley pulled away, leaving Aspen's hand awkwardly left in between the bars of the stall. Aspen let out a quiet sigh. She opened her mouth to stutter something out, but since there were others in the barn, she shut her mouth again and drew her hand back to her body. She debated whether or not to go out and lunge Riley quickly and then ride her around the ring to tire her out, but with a second thought, she remembered Miss Mistreated had just finished her food and was nipping at the last few pieces that she dropped on the ground because of her clumsiness. She also had to check out her room. Aspen shrugged the thought away and slipped out of the barn without a word to go grab her bags to put in her room.

She unlocked the door and stepped inside lightly. There were two large beds, so Aspen figured she was going to room with someone. She didn't want to, of course, since her independence and muteness always got the best of her, but why not? Making a friend or two was always pleasant. Maybe she'd learn to break her stuttering habit and start to speak for once. Lazily, Aspen set her bags on the bed to put away later. As a test, she plopped down on the bed to see how nice it was. She smiled in pleasure and twisted around, her hand feeling for her hard helmet. Once her fingers felt it, she gripped it and yanked it out. With the same gesture, she almost pulled out some other items in her bag, such as her jacket -- which she didn't need. Luck kept her from having to fold it all away again.

She reached the barn once more after grabbing her saddle and bridle from her nice trailer. She could hear her mare starting to grow impatient in her stall as Aspen approached, and once in view, Riley was spotted started to pace in her stall. All the energy was good for shows, but now it wasn't since she wasn't going to a show and only out to lunge.
Maybe she would also ride if someone saw her with Riley all tacked up. Either way, lunging wasn't considered riding, so why would she need to tell anyone? Right?
She slipped the mare's halter on and lead her out of the stall, only to tie her up outside her stall to tack. After that task was finished, she clicked her helmet on. Aspen brought her prancing Riley out of the barn, right behind Sam and Dean.

[~Supernatural Life~]

Name: Sam Winchester
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Current mood: Neutral
Clothes: Click

Name: Dean Winchester
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Current mood: Neutral
Clothes: Click

.::.

Dean looked over his shoulder at Aspen and then ahead, holding Impala's head still since he felt the rope in his grip tense a little, a sign that the mare was about to raise Hell, or at least try; but after her owner put a firmer grip on the lead rope, she calmed down and, before either of them knew it, they were already entering the paddock. Sam removed the lead rope and halter from Bones' head, stroking her neck and patting it. "C'mon, girl, go," he urged her on and Bones flicked her tail, quickly trotting off and bucking her rear legs a few times. She trotted in large circles a few times before Dean finally decided to release Impala, who impatiently ran after her friend and they galloped off to the other end of the large paddock. The Winchester brothers looked at each other and then turned around, walking out and closing the gate door. Both brothers started walking slowly away, going no where in particular, just taking a stroll alongside the paddock fence, talking and laughing. "Come on, man, you started it! And you knew your car would get involved sooner or later," Sam laughed and Dean pushed him, grinning. "Yeah, but be thankful you're my brother, Sammy; you know nobody messes with my Baby, right?" he said and Sam, grinning, looked at him and nodded. "Yeah... Wow, you love that car so much you named a horse after it.. Huh, then they wonder why it was named after the animal," he said and Dean rolled his eyes.

"B*tch."
"Jerk."

Both of them laughed again. They kept walking until Dean decided they'd be heading back, and Sam agreed. They turned around and slowly started heading back to their dorm. "Y'know, Sammy... I gotta ask - are you really enjoying your stay here?" Dean asked, biting his lower lip. Sam frowned slightly in confusion, looked at his brother's worried face and nodded, lifting his brows and shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I am. I mean, at first I came because of, you know... And I ended up loving horse riding as much as I love studying," he said and both of them chuckled. "Yeah, you're my little Walking Encyclopedia of Weirdness, brother," Dean sighed, grinning. Sam faked an offended frown and punched his brother half-heartedly on the shoulder. They both chuckled and were soon standing before their dorm. "Hey, I think I'm gonna take Impala out for a ride..," Dean said, scratching his head. At the face his brother gave him, Dean added: "The horse, Sam, the horse!". Sam rolled his eyes and they both squeezed their hands, pulling each other in for a brotherly hug. "Alright, have fun," Sam said and walked inside the dorm room, closing the door. Dean sighed and walked off, headed back for the paddock.

Impala, upon seeing her rider, turned around and nipped at Bones' mane. The palomino mare responded with a toss of the head and trotted off, snorting. Impala cantered over to where her rider was leant against the fence and eagerly nudged his shoulder, ears perked and tail flicking. Dean smiled and stroked her nose. He wondered if everyone, everyone, had to know that he was about to take his horse for a ride. "Whatever," he mumbled and clicked his fingers after opening the fence gate, ordering Impala to follow him to the barn. The animal did as she was indicated and, moments later, found herself standing still in front of her stall while Dean put her saddle pad on and then the saddle. With the bridle he had a hard time though, but finally managed to put it on. He sighed and went to the tack room, grabbing his helmet, since he left it there yesterday and only now he remembered he had it there. Once he put it on, he took out a small white piece of paper from his pocket; it was old, from a month or so back, directed to Sam. It said: "Out for a ride, be back later. Take care! Dean.". He smiled and wished the 'take care' part wasn't there now, but oh well. He went over to the stall, locked it and left the note there. He then grabbed the mare's reins and started leading her out, heading for one of the forest trials.

[Kalisan]

((No worries! I can use it. ^_^))

Samantha Brooks
Group B :: Lady :: Show Jumping
♥ Single ♥

>> In the Barn
>> Near: Sam & Dean
>> Mood: Confused
>> Wearing: Barn Dressy Casual

Is he talking to me?

Now the barn was becoming more crowded as excited students rushed back and forth tending to their horses and checking up with old friends. "Excuse me," Sam called to a tall girl passing through. "Do you know where I need to leave the..." But the girl didn't seem to see her. Sam looked down at her converse and moved closer to the wall. You're being ridiculous, She thought to herself. Just ask someone! But now the barn aisle seemed suddenly empty, the students outside with their horses. Sam sighed and walked further down the aisle, pausing occasionally to glance at the inhabitant of one stall or another. A restless looking palomino caught her eye and Sam read the nameplate on the front of the stall. Dare to Dream. "That's a pretty name." She said quietly but the mare seemed indifferent to her presence and soon Sam moved on.

Luckily the tack room was a few only a few stalls down, and luckily in the tack room was a box labeled 'Stable forms & Coggins'. Sam dropped the necessary papers in the box then signed Spot and Lady in on the barn roster. There now you see? That was simple enough. Sam glanced around the tack room, identifying her and Michael's currently empty trunks, then returned to the barn. Now that the task was completed, she wasn't sure why she'd been so nervous in the first place.

"C'mon, Samantha, it's not the end of the world or somethin."

Sam froze. The voice had been deep and teasing with the slightest hint of a country accent. Is he talking to me? "Ummm excuse me?" She whispered. But it was soon apparent that the man wasn't talking to her at all.

"Shut up, jerk"

"B***h"

Suddenly Sam understood. The other boy, possibly the brother, was also Sam. The girl smiled to herself and almost laughed. Perhaps she should talk to the boys, explain the situation. It might be an interesting conversation starter. Sam looked down at her converse, neat jeans and navy top. She did look fairly dressed up for a barn. Suddenly she felt foolish, a warmth creeping into her cheeks. No, it was better if she just moved along, it was a small program. She'd meet everyone eventually. Sam scurried to the front of the barn, then paused to look for Michael and the horses.

"Hey, De, gonna bring Impala out in the paddock with my horse?"

"Just a minute!"

Sam turned to see also-Sam moving toward her, the palomino close behind. He was tall, with long hair and features both sharp and strong. Samantha caught her eyes lingering on his tall frame slightly longer than they should have. She looked down, blushed, then realized she was in the way. Really Sam? "Oh sorry!" She said, quickly moving to one side. "I don't mean to..." Sam backed into the beam behind her and the binder leapt from her hands, landing with a 'thump' by the Palamino's right hoof.

[~Supernatural Life~]

(( Thanks. ^^ And your post kinda confused me, so let's say Samuel noticed her and comes back to help her up. Sound good to you? And wow, her eyes are gonna fall off soon.. xD ))

Name: Sam Winchester
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Current mood: Worried
With: Samantha Brooks
Clothes: Click

.::.

Sam sighed, getting bored already. As he stood there by the window, thinking, he remembered the girl that fell at the feet of his horse an widened his eyes; wow, he really paid no attention to people sometimes. He licked his lips and quickly headed back for the barn, passing through the excited students, newcomers and their horses. He even bumped into one, a boy that was a bit shorter than him but older by an year. The boy was about to get all angry and stuff, but when Sam stopped and turned around to say 'sorry', the boy widened his eyes, looked up at the taller man and hurried away, his horse behind him. Sam frowned slightly and rolled his eyes. I'm not called Sasquatch for nothing, he thought and entered the barn, seeing Sam there. He approached her and kneeled beside her. "You okay?" he asked, offering a hand to help her up. In the back of his mind he tried and tried to bring up any flashbacks of this girl, as many as he could, but only remembered a glimpse of her as she entered the barn, how everyone ignored her, then that goofy look on his brother's face-- wait, wait, not him. Oh, and then he remembered when she fell. And she had also apologized and said something else, but he was way too lost thinking of a comeback for his brother that he didn't really hear her.

"I'm sorry..."

"I don't mean to..."

Now those words came back to him, clear as bells. He sighed and wished he would have been more careful back there to avoid this, and now instead he was regretting it and helping the girl up; not that he didn't like helping others. He mentally slapped himself back to reality, realizing that these whole thoughts and memories just buzzed through his head for only a mere second or even two; and he was thankful of it, since he would probably look like a confused guy who went to help but ended up zooming out into his own world. He still held his hand for Samantha to help her up.

[love lucy]

godzilla, really? i'm going to post soon.

[~Supernatural Life~]

(( 'Cause he's... Tall... ^^' ... Alright, changing it to Sasquatch... vv' ))

[love lucy]

no, you don't have to change it! it's just funny because my sister's really tall and i usually tease her about it. my father sometimes calls her 'skyscraper'.