chloe thompson;; eighteen;; senior;; unloading cloud nine
The lane she drove down was familiar to her now, this being her second year. The blonde parked her truck and trailer in the designated area, killing the engine of the vehicle. Reaching to the right, she popped the glove compartment, grabbing a red lead rope she always had tucked in there. Her trailer wasn't very advanced, since she had to purchase it herself, so it didn't have any place for her tack, so she had her Pessoa Legacy sitting right in the front seat, with it's dark blue saddle cover protecting the polished leather. Her tack trunk didn't even sit in the bed of the truck, instead strapped into the back seat, carrying her bridle, saddle pads, and various other odds and ends. Her suitcases were the ones that were tossed in the bed.
Stepping to the ground, Chloe unlatched the ramp of the trailer, lowering it to the ground gently. "Hey bub." she crooned to Xander, who strained to look behind him, a whicker escaping his lips. Unhooking the butt bar, the girl stepped in to her horse's handsome head, rubbing his neck as she unhooked him, clipping the lead rope to his leather halter. "Back." she said, pushing on his chest until he was out of the trailer, head held high and nostrils flared, taking in the scents.
"Lets go, boy. Same stall as last year." she said, leading him forward towards the barn. Once inside, she took a moment to move down the aisle, until she found the Dutch Warmblood's stall, which still had his nameplate on it; Cloud Nine. Walking in with the horse and sliding the stall door closed after removing and hanging up his halter on the hook, she bent down to remove his shipping boots while he sniffed the bedding. Tucking those under her arm, Chloe gave him a quick kiss on the muzzle, leaving his stall and bolting it behind her.
Striding back outside, she opened the back door of her truck, pulling her tack trunk closer to her body, unlocking it and sticking the shipping boots inside. Even though she looked small, maybe weak even, she had no trouble lifting the trunk, carrying it towards the barn. Handling an excited Xander required a lot of muscle, and it had it's perks.
[by the way, i think i put dalton's last name as thompson as well, though i did mean to put adams.]
dalton adams;; nineteen;; senior;; unloading serious side affects
Second year at Bridle Crest. Hopefully, it would be a little more eventful than the last. Dalton was tired of being called stupid, even though those who called him that clearly never bothered to look at his grades. He was rather intelligent, they just figured he failed because he was a year older. Not the case, he just had a birthday on an unfortunate date. The boy kicked the side of his trailer when Apollo started to act up, no surprise there. Letting down the ramp, he ducked, nearly avoiding one of the chestnut's hooves flying at his head. "Stop!" Heading inside, he quickly unhooked the tall horse, asking him to back out of the trailer.
Being the dramatic, hot headed horse he was, instead of calmly backing up, like all the other horses, Apollo simply jumped backwards, hauling Dalton forward, almost causing him to fall flat on his face. "Enough!" he exclaimed, yanking down yard on the lead rope, which caused a chain reaction. Apollo reared up, which in turn made the stud chain to rip across his face, which he didn't like much either. When the Thoroughbred lowered back to the ground, Dalton used that time to walk forward, half dragging a dancing horse behind him. Great way to start the new year off.