Juliet Adams
Pulling into the driveway, hundreds of prairie acres sprawling out from the lone lane, Juliet's heart was pounding in her chest. It had been over a six hour drive to get to the new facility from Melbourne - a distance she'd never driven by herself in unknown territory. With white knuckles grasped in semi-permanent claws gripped around the steering wheel, the young woman swung the grey SUV crossover into the busy parking area. When she finally was able to set the car into park and turn off the engine, Juliet tried to get a hold of her breathing - which she realized she'd been holding for nearly four hours; the climbing mountains and steep valleys heading up the the country side had really done a number on her nerves. Self-consciously she did a once over of her current state - she'd sweated through the old tee and her breath smelled of stale coffee from the last filling station. Pulling on a zip up hoodie, and taking a swig of water with a couple headache revilers, she rustled up a piece of gum and pulled together the frayed nerves she had left; Juliet left her vehicle and set off at once for the nearest (and largest) barn. She just had to know how her horses were doing.- △ 22
△ Female
△ Nautica ♦ Odyssey
△ Jumpers
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△ Arrival
It felt momentarily daunting to enter such a large establishment, but she quickly understood that it was a barn just like any other. The hustle and bustle was a welcome sign as everyone else was also newcomers and likely just as clueless as she felt. She was hunting for a young female, or an older male, with some features she'd been able to distinguish from their social media pages - having spent more time on the phone (than maybe strictly necessary) Juliet felt like she could spot either one of them just from their voices. With so many arrangements being made and changed almost daily - she had been in near constant contact with the Moores; from figuring out the boarding and possible work situation, to organizing transport and receiving of her beloved geldings, she was more than relieved that the entire venture was at an end and a new chapter in her life beginning.
She barely noticed nor at this point cared that she was looking and acting like a mad woman; she was frantically searching the barn for signs of the owners and her horses; her hair was most certainly disheveled from it's previous lazily braided state, eyes were red lined and puffy, and her complexion was anything but smooth and put together.
It was just as she turned yet another corner past some storage room (did it hold tack of feed or bedding, or was it a horse?) that the stressed brunette practically ran into the exact person (or one half of them) that she was searching for. "Oh!" Juliet gasped as her body seized up to prevent her from actually smacking into the body before her. "I am so sorry. Are you okay?" The female fretfully tried to regain composure as the half seconds ticked by and recognition of who she just about mowed down came into focus. "I'm sorry, I really hope you're okay. Actually you are just the person I was hoping to find. I'm Juliet Adams, we spoke on the phone." She greeted the Moore sibling.
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