Heartland is a horse farm nestled in the hills of Virginia, but it’s much more than that. Heartland is like no other place – it’s a place where the scars of the past can be healed, a place where frightened and abused horses learn to trust again.
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It's not the end//Open « Thread Started on Jun 15, 2008, 8:42am »
Cassie turned the ignition off in her truck and stuck the keys in the front pocket of her jeans. She opened the door and stepped out into the morning air. What had brought her here she did not know butt it seemed nice, plus it was open early. She looked at the diner closely. It looked quaint and very country folk. She smiled and walked up to the front door.
Bells chimed above as she opened the door to a nearly empty diner. A few older men and woman sat around the bar stools reading the newspaper and drinking something, probably coffee. Cassie walked over to the nearest booth to the door and sat down. She was facing the door, not the people at the bar. She was new in town, boarding at Green Briar, and new people usually were stared at. She preferred they stare at her back than her face.
A waitress walked over to her at the booth, a very large smile pasted n her face showing straight white teeth. Her blonde hair was very curly and pulled up in a huge bun atop her head. "I'll just have a cup of coffee."She replied curtly when the waitress asked her what she would like.She nodded and walked away. Cassie was expecting her horse Bandit to arrive today, she'd preferred to ship him herself but her mother paid someone to ship him for her.
She smiled at the waitress as she placed the coffee on the table and then walked back to the bar. Cassie sipped the black coffee, nearly burning her tongue. She put the coffee cup down but didn't take her hand off the handle. She stared at the black coffee swirling in the cup. A black abyss she thought. She sighed and took her eyes off the coffee. It's a new start she nearly said out loud.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #1 on Jun 15, 2008, 10:33am »
'This town is so totally lame', Leslie thought as she exited her handsome red convertible, her hair was up in a high ponytail with the shorter strands straying around her face. She was going to Greenbriar after breakfast to spend time with Eureka so she didn't need to do anything special with her hair. Strolling along the sidewalk her italian made tall boots clicked, riding pants only further expressed the beauty of her figure, finished off the look with a handsome sky blue sweater. Leslie missed Florida, when she hardly ever had to wear sweaters or winter clothing, and the mini skirts and tube tops she could wear at a whim. Eureka was happy there too, Leslie knew he was, he loved the high rated, high class shows they entered in and he put his best effort forth. The team was stunning, and they were beginning to trust one another, they did well no matter what they entered in, and even if they didn't place, which was rare, Leslie always praised Eureka for trying his best. The big warmblood was her closest friend, and frankly one of the few creatures on earth who wouldn't run when they saw her coming. If only others could be like that, but she didn't really care for people, except for a small group of friends and handsome men, everyone else might as well not exist.
Pushing the door open lightly she heard the bell ring, she glared at it, why did they feel the need to put annoying contraptions like that on the door? Spotting a girl she didn't reckognize facing the door Leslie gave her a curiously bored look. She was a pretty girl, but she was probably another no talent rider who boreded at Heartland. She was so sick of that place, their cause was excellent, but she didn't understand why people flocked there with horses who didn't need to be healed. Greenbriar had nicer facilities and an efficent crew to clean stalls, scrub and fill water buckets, and do numerous other tasks she didn't really care for. The girl turned as a coffee was set infront of her, she had to admit she was intrested, as stupid as it was Leslie wanted to see what the new girl was made of, she stopped at her table, turning her icy blue eyes toward the girl's face. Eying the girl, Leslie noticed that she dressed more like a boy then she did a girl, but she was pretty none-the-less. She blinked once, wanting to say something that would show her dominance, but her brain was still waking up "Okay, so lets get the awkward introductions out of the way, I'm Leslie... Leslie Stone." Leslie imagined how rude she must sound, but this was how she was, and if the new girl didn't like it she didn't have to be around her, besides Heartlanders and Greenbriar residents rarely mingled.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #2 on Jun 15, 2008, 8:02pm »
Cassie looked up from her coffee as the bells above the door chimed. She saw the girl as she entered, dressed high end, snobbish. Cassie took a sip of her coffee and watched the girl before placing the cup back down. She looked at the small watch around her wrist, she still had time before Bandit got to Green Briar, she'd probably head to the stable after this. She couldn't wait to see Bandit, although she's only been away a few days, he was her one reason for sanity, the one she trusted. It may seem lame, trusting a horse, claiming it for sanity, but it was true.
Cassie watched the girl start walking over towards her table. Oh great she thought. The girl was most definitely a Green Briar resident, as was Cassie herself, but you could tell this girl was just by how she dressed. If she wasn't a Green Briar, Cassie would be worried. She introduced herself very straight forward. "Cassie Fulke" She said calmly, taking in Leslie's appearance and tone. Most definitely a snobby rich kid. "I'm guessing you board at Green Briar? If you ride that is." She didn't think this girl was the kind to beat around the bush so Cassie wasn't going to be either.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #3 on Jun 17, 2008, 5:41pm »
[ooc] hope you don't mind me jumping in?
The drive was horrendous and long. David - his uncle - was silent, nearly the entire way, but Aron understood. In contrast to his Aunt Mell, he was very hateful and unforgiving of his parents whom he had finally left - escaped. Although Mell hated her brother and his wife, she welcomed this mystery nephew that she had only come to learn of weeks before. David, on the other hand, barely accepted this new guardianship of the boy, feeling that they would once again be spiraled back into the tangled web of his wife's family. Aron stayed silent, as well, although slightly wanting to begin his new, hopefully better life with this reasonable family, he was quite grateful and surprised a man could go so long with out jibing him or spewing profanity at him. His battered body thanked this new thing as well. Already he liked the cold shoulder's silence more than anything he had ever known.
David had dropped him off without a word, save a sharp "good-bye" before driving the long drive home. A couple bags in hand - more than he had growing up thanks to his loving aunt - he unpacked and settled into the Heartland Facility. It wasn't like he wished to be here, frankly, he had no interest in the equine species. It was his aunt who sent him for good reasons, along with her new, terribly neglected horse, Pippa. His horse, now. She told him that even though he had no desire to ride or learn about horses, he would soon be seduced by them - no one could resist a horse's power. And when he would return in a few months - or however long it would take - he would be the new owner of Pippa.
He thought this over in his empty room, bored nearly to tears. Pippa - though he didn't plan on visiting the stallion - was still at Mell's, well, no. That's not entirely true - he is actually being shipped out as soon as Aron arrived. That was so because it was for Aron's sake to meet some people, instead of sitting in the barn. He didn't care for horses, but he'd much rather sit in the silent barn than converse with strange people who he couldn't predict. His wall was well built and strong. It would be hard to take it down.
Finding little entertainment by sitting around his empty room, he quietly walked the streets, learning the street names, the stores, the area. He wanted to know his way back and well. A small diner sat comfortably on the block, nestled between a convenience shoppe and a barber. His stomach gurgled and he realized he had not eaten since last night - nearly 20 hours ago. David had not stopped along the way, why spend money on a nephew he barely wanted to know?
Entering, he felt somewhat at ease in the place. Quiet, not too many people, he saw the pies sitting in a display, the glass slightly fogged from the fresh pies. He liked the lack of customers - it made him feel less intruding. Sitting down, the waitress approached him.
Water...and could I have a moment to look over the menu?
She nodded, leaving him for merely a minute to retrieve a glass and pitcher of water. He looked over the menu, seeing the prices. He only had about three or four dollars on him and everything even worth eating was at least five. His stomach growled, but he knew he would need to bring more money before he'd explore again. A water will have to suffice for now.
Looking about, he noticed older men flirting with the young waitress at the counter, obviously regulars for she tolerated it with a smile and spoke their first names, directing them to the bar. "The usual?," she asked, the men nodding the waitress, getting cups of coffee, each with a different amount of sugar and creamer. He also noticed a young couple with a baby in a booth, enjoying their quiet meal, tending to the seemingly happy child. Aron's gray eyes found the father and he considered if the father would be a decent one or not. He seemed so - his kind eyes, his warm smile as he looked to his wife and child. His hands stroked his wife's hands and their conversation seemed merry. He felt a speck of jealousy. He could only hope his last year as a minor would be as pleasant as the small family seemed.
The waitress returned, her laughter left its happy residue on her face. She was smiling and chuckles still sounded from her trill of a voice, for she had just left the older, flirty men to see how he was coming along with the menu. He nearly forgot about it.
I decided I don't want anything today. Maybe another day, thank you miss.
She nodded and grabbed the menu, returning to the men at the bar, joking back and forth with them, laughter being the smoke which filled the room.
And then he looked on in front of him, two booths down. Two girls of about the same age sat quietly, talking. But they didn't seem so happy as the couple and the baby. Instead, one was a snobby girl with riding pants and a hideous sweater she must think looks fantastic. She was, of course, a blonde. He gave her credit, though. She was pretty, nonetheless, but he barely cared for her terrible attitude as she seemed to try to converse with the girl. She reminded him clearly of the girls in Chicago - the city girls who thought they were the best, the richest and the more loveliest females alive.
His eyes moved to the other girl, the brunette. She sat quietly and held her composure well, sipping her coffee and speaking bluntly to the venomous blonde. Aron watched quietly, drinking his water. The brunette's blue eyes and her natural beauty was dazzling to Aron. Without even trying, the girl pulled him in, and he was smitten.
« Last Edit: Jun 18, 2008, 12:05pm by .Aron Marks. »
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #4 on Jun 17, 2008, 9:49pm »
OOC://Have right at it! =]
IC:// Cassie looked at the Leslie, she obviously rode horses and obviously rode at Green Briar, if she didn't, Cassie was worried. The girl screamed snob just by looking at her clothes, never mind the way she talked, walked, and everything else. Cassie sighed and sipped her coffee, again. Carefully she looked away from the eyes of the blonde and looked around the coffee shop. Nothing much new just some old guys sitting at the counter and some kid around her age. She sighed again.
Then she looked again. Someone her age. Someone who at least looked sane compared to the Barbie doll across from her. She looked at him for a moment, a smile spreading across her face. She looked back at the blonde and then back at the guy. She grabbed her coffee in hand "Excuse me" She said with a fake smile as she stood up and moved towards the guy. She took a seat next to him. "Hello" She said with a smile.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #5 on Jun 19, 2008, 9:04am »
[ooc] Hopefully Leslie doesn't mind - I'll just go ahead and reply.
Shoot. His mind racing, heart beating, he saw her give a fake, farewell smile to the blonde girl and head over toward him, coffee in hand. He hadn't been as inconspicuous as he had planned for she had caught his eye. But he wanted to talk to her a terrible lot - for she seemed to be the only one who wasn't hysterical about looking fabulous in this outfit or that one - especially since this was the smallest town he had ever seen.
Why act big, when you live somewhere small?
Those people were called 'preps', and no matter where you would travel, there they were. It made him grin a little when he saw the pathetic-ness to it all. What was the point? Who were they impressing? Surely their hick friends wouldn't take notice between a laid back style or an uncomfortable, cheaply made $50 tank top, perhaps worth $5 at the manufacturer's price. It was the brand name they wore - otherwise they could wear hobo outfits. Oh, wait, they already had that style.
But this girl? The one approaching him? She seemed sane enough to not get trapped in such a ridiculous circle. He found that fresh and unique, like a breath of mountain air - he could say that now, for the first time in his life, for Mell's place was located in the mountains of Montana.
His mouth pulled back in a side smile, avoiding showing his teeth. Don't look too happy - that was the motto his father said each time the boy smiled, and if he said that, a hard smack on the back of the head was in order.The face of his father pulled him down all of a sudden and he looked away, only momentarily. I'm screwing this whole thing up... he thought, struggling to keep a pleasant face. He felt stupid - a beautiful girl heads over and is about to sit beside him, and he looks away. She would take it wrong - surely she would. They always did.
She found her place beside him, the sweet smell of her hair finding its way to his nose. His stomach dropped - how could she attempt to talk to him? Was she blind? He would never be worth it...he began to beat on himself, realizing this. No...I am not that same Aron...I am going to be Aron Lane as soon as I return. He smiled now, his brilliant white, straight teeth sparkling. Mell said he had the straightest teeth she's ever seen - she also said to show them once in awhile. Well, here he goes.
Hello, back.
Hello, back? What kind of lame response was that? He could kick himself for it. Clearing his throat, he searched for something witty to say. Nothing came to mind. Feeling pitiful, his heart throbbed in rage toward his father again. d**n you, Ray Marks for taking away any chance at learning small talk... The curse was rather silly in perspective, yet the pain behind the smile was so obvious.
I take it the conversation over there wasn't stimulating enough?
Sarcasm found its way to his sentence and he hoped that she would get the sarcastic message: Was that girl not interesting to you? Hardee har har - of course not. He imagined the conversation now..."Move it, wench, this is my usual seat." "I didn't see your name on it." "Yeah, well, I'll beat you up with my hideous sweater" "Please, your face is painful enough. Ta ta for now." He imagined the brunette as sharp and quick as lightning, while the blonde was the average prep. Never see it coming.
He looked at her, into her stunning eyes. He saw his reflection in the pupils. It made his heart skip. His own icy grey eyes looked back on her and he smiled, loving this new life already. This has already been the best birthday present ever.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #6 on Jun 19, 2008, 1:45pm »
Cassie laughed lightly when he said 'hello back'. "Hello back eh?" She asked with a smile on her face. She set the cup of coffee on the table she turned to face him again. His grey eyes were dull but they intrigued Cassie for some reason. They seemed dead yet so very alive all at once. It was hard to explain.
"Not my type of person" She replied to his sarcastic comment about the girl. Glancing over to Leslie and then looking away, "I don't tend to get along with high class snobs"
She looked at his eyes again, the grey just caught her. She'd never seen anyone with eyes like that. they caught her eye. She laced her fingers around her coffee cup and looked down into the black liquid, quite embarrassed with herself for actually just staring at his eyes.
Cassie couldn't keep quiet that long though. In no time she had her head raised and she was looked at him again. "You just visitin' this town on your way somewhere bigger and better than here or do you reside here?" she asked, hopeing not to be to confrontational.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #7 on Jun 20, 2008, 10:41pm »
He blinked, unsure why she was gazing at his eyes - her look was so intense, he felt the heat rise up his own cheeks breifly. A smile found its way on his lips. She was evil...she made him smile. Looking down, he found his sight finding its way back to her own and he remembered he should answer her question.
Bigger and better? No. He was done with the city life. Forever. No matter if it was the most beautiful Florida city, or a place on the beach in California, he was done. He liked this small town sort of thing and it made him pleased that his aunt's house was tucked neatly away in the mountains - a half hour drive to any near town. Private. Beautiful. Quiet. The opposite from what he was used to. He knew his answer to her question.
I am actually done with the 'bigger and not so much better' places. These smaller towns...I like them. I'm actually staying here for a few months...at Heartland. You?
Smiling, he felt hopeful. Maybe she was staying at Heartland, too...it'd be a dream come true, but since when did dreams ever follow through for him? his heart felt a crack and he feared it would break completely even before she would say no...if she did.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #8 on Jun 22, 2008, 11:53am »
Cassie felt a little less embarrassed as she saw him smile. A smile seemed so out of place on his face that held a few scars. As much as the smile seemed out of place, Cassie liked it there, especially knowing she had put it there. It sounded a little self centered but she didn't mean it to be self centered.
"Ah, I see." She said realizing he wasn't searching for something big. "I guess I could say that to. I'm fed up with the big times. Small towns are my thing, I don't like cities all to much." She though she was rambling so she stopped there, she didn't want to explain mare anyways.
As he said he was a Heartland member her heart dropped. They were rival stables, Heartland and Green Briar. She didn't want to loose someone she'd just met because of a stupid rivalry yet she still said the truth although she was looking down.
"Green Briar" She said, a fake smile on her face, letting her eyes get wide in a sarcastic joyous expression as she took a sip of her coffee. "Not my choice, my mothers" She added to the end after her sip. Her mother thought it was to her best benefit if she went there, further her jumping career with Bandit. Truth be told, she didn't care about shows, didn't care about things like that. She wanted time away from her mother and more with her horse. More time to live a life and not constantly be placed to high standards but at Green Briar that's exactly what happened.
She blew her bangs out of her face with a short breath and looked up again. "So you have a horse?" She asked a small smile touching her lips now. Horses were basically her life, or at least Bandit was. Any guy with a horse was a guy she'd get along with, or at least she usually did. As long as the stable rivalry didn't get in the way.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #9 on Jun 26, 2008, 11:54am »
When she stated that she, too, was more for the small towns, he felt more at ease and more welcomed here. It was such a strange feeling - to be wanted. He liked it. He liked it a lot. He also liked the way she looked at him - as if he wasn't crazy, he liked knowing she didn't know his past. At least not now. Maybe never. A girl like her was too good to ever understand his past - she probably had never had something bad happen to her.
Her face dropped at his mention of Heartland. Why? He wasn't completely sure. She responded with a different stable name and he was only saddened because it wasn't the same as his. She tried to explain herself, but he wasn't sure why she had to. What was the big deal between then two? Should he ask? He figured he shouldn't - he'd look like a total noob. But he should ask...no point in looking like a noob to several other people, too.
What's the big deal between the two, anyway?
He supposed he should answer her question, as well, about his horse. His soon to be horse, he should say. Pippa. Where to begin? Well...his aunt Mell believed that the two would be perfect for eachother because their pasts were oddly almost identical. Both beaten, hurt...forgotten.
Yeah...his name is Pippa. I know he's had a rough life, you don't even have to guess - just looking at him, you'd know. He's one of those finer looking horses...Arabians, I think. The rest, I'm not so sure about. I don't know anything about horses, just what I learned in about three days worth at my Aunt's.
So how about your horse?
He hoped he wasn't being too nosey, but curiosity from both ends was what kept the conversation going, so he was all for it. And besides that, she was interesting. She didn't say much, but she didn't have to. She was different from the girls at home, and this made him flutter inside - not to sound fruity or anything. It just...did.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #10 on Jun 29, 2008, 3:29pm »
She sipped the last of her coffee and set the cup aside. "Ya know, I really don't know what's between the two stables. They're just rivals" She spoke the truth, she hadn't been here more than a few days. "I find it stupid" Again, the truth, why be rivals because of differences. At the end of the day your all people and your all people who love horses. "I guess it has to do something with the way they train their horses. Heartland is all about spirit when Green Briar is hard working pushover show horses"
"An Arabian eh?" She half mused out aloud. Arabians were very pretty horses, although sometimes hard to work with. When he said only three days worth, it almost confused her but she didn't let the emotion show on her face. She nodded in understanding.
She chuckled when he asked about her horse, thinking of Bandit made her smile. "Blackened Sorrow, aka, Bandit. He's a Swedish Warmblood, hard as hell to handle on the ground too." It was true, Bandit was hard to handle on the ground and you had to prepare for the worst with him but hope for the best, maybe that's why she loved him so much. "I jump, cross country, and I've done some dressage before. I prefer western but Bandit is an English horse"
Again, she was mumbling, so she stopped. She could talk on about her horse, but she didn't want to bore the poor kid across from her. Again, his eyes caught her. She didn't know why but something about them just got her every time. As a waitress came to the table she handed over her cup, not wanting anymore coffee, she was all set for now. A light chatter swiped over the diner as she looked around, still less than fifteen people in the whole place .
The chimes announced someones leaving, and someones coming as the people nearly ran into each other. Cassie turned her attention back to Aron. "So what brings you here?" She asked, not really sure what she herself would say if he asked her. Would she be able to tell him the truth or would she lie to him like so many others?
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #11 on Jul 2, 2008, 8:38pm »
The explaination was given to the resentment between the two stables and he grinned. What a waste of time and energy. He was sure that if they became sister stables, there would be a lot of success. Afterall, Heartland would heal and then Green Briar would furthur their training and rank. WOuldn't that be more sensible?
Just rivals? I don't understand why - they both are completely different, from the sound of it.
But that was that and that subject was shut down. Enough of rivalries and tedious things like that. He had spent too much of his own life having a rivalry of his own to even want to keep thinking on someone else's.
Yeah. My aunt bought him from auction. She outbid a slaughter house. He looks so different in comparison to her horses. She only has mountain horses - I forget what they are called. Rockies, I think?
He mumbled the last portion a tad, questioning his own judgement. He couldn't quite remember what they were called, but he remembered that they were very kind and friendly and they were the first horses he rode. He was smitten with the breed, but Pippa was so much different. He wondered if he could ever like Pippa the way he liked his aunt's horses. But he supposed that this was like the rivalry between the barns. Two completely different horses - both vying for a place in Aron's mind. Even if the horses weren't really trying...
She talked about her horse, and for a second, Aron nearly lost himself in the way her lips moved when she talked. And the sound of her laugh. And the way she spoke about something she loved. It was mesmerizing. But his ear stayed trained on her words and he learned something in that second.
English? Pippa is english. I guess he jumps and does that pleasure stuff. Dressage - like what you siad, I think. And endurance. My Aunt told me that that was basically really long trail rides. I doubt I can do that...I heard some of those trails are difficult as heck.
He was talking to much and he left it at that. He was rambling about things he didn't even know. What kind of a jack ass did that? He felt terrible and so he looked down at his cup of water, taking a sip to settle his bouncy stomach. She made him nervous. A good nervous...there was no fear...he liked it.
Cassandra asked him another question that he, this time, hesitated to answer. He'd give her the short version...he didn't see any sign that she could possibly understand the depth of the hurt that his past gave him, no offence. Perhaps in time he could tell her. Perhaps.
My Aunt sent me here with Pippa. She did it to heal us...err...him... at Heartland. Plus I barely know anything about horses, so she figured it'd be better if I learned from experience than from her telling me stuff all the time.
So your mom sent you here - Green Briar, I mean? How do you like it so far?
He remembered the snotty girl who she was talking to not moments before and he realized it probably wasn't a fun place. He even imagined the snotty girl going to Green Briar - the same stable at Cassandra - and yet, she still was hostile.
Re: It's not the end//Open « Reply #12 on Jul 2, 2008, 10:24pm »
"Well like I said, I don't know much about them, I just got in town" Cassie said with a small smile. What was the truth behind the two stables? She'd have to dig around and find out.
"At least she saved him" Casie commented about Pippa. "Rocky Mountain Horses?" She asked, she'd never ridden one but heard they were fun. Her mother strictly held her to warmblood standards, the only time she had to ride western was when she went to her friends house to ride her quarter horses, but now she was here, surrounded by English people.
Cassie watched him, not just him but tried to decipher his features, his emotions, it was hard. He was well kept inside, hurt before? she wondered, she knew what it was like. "Jumping is fun if your doing it for fun in my opinion. Dressage is about precision, it's to boring and ordinary for me. Hint the reason I like barrel racing. Speed." She thought about tail competitions, her friend did that with her Arab cross. She'd never ridden trail, to boring as was dressage.
"My friend back home, she did trail, takes patience and time" She said subtly "Lots of time". When he hesitated Cassie actually felt awkward for a moment, like she had asked a question she shouldn't have. But he did answer which made her feel batter. But when he asked her, she looked out the window before answering.
Keeping her eyes outside the window she answered "Yeah. My mother. Said I needed to concentrate on my 'career' more. She's always pushing me to be better but I don't want to be, I want to be me."
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