nathan thompson
barn staff
headmaster & owner
streets have changed, but i think i'm still the same
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Post by nathan thompson on Feb 5, 2013 23:34:19 GMT -5
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FLOW STRAIGHT FROM MY HOUSE TO YOURS when your eyes start to clear up and you come to terms with everything that you've got, the laughs don't fall out like they used to, they just fall straight back into you. aches that sail like ships through cartilage you never did anything to, for some reason it wants you to know it's not so happy with you when your eyes open wide for just one second inside. the morning is your own, the morning is your own
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[/color] the student barn was not quite his turf.
but still, he knew the place inside out. he was the only person now that knew the history that went behind every echo, footstep, etch in the wall. this had been the first original barn at the farm, and although it was well maintained, the ghosts of age swept through the aisle every once in a while. the tack room, however impeccably it was maintained, held a small secret; notches cut into the doorframe, beside them written 'nathan, age five' to 'nathan, age fifteen'. yes, his father had ever so dorkily taken stock of nathan's height year by year, that tackroom once being his father's office.
but things changed, traded hands. nathan sr was long gone, and now his son was sitting in said tack room, polishing a saddle. strange, one might think, as it was ten o'clock on a wednesday night and nathan hadn't called him a night. but there were soft mumblings from the corridor of horses that were not yet asleep and the silent, high pitched drawl of a radio somewhere within the barn, indicating that life carried on, even at this hour. nathan's rugged hands rand over the supple leather, kneading into it with a rag stained heavily with polish. it was his own saddle; he owned several, too many to count over the years.
as he was the son of the original owner, some horses in the student barn were descendants of his father's horses. many were the first horses he'd ever bought. the first contract he'd ever signed was at the age of sixteen for a mutt gelding by the name of donut, a pesky little thing, not quite beautiful but not quite ugly either. donut had a way of popping over fences that made nathan grow to like the sport that dragged his parents away constantly; showjumping. he could still remember the way his first blue ribbon had felt in his hands, over twenty years later- the first competition he'd entered solely by himself.
the barn held a plethora of firsts and lasts to the first time he met his ex wife and the last time he saw her walk down the corridor. such memories were replaced now by students, teachers; boots strewn across the alleyway and grooming tools left unkept. the notches on the doorframe were now accompanied by the notches from students banging things against the wall, dents from kicks, scrapes from tack. but so it went, and although each summer brought with it a new coat of paint, some things ran far too deep to completely cover.
the tall blonde got up, propping the all-purpose saddle against his hip. as a child, he'd been taught that riding at night was dangerous. surely he'd be devoured by something, or his horse would get spooked, and he'd be abandoned in the woods. but riding for fourty years took you to a state of mind where few things phased you anymore. it wasn't cockiness or recklessness, more a mindset in which you trusted your horse with everything, your foolish descisions and especially your compulsive behavior. he moved down the isle, hoping to not disturb any of the school horses that were already asleep, instead picking one with his ears pricked, gentle face over the stall.
cute little arabian by the name of to the moon, mark. dapple grey. had bought him as a two year old, ten years ago. crazy to think time had passed from when he was a colt to now an adult, whiskers and all. nate brushed over his muzzle, giving him a smile and a soft 'ay boy'. he opened the stall, fluidly placing the saddle on his back, bridling him shortly after. he was an endurance horse, a little high strung, but not necessarily scared of much. then again, a rider's confidence always made a skittish horse feel reassured.
it was then that mark the dapple arab decided to let out a great whinny, noting that oh my goodness, he was going to go outside. nathan chuckled, gently pulling him into the isle, closing the stall behind him. of course, he thought nothing more of this, assuming that he shared company with only the horses. [/div][/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table] this lovely template was made by Arro from Caution 2.0.[/center] |
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Post by Azaria Montgomery on Feb 6, 2013 18:02:10 GMT -5
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Ooc: EEP! Your post didn’t suck by the way! <33 Hopefully mine suits you!
A soft and faint yawn left the pale lips of its owner and the 5 foot two inch woman pulled the collar of her jacket closer against her neck. Tonight it was almost unseasonably cold, well, at least she thought so or it was just the tiredness talking. After having little to no sleep, and working all day, she was left with the responsibility of closing the student barn. She dreaded it at times, but like all faithful and good workers, decided that it would all be worth it in the end. She stepped foot inside the student barn, inhaling softly as she reached out a hand to begin the radio to help keep her awake. The sound of horses greeting her with excitement with hopes that she carried their grain entered the air and she smiled, feeling more comforted now than earlier. Whenever she was around horses, the thick and impenetrable walls she built came crashing down. The barn was a place she could just be and feel at ease with just about everything. Perhaps it was just foolish thought that only a child might have but Azaria had been raised and brought up in the saddle of a horse. She had grown upon the back of an animal that had a mind of its own and yet, trusted them with her life as they did with their own. She’d been through the confidence knocks, and all the thrills and spills that came with it. She had struggled and climbed mountains only to see no end in sight and was content and proud of where she had come from even today. It felt like just yesterday she was braving the harshest snowstorms to drive cattle with her father and their ranch hands. Now, she was just braving going unnoticed by the others, which was a task that wasn’t proving to be easy.
Azaria’s eyes scanned the vicinity, squinting into the dim lighting before she focused upon the buckets of grain at her feet. Grabbing both of them, she made her way down the aisles, giving a scoop to each respectful horse and dishing out a little affection all the same. Her heart was large and especially when it came to animals in general she had an infinite amount of love to give. She smiled as she stroked each independent face, staring into soft eyes that waited eagerly for their feed. She listened to the gentle echo of the munching that mingled with the light static of the radio behind her. As she went along her way, she made sure to peer into every stall and inspect it to ensure it wasn’t harboring any fugitives. She was mildly surprised that none of the students had pulled such a thing. Here she thought she was going to catch one past their curfew. Maybe she would actually be dealing and working with well-mannered kids, instead of the snotty ones she was so used to being around. She smiled faintly to herself as she went upon her duties and finished them with ease. She didn’t leave yet, she didn’t want to. She knew sleep was futile and it didn’t matter how often she tried. There would be days she’d just come home from the barn and sleep for hours, only to be awake at two or three in the morning. She’d mill about her place for a while before she rushed off to the barn, and as usual, be the first one there before the other workers arrived. It was a usual sight to see her fellow coworkers entering the barn with a yawn and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes and questioning how Ria looked so awake and alert. ’If only they knew,’ she thought to herself as she placed the buckets back in their respective places. She did a mild tidying of the feed room, adjusting a few things here and there before she stepped back out into the barn.
She did another quick surveillance and decided she better be on her way. There was no use for her to be questioned by her boss as to why she had stayed longer than necessary. Would he even accept the answers she might have given him? That maybe it was because she just didn’t want to leave. Before she could lose herself within her thoughts, she turned her attention back into the grain room and turned off the lights and shut the door. Just as she did, distinct movement came from behind her and the sound of receding hoof falls entered her ears. She turned around immediately, barely capturing the glimpse of the figure beside the dappled gray horse she recognized was Moon. ”You there,” she called out, voice having a bit of an edge to it as the pair kept moving. Her jaw was set firmly as she strode after them with purpose and her faith in the students was waning. So much for an uneventful night and being around respectful kids. She gave a firm tap on the taller boy’s shoulder to gain his attention as there was no way anyone would get away with ignoring her. ”You aren’t going to get anywhere far with Moon. He’ll be here tomorrow, now hand him over and off to bed with ya, kid,” she spoke, eyes narrowed in on the horse bandit.
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