Post by cavallo on Aug 21, 2017 22:48:18 GMT -6
Whistle Blower & Mikhail Levinksy
Native Charm & Adele Floyd workout at BBS Facilities
She was officially convinced that Malcolm Floyd, her husband was a pompous insensitive asshole - at least recently anyway. She had been riding for IRS for years now and her loyalties were not about to just swap. So what is he was one of the main weanling and yearling trainers for BBS? She was one of the main riders for Intrepid and that was how it would remain. She wasn't about to even bail on Nick Landing like that, but he'd been pestering her to help out with some breezing of BBS horses and it wouldn't have been a big deal if she hadn't felt like shit all the time recently of trying to help run IRS while Nick was taking care of other things.
Intrepid had a quiet season so far, but things were back on the square and that meant she got to get back to doing what she loved the most - ride. Ride spirited horses, to be precise and not the hellhound like she-devil called Pure Innocence. Who named a demented horse like her, Pure Innocence?! It had to be a play on words, a funny joke for sure because that filly was just a pain in the ass and Malcolm would not stop pestering her to take an interest in the filly. So she'd made a deal, for Native Charm and Whistle Blower to stay on grounds for a morning workout and if time permitted then she'd attempt to look at the filly, but she was making no promises and she would watch her work first alongside her and Mikhail before anything else.
The only promises she was keeping right now was her daily morning appointment with the porcelain throne. It had started up a couple weeks ago and she just didn't have the time to even think of going to the doctor. She and Jeff were essentially running the jockey crew and then add-on horse duties, workouts and the like and there was barely enough time for her to eat and sleep, let alone find the time to get herself checked out. She just kept telling herself that it was a bug and it would eventually go away, sucked it up and carried on, but it was starting to wear her down. She heaved up from the floor, brushing her teeth quickly before throwing her blonde hair up into a quick ponytail as she got dressed for this morning's session. The show must go on, even when you're feeling like you've been run over by a Mack Truck. She grabbed some saltine crackers on her way out, through the kitchen as she walked towards the barn in the morning twilight. The warm lights of the barn beckoned and she walked towards their alluring pull. It was May now, spring, but she knew she'd heat up as she worked throughout the day. Ugh. She was always so tired nowadays. Her lunch break would be her catching a very serious nap somewhere and she'd murder anyone who disturbed her.
She hadn't seen Mal, which wasn't unusual. He usually woke up, even before her off seeing to the horses and starting his day. She was glad he wasn't around to see her vomiting her guts out because then he'd be a stubborn Irish prick and ruin her workday. She nibbled on a cracker, dropping the rest of the cracker package on top of a hay bale as she peeked into Native Charm's temporary stall. The bay daughter of Native Flame and Carmilla, flicked eager ears in her direction and a slow smile formed on her face. Chars was by far one of the nicest horses that Adele had ever been tasked to ride, but that didn't make her the easiest. She was sharp and aware, always looking ahead and getting into something, but that had worked to their advantage in mock races so far. Time would tell how she would truly shape up, but Addie knew it could only be good things in her future. They just needed more experience. She grabbed another cracker, crunching it as she walked into the filly's stall, clipping her lead to lead the filly out for a quick brushing in the cross-ties and then saddling.
She looked around the barn, no one really paying her much mind, but she had to wonder if Mikhail would arrive on time. The small woman was scheduled to ride Whistle Blower alongside her and Chars. She hoped the woman hadn't overslept. Such were her thoughts as she groomed the filly and then moved to go grab her saddle, pausing to lift it as her stomach revolted against any sudden movement. She paused and waited, her skin a cold clammy sweat, hoping the wave would just pass. This was getting to be extremely annoying.
ripley
Native Charm & Adele Floyd workout at BBS Facilities
She was officially convinced that Malcolm Floyd, her husband was a pompous insensitive asshole - at least recently anyway. She had been riding for IRS for years now and her loyalties were not about to just swap. So what is he was one of the main weanling and yearling trainers for BBS? She was one of the main riders for Intrepid and that was how it would remain. She wasn't about to even bail on Nick Landing like that, but he'd been pestering her to help out with some breezing of BBS horses and it wouldn't have been a big deal if she hadn't felt like shit all the time recently of trying to help run IRS while Nick was taking care of other things.
Intrepid had a quiet season so far, but things were back on the square and that meant she got to get back to doing what she loved the most - ride. Ride spirited horses, to be precise and not the hellhound like she-devil called Pure Innocence. Who named a demented horse like her, Pure Innocence?! It had to be a play on words, a funny joke for sure because that filly was just a pain in the ass and Malcolm would not stop pestering her to take an interest in the filly. So she'd made a deal, for Native Charm and Whistle Blower to stay on grounds for a morning workout and if time permitted then she'd attempt to look at the filly, but she was making no promises and she would watch her work first alongside her and Mikhail before anything else.
The only promises she was keeping right now was her daily morning appointment with the porcelain throne. It had started up a couple weeks ago and she just didn't have the time to even think of going to the doctor. She and Jeff were essentially running the jockey crew and then add-on horse duties, workouts and the like and there was barely enough time for her to eat and sleep, let alone find the time to get herself checked out. She just kept telling herself that it was a bug and it would eventually go away, sucked it up and carried on, but it was starting to wear her down. She heaved up from the floor, brushing her teeth quickly before throwing her blonde hair up into a quick ponytail as she got dressed for this morning's session. The show must go on, even when you're feeling like you've been run over by a Mack Truck. She grabbed some saltine crackers on her way out, through the kitchen as she walked towards the barn in the morning twilight. The warm lights of the barn beckoned and she walked towards their alluring pull. It was May now, spring, but she knew she'd heat up as she worked throughout the day. Ugh. She was always so tired nowadays. Her lunch break would be her catching a very serious nap somewhere and she'd murder anyone who disturbed her.
She hadn't seen Mal, which wasn't unusual. He usually woke up, even before her off seeing to the horses and starting his day. She was glad he wasn't around to see her vomiting her guts out because then he'd be a stubborn Irish prick and ruin her workday. She nibbled on a cracker, dropping the rest of the cracker package on top of a hay bale as she peeked into Native Charm's temporary stall. The bay daughter of Native Flame and Carmilla, flicked eager ears in her direction and a slow smile formed on her face. Chars was by far one of the nicest horses that Adele had ever been tasked to ride, but that didn't make her the easiest. She was sharp and aware, always looking ahead and getting into something, but that had worked to their advantage in mock races so far. Time would tell how she would truly shape up, but Addie knew it could only be good things in her future. They just needed more experience. She grabbed another cracker, crunching it as she walked into the filly's stall, clipping her lead to lead the filly out for a quick brushing in the cross-ties and then saddling.
She looked around the barn, no one really paying her much mind, but she had to wonder if Mikhail would arrive on time. The small woman was scheduled to ride Whistle Blower alongside her and Chars. She hoped the woman hadn't overslept. Such were her thoughts as she groomed the filly and then moved to go grab her saddle, pausing to lift it as her stomach revolted against any sudden movement. She paused and waited, her skin a cold clammy sweat, hoping the wave would just pass. This was getting to be extremely annoying.
ripley
