[x]Look[What]The[Car]Dragged[In]

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The White and green horsebox trailer came into the yard pulled by a white, 4x4 trooper. A chestnut facade was visible slightly over the top of the air gap at the back. A slender,auburn haired teenage girl was sitting in the passenger seat , and in the driver seat was a dark haired man. Soon it parked and the girl with impatience opened the jeep door and jumped out. She wore beige jodphurs with black jod boots and a navy anorack. Her auburn hair was tied up with a baseball cap over her head. She stopped and sighed, at last her dream was beginning to come true. She had the horse of her dreams and had stabling for him. "Dad, lead him out from the trailer well I go find the stable owner" She said this smiling at her stepdad , he was just as good as a real dad.

The colt whickered softly as he was led from the trailer, at last. His ears were pricked up and he looked playful even after his journey.
He was over 16 hands and was muscular, and lean. He had the physique of an athlete and an athlete was what he was going to be if he had what it took. She strode towards the house door and knocked nervously, untill now she had been confident but now she felt nervous. Starting at a new stables, she hoped to find a trainer who would be willing to train her and Groove to become champions it would be hard but if they succeded the fruits of success would taste ever soo sweet . The yard was quiet except from the occasional snorts and whickers from the tenants and the clack as they wind blow at the box ramp. She stood still and then moved back a bit and once again was quiet and still.

OOC//crappeh but muse is low

[imagine]

Ty was in the den when he heard a knock on the door. He had an office out in the racing barn, but he preferred to keep all of his records in the den in the house. That way, it was too cold or too hot, he could relax in the house. He still needed to get the barn insulated - and put in an AC system.

Pushing himself up from the desk, Ty strode across the forest green carpet. He opened the door to his den and then closed it behind him, just because. He then took a few steps toward the large front door and swung it open, coming face-to-face with a strange woman. He had never seen her before.

"May I help you?" he asked, smiling a little bit.

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She smiled and replied, " I believe my mom arranged to stable Music is my groove here? She turned her head towards the crimson hued colt that stood and whickered softly. The colt was muscular and green, broken in but that was all. I hope she did or I will be embarrassed," She said softly smiling. The colt snorted with impatience as the scent of other equines whifted towards his nostrils. I'm Flora Mackie, but everyone calls Flo. She saw her stepdad struggle holding the leadrope of the strong colt, and smiled.

ooc//crappeh..muse has dissapeared.

[imagine]

Ty nodded at Flora, recalling the colt's name from a conversation on the phone that he had a few days ago. He looked passed Flora and small the bay horse, his muscles quivering under his skin and his coat shining from the sun.

"I remember, yes," he said. He stuck on his arm, shaking hands with Flora. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Ty Livingston, the owner of the stable." He stepped out of the house and onto the porch. He pulled on his boots. "Let's get your horse settled in and I'll show you around."

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Nice to meet, you Mr Livingston, I have his papers in the van, " She moved over to rescue her stepdad from the colt. Here boy, she murmured quietly. A few strands of her hair getting loose.
I was wondering if there is a chance of getting a trainer? I am hoping to race with him," She said smiling at the colt. He was gorgeuos in her opinion and a good few others, she was sure.

ooc..terrible post but I am musless

[imagine]

Ty followed Flora over to the van, smiling when he saw the young colt settle under Flora's touch. He reached out and let the horse sniff him and then patted his neck lightly.

"I'm the 'ead trainer of this place," he explained to Flora, his Australian accent thick. "I'd be happy to train him for you. Although, it is at an extra cost." He frowned and wondered if maybe she would back out. "Now, were you planning on racing him yourself? Or did you want a hired jockey?" He tilted his head to the side.

"Well, first things first: let's get 'im settled in, shall we?" he asked. "C'mon." He began to walk away and beckoned with his arm for them to follow.