Post by AZARIA JAIDEN EASTON on Feb 10, 2011 16:07:21 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] AZARIA JAIDEN EASTON*
kinda looks like: Carrie Underwood[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: Twenty-two
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]
Azaria truly never had a rough life. She grew up with her father who trained Thoroughbreds for a living. Her mother was a blurry image in her mind because she left her father for a rich man to ensure she would gain material possessions. Due to her dad’s job, he was unable to provide the fancy items she wanted and thus, she left him for someone who would. She left the family when Azaria was four but she had always been a daddy’s girl. She was his second shadow and constantly watched him train thoroughbreds. It appealed to her more so than the dance, piano, and guitar lessons he was providing her. She was in awe with the animals and her father noticed. When Azaria turned seven she was given her first pony named Bales. Azaria adored him to no end and often imitated what her dad with the Thoroughbreds with the bomb-proof pony.
Azaria excelled in riding and blossomed before him. It was soon that she outgrew Bales and her father gave Azaria her first horse at fourteen. Minnie was a somewhat older mare but she was cautious and respectful. Just what her father needed to make sure that his young daughter wouldn’t get injured by younger horses. Azaria was jumping higher and competing in the ring. In the saddle was where she was the most comfortable. With Minnie, her confidence soared and despite the bruises and the occasional breaking of bones, Azaria was proving that she would endure through it all. She had a passion for riding and it showed. Minnie soon passed when Azaria was roughly nineteen. She was heart-broken and her father soon allowed her to help train the Thoroughbreds. Azaria struggled a little before it become like a sixth sense. Her father often entrusted her to do certain things with them when he did his errands. Soon enough, she was exercising Thoroughbreds to occupy her time and to get more experience in the saddle.
When Azaria turned twenty-one she bought her own Thoroughbred with hopes to follow in her father’s footsteps. She then decided to move away from her father and come here, knowing that she would have the ability to go see him as he lived in Kentucky. After developing such a bond with her stallion – she wanted another horse or rather horses. The day before her twenty-second birthday, she bought herself a Quarter Horse gelding that was used in western and an all-rounder mare. Azaria wanted a challenge and something new and well, she most certainly got it.
YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]
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Why do I suddenly feel much… Warmer? The thought brought itself into his mind as he gazed sleepily down upon the brown stain growing in size. His hazel eyes curiously studied it before hearing the faint sound of liquid pouring and colliding with his pale blue pajama bottoms. His groggy eyes then turned towards his right hand in which was holding hot coffee. Immediately he sprung up, and began to squeal with pain. “Ow! Ow! My poor family jewels!” He ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. Finally, his brain began to function and he ran into the kitchen of his apartment. The twenty-two year old man slammed into the kitchen counter as his socks slid across his newly waxed floor. Almost falling flat on his butt, he managed to have the aid of the kitchen counter to catch him. He listened to his mug clatter into the sink whilst he fumbled around for the cold water nozzle. Finally managing to make the cold water turn on, he sighed with relief. The heat dissipated and the sheer look of pure joy crossed his gentle and masculine face. When his “family jewels” were no longer aching with pain as they had before, he jumped off the kitchen counter and onto the floor. Bad move. The five foot eleven inch frame of Rafael Allighiero collided with the floor in seven seconds flat.
His toned frame lay there for a minute, and he mumbled into the floor. His brown hair a complete mess for some parts stuck up whilst others lay flat against his skull and jutted out from the sides. Oh yes, Rafael looked completely presentable to the world, especially with the large portion of his soaked pajama bottoms. Rising slowly from where he lay, he cautiously moved to the safer side of his apartment. Before he departed the kitchen entirely, he glowered at the mug that lay beaten in the sink. He smiled before walking away, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him. He shut off the T.V. he entered the bathroom where he removed his soaked pajamas and boxers, and entered his shower. The hot water hit his body, and Rafael loved every damn minute of it. Shutting it off, he left the warmth behind to suffer a few minutes with being cold. He quickly grabbed a pair of clean and dry pair of boxers before slipping on jeans that complimented the lower half of his torso which was mainly directed towards his butt. He dried off his upper half before putting on a tight bright blue shirt that lit up his eyes. The shirt was a name brand but the lettering in white read “And that’s what happens when you party naked.” Rafael saw this shirt and just had to have it. How could he resist such a… Provocative shirt that had made him giggle the first time he saw it? He gelled his hair so that it looked normal rather than the disheveled mess it once was before. Placing on a pair of comfortable shoes, he walked out the door.
Rafael’s pearly white smile greeted people as he walked past them. Of course, some must have questioned his sanity for being so overly perky on a cold autumn afternoon. Rafael would gladly admit he had no sanity, and would state he was sanely insane just to confuse people. He walked the short distance to the Country Festival where he wanted to merely have fun and be a little kid. He entered the park, and gazed at the rides around him with an awe-struck face. He didn’t even know where to start! Tapping his foot, he muttered to himself, discussing on what ride he should happen to go on first to start his day off right. But he was alone, and being alone was very not.. Fun. He looked around eagerly, trying to find someone that he could playfully tease or make friends with. He smiled as people swirled around him, clearly unfazed with the weather but it was livable. Exhaling into the air, Rafael got distracted by the cotton candy machine. And was he was lured towards the line to have the tasty morsel satisfy his newly founded sweet tooth. Oh yes, his day was starting off on the right foot.
His toned frame lay there for a minute, and he mumbled into the floor. His brown hair a complete mess for some parts stuck up whilst others lay flat against his skull and jutted out from the sides. Oh yes, Rafael looked completely presentable to the world, especially with the large portion of his soaked pajama bottoms. Rising slowly from where he lay, he cautiously moved to the safer side of his apartment. Before he departed the kitchen entirely, he glowered at the mug that lay beaten in the sink. He smiled before walking away, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him. He shut off the T.V. he entered the bathroom where he removed his soaked pajamas and boxers, and entered his shower. The hot water hit his body, and Rafael loved every damn minute of it. Shutting it off, he left the warmth behind to suffer a few minutes with being cold. He quickly grabbed a pair of clean and dry pair of boxers before slipping on jeans that complimented the lower half of his torso which was mainly directed towards his butt. He dried off his upper half before putting on a tight bright blue shirt that lit up his eyes. The shirt was a name brand but the lettering in white read “And that’s what happens when you party naked.” Rafael saw this shirt and just had to have it. How could he resist such a… Provocative shirt that had made him giggle the first time he saw it? He gelled his hair so that it looked normal rather than the disheveled mess it once was before. Placing on a pair of comfortable shoes, he walked out the door.
Rafael’s pearly white smile greeted people as he walked past them. Of course, some must have questioned his sanity for being so overly perky on a cold autumn afternoon. Rafael would gladly admit he had no sanity, and would state he was sanely insane just to confuse people. He walked the short distance to the Country Festival where he wanted to merely have fun and be a little kid. He entered the park, and gazed at the rides around him with an awe-struck face. He didn’t even know where to start! Tapping his foot, he muttered to himself, discussing on what ride he should happen to go on first to start his day off right. But he was alone, and being alone was very not.. Fun. He looked around eagerly, trying to find someone that he could playfully tease or make friends with. He smiled as people swirled around him, clearly unfazed with the weather but it was livable. Exhaling into the air, Rafael got distracted by the cotton candy machine. And was he was lured towards the line to have the tasty morsel satisfy his newly founded sweet tooth. Oh yes, his day was starting off on the right foot.
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