Post by ANDREA PAIGE HAYWOOD on Feb 10, 2011 22:29:03 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] ANDREA PAIGE HAYWOOD *
kinda looks like: Isabel Lucas [/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: Twenty-Three
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
+Student or Riding Instructor: Student
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Female
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Andrea, or Andy as she firmly requests to be called, was born to Greg and Margaret Haywood in a small hospital in west central California. This small hospital, though, has nothing to do with money the family had acquired. Greg was a trust fund baby and with a few good investments they never had to worry about money. By the time Andy was born Greg ran a quarter horse breeding and training facility, specializing in cutting horses and therefore had quite a bit of land devoted to cows as well. The farm was running well and producing champions in the show of both horses and riders and everything seemed to be going great. Well, that is until Andy was five and Margaret disappeared. At the time Andy didn’t know why her mother left and was assured by her father that it was for the best and that it wouldn’t be back.
Andy grew up spoiled and bitchy and she wouldn’t deny it. From the time she was little she got everything she wanted and more when a temper tantrum would be thrown. Her father felt horrible that her mother left and wanted to make sure his daughter had it all. She started riding the ranch horses when she was young, but both her and her father had other ideas for the young girl. Though the money in the industry was on the western side of things, the fame was in the smaller saddle, the Olympics, that had always been the goal of the two. Andy’s first horse was a broodmare that had been trained as a lower level hunter mare by her past owner and she worked her way up from there, always buying and never leasing and only getting the best of the best trainers. Andy started in hunter and then started jumper and has stayed comfortable as a show jumper.
Andy kept going with her horse career, showing off at every A rated show she could get to, catch riding for some big names and riding under some amazing trainers, always on top and always happy with her performance though, as she kept going, her love for horses and the sport slowly started to wane. Of course she still cared for the horses and all that, but there were other things on her mind. She got older and started puberty and for the first time she realized the severe lack of men out at the stable and immediately disliked that. Without a female influence in her life to tell her that boys were something she would be better to wait for she was all over them as soon as she could get their attention. Well, that was until her father found out and told her that he would sell her horse if he ever caught her with another boy again.
Well, the threat didn’t work for a while, instead, it just got worse, a form of rebellion that the girl who got anything and never really had a parent felt she needed to do soon, however, Greg started to date a nice woman and Andy started to become attached, thinking of this woman as her mother. They got close, Andy stopped spending her time with boys and men and, though horseback riding was no longer her future career in her mind, she did still enjoy it and went back to riding for the fun of it, though her father still required her to show. Her new little perfect world, however, came crashing down when her father and the new woman broke up for reasons unknown after a wedding date had even been planned and Andy went back to her old ways with a new swing in her step, drinking and even trying drugs and her dependence on men got worse and worse and finally hit a her all time low when she was twenty, in college, and met a man seven years her elder, James Rudy Canton, a worker at her father’s ranch.
Rudy never gave her the time of day, treated her horribly and yet she was all over him and wanted everything she could get from him and gave him everything and got nothing back but at the same time, she hardly cared. After some time they parted ways and Andy never really got over him, though she could never really tell you why she felt for him at all because he treated her like crap but she can’t help herself. Three years later her father heard of Gemara Manor and sent her there, or threatened to cut her off and force her to get a job so Andy packed up Vegas, her mare, and headed over, still not sure what she wants out of life, getting drunk often, high sometimes and showing horses when she would rather be by the ocean surfing, her new love and adrenalin rush. Instead she now has to find her old flame and try to keep her self esteem about her.
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The only time Damian had purposefully stayed up all night around horses was when he had foal watch at school, and those nights were always significantly painful as he watched an agitated mare pace around her stall for hours on end on a little black and white television screen hardly able to keep his eyes open. When the morning chore people would come in at six the foal watchers were not only welcome but required to leave the stable unless practice later that day, but he had been fine with that. Sleep was important, he understood that and a college student understood that even more after trying to take a test after an all-nighter or being up all night to get to a show only hardly being able to find the hat he was supposed to draw the horse out of. It had never ended too badly for him, personally, but he had seen some nasty falls or just stupid moves from classmates who had been too sleep deprived to be around horses at all, much less show a horse you are to be riding for the first, and literally first, time in your life. And he honestly felt that if sleep wasn’t gotten you were worst than useless, you were in the way so he would never be against sending someone home.
Damian nodded when she said fighting was a waste of time. She was going home now, she looked like she could hardly even keep herself standing up right and, as of now, he was fine. Cold, yes, but hardly tired, then again, he was up at ten this morning, he had no right to be tired yet. As she continued he gave her a half playful glare before nodding. “Fine, I’ll come and get you if I need you,” he insisted, though he wasn’t exactly sure why he would need her unless something horrible came up and he was going to hope that wouldn’t happen and pretend that it couldn’t happen because it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now. Problems at a stable were never a good thing and he dreaded people coming to him to tell him there was something they had to deal with. Casting was the worst for him, for whatever reason. He would almost rather a horse be running loose on the property than have to deal with a horse that had gotten himself cast but he wouldn’t be able to tell you why. It wasn’t as though he had any terrible experiences with casting; he just didn’t want to deal with it, more or less.
He was very grateful to the help he got with the truck, though did give her a bit of a glare when she called it a car. Why? He didn’t know, just some masculine thing about liking his truck and not wanting to insult her. Yes, her, but he hadn’t named it yet, if that made it any better. The only thing he hated about the truck was that, with how large it was, everything had to be cleaned off if he wanted to see where he was going at all but with the two of them it didn’t take too long and, even in the time it did take, the heater had started to work so when they got in the vehicle it was at least starting to warm up a bit with warm air coming through the vents. Maybe he would start looking for jobs in Florida… no, too humid. Vegas… yeah. There was a Medieval Times like thing there, he could see what he could do there. Not to mention, well, who didn’t like Vegas? He had been a few times throughout college and always had a blast as well as a once or twice as a get together and to watch some NCAA competitions while he was there, and say hi to his old coach, of course.
“You’re gonna spoil her too? Great,” he said sarcastically, but also jokingly, of course. “She’s more spoiled than any horse at that barn,” he said, looking at her through the corner of his eyes, and that was saying a lot coming from Damian. Sure, his horses got away with a grand total of nothing, but as long as they were behaving themselves they also got hand fed treats, out to pasture constantly (though that was more for his own peace of mind) and handpicked pasture mates with all personalized gear. He couldn’t really tell you why, it was just something he did and apparently it was his dog too. He even had a jar of dog treats in his office for anyone to give to Bourbon (or their own dog) and carried some around with him and as long as both the dog and the horses stayed well behaved he saw no problem in stopping his constant pestering.
“I know Main,” he said when she described where they were going and started over in that direction. The roads weren’t great, but they also weren’t as bad as they could be. At least it was snow and not ice was really all he could say. Once they were to her house he found himself impressed by her house. It was about the size of his, he thought from looking at the outside, though the yard was smaller but that had been big for him when looking for a house, he did have a large dog, after all. Right when she asked him inside he opened his mouth to refuse, he found himself to be cut off and in the end he just nodded, pushing hair away from his forehead. “Okay, fine,” was all he said, and nodded as she said Bourbon could come in. He was fine leaving her in the car as long as it wasn’t hot, but he would prefer her to come in.
He got out of the truck, let Bourbon out behind him and followed Madison up to the door, sliding his keys into his pocket. He then followed her inside and looked around. “You have power you think?” he asked, for the first time realizing that he may not have power when he got home. He lived even closer to the barn than Madison, just about a mile down the same road and he could only see him having the same issue. He made sure to clean off his work boots well before following her through the house. “Nice place,” he said, mostly because he knew he should but also because he genuinely thought it wasn’t bad, especially for a first house for a twenty-five year old… she was twenty-five… right? Oh, hell if he knew.
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