Post by SHAYNE CARTER ROBERTS on Feb 11, 2011 20:36:27 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] SHAYNE CARTER ROBERTS*
kinda looks like: Paul Walker[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: Twenty-Nine
+Student or Riding Instructor: Instructor - Cross Country
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
+Student or Riding Instructor: Instructor - Cross Country
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Heterosexual
JUST A LITTLE LESS OBVOIUS[/color][/font]
i confess, tonight i'm dressed up in gold[/font]
Shayne was born to a family of barrel racers in Texas. Even as a toddler, he was thrown into the rodeo scene. Before he could walk completely straight, he had a foal with his name on it. The colt was born three years after Shayne. Both he and the colt, a Quarter Horse named Justin, grew up together. Shayne‘s father broke the horse and Shayne was able to ride him near the end of his sixth year. The two of them were two peas in a pod. It was nearly impossible to separate the two. When Shayne got in trouble for trying to bring the horse to his room, the boy ended up sleeping in the stables with his buddy. The two of them were expected to take up the family tradition. However, the course of history was disrupted by a rouge picture on the internet.
When Shayne was eleven, he was shown pictures of a cross country course from a friend who participated in the sport. The boy was hooked. Cross country required more time on horse back than circling three barrels, this was his young mind‘s reasoning. Thus, he broke the news to his parents. They shrugged it off as a phase. They agreed to help him get started, but he was given ungodly amounts of chores to do to pay them back. Instead of deterring him, he only worked harder. It took three years of daily conditioning, except for Sundays, before Justin was able to start in his first competition. Shayne was ecstatic. The boy lost by a long shot, in fact he never finished due to elimination from falling, but he had found his calling.
The boy grew quickly and Justin became a threat through the lower circuits. Shayne had collected plenty of awards, but was cautious of moving up. He had seen one to many horses go down in high level competitions. Still, he finally decided to move up when he turned eighteen. Here, the won a few firsts, but second place seemed to be their staying point. It irritated his competitive side. Because of this, he threw caution to the wind in a race. Pressing Justin with too much speed, the two of them took a tumble down a drop fence. Justin ended with a hairline fracture in his front leg and Shayne with a concussion. The Quarter Horse was saved, but became nothing but a lame pasture decoration.
After his accident, Shayne beat himself into a drunken stupor for weeks until his mother forced him out of it. He returned to his normal self, but was more than hesitant about returning to the field and chancing ruining another horse. That was, before he met his current mount, Charlie. The high-strung thoroughbred was the challenge he needed. He bought yearling racing discard for pennies on the dollar. Though he was unsure about returning to the track, he trained the stallion as though he was. When friends heard of this, they pressured him till he agreed to try the horse out. Charlie managed two first place medals before Shayne got a ob offer in Kentucky. He was hesitant about the job, but it didn’t look like it would kill him for a change of pace. He left his family ,and the newly dug grave for Justin, for blue grass pastures.
YOU'VE GOT ME MESSED UP AND SO[/color][/font]
you talk like you're famous, you're shameless[/font]
hey there. so my name is Skylar. i also play Aliyah and Ryan. i happen
to be female and i've blown out eighteen candles. if you want to contact me, no
sweat. just PM me! but check me out in action
Ryan began straddling the horse as a normal rider would once more. His body was feeling the adrenaline rush. Ever fiber of his begged for him to get crazy and let loose. He loved competing in vault, but there was something about improvising a move on the spot and kicking up dust that the strict regimen of the sport couldn’t do for him. His arms tightened and his grip changed once more. His face was slightly contorted by the grin he wore as he used his legs to feel the giant muscles below him. Ryan’s feet were already at work. His right was hanging loosely while the other felt about a side loop. As Blue rounded the far turn, the man used a simple maneuver to turn himself around before falling to the side. His left leg was draped through the loop and this hand had hold higher up. In this position, he lay with his back flat against Blue’s massive side. If he remembered right, this was called Apache Highway. His rendition was anything but perfect. Not only was he using the wrong equipment, but he’d only practiced it once or twice before. Thus, he was only able to enjoy the ride for a few strides before he had to clamber his way back up. Ungracefully at that.
By the time he had scramble back into his seat, Blue had managed to nearly run to the opposing turn. However, the young man wasn’t concerned with the turn. Rather, his eyes had caught sight of another person. It was a dark haired lady who seemed to be sticking around for the show. Ryan was a flaunt so the attention wasn’t unwelcome. Rather, the man wished he could have done more. However, his boots weren’t holding too well on the pad and the Western gear was still in the tack room. The custom made set was needed for him to really have some fun. Still, a gentleman could just leave a lady waiting.
Using his legs for balance, Ryan let loose the surcingle and took hold of the braided mane, sitting back heavily. Within a few strides, Blue had slowed back to a light trot. The horse let lose a short at the constant speed changes. His rider’s hands scratched his neck quickly before they passed in front of their spectator. Although Blue paid no mind as his head crossed before her, his ears danced as Ryan started up again. “This is my stop..” Laying back, Ryan rolled himself backwards in a childish somersault. The end of his roll wasn’t meant for Blue’s flank, but for the ground. In competition, he would have done a more daring dismount, but he still had reservations about doing a layout off a six foot horse. Besides, he didn’t need to be stupid and break something so early in the year. As if everything he did could be considered safe.
As his feet hit the ground, his body naturally went into a crouch upon landing. Exhaling his pent up breath, he pulled himself up. “….10 for the dismount. And the crowd goes wild!” He announced, more to himself than anyone. He smirked smugly in the woman’s direction. “Howdy. Enjoy the show?” Modesty and humility were a foreign language. He touched two fingers to his brow and did something of a makeshift salute towards her. Blue, who had stopped circling once the weight on his back had disappeared, became curious and had circled back. As soon as the man got the words out of his mouth, the gelding was sniffing at him. Even with his side reins, the animal’s height allowed him to dig around in Ryan’s hair. Ryan responded in turn by attempting to swat him away. “Dude….you ruined my entrance…not cool.” Despite his words, he smiled at the horse, rubbing his cheeks.
By the time he had scramble back into his seat, Blue had managed to nearly run to the opposing turn. However, the young man wasn’t concerned with the turn. Rather, his eyes had caught sight of another person. It was a dark haired lady who seemed to be sticking around for the show. Ryan was a flaunt so the attention wasn’t unwelcome. Rather, the man wished he could have done more. However, his boots weren’t holding too well on the pad and the Western gear was still in the tack room. The custom made set was needed for him to really have some fun. Still, a gentleman could just leave a lady waiting.
Using his legs for balance, Ryan let loose the surcingle and took hold of the braided mane, sitting back heavily. Within a few strides, Blue had slowed back to a light trot. The horse let lose a short at the constant speed changes. His rider’s hands scratched his neck quickly before they passed in front of their spectator. Although Blue paid no mind as his head crossed before her, his ears danced as Ryan started up again. “This is my stop..” Laying back, Ryan rolled himself backwards in a childish somersault. The end of his roll wasn’t meant for Blue’s flank, but for the ground. In competition, he would have done a more daring dismount, but he still had reservations about doing a layout off a six foot horse. Besides, he didn’t need to be stupid and break something so early in the year. As if everything he did could be considered safe.
As his feet hit the ground, his body naturally went into a crouch upon landing. Exhaling his pent up breath, he pulled himself up. “….10 for the dismount. And the crowd goes wild!” He announced, more to himself than anyone. He smirked smugly in the woman’s direction. “Howdy. Enjoy the show?” Modesty and humility were a foreign language. He touched two fingers to his brow and did something of a makeshift salute towards her. Blue, who had stopped circling once the weight on his back had disappeared, became curious and had circled back. As soon as the man got the words out of his mouth, the gelding was sniffing at him. Even with his side reins, the animal’s height allowed him to dig around in Ryan’s hair. Ryan responded in turn by attempting to swat him away. “Dude….you ruined my entrance…not cool.” Despite his words, he smiled at the horse, rubbing his cheeks.
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