Post by MARIANA LOUISE REVETTI on Feb 17, 2011 22:12:00 GMT -5
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[/b][/color][/font] MARIANA LOUISE REVETTI *
kinda looks like: becky lou filip[/font]
TONIGHT I'M FINDING A WAY[/color][/font]
to make the things that you say[/font]
+Age: seventeen
+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]
" i started off in the system. just another lonely foster child, wouldn't you think? well, that's not really how it went. i don't remember what happened or how i wound up there. i mean, i was four, for crying out loud. how many things do you remember from when you were four? not many, i'm assuming. but anyway, that's where i spent a couple of my years, with a few other foster kids and a mom who wasn't really mine. i didn't care to tell you the truth. it was all i'd ever known. but when you got bounced from place to place for who knows how long, you get pretty tired of it, i must admit.
like it does for most, the foster care comes to a halt when you get adopted or your family comes back for you, assuming you still have one. in my case, i was taken in by a pair of men, a gay couple that already had five boys. they were nice people, really, they were, and i was surprised that they actually managed to deal with all of us without going completely insane. loud and crazy would be an understatement in our household, and i was the youngest in the family with five older brothers. i suppose you could say i learned how to stand up for myself.
they were pretty decent kids too, though; not to mention they were the ones who taught me to ride.
so, we lived on a farm. a massive piece of lands that was suited for just about anything. therefore, i guess you could assume we had horses. one for each of the boys and and extra, though he was old, he could still be used, and my brothers still insisted i learn.
to tell you the truth, i was a terrible rider in the beginning. there's no lying about that, either. i about had the same amount of grace as a chicken and i'd nearly topple off every time i lost my balance. frankly, i kind of got used to it, but it helped me get better, too. it was a kind of muscle memory thing that i slowly adjusted to and i, inevitably, improved over time.
my family decided as my skills increased that i needed a horse that suited my now quickly developing abilities, just like each of my brothers. my parents, who obviously had quite a bit of money on their hands agreed, and we set out to find something that could work for me. but i suppose i was small-minded because i didn't want some extravagant warmblood showjumper, i wanted a project, something that could grow and develop with me, rather than having to learn on my own.
we ended up at a rescue, which was the last place we expected to find what i wanted. however, there we came across the most gorgeous haflinger mare, and i instantly fell in love. she hadn't been touched in nearly three years but she seemed friendly enough when we went to actually look at her. she was young, only seven years old, with the potential to do a variety of disciplines. it didn't take long for me decide that i wanted to bring her home. surely, she was slightly small compared to most of the horses we had, but i was about fourteen at that point, nearly done growing and not the tallest of people, so she was large enough for me.
we adopted her after our land was deemed suitable, and we began to work together vigorously. calming her trot, making her sound at the canter, teaching her to jump, dressage figures, and things of the like. it took awhile but we've progressed quite nicely, and at this point we do eventing together, even do we still have some kinks to work out. but, everyone has those, don't they? "
like it does for most, the foster care comes to a halt when you get adopted or your family comes back for you, assuming you still have one. in my case, i was taken in by a pair of men, a gay couple that already had five boys. they were nice people, really, they were, and i was surprised that they actually managed to deal with all of us without going completely insane. loud and crazy would be an understatement in our household, and i was the youngest in the family with five older brothers. i suppose you could say i learned how to stand up for myself.
they were pretty decent kids too, though; not to mention they were the ones who taught me to ride.
so, we lived on a farm. a massive piece of lands that was suited for just about anything. therefore, i guess you could assume we had horses. one for each of the boys and and extra, though he was old, he could still be used, and my brothers still insisted i learn.
to tell you the truth, i was a terrible rider in the beginning. there's no lying about that, either. i about had the same amount of grace as a chicken and i'd nearly topple off every time i lost my balance. frankly, i kind of got used to it, but it helped me get better, too. it was a kind of muscle memory thing that i slowly adjusted to and i, inevitably, improved over time.
my family decided as my skills increased that i needed a horse that suited my now quickly developing abilities, just like each of my brothers. my parents, who obviously had quite a bit of money on their hands agreed, and we set out to find something that could work for me. but i suppose i was small-minded because i didn't want some extravagant warmblood showjumper, i wanted a project, something that could grow and develop with me, rather than having to learn on my own.
we ended up at a rescue, which was the last place we expected to find what i wanted. however, there we came across the most gorgeous haflinger mare, and i instantly fell in love. she hadn't been touched in nearly three years but she seemed friendly enough when we went to actually look at her. she was young, only seven years old, with the potential to do a variety of disciplines. it didn't take long for me decide that i wanted to bring her home. surely, she was slightly small compared to most of the horses we had, but i was about fourteen at that point, nearly done growing and not the tallest of people, so she was large enough for me.
we adopted her after our land was deemed suitable, and we began to work together vigorously. calming her trot, making her sound at the canter, teaching her to jump, dressage figures, and things of the like. it took awhile but we've progressed quite nicely, and at this point we do eventing together, even do we still have some kinks to work out. but, everyone has those, don't they? "
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 charlotte. i also play mr. nobody. i happen
to be female and i've blown out thirteen candles. if you want to contact me, no
sweat. just pm me! but check me out in action
the pencil between his fingers dangeled loosely between his fingertips as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. this wasn't so bad, he supposed, if he let his mind wander. but then again, that wasn't really the reason why he was out here. he did have the rest of the weekend to do it, though, yet he knew if he put it off, he'd forget or just not feel up to doing it later, either.
passing the cigarette from his mouth to his hand, he exhaled again, taking a moment to listen to the near silence of things. it brought a smile to his lips for a moment and the tention in his mind uncoiled.
unfortunately though, without nicotine, he wouldn't have found a way to unwind like that, and sometimes he wished he didn't have to depend on a drug to find calm, but it worked out for him, so he wasn't prepared to give it up. he sat there for a moment longer, enjoying the quiet he'd found within himself, just before the muffled sound of footsteps penetrated the silence.
his eyes opened and swiftly fell upon the unfamiliar figure of a girl. she was younger than him, he could tell, but her age didn't look as if it put a damper on the confidence she seemed to have. truthfully, he was a little intrigued, but couldn't manage to work up the courage to pry or ask any questions himself. he didn't think that it'd be a problem once she opened her mouth, though. brennan was better at answering, anyway.
she told him the world's theory on cigarette smoke and how it wasted your life away. maybe a part of him know that, but he didn't particulary care, even though he wouldn't say it. " sounds unrealistic. " he muttered and looked back down at his textbook. for a moment, however, he thought over subtracting eleven minutes every time he lit a smoke, but decided numbers still sounded exceedingly unappealing.
it was unhealthy, she said. eating junk food was unhealthy, too, but that never stopped anyone. besides, it didn't have that same claming effect, either. " but it's relaxing... " briefly he considered offering her one to try and demonstrate what he meant, but that'd be rude and he knew it. instead he slipped the tip of it underneath his heel to put it out and placed the butt on the ground next to him. there was no point in making her put up with the smell.
passing the cigarette from his mouth to his hand, he exhaled again, taking a moment to listen to the near silence of things. it brought a smile to his lips for a moment and the tention in his mind uncoiled.
unfortunately though, without nicotine, he wouldn't have found a way to unwind like that, and sometimes he wished he didn't have to depend on a drug to find calm, but it worked out for him, so he wasn't prepared to give it up. he sat there for a moment longer, enjoying the quiet he'd found within himself, just before the muffled sound of footsteps penetrated the silence.
his eyes opened and swiftly fell upon the unfamiliar figure of a girl. she was younger than him, he could tell, but her age didn't look as if it put a damper on the confidence she seemed to have. truthfully, he was a little intrigued, but couldn't manage to work up the courage to pry or ask any questions himself. he didn't think that it'd be a problem once she opened her mouth, though. brennan was better at answering, anyway.
she told him the world's theory on cigarette smoke and how it wasted your life away. maybe a part of him know that, but he didn't particulary care, even though he wouldn't say it. " sounds unrealistic. " he muttered and looked back down at his textbook. for a moment, however, he thought over subtracting eleven minutes every time he lit a smoke, but decided numbers still sounded exceedingly unappealing.
it was unhealthy, she said. eating junk food was unhealthy, too, but that never stopped anyone. besides, it didn't have that same claming effect, either. " but it's relaxing... " briefly he considered offering her one to try and demonstrate what he meant, but that'd be rude and he knew it. instead he slipped the tip of it underneath his heel to put it out and placed the butt on the ground next to him. there was no point in making her put up with the smell.
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