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[MACEE BELLA MARIE TAYLOR]

"Boots... boots... gosh damn it. I took them off here. And now they are gone. Where the hell are they?" Macee stood, rubbing her forehead, in front of her closet. She had pulled all her shoes out and still couldn't locate her missing work boots. "Maybe..." she muttered to herself as she turned to her bed, flopped onto the ground, landing on her stomach and throwing up the bed skirt. Reaching under with her arm, Macee felt around for her boots. Still nothing. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "I could wear my riding boots..." She said, walking back to her closet and looking in; the newly polished knee high boots stood on top of their box, just waiting to be used. Sighing, she went back to her bed and sat down. Setting her head in her hands, she thought about her last few days. Macee's first night here should have been the best, she was finally here, finally at Gemara, the place she had been dreaming about being for over a year now. But instead of getting to know people or ever unpacking her clothes into her room she spent her time trying to get Jet to settle into his stall. He didn't take the move well, he hated being in new places and caused problems for Macee the whole night. The next day, he refused to come out of the stall, and even after an hour of coaxing, she could still barely get him to stick his head out the stall door. So instead of sitting in the saddle, she spent her afternoon cleaning tack, mucking stalls and grooming Jet, trying to get him to finally come out of the stall, still with no success.

Snapping out of her thoughts Macee tuned her head, glancing over her shoulder at the digital alarm clock at stood on her window seal. 8:37 flashed across the front screen. Sighing again Macee pushed herself up to her feet, glancing once more around her room. Checking every surface before going to her closest and grabbing a out pair of tennis shoes, dirt and stained green from years of mowing the lawn in them. Pulling them on Macee wrinkled her nose, they were stiff from her run through some swampy grass a few months ago. Standing back up, Macee reached for the door and pulled it open, making her way down to the barn to see Jet.

Walking to the barn, Macee wrapped her arms around herself, wishing slightly that she would have grabbed a jacket before leaving her room. She stepped into the barn, the smell of hay and horses hit her. Smiling she took a deep breath, then exhaling before walking down the aisle towards Jet's stall. The stallion stood in the back of his stall his rump faced to Macee and she approached. Smiling she put her arms over the door "Hey lazy boy, you ready to come out today?" When he didn't budge she rolled her eyes, preparing herself for a fight Macee glanced around the barn. No one else seemed to be in, sighing she grinned to herself. She liked being alone with the horses, they gave her a calm feeling and she trusted them.

Dropping her shoulders she grabbed the blue halter that hung limply on the side of the stall. Unlocking the door she stepped into the stall, squishing down into the hay she stuck close the the stall wall and came around to Jets view. Smiling she reached out and petted his shoulder, it was damp to the touch and quivered under her hand. Jets head hung low to the ground and his ears flopped forward. "Come here pretty boy." Macee wrapped her arm around the stallions lowered head, placing the halter on and buckling it before he could pull away from her. Quickly his head snapped up, almost hitting Macee in the chin. "Playing sick won't work here." She giggled turning him around a few times before leading him towards the door. Jet froze, locked his legs and refused to move, his head sticking out of the stall door. "I will win." Macee said grinning at the stubborn stallion.



"talk like this"
"think like this"

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[ADRIAN GABRIEL FEILDS]

Hand lifted up and shielded Adrian's mouth as he yawned quite loudly in it. Eyes peeled open slowly then shut again, as he wrestled with his mind to get out of the bed that was so comfortable. Mornings were always a struggle, the boy liked nights much better, he was more awake and better able to focus on the tasks he must complete then during the morning when his mind was still groggy from the rest he had received, or not, depending on the night. Last night happened to be a good night, full of sleep, but a lot of tossing and turning.

Light barely filtered through the blinds that covered the window in his small, Gemara apartment. He sighed and in one quick movement sat up, arms and legs extending as he stretched out his unused muscles. Another yawn came from his lips as he rubbed his left eye and used his right hand to open the blinds and look out. The sun had barely risen over the landscape which meant it was pry about 7 or so. This would mean that everyone in Gemara would be up and visiting their horses. Most thought 6:30-7:30 the perfect time to greet their horses good morning and maybe even do a light ride. So Adrian assumed he should sit back for a bit and let the barns clear out. He preferred it when he could focus completely on his horse and not get distracted by some newbie near by talking constantly to their horse. Sure, horses were smart animals, but they couldn't talk back, so why tell them everything and ask for advice? It was annoying to him to hear other people indulge in such activities.

He dragged his carcass out of bed and made a light breakfast of scrambled eggs. His scrambled eggs were anything but light though, they consisted of a lot of cheese, egg, pepper, salt, and ketchup, lots and lots of ketchup. It was unclear exactly when his fondness for ketchup turned into an obsession but he ate ketchup with just about anything. Even back in Germany, his mother would scold him, saying it was a "sin" to put ketchup on such good beef. But he'd do it anyway.

By 8:15 he was out the door in his worn black boots, green Aero long sleeve shirt, and Buckle jeans. His hair had yet to be maintained, still twisted into blonde chunks on top of his head. To be honest, he could careless if people thought him a slob because he didn't feel like making his hair look nice. They could think what they want, and they would.

Rodney was in the stud barn, away from all the females which he would love to meet, so Adrian was away from most of the riders anyway. Most people preferred a female or a gelding, and he couldn't blame them. Studs were more unpredictable, they liked to use their testosterone at the most inconvenient times, and they were stubborn. Rodney was a purebred breeding stud though. His whole livelihood was to breed and show. Such a fine specimen would be a waste to turn into a gelding just for show purposes, so Adrian made do with the temper, his patience his best feature.

He had just slipped into Rodney's stall when he heard the soft thud of boots go by the stall and his eyes landed on a beautiful girl. At Gemara, beautiful girls were common. The rich girls all came here in hopes that they would become real winners, they all had the old money beauty that one would expect. Even the girls that were on scholarship here seemed to radiate a glow about them. Perhaps that was why he liked Gemara so much.

The boy smiled to himself as Rodney rubbed his nose against his side, nearly pushing him over. A light slap was dealt and Rodney backed away, aud's pinned back against his forehead but then returning towards Adrian as the stud eyed him. Adrian's attention had returned back to the stud when he heard the girl talk. "I will win", she had said. Win what?

Curiosity overcame the boy as he stepped outside the stall, Rodney trying to follow him, but he shooed the stud back inside, closing the stall door firmly behind him. He then ventured down to where he had thought the girl had traveled. A chuckle came from his lips when he saw the pair, arms folded in front of his chest as he stood in front of their stall door.

"Studs are a pain aren't they?" He chuckled again.

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This battle went on, Macee tried coxing him, fighting him, ignoring him. Nothing. Staring to get frustrated she loosened her pull on the stud’s lead rope. Immediately Jet’s head pulled back into the stall and he retreated to the dark corner and turned his rear to the door. Macee groaned, a light sweat now covering her forehead and a frown pasted on her mouth. Dropping her shoulders and stepping into the stall, she carefully walking around to Jet’s head and pulling off the halter. Patting his neck and scratching between his ears Macee tired one last time to coax the stud out of the stall with no success.

Stepping out of the stall Macee caught sight of Adrian, stopping a minute before grinned and nodding to him “Yeah. I’m half tempted to geld him but I know by now it’s too late.” She muttered fussing with her hair for a minute before noticing Adrian’s appearance. Placing the halter back outside the stall door Macee leaned against the door “I’m Macee by the way.” She said grinning and looking up before pointing into the stall through the open door. “And that bugger is Jet.” She sighed looking into the stall as Jet shuffled, lay down, spotted Macee staring at him then stood back up. His ears flattened to his head, looking straight at Adrian. “Little nasty sometimes. He is normally pretty good. Think he is having a hard time adjusting.” Macee apologized, grabbing the stall door and pulling it half way close to block Jet from view.

From inside the stall a loud neigh came out and Jet’s nose appeared between the bars of the doors. He snorted and looked down to Macee, nodding his head quickly neighing again to her. Rolling her eyes Macee looked at Adrian, “Just ignore him. I do.” Grinning Macee stood up and rubbed the back of her head, tilting her head slightly to the side looking around the barn. They appeared to be the only two here, knowing that most students preferred to work with geldings or mares instead of stallions with their testosterone and stubbornness. Which always seemed to be shown at the most embarrassing moments, Macee could recall her first show with Jet. The stallion had gone into a fidget fit and reared up before jumping over the fence of the outdoor area and ran off back to the stable before Macee could finally get him back under control. Snapping back Macee grinned running her hands through her hair again, “I really need to stop that.” She thought dropping her hand to her side again and pointing to the feed room “I got to get him some food before he eats through the door” she motioned back to Jet who stood liking the metal bar of the stall door.

Pricking his ears forward Jet whinnied, pulling his head back into the stall before starting to make circles around and around. Stopping for a moment at his feed bucket before calling out again then continuing to make circles around the stall

“Looks like I better hurry” Macee said rolling her eyes slightly at the childish actions of the stud.




"talk like this"
"think like this"

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[ADRIAN GABRIEL FEILDS]

Her comment about gelding the stud made him laugh. "Can't take the testosterone out of the boy just by taking away him manhood." It was a joke, but it was true. Stallions that had been stallions all their life would still have the same tendencies, even when gelded. It just went to show that its hard to change when you've acted a way for so long. Besides, it would be just cruel to do that now. Though Adrian wondered why the stud refused to calmly to leave. Jett wasn't in a tisy about his owner trying to be led out, instead he stood calmly and just plan refused, which seemed like just a simple act of disobedience.

"Adrian, nice to meet you Macee." Adrian considered extending his hand as a way to appear more friendly, but then decided against it when he noticed the stud's eyes on him, but not the girls. She was worried about her horse, that was very noticeable, and he couldn't blame her. He had interrupted her after all, so it was his own fault. He was used to being ignored anyway, though she seemed to want to keep the conversation going, which was even better. Though soon he knew he had to get Rodney out into the ring and get some riding in before it became too hot.

"He seems like the type that is hard to ignore." Adrian said, right eyebrow raised as he watched the stud nearly throw a fit. Back at his old trainers, such fits would not be tolerated, whether they were studs, mares, or geldings. Bad behavior was expected every once in a while, but to throw a fit in the stalls, that was something punishable. Trainers in his other stables were much different than the ones at Gemara though. Here, the kids were more hands on than the trainers ever were, so if you had a problem with your horse, it was on your own time to figure it out.

"Better make that faster than a hurry." Adrian called after her. His arms crossed as he strolled toward the stud, peering into the stall. The brute looked slightly similar to his own stud, Rodney. This one was just a little taller, and had a white marking running down his face. The breed had to be close, but different too, their builds similar, but not quite. "Settle down you brute. Enjoy giving Macee a hard time eh?" He laughed. The stud seemed to be a horrible beast to take care of, but when being a spectator, his events were quite funny.

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Macee made her way to the feed room, shaking her head she looking around. This feed room was much more complicated than her old stable’s, buckets stood around the perimeter of the room each labeled and a scoop hanging next to them. Four also sat in the middle of the room making a path around the room. Macee grabbed a pail and scanned around looking for the right feed Jet needed. Biting her lip Macee thought about Jet and Adrian, she must have looked like a fool. Not even able to remove her mount from his stall, then not doing anything when he started throwing his fit. Macee sighed; knowing she should have done something not just let him act like he ruled the roost.

Jet looked out at Adrian, his ears still slightly pinned to his head which hung lowly nodding slightly. He backed into the corner again, keeping both eyes on Adrian still, picking up his head slightly when he heard Adrian speak. Tilting his head slightly he flicked his ears forward then back again before letting out a whinny again, calling for Macee.

Pail in tow Macee walked back out to Jet’s stall, where Adrian still stood, much to her surprise. Walking up next to him she looked into the stall “Still standing in the corner?” she sighed rolling her eyes and pulling open the door, stepping inside and dumping the mix of feed into Jet’s bucket. After checking his water Macee stepped out and fully closed the stall door as she waiting for Jet to eat. “I wanted to get him out for a ride today, but I fear that might be a little difficult.” The stallion slowly lifted his head again looking at Macee then the feed dish before walking over and started to eat. “Maybe after breakfast…”

Turning Macee leaned against the stall and looked at Adrian, he was a rather attractive guy, just a few year older then her. He had lovely eyes that she kept finding herself staring at, before blushing and looking away quickly. She hadn’t seen him around a lot but she had heard others around the barn talk. He was a rather good rider and he showed a great connection with the horses. Struggling for something to say Macee spat out the first thing to her mind “You are a great rider.” She blushed even more “Not that I have seen you, but I have heard.” She felt her checks turn even reader “from the other around here, they talk a bit.” Finally Macee just stopped, tilted her head to the side and let out a sigh grinning slightly.

“I’d love to see you ride.” She added looking back at Jet, who still had his head stuffed in his breakfast. Reaching through the bars she grabbed a handful of his mane and twisting it around her fingers. “I’d die to look good riding this boy, sometimes he makes me feel like a rag doll atop a Clydesdale.” Macee chuckled dropping the piece of Jet’s mane and smoothing it back onto his neck. The stallion lifted his head and nibbled at Macee’s fingers before she tapped him on the nose and he backed off, but he remained at the front of the stall almost as if he was ready to get out and behave this time.

"talk like this"
"think like this"

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[ADRIAN GABRIEL FEILDS]

It appeared that Jett didn't enjoy Adrian's company, and he supposed he wouldn't. This stud seemed quite content with only being in contact with Macee and even caused her trouble. Why he didn't want to come out of the stall was quite a wonder though. The way that the brute peered back at him from behind the bars implied that he wasn't a fearful animal, just a jerk. Adrian felt bad for Macee having to deal with something like this. He wasn't even sure what he could do to help. Hell, Rodney couldn't wait to get of his stall and stretch his legs. Being such a large horse in a stall could get cramped, so why wouldn't a horse want to leave especially when it didn't appear to be the fact that he was scared or anything. Horses.

When Macee disappeared inside the stall, Adrian took a step away from it, letting her have her space with her animal. When she came back out, he was just a few strides away, standing directly in front of her stall door. "To be honest, I would have used the food as a lure, sometimes you have to play dirty to get your way." Adrian smiled, arms still crossed over his chest as he watched the horse eat the food greedily. All horses ate like they were starved for days. If Rodney acted the way that Jett did though, he would have been starved until the food was enough to coax him out of the stall. Of course, he would still be given water and hay, but because of his stature and appetite, he would surely begin to hunger for the feed more than water or hay.

When she told him he was a great rider he was surprised. Whenever he practiced it was when others weren't around, so she had to have almost been sneaking around watching him. Adrian didn't really mind that, she was an attractive girl after all, and he was flattered that she thought him to be a good rider. He never felt like he was quite to the level where he should be. But then she changed her meaning into something different. So people at Gemara were talking about him already. How, or why, people had noticed him, he wasn't sure. Maybe the rumors had started with the fact that he came from a small equestrian family in Germany, which would led to people assuming he was good enough to transfer to an American school and spend all the money to get here. He hoped they were right.

"And so the gossip starts." A grin grew on his face as he looked down to his feet, shuffling his boots against the hard cement underneath. Arms dropped to his side as he looked back up at the girl. "I don't really let people watch me ride." A slight frown crossed his face and when he did look back up the girl was looking over at her horse and on to the next topic. He did have a reason for not letting people watch him ride. He wanted to completely focus his energy into the ride, and not impressing some hot girl. Also, he didn't want any kind of competitor knowing how he trained and rode and such.

"Practice makes perfect. Though it can't be as bad as you make it sound." He noticed the stud seemed to be trying to make amends and assumed that she would soon be heading out for a ride. He wouldn't blame her if she did, everyone needed to get their riding in throughout the day and if this was the time that the stud would finally come out, then it was best to jump at the opportunity.