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[Kaitlyn Kiers]

Kaitlyn
Kaitlyn hated trailoring. Her dad was driving, she was in the passenger seat. She winced every time she heard a bang. Tic didn't like it either. He especially didn't like it when it was longer than a few hours. This one had been almost five. It would have been shorter, but there was lot's of traffic. Her dad parked the trailor next to all the other ones, then there was a very loud bang.

Kaitlyn sat there, her eyes closed, she sighed opening the door, getting out and slamming it. A groom shouted at her about the noise and how it would spook other horses. She explained that her horse sucked at trailoring and the groom told her to get the horse out and make sure it wasn't sore from kicking so much. She bit her lip to keep from saying something rude back. She opened doors, lowering the ramp. Tic pulled against his lead rope, trying to escape. Kaitlyn untied Tic, and lead him out. The gelding danced around, looking at everything.

She pulled on the somewhat large bay's halter, trying to lead him without letting him step on any other groom's feet. She walked him up and down the aisle a few times before finding his stall and putting him in the stall. He snorted, pacing the stall. She got her tack box and pulled the wheeled trunk up in front of his stall and gave him a treat. She sat down, exhausted. Tic had found the hay, she could hear the hay rustling as he ate it. The many grooms running around seemed like complete chaos. She knew many other people were arriving, but it still seemed more chaotic than necessary. She almost asked one to groom Tic for her but decided that she didn't want Tic stepping on one of them. She didn't want to do it though, so she just let the gelding eat and have peace for a while.

[Logan Jenkins]

Logan walked down the barn alley. He was dressed in a short sleaved plaid shirt that showed off his strong muscles, along with that he was wearing a pair of tan jodphurs that had been so well tooken care of, they could look new. The seven-teen year old led his seven year old Warmblood mare down towards her stall.

Logan looked around at the busy bodies. People, mostly grooms, were putting horses in stalls, mucking out stalls, feeding, and watering. Some were unloading horse out of the trailers. And as Logon saw all this, he felt happy that, that wasn't him. His parents had told him to come out two days earlier to get Rush and himself settled.

The teen opened up the stall and led Rush into the stall. His mare completely blocked out all the noise and excitment. That was one of her talents from being a jumper. She could block out all distractions and make herself focus on something, that is when she wants to. Logan undid the leather halter and carefully slipped it off the beautiful dapples soft nose. He scratched her forehead before heading out of the stall to put the halter and lead away.

Logan quietly slid the stall door shut and bolted it. His mare neighed as a new horse walked in. He looked over to see what kind of horse was comming in this time. He was always intrested to know who the competition might be. It was a gorgeous bay gelding, who looked to be a Trakehner. He danced around and he almost looked hard to handle, and as soon as he was in his stall he started to pace. Logan watched as the women placed her tack trunk by the stall just like he had, and many other students. She gave the stunning horse a treat and sat on the trunk. While her gelding found the hay net and started to munch on it. Logan felt for the girl. Working with horses all day. You got tired pretty fast.

The teenage boy went over to one of the hooks on Rush's stall and hung up her halter and lead rope neatly. He made sure they couldn't fall and with a pat on the side of Rush's neck he decided to make his way over to the other teen.

Being his friendly self he walked over to the lady. It was a short distance between them. There was only one stall dividing the two horses. "Hello, I just wanted to say that your gelding is stunning." he told her with a small welcoming smile. He glanced at the gelding in the stall. "I'm Logan," he introduced himself. "And you are?" Logan asked.

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notes; I don't want to make him sound creepy, but he is kind and friendly!
credits; zie @ CAUTION!
lyrics by coldplay!

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[Kaitlyn Kiers]

Kaitlyn
The fifteen year old girl noticed a guy who looked to be a student. He was leading a grey mare who seemed like an old horse compared to her flighty bay gelding who danced around like a yearling. She smiled slightly as he walked over, she didn't exactly feel like talking but she knew that as soon as people knew that she was into dressage they would probably label her as a snob.

As he approached, Tic looked up. The horse tried to push his nose through the stall bars. The fifteen year old glanced back at him poking his nose and causing the gelding to recoil before he could get his nose stuck between the bars. He complimented her on Tic and she shrugged. "Thanks, he's got good breeding, but he's unfocused flighty, and a bit of a handful. Your mare looks great too," She replied. He introduced himself as Logan and then asked her who she was. "It's nice to meet you Logan, I'm Kaitlyn," She said. He seemed extremely calm considering all the turmoil.

Then Tic got bored. He kicked at the stall door. She heaved a sigh, she should have ridden him first thing, but she had wanted to rest. She made a mental note to take him to an arena and make him do a couple tests quickly. She got up digging out a rubber curry brush from her tack box. She slid open the stall door, putting up a stall guard after she went in. The gelding snorted watching her as she started to brush out his coat. He moved around and she simply followed him until he gave up and stood finally. She looked at Logan having forgotten him at the time. "I'm sorry, I need to do something with him or he'll try to destroy the stall," she said apologetically.