Post by kaine on Nov 12, 2011 8:57:48 GMT -5
( KAINE RILEY O'CALLAGHAN )
( TWENTY-ONE , LOCAL , JENSEN ACKLES , BOUNCER)
( STUBBORN, ARROGANT, RECKLESS, IMMATURE, PROTECTIVE)[/center]
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EXPERIENCE Five
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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE
Harlow heard the faint beeping of her alarm clock. She moaned and stretched, moving her small hands above her head as she stretched out her shoulders. She felt the joints pop into place and she sighed, relaxing in that position, with her hands falling down onto the pillow her head was on. Harlow blinked quickly in the bright room and cursed herself for not shutting the blinds last night. In the apartment room Harlow was in – there was a lot of windows and she usually closed the blinds so that this problem didn’t happen. Sighing, because it wasn’t like the sun would just fall out of the sky anytime soon, Harlow opened her eyes. She then swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and tossed off the covers. Harlow looked over at the alarm clock. It had fallen silent, due to the fact that Harlow hadn’t silenced it in time. She leaned over and slid the button over, so that it didn’t start up beeping again. Sitting upright, Harlow looked around her room and sighed, lifting a hand and splaying her fingers through her long, brown hair. It was a little tangled, but she took such great care of it that the tangles didn’t hold up to her putting more pressure behind her fingers. Her hair was still soft, and no where near greasy, which was good. Harlow didn’t wash her hair every day – she didn’t want to ruin her hair. Harlow took a great amount of time to make sure that she looked good – and that meant that her hair had to be taken care of as well. Harlow wasn’t high maintenance, but she didn’t just run out of her bedroom and head over to the barn. Nor did she apply make up before heading over there either. But there was a few things that she had to do before she went over and saw Mylo.
Harlow wasn’t sure what she was going to do today – she had the day off and since it was so beautiful, she was most definitely going to go see her horse, Mylo. But she didn’t want to just ride him and leave, that would leave her with an afternoon to do… well, to do nothing. Harlow wasn’t that type of a girl – she liked to get up and do things. She felt much less of a waste of space if she was getting things done, instead of just lying around and not doing anything. Standing up and looking around, Harlow stretched her spine out and then walked to the bedroom door and walked out of the bedroom in just her tank top and shorts that she slept in. Harlow went to the bathroom and ran a brush through her hair. Once all of the knots were untangled, Harlow then put the brush down and walked back out of the bathroom. She went into her bedroom and she went through a few of the fresh piles of clothes on the ground – rummaging around until she found a pair of clean tan breeches. She tossed them onto the bed and then found a clean sports bra and a t-shirt. Harlow then walked over to her bed. She took off her shorts and her tank top – tossing them onto the bed. Harlow then pulled her breeches on, and after doing up the button on the top. Harlow put on her sports bra and then she pulled her shirt over her head. Harlow looked around for some long socks to use while riding, and finally finding some clean ones, Harlow made a mental note to do some laundry later on. Harlow tended to put off the chores that she disliked – like cleaning, vacuuming, and doing laundry. All of the above bothered her. Besides, she would rather be at work or with her horse than cleaning her room.
Once Harlow was dressed for the barn, she unplugged her phone from the charger it was in. Harlow then checked through any missed texts or phone calls. Answering a few texts that had been sent when she had been in bed, Harlow made her way to the kitchen. She put the phone down once she reached the kitchen, and looked around for something to eat. Another chore that Harlow hated: grocery shopping and preparing meals. Harlow wasn’t lazy – just would just rather do something else than standing over a hot stove and going through all of that work just to have it end up in her stomach. Finally settling on an apple, Harlow rinsed it off and then she bit into it. She ate the apple while leaning against the counter, and staring off into the distance. Harlow hated drinking coffee, it had such a strong and bitter taste to it. She has never been able to get used to it. Finishing off her apple, Harlow tossed the core into the garbage under the sink, and then she filled up a tall glass of water. She drank most of it down, and whatever she didn’t finish, she poured it down the drain. Putting the glass down on the counter top, Harlow walked out of the kitchen and grabbed her phone on the way. Harlow put on her socks and then slipped her feet into a pair of rain boots that went well with her breeches. She kept her boots at the barn, so she would change into the proper footwear when she arrived. Grabbing her keys and her purse, Harlow walked out of the hotel room and headed down the hallway. She walked outside to her car and unlocked it, slipping in behind the wheel.
Putting her key into the ignition, Harlow started it up and shut her door. She rolled down the windows manually and then buckled up – turning up her music and heading out of the parking lot. Harlow loved her car. She loved how smooth of a ride it provided, and how awesome it looked. She took great care of the car, considering her aunt had given it to her when she had been a working student. Heading down the road to the barn, Harlow turned the music down as she turned into the driveway. She rolled down the driveway slowly, never driving too fast in here. Harlow drove up to the barn and parked in the parking lot, taking up only one spot. She then cut the engine and left the windows down. She grabbed her purse, and phone and stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful morning out for sure, and Harlow couldn’t wait to get into the saddle. Walking around her car, Harlow popped the trunk and tossed her purse into the back. She didn’t need it right now, and instead of carrying it with her, she would rather just leave it here. Closing her trunk, Harlow locked up the car and headed towards the barn. There was quite a few people milling about, as usual. This barn was always busy, and Harlow liked that. She didn’t like being alone in the barn – she would rather talk with people. Saying a quick hello to Mylo, she then disappeared into the tack room to remove her boots and put on her tall riding boots. Once she was set, Harlow then grabbed her grooming box for Mylo and headed back to his stall. Harlow got him ready and put on the saddle pad. She only left one in the barn at a time – leaving the rest of the saddle pads in a bin at her hotel room. She just rotated them around when they got dirty.
Harlow then brought out the saddle from the tack room. She didn’t normally get Mylo ready in the crossties, because he was a stallion after all and he could be quite the handful out there. But the problem with getting him ready in his stall was that he always reached around and pulled off his saddle pad. Harlow put the saddle down on a nearby rack and picked up the discarded pad, putting it back on his back and then following that motion with the saddle as well, so that he didn’t have time to take it off again. Harlow smirked as Mylo huffed, almost rolling his eyes at her. Harlow smirked and then got to work, tightening up the girth and adjusting her Dressage saddle so that it fit perfectly. She then grabbed the matching polos and wrapped up Mylo’s legs. She didn’t know what kind of work she was going to be doing today, but she loved the look of the matching saddle pad with the four polos. Today she had Mylo in a soft green, and it really stood out against his black shiny coat. Harlow then grabbed the bridle and her helmet from the tack room. Some people, well, most people didn’t wear helmets around here but that was a trend Harlow didn’t get. She wasn’t going to sacrifice her safety just so that she looked better. Besides – it wasn’t like her helmet was uncomfortable. Tucking her long brown hair behind her ears, Harlow left her hair down because it was a cooler day. She then pulled on her gloves and made sure that Mylo’s bridle and saddle were all adjusted properly. Opening up his door all the way, Harlow checked both sides of the aisle before she walked him out of the stall, leading him out into the outdoor arena.
Harlow scanned the area around the mounting box. Usually it was crowded with people getting on their horses or off. Harlow didn’t quite know why people insisted on getting off near the box – but to each their own. When the coast was clear, Harlow brought Mylo over to the box and within a few seconds she was on him. Sitting in the saddle, Harlow put her feet into the stirrups and smiled. She loved being up here, she felt so… powerful, and in control. Mylo tossed his head up and down, anxious to get going. She smiled and squeezed his sides gently, urging him to go forward. Mylo was very sensitive to legs and hands, which meant that Harlow had to adjust how she rode him from the very beginning – when she wasn’t used to him. But now she had gotten the hang of it, and they were getting along a lot better now. Mylo tossed his head less, and he was more responsive to her thoughts than anything else. Harlow didn’t say anything of this to anyone, because she didn’t want to be dubbed as the freak. But she could swear, that sometimes when she thought about changing rein, Mylo did it himself, without her asking for it. The outdoor ring was very large, so the four other horses Harlow was riding with, didn’t cause her any problems. For being a stallion, Mylo was very well behaved. Sure, he sped up now and then to catch up to another horse – but he was easily distracted by a turn here or a circle there. Harlow worked Mylo for an hour, getting lost in the moment and how enjoyable Mylo was today. There were times when he came out with a neck as stiff as a board and it took the whole ride to loosen him up. But not today.
Finishing off, Harlow allowed Mylo to stretch out his neck as they lapped the ring in a loose rein walk. Mylo had a huge stride, being 17.2hh it didn’t take him long to lap around the ring a few times. Harlow changed rein and let him do a few more laps. The people who had been out there at the beginning of her ride weren’t there anymore. They were alone, which was why Mylo was looking around, wondering where everyone went. Harlow shortened her reins and walked Mylo through the gate, bringing him back up to the barn. He quickened his stride, wanting to get back to his “friends”. Harlow smirked and pulled up around the barn, halting Mylo so that she could dismount. Once her feet were on the ground, Harlow rolled up her stirrups and then she pulled Mylo’s reins over his head. She led him into the barn, and into his stall. Untacking him, Harlow made sure to not leave Mylo alone with his saddle pad and polos on him still. She carried as much to the tack room as possible, and then rolled up his polos while standing outside of his stall. Mylo was a curious kind of horse, so he watched her roll up the four polos. Once those were rolled up and put away, Harlow brushed off her saddle pad and then hung it back up on Mylo’s door. Harlow went back into the tack room and grabbed a bucket, filled it with some water and grabbed a sponge for Mylo. She sponged him off in his stall – his eyes closing as he enjoyed the refreshing sponge off. Once she was finished with that, Harlow went back into the tack room. She looked at her locker, wondering if she should clean up her tack. She hadn’t done it for a few months now, and it was starting to get rather dusty.
Emptying the bucket into the sink, Harlow refilled it with clean cold water. She then rummaged around until she found a saddle rack that could expand in the room so that she could clean her saddle properly. Harlow plopped her saddle onto the rack. She then dug around in her locker until she found her saddle soap. Harlow dipped the sponge into the water, and then put some soap on the sponge. She worked up a good white lather on her black saddle, working deep into the cracks to get rid of the grim and dust. Harlow thoroughly cleaned her saddle. She found it to be rhythmical and relaxing. Pausing for a break, Harlow picked up her phone and texted a few people back. No she didn’t want to go out right now – she was busy at the barn. Harlow put her phone back down on the counter and then returned to her saddle. Now she took the same sponge and rinsed off the soap. Harlow then slowly wiped off the soap from her saddle, careful to not miss an inch. She didn’t like the look of dried soap on her tack, and she knew that it wasn’t good for the tack anyways. Once her saddle had been completely cleared of the soap she had just put all over it, Harlow stepped back to look at her word. Lifting a hand, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, clearing away any sweat that she had on her face. Harlow then left her saddle on the stand, so that it could dry before she put on the leather conditioner. Harlow pulled out her bridle and started to take it apart on the counter top – prying the pieces apart. Harlow was taking her time, the barn was busy but it wasn’t too bad in the tack room. Harlow was out of everyone’s way anyways. It was relaxing to clean her tack.
Harlow wasn’t sure what she was going to do today – she had the day off and since it was so beautiful, she was most definitely going to go see her horse, Mylo. But she didn’t want to just ride him and leave, that would leave her with an afternoon to do… well, to do nothing. Harlow wasn’t that type of a girl – she liked to get up and do things. She felt much less of a waste of space if she was getting things done, instead of just lying around and not doing anything. Standing up and looking around, Harlow stretched her spine out and then walked to the bedroom door and walked out of the bedroom in just her tank top and shorts that she slept in. Harlow went to the bathroom and ran a brush through her hair. Once all of the knots were untangled, Harlow then put the brush down and walked back out of the bathroom. She went into her bedroom and she went through a few of the fresh piles of clothes on the ground – rummaging around until she found a pair of clean tan breeches. She tossed them onto the bed and then found a clean sports bra and a t-shirt. Harlow then walked over to her bed. She took off her shorts and her tank top – tossing them onto the bed. Harlow then pulled her breeches on, and after doing up the button on the top. Harlow put on her sports bra and then she pulled her shirt over her head. Harlow looked around for some long socks to use while riding, and finally finding some clean ones, Harlow made a mental note to do some laundry later on. Harlow tended to put off the chores that she disliked – like cleaning, vacuuming, and doing laundry. All of the above bothered her. Besides, she would rather be at work or with her horse than cleaning her room.
Once Harlow was dressed for the barn, she unplugged her phone from the charger it was in. Harlow then checked through any missed texts or phone calls. Answering a few texts that had been sent when she had been in bed, Harlow made her way to the kitchen. She put the phone down once she reached the kitchen, and looked around for something to eat. Another chore that Harlow hated: grocery shopping and preparing meals. Harlow wasn’t lazy – just would just rather do something else than standing over a hot stove and going through all of that work just to have it end up in her stomach. Finally settling on an apple, Harlow rinsed it off and then she bit into it. She ate the apple while leaning against the counter, and staring off into the distance. Harlow hated drinking coffee, it had such a strong and bitter taste to it. She has never been able to get used to it. Finishing off her apple, Harlow tossed the core into the garbage under the sink, and then she filled up a tall glass of water. She drank most of it down, and whatever she didn’t finish, she poured it down the drain. Putting the glass down on the counter top, Harlow walked out of the kitchen and grabbed her phone on the way. Harlow put on her socks and then slipped her feet into a pair of rain boots that went well with her breeches. She kept her boots at the barn, so she would change into the proper footwear when she arrived. Grabbing her keys and her purse, Harlow walked out of the hotel room and headed down the hallway. She walked outside to her car and unlocked it, slipping in behind the wheel.
Putting her key into the ignition, Harlow started it up and shut her door. She rolled down the windows manually and then buckled up – turning up her music and heading out of the parking lot. Harlow loved her car. She loved how smooth of a ride it provided, and how awesome it looked. She took great care of the car, considering her aunt had given it to her when she had been a working student. Heading down the road to the barn, Harlow turned the music down as she turned into the driveway. She rolled down the driveway slowly, never driving too fast in here. Harlow drove up to the barn and parked in the parking lot, taking up only one spot. She then cut the engine and left the windows down. She grabbed her purse, and phone and stepped out of the car. It was a beautiful morning out for sure, and Harlow couldn’t wait to get into the saddle. Walking around her car, Harlow popped the trunk and tossed her purse into the back. She didn’t need it right now, and instead of carrying it with her, she would rather just leave it here. Closing her trunk, Harlow locked up the car and headed towards the barn. There was quite a few people milling about, as usual. This barn was always busy, and Harlow liked that. She didn’t like being alone in the barn – she would rather talk with people. Saying a quick hello to Mylo, she then disappeared into the tack room to remove her boots and put on her tall riding boots. Once she was set, Harlow then grabbed her grooming box for Mylo and headed back to his stall. Harlow got him ready and put on the saddle pad. She only left one in the barn at a time – leaving the rest of the saddle pads in a bin at her hotel room. She just rotated them around when they got dirty.
Harlow then brought out the saddle from the tack room. She didn’t normally get Mylo ready in the crossties, because he was a stallion after all and he could be quite the handful out there. But the problem with getting him ready in his stall was that he always reached around and pulled off his saddle pad. Harlow put the saddle down on a nearby rack and picked up the discarded pad, putting it back on his back and then following that motion with the saddle as well, so that he didn’t have time to take it off again. Harlow smirked as Mylo huffed, almost rolling his eyes at her. Harlow smirked and then got to work, tightening up the girth and adjusting her Dressage saddle so that it fit perfectly. She then grabbed the matching polos and wrapped up Mylo’s legs. She didn’t know what kind of work she was going to be doing today, but she loved the look of the matching saddle pad with the four polos. Today she had Mylo in a soft green, and it really stood out against his black shiny coat. Harlow then grabbed the bridle and her helmet from the tack room. Some people, well, most people didn’t wear helmets around here but that was a trend Harlow didn’t get. She wasn’t going to sacrifice her safety just so that she looked better. Besides – it wasn’t like her helmet was uncomfortable. Tucking her long brown hair behind her ears, Harlow left her hair down because it was a cooler day. She then pulled on her gloves and made sure that Mylo’s bridle and saddle were all adjusted properly. Opening up his door all the way, Harlow checked both sides of the aisle before she walked him out of the stall, leading him out into the outdoor arena.
Harlow scanned the area around the mounting box. Usually it was crowded with people getting on their horses or off. Harlow didn’t quite know why people insisted on getting off near the box – but to each their own. When the coast was clear, Harlow brought Mylo over to the box and within a few seconds she was on him. Sitting in the saddle, Harlow put her feet into the stirrups and smiled. She loved being up here, she felt so… powerful, and in control. Mylo tossed his head up and down, anxious to get going. She smiled and squeezed his sides gently, urging him to go forward. Mylo was very sensitive to legs and hands, which meant that Harlow had to adjust how she rode him from the very beginning – when she wasn’t used to him. But now she had gotten the hang of it, and they were getting along a lot better now. Mylo tossed his head less, and he was more responsive to her thoughts than anything else. Harlow didn’t say anything of this to anyone, because she didn’t want to be dubbed as the freak. But she could swear, that sometimes when she thought about changing rein, Mylo did it himself, without her asking for it. The outdoor ring was very large, so the four other horses Harlow was riding with, didn’t cause her any problems. For being a stallion, Mylo was very well behaved. Sure, he sped up now and then to catch up to another horse – but he was easily distracted by a turn here or a circle there. Harlow worked Mylo for an hour, getting lost in the moment and how enjoyable Mylo was today. There were times when he came out with a neck as stiff as a board and it took the whole ride to loosen him up. But not today.
Finishing off, Harlow allowed Mylo to stretch out his neck as they lapped the ring in a loose rein walk. Mylo had a huge stride, being 17.2hh it didn’t take him long to lap around the ring a few times. Harlow changed rein and let him do a few more laps. The people who had been out there at the beginning of her ride weren’t there anymore. They were alone, which was why Mylo was looking around, wondering where everyone went. Harlow shortened her reins and walked Mylo through the gate, bringing him back up to the barn. He quickened his stride, wanting to get back to his “friends”. Harlow smirked and pulled up around the barn, halting Mylo so that she could dismount. Once her feet were on the ground, Harlow rolled up her stirrups and then she pulled Mylo’s reins over his head. She led him into the barn, and into his stall. Untacking him, Harlow made sure to not leave Mylo alone with his saddle pad and polos on him still. She carried as much to the tack room as possible, and then rolled up his polos while standing outside of his stall. Mylo was a curious kind of horse, so he watched her roll up the four polos. Once those were rolled up and put away, Harlow brushed off her saddle pad and then hung it back up on Mylo’s door. Harlow went back into the tack room and grabbed a bucket, filled it with some water and grabbed a sponge for Mylo. She sponged him off in his stall – his eyes closing as he enjoyed the refreshing sponge off. Once she was finished with that, Harlow went back into the tack room. She looked at her locker, wondering if she should clean up her tack. She hadn’t done it for a few months now, and it was starting to get rather dusty.
Emptying the bucket into the sink, Harlow refilled it with clean cold water. She then rummaged around until she found a saddle rack that could expand in the room so that she could clean her saddle properly. Harlow plopped her saddle onto the rack. She then dug around in her locker until she found her saddle soap. Harlow dipped the sponge into the water, and then put some soap on the sponge. She worked up a good white lather on her black saddle, working deep into the cracks to get rid of the grim and dust. Harlow thoroughly cleaned her saddle. She found it to be rhythmical and relaxing. Pausing for a break, Harlow picked up her phone and texted a few people back. No she didn’t want to go out right now – she was busy at the barn. Harlow put her phone back down on the counter and then returned to her saddle. Now she took the same sponge and rinsed off the soap. Harlow then slowly wiped off the soap from her saddle, careful to not miss an inch. She didn’t like the look of dried soap on her tack, and she knew that it wasn’t good for the tack anyways. Once her saddle had been completely cleared of the soap she had just put all over it, Harlow stepped back to look at her word. Lifting a hand, she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, clearing away any sweat that she had on her face. Harlow then left her saddle on the stand, so that it could dry before she put on the leather conditioner. Harlow pulled out her bridle and started to take it apart on the counter top – prying the pieces apart. Harlow was taking her time, the barn was busy but it wasn’t too bad in the tack room. Harlow was out of everyone’s way anyways. It was relaxing to clean her tack.
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