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Post by Evalliam on Feb 3, 2015 0:45:16 GMT
Sunrise RanchThe Beginning" There's Beauty In the dirt. "
The sound of screeching bus breaks fill the silenced air. " Get up everyone, your destination has arrived!" The bus driver's scratchy voice filled the ears of everyone's tired heads. The ride has been 2 days long and it was about time they felt the wind tickle their shirts once again. Though they wouldn't be exactly free, everyone's hands were still cuffed together like wild animals. shackles connected their feet effortlessly. A tall old man with a majority of gray hair stepped towards the bus. He motioned for the doors to open and that everyone exit the bus. The guard that sat along with the inmates demanded they stand up and make single-file formation. Each person stood and proved they had been listening carefully.
Everyone was unloaded and standing on solid ground once again.
"Hello everyone." The sound of Daniel J. Hampton's voice was deep and yet comforting. His mustache lined his lips and curled perfectly at the tips. His large cowboy hat shaded his green eyes carefully from the sun. He began passing out schedules that informed each inmate of what to do next. "You have all been assigned a horse, and a dorm room. Males and females are Separate housing units, and the same goes for the mustangs as well. My name is Daniel By the way, and I will be the one torturing you for the next two years." He chuckled lightly and handed the last inmate their paper.
On the paper it informed them that they had outfits, fitted to their size waiting in their dorm room. Each person was outfitted with heavy jeans, multiple white t-shirts and a cowboy hat to hide from the sun's heat. It informed them that they must make their ways to their rooms as soon as they are unshackled. They have an hour to relax in their rooms before meeting their horses. At the bottom of the paper it stated in bold, obvious words ; If you try to run for it, you wont get far.
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Post by Evalliam on Feb 3, 2015 3:35:57 GMT
Joining - DustinAssigned Horse - Moose {Bottom of Dustin's Biography}
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Post by kveria on Feb 3, 2015 5:06:35 GMT
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Post by Pippa Kennedy on Feb 4, 2015 0:39:16 GMT
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Post by Evalliam on Feb 4, 2015 0:51:31 GMT
{Dustin Michael Morrison} - Bio -" We were born sick, you heard them say it. "- Sound-track {Mood} Nervous // Quiet // Skeptical --------------------------------------------------------------
Dustin held his head low as the sound of his shackles hitting the dirt beneath his feet rung like music in his ears. He held out both wrists to the officer. He heard the click of the key unlock the cuffs, and could feel freedom once again, for a split moment anyways. He lifted his brown eyes up to the housing units before him. They weren't fancy but they also weren't jail cells either. He cocked his head towards the tall brown building,"Is that where my room is?" obviously the question was directed to the officer that stood to his left side. He gazed upon the officer's dark skin around his eyes, and caught the motion of his head going up and down firmly,That must have meant yes. Dustin took no time picking up his feet and nearly running towards the male's housing units. He knew what awaited him there, a nice warm shower without exposing himself to any other men. He couldn't help but hope for a good home-cooked meal too..
The male made his way up the halls and gazed at each wooden door he wandered by. None had his name on it, he looked down at the piece of paper he held in his hand and in the middle of the sheet it held in neutral font ; Room # : 05. Dustin quickly did a sharp U-turn back towards the beginning of the hall, and made his way to the door with the numbers zero five. This must be it, he thought while getting a grip on the door handle. He quickly turned the door knob and swung the door open gently but swiftly. His brown eyes peered into the sun-lit room and the empty bed against the wall. It was fitted with sheets and a naked pillow, a comforter and pillow case folded neatly on the bed. Next to the bed was a night stand, supporting a tall lamp and a bible in the open cubby. He descended deeper into the room and turned around to the door that was slightly cracked open, which lead to the small bathroom. A real bathroom he could call his own for once in his entire life. A room, too, all this was his for two more years, and he had hopefully planned to stay even more. He didn't hesitate to organize the bed and dress his pillow in its case.
Moments later Dustin had found the towel hanging on the back of his bathroom door, and quickly put it to use drying himself off from the refreshing shower. He dressed himself up in the clothes provided by his bedside, and made his way to the bed, sitting down and reading over his schedule one last time.
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Post by kveria on Feb 4, 2015 3:05:38 GMT
He stepped off the bus and immediately had to shield his eyes. The direct sunlight was blinding, not at all as bad as it had been inside the confines of the bus, which Levi thought of as his ticket to freedom. He was actually pretty happy to be standing on terra firma, and looked back and forth at the others alongside him. He saw mixed reactions on each of the other former inmates, figuring that not all of them were here because they wanted to be, and more because they were just going to suffer the two years until they could go free, wash their hands of this place and just go back to their lives. He didn't know any of the others that he was with—not well, anyway—and beforehand he hadn't really cared either. He had a small group that he talked to back at the prison, but he'd left them all behind in his selfish attempt to get home to his brother sooner. Not that he was going to be accepted in his home ever again. Not after trying to pimp Zen out without Zen's input so he could get the money to get his next fix. Yeah... no one was too impressed with that, understandably. He just kind of figured that he was clean now and he was trying to get back to how he was before the drugs and alcohol. He knew that apologizing would never undo what happened because of him, but he had to try. He really did love his family more than anything, and he wanted to go back to the way things were.
Here was hoping that this new venture would take him there in two short years. Levi craved that more than anything.
There was a heavy click and the weight on his wrists and ankles was relieved as the shackles were taken away; he heaved a sigh of relief, looking up at the building that he would be making his new home. It definitely looked more comfortably than what he'd gotten used to in the prison, and that was a Godsend in and of itself. He wasn't happy about being stuffed back in a uniform, but the cowboy hat could be a positive change, and he used to wear nothing but jeans and a t-shirt before incarceration anyway. It was almost comforting, actually. He took another look around to make sure he was really allowed to leave, and when he saw Dustin taking off for the dorms, he headed off as well with a bright grin on his face at a brisk walk. Two years didn't seem like much at all, and there was going to be nothing to this horse-training thing at all. He was going to cakewalk his way to freedom and honestly change his life around for the better; figure out where he wanted to go and how he was going to get there.
In Levi's mind, the sooner he got this over with, the better. He didn't like that hour long waiting period, but he abused about a half hour of it in the shower, then counted all his white shirts and decided to look around the building itself to find a place to wash his clothes when they were dirty. He'd ended up washing a lot of clothes in prison, so he prided himself on his stain-removing ability, and actually enjoyed doing laundry. There was something cathartic about the scent of pure, untainted laundry soap that kept him in good spirits; who knew, maybe it made him a little high. Could you get high off sniffing laundry soap? Probably not, unless you really believed you could. The brain was a powerful thing, the imagination its number one weapon against itself. No matter what was true or not, if you believed it then it could be real. If he wanted to get high off laundry soap, that was probably a possibility. While the temptation was there, however, he knew he had to keep his nose clean.
Sunrise Ranch was a new start for him, one he planned on making full use of so he could just get back to life.
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Post by kveria on Feb 4, 2015 4:18:08 GMT
{ amber leigh harte } if you cut me .. i suppose i would bleed
Owl City - The Technicolor Phase
{ mood } bored || energetic || confined
"Fuckin' finally," came a heaved—and loud—sigh of relief from near the back of the bus. Amber had spent the last God knows how long kicking the seat in front of her and doing her damnedest to piss off whoever was the unlucky bloke to have been placed there. She stopped just long enough to feign innocence each time she was nearly caught, but her legs were cramped and her hands were cuffed, and there was nothing for her fingers to slip into the waistband of her pants for safe keeping anyway; she had to do something. "I thought we were never gonna get off this damn bus; all I can smell is cabbage, and I'm pretty sure that's all the driver because I never smelled anything that nasty on any of you guys," she blurted out as they all shuffled off the bus and into the blistering sunlight. As the papers were handed out, she read hers over quickly and her thoughts began to exit her mouth before she could filter them. "What's this? 'If you try to run for it, you won't get far'. Does it hurt to be lassoed and hogtied? It doesn't look like those poor little cows like it very much. Anyway, I'm not really fast, so you could probably take your time saddling up and then walk up to me at the end of the driveway. Not that I'm planning on doing it or anything. Hey, handsome. How you doin'?" As the guard leaned down to unlock the shackles from her ankles, Amber flashed him a suggestive smile and a wink, which earned her a deep, wordless glower and she pressed her mouth in a firm, tight line. "Well fine then, be that way. I didn't really like you either."
Once she was freed and had watched the two boys ahead of her make off for the dormitory, she shrugged her shoulders and started after them running off and bouncing up into the air just a few feet off, with an indignant shout, "Freedom! Sweet and beautiful freedom!" She headed into the girl's dorm without looking back, finding her room with ease, stepping inside and kicking the door shut. She found her bed mostly bare except for the neatly folded dressings which she first took the time to spread across her single bed before anything else. After that, she dressed in her jeans and a t-shirt, French braiding her bangs over the top of her head and pulling the rest of her dark hair up into a ponytail at the back of her head—with no bobby pins, Amber had discovered the best way to keep her bangs out of her face while she was working, and figured that having to train a Mustang was going to be the kind of job she needed a wide range of sight for. She remembered riding horses with her aunt when she was a kid and she knew that would benefit her even though it hadn't been extensive or in depth—she'd basically just puttered around on older horses, riding around the farm and doing small jumps for fun as well as going out on trail rides all over the county with her Aunt during the summers. One time, they'd even trailered out of the state for a trail, and that was one of Amber's most memorable experiences. Though she'd eventually forgotten the passion she once had for horses in favour of music, she was excited to get back to being around them and riding; she couldn't wait to meet her horse.
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Post by Child of the Does on Feb 5, 2015 1:11:11 GMT
End with Juno (at bottom of bio) As fair warning, my posts won't be horribly fancy as I don't care for it, I just like to write.
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Post by d e a t h f l o y d on Feb 5, 2015 1:26:43 GMT
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Post by Child of the Does on Feb 6, 2015 23:55:38 GMT
Theme Song
Well, that was hell. End trudged along with the rest of the group, head partially lowered. He was tired, grumpy, and just wanted a good shower. He barely flinched at the brilliant sunlight that opted to blind him the second he stepped off the bus. They stood in a row as ordered. The guard moved down the line, and then the shackles were gone. A sheet of paper was now in his hands. Silently, he skimmed the words on the sheet. Not a whole lot of interesting information. Outfits, housing, and schedule. What he was truly interested in was the horses. But he could wait for a while longer.
His ears caught many of the sounds around him, heart glowing every horse he heard. They were moving now. Apparently, he hadn’t been listening very well to speech.But he did recall what Daniel had said. Housing. He moved after the other males, pausing as he passed Daniel. “Thank you,” He murmured. It may be a rough two years ahead, but it was better than decaying in a cell. His violet eyes returned to the ground as he recalled his path and continued on.
Upon entering his room, he took in a deep breath. Alone again. He appreciated it. Having been in solitary due to his back, he hadn’t interacted with the others-at all, really. Being in constant contact with others for so long had been a harsh reawakening. End gratefully hopped in the shower, relieved to wash the horrid stench of the bus from his skin and hair.
Jeans and a t-shirt? Fine by him. Nothing new there-well, from his life before prison. The hat he wasn’t as big of a fan of, but it would keep the sun off. He prepped the bed quickly, not the type to be terribly concerned by the appearance of his room. Taking note of the Bible, End sighed. He grabbed it and turned it over in his hands. What to do with it? He wasn’t sure. It had been a while since he’d considered himself part of a religion that followed the Bible. He tucked it away where he wouldn’t have to look at it.
How much longer did he have? Too long, it seemed. End picked up his schedule and began to read it. Over and over and over again. He wasn’t comprehending the words, he was far too excited to meet the horse he’d be working with.
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Post by Neuromancer on Feb 9, 2015 8:45:36 GMT
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Post by Neuromancer on Feb 9, 2015 9:23:50 GMT
~Ashley Costello~ Living Hell - Ashestoangels (feat William Control)
~Tired~Annoyed~Confident~
Ashley awoke to the noise of the bus braking, the high-pitched, squeal-like sound making her cringe and frown. She let out a deep sigh and groaned loudly as she opened her eyes and looked out of the window, "Jesus Christ.." She muttered, shielding her eyes from the sun with a tattoed hand. Her cuffs rattled as she did so.
Ashley dragged herself lazily to her feet, stretching as much as her restraints allowed, her bones cracking as she did. She followed the other inmates off of the bus, none of which she had ever spoken to, exchanging glances with a girl she thought she recognised from her wing at the prison. The girl was flirting already. Ashley rolled her eyes and wondered silently how long she'd be able to put up with her. Two years with these pricks Ash, get used to it. She sighed at the thought of how long she'd be stuck out here, rubbing her wrists as she was uncuffed. Her wrists and ankles felt ten times lighter without her restraints.
She looked down at the paper she was handed and read through it, chuckling sarcastically at the part that read If you try to run for it, you won't get far. "Try me.." She mumbled under her breath, observing her surroundings. She couldn't see any other buildings, only the long road that they'd driven down to get here. It'd take hours to walk, or even run, down it. Wouldn't stop her trying, though. It was too early to admit defeat already. She thought for a minute that she should just be grateful and stick it out; it was better than the prison for sure. But then she thought of home. How far is L.A. from here?
She walked lazily to her room and walked through the door, genuinely surprised that it wasn't a cell. After dumping her bag on the floor, glancing out of the window and letting out yet another sigh, she flopped down on the bed. It was considerably more comfortable than the bed she had in her cell at the prison. She stared at the ceiling blankly for a while and played with a few strands of the red half of her hair. She glanced at the clock to find that only ten minutes of the hour she had had passed. Bored already. This will be a fun two years.
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Post by kveria on Feb 26, 2015 8:47:42 GMT
Before he knew it, the hour was up and he was making his way out to the paddocks where Daniel stood leaned against a fence, hat pulled down over his eyes in a very mysterious manner. In fact, Levi had been informed that his presence was required when what he recognised as the Call to the Post blared out over the PA system, scaring the bejeezus out of him. He wasn't normally a jumpy guy, but when he was poking around in places he wasn't sure he should be and figuring out the washing machines in solitude, the sudden introduction of foreign noise was startling. He just figured that this was an old cowboy's way of getting everyone's attention, not realising that this was more a forewarning of the hardships he would incur while at Sunrise, which was more of a boot camp than a cakewalk to people who didn't know what they were doing. He met up near the back of the crowd as he was coming from the basement and followed quietly out to the paddocks.
"Oh good, you're all here. I trust you brought your schedules?" Daniel drawled with his rough voice, no doubt incurred from years of smoking. For the first time, Levi examined the man's weather-beaten face and realised that he wasn't just some guy standing around to put them through Hell. He had seen his fair share of hardship, and he was there to help, even if he was just a gruff old man. "On each of the schedules, you'll find your number, and these here," At this, he motioned to the personal paddocks behind him, with the jab of a calloused thumb. "These are numbered, same as you are. Information's on the card out front—it'll tell you the name, age, sex, size, and stall number. That horse is your full responsibility from now on. You feed it, you water it, turn it in, turn it out, and train it of your own accord. There's staff around if you don't know what the Hell you're doing, so ask questions; they don't need to suffer any more than the lot of them already have." He stood, eyed them all down, and Levi suddenly felt a little unsure of this whole endeavour. He had no idea how he was going to make it through this. "Are we all good? Any questions? Alright then. Away you go."
Levi made off, checking the number of the page he'd stuffed in his pocket, finding his horse rather quickly . He was number two, and close to the front, and who could miss such a flashy-looking horse anyway? She was practically pushing the fence over as she leaned out to see what was going on and wondering all the while why all those treat dispensers were gathering in front of her paddock. She called out in a piercing whinny, then took off prancing about, tossing her head as she tried to get their attention. When it didn't work, she went back to trying to push the fence over. Levi watched her, eyes owlish and too scared to go near her. Holy crap, she was wild and she was going to get him killed! Didn't anyone else see this? He looked around, wanting to see how everyone else was making out with their horses. Finally, he turned back to... Farrah? and tried to smile. "Hi... girl...." His voice cracked as he reached toward her outstretched nose, still almost a foot away from being able to touch her. She screamed and pranced off, making a huge show off clicking her fetlocks in mid-air like some kind of broadway dancer.
Yep. No. This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought.
* * * { amber leigh harte } if you cut me .. i suppose i would bleed
Owl City - The Technicolor Phase
{ mood } brave || energetic || excited
Amber made her way down to the paddocks at a run, totally excited to meet her horse; so excited in fact that it slipped her mind that she might need her schedule, leaving it on her side table. She stood with the others, marginally paying attention to Daniel, but more interested in the screaming pinto mare to their left. She wanted that one, or maybe the funny looking grullo with the wall eyes, or the black one, or— Before she knew it, it was time to meet her horse. Unfortunately, having forgotten her schedule, she had to wait until everyone else had found theirs before taking what was left over. Amber stepped casually up to the last unoccupied paddock and looked at the card on the front. Mason, a six-year-old fat ass standing at 14.3hh; probably part mule and part manatee with a little couch potato mixed in. There was no way that big freckled butt, napping in the far corner was her charge. This had to be some kind of joke.
She looked on at him and frowned—disappointment was the understatement of the year. Nothing wrong with buckskins, but all she could see was his butt, and that wasn't great. So she got up on the fence and tried calling him. "Mason! Come here, buddy boy!" No response. "Maaaasoooooon!" He flicked an ear, turned his head slightly, then resumed napping in the corner. Amber huffed, heaving herself down off the fence and stomped dramatically up to Daniel with a whine. "Danny, mine's broken! I want a real horse, not a stump!"
His response was in true cowboy fashion: "You get what you get; now get!" He pointed her back to her paddock and she turned back, defeated. What she saw when she looked however, made her grin. Mason wasn't as much of a stump as she thought; there he was, his head over the gate, lifting the latch to let himself out. That explained the rope around the gate then. Awesome. She felt an attachment to him in that moment, going over to rub his face enthusiastically. Defeated by his sworn enemy, the lead rope, Mason just gave up and accepted the affection quietly. They were both stuck with things the way they were now; but luckily they were both thinking that it might not be so bad. This could work.
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Post by Child of the Does on Feb 27, 2015 3:53:30 GMT
Theme Song
He finally was able to read some of the words. What was the number? Well, he would probably find out later. Sound. Very loud sound. It took him a moment to recognize it, but when he did the male trotted down to the yard, joining the back of the pack. He eyed the horses with curiosity as the group assembled. Realistically, he would be more than content with any of them. Two bays, a pinto... his mind paused as he recalled his number. Eleven. But there were only nine horses. Daniel spoke his bit, End listening silently. His heart was racing. It had been a while since he'd been with horses of any type-well, it seemed that way. The weathered man finished up, and sent them off. He checked the number one more time. Eleven. One. One. Strange.
He wandered down, passing two empty paddocks. A young, terrified looking grullo stood as far from the gate as possible, eyeing him with heavy suspicion. End slowed his pace. She let out a low grunt, icy eyes glaring out at him. "Hey lovely. I'm not gonna hurt you," He moved forward to look at the card. The mare gave him a startled look, then bounded toward him, ears pinned back. He froze, and the mare slid to a stop. She retreated to her corner to eye him suspiciously. This will be interesting. Wonder what her story is. He scanned the card. Juno, three years, mare, fifteen point two hands. Her bright blue eyes stared at him. Every move he made, she kept a very close eye on him. "Hello, Juno. I'm here to help you. I imagine you won't pick up on that for a while. That's fine, I can understand that. Just... don't kill me. That's all I ask," End offered a small smile to the mare. She didn't seem to know what to make of him.
The mare stretched out her muzzle, nudging at the dirt beneath her hooves. "Juno," End said softly. Her head jerked up to stare at him again. This time, her ears didn't pin back. Perhaps just because he wasn't moving. In fact, he'd sat down a few yards from the front of her paddock. He wasn't sure what his plan of attack was going to be with her. She seemed so... scared. Angry. Bitter, even. Scarred. He returned to the word. It was true in the literal form. A variety of tiny, almost unnoticeable scars crossed her coat. He slid a bit further forward, and Juno's ears pinned back. End gave a tiny nod, sliding back again. His violet eyes turned to see what the others were up to.
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Post by Neuromancer on Mar 1, 2015 18:01:40 GMT
~Ashley Costello~ Living Hell - Ashestoangels (feat William Control)
~Nervous~Annoyed~Unsure~
Ashley sighed deeply as she walked out of her room, having gotten changed and checked her timetable. She stayed at the back of the line of inmates, looking utterly bored as Daniel spoke. When the time came to go meet her assigned horse, she skulked away to her numbered paddock. What she saw made her stop in her tracks. Her horse, which was named Titan according to his nameplate, was crazy. The stallion was pacing his paddock, tail held high, ears pinned against his neck, calling out loudly and snorting. He would occasionally stop and stomp his massive hooves, take a look around, then go right back to cantering restlessly around his paddock, kicking up clouds of dust as he did.
Ash watched the horse from a distance for a while before she finally approached him, feeling a little nervous, which was unusual for her. Her stallion was beautiful, there was no denying that, but he was very intimidating, and for someone like Ash who wasn't overly fond of horses to begin with, this wasn't good news. She swallowed and took a breath, stepping closer to read the information on his gate. Almost before she could finish reading, she looked up to find the large stallion standing right at the gate, staring at her with his ears pinned back against his neck. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. They stood, staring at each other for some time, before he snorted angrily and snapped his jaws, narrowly missing Ashley's face, then started to pace again. Ash jumped back, startled, then frowned, glaring at the animal, "Hell no, that ain't gonna fly with me. Next time you try to bite me you're gonna get bitten back." She growled, determined not to show him that she was a little scared of him.
It was then that the stallion stopped pacing and flicked an ear towards her, as if he was listening. Ash tilted her head slightly, "You hear me, donkey? You don't bite me." She said, a bit softer than before, taking another step forward, "C'mere Titan." She called, tentatively reaching out a hand. The stallion stretched his neck, reaching to sniff at her hand. She flinched at first for fear of getting bitten, and rightly so because he snapped his jaws again and took a reasonably sized chunk out of her hand, making her yelp, followed by a long string of curses and insults. She growled, firmly telling him "No!". Holding her injured hand and sighing deeply, she rolled her eyes. This isn't going to be as easy as I thought.
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