[soaring.hopes.] /open/

[Caleb James Camrak]

Have I told you lately...

Caleb walked slowly from the boys' dorm to the stables. He wore tighter jeans than normal, the hems disappearing into his calf-high boots. His tee hugged his muscular frame. This was as close as Caleb would come to the breeches and jacket he'd have to wear during competitions. He entered the stables and, almost immediately, Hershey's head swung over the top of his stall, staring intently at Caleb with deep brown eyes. Caleb chuckled, patting Hershey's neck quickly before continuing to the tack room. Grabbing a saddle blanket, an English saddle, bridle, and a brush, he made his way back to Hershey's stall, where he let himself into the horse's domain.

Hey, Hersh, how yah doing, boy?

He ran the brush over Hershey, giving him a quick brush down. After settling the blanket on the Canadian Warmblood's broad back, Caleb situated the saddle over it, tightening the girth and lengthening the stirrups a bit. Caleb slid the bridle over Hershey's head, tapping his chin so the horse would accept the bit. Caleb smiled as Hershey worked his mouth around the metal. He slowly led the impatient gelding from the stall and towards the cross-country course.

Together, man and horse moved onto the course, standing near the beginning. Making sure the saddle was snug and not going anywhere, Caleb hooked his foot into one of the stirrups and swung over Hershey's back. He nudged Hershey into a walk, moving up and down slowly with each movement. After being sure that Hershey was sufficiently stretched out, he urged him to a trot in a wide circle before coming to a halt seven yards from the first jump. Caleb took a deep breath, nudged Hershey to a walk, a trot, and then they were flying.

Caleb moved up and down as Hershey cantered forward, his own head bobbing with every hoof-fall. The first jump, a short 2-footer, stood before them. Caleb lifted out of the saddle as Hershey leaned back on his haunches slightly and moved with deft ease over the criss-cross jump. Caleb turned Hershey with a gentle flick of the rein, directing him to the next jump. And so it went. Horse and rider moved with swift confidence through the course: clearing five-footers with modest ease; soaring over doubles and even triples; coming down with a gentle bump into the water and splashing through; leaping over ditches; bounding over natural obstacles like logs. Finally, Caleb slowed Hershey to a walk.

Caleb called the order for a halt and Hershey happily followed directions. Caleb swung out of the saddle, running his hands over Hershey's coat, checking his hooves for pebbles or other debris, patting him and praising him for such an amazing job on the course. Caleb turned slowly when he felt eyes on him.

... that I can fly?

[blake williams]

Kid needed to be cooled off better, and he didn't want to go to the trails, so Blake turned him toward the cross-country course, it'd give him a chance to look at the fences he'd be jumping, hopefully soon. Hand reached down and gave the horse a gentle pat, his hands close to the buckle when he returned to the reins. His feet hung out of the stirrups, dangling by the horse's barrel. The jeans fit closely, like they were designed to, his half chaps fitting over his calves and keeping them in place. The only thing he hated about showing was the breeches and tall boots, but he'd suffer if it meant he could ride.

Hazel green eyes looked over the jumps that were seemingly scattered, they looked like a good set. A small wind came through, played with Kid's mane, and flapped Blake's shirt a bit, the horse giving a small sidestep nervously, unsure of the stand. Chuckling, Blake reached down and patted the horse, knowing the horse just had high spirits. A flash of movement over a jump caught his attention in his peripheral vision. A horse and rider, and Blake thought he had been alone. With ease, the horse and rider appeared to go through a course, then finally halted with the rider jumping off. They weren't too far away. Well, Blake needed some friends, heels touched the horse lightly and off at a walk they went towards the group.

When they finally came close, Blake brought a hand up in a small wave, it shouldn't spook the horse, and the rider probably wouldn't notice. Kid's steps should've told of their entrance, and the soft whicker that released from Kid to the other horse. Hello, I'm Blake. He spoke loudly enough for the other person here, but not too loudly.

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb turned slowly to watch a horse and rider walk over. His eyes grazed the guy before settling on the horse. The gelding stood at around 16.0 hands from the looks of it. The Thoroughbred in it was easy to spot, but Caleb saw traces of Hanoverian in small details that most wouldn't catch. He had a long, smooth gait, and seemed friendly enough. Caleb lifted his gray, almost silver, gaze to Blake. He patted Hershey before walking a bit closer. I'm Caleb. The brute is Hershey. Hershey snorted at this. Caleb laughed softly. It's a great day to ride. The course is smooth and clean and only by the last triple is there any sunlight that could irritate your eyes. He spoke calmly, hand held out to Kid.

sorry its so short. my muse is gone. :[

[blake williams]

][ooc: it's cool, mine's lower than i thought it was =/]

All the people Blake had met so far, besides Kayden, had been girls. Finally, he had found another person his gender, who rode, and rode in jeans. He usually saw those that wore jeans instead of breeches he got along better with, but he wouldn't assume or attempt to foretell the future, that never worked out. Green tainted eyes looked over the horse, it was a nice looking animal, probably some variation of Warmblood. As the guy spoke, who he found out to be Caleb, his eye contact returned to him. Nice to meet you Caleb, and Hershey. He saw Caleb extend his hand towards Kid. And this Kid. He gave a small chuckle as Kid stretched out his nose, huffing softly through his nostrils.

When Caleb spoke about the course, he looked out with earnest and desire over the course. He wanted to jump so bad, but he couldn't. This wasn't his horse to jump, and he wouldn't risk injuring it since cross-country seemed to be the one event that was usually riddled with accidents. Man, I wish I could ride him over the jumps, but I only used him in one lesson, not mine to take out. It had been awhile since he had last flown over a course, he wanted to do it again. You two went nicely, how long have you been riding him?

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb smiled as Kid snuffed his fingers. He rubbed the gelding's muzzle while he listened to Blake. Man, that sucks. To not be able to jump when they're right there. Damn. I've had Hershey for three weeks. He jumps really well. We started jumping the second time I rode him. Caleb look up at Blake, his hand still rubbing Kid's forehead. It was nice to have the prospect of another guy friend. Caleb had grown up around squealing little girls all his life - apart from the horses - and hadn't really made a load of friends, seeing as he'd been taught at home for a large part of his life and was constantly watching out for Kaylin.
ugh. i feel horrible. i usually post longer. urgh.

[blake williams]

Flickering gaze kept looking back to the jumps, but he had to restrain, if Kid got hurt cause he didn't have on the right boots and he took that on step, Blake would feel horrible. Ha, don't tell me about it! Three weeks, he hadn't even been here that long. Maybe a week, max, and he still had to unpack a lot of stuff. Ankles rolled about a bit, contemplating jumping off, but deciding to stay on for a few minutes, he doubted they would be talking too long. This boy jumped well on the gymnastic I jumped him, I'd just feel like crap if he got hurt in some freak accident. He gave a small shrug, looking away from the jumps, not wanting to look back at them. So, besides horseback riding, have you found anything fun to do here? He figured in Cali, there'd be a ton to do, but so far it'd been horses, and that pizza place.

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb followed Blake's gaze to the jumps. That really sucked - looking but not doing. He shook his head slowly, turning back to him. I'd feel like crap, too. He laughed, but his eyes said that he knew the seriousness of the matter. Anyway... things to do... the amusement park is fun. The beach is great, too. Lots of scantily clad girls..... Just kidding. Well, not kidding. But yeah. He shrugged. How long have you been here?

[blake williams]

Amusement park. That meant roller coasters, and adrenaline. He hadn't known about this spectacular location, but he would, after Caleb finished talking. Hand reached down and gently gave the horse a pat as he shifted hs weight, he was cooled out, but getting a little restless. Hhhm, scantily clad girls? Sounds like a good time to me. He gave a short laugh, showing he was joking, but he wouldn't mind meeting more girls, not at all. He would have to look up this amusement park, see what it had as attractions. I've been here about a week, still have yet to unpack.

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb stopped petting Kid, for Hershey was getting restless. He nodded about the girls at the beach. He leaned against Hershey's shoulder, scratching beneath the horse's chin. Hershey bobbed his head happily, enjoying the attention he was getting from Caleb. However, Caleb was listening to Blake. He laughed outright. Wow. Kaylin was here only four days and she was already unpacked. He shook his head in amusement. Damn girl had me driving her up and down, left and right, on the Harley.[/size]

[blake williams]

Laughs were contagious, so Blake let out a chuckle, his shoulders shrugging. What could he say? He could be lazy on some things, wasn't his fault. Kaylin, the name didn't sound familiar. And, he didn't know anything about this Caleb guy, so it could be a girlfriend, or a sister. He'd take a chance. Kaylin you're sister? And, I only have a couple...lot of boxes left.. He waited a second, trying to remember what else he wanted to say, then he remembered. Another question..a Harley? Nicee, I have my mother's old Durango. It did the job, but damn, he'd love to have a Harley.

[Caleb James Camrak]

Caleb ran a hand through his short hair. Yeh. Kaylin's my sister. Real spitfire. He gave a flippant smile. When Blake mentioned his Harley, Caleb brightened up. Yeh. She's a beaut. I bought her in a junk yard and now... wow. You should see it. I've gotten her up to almost 200 mph. Real adrenaline rush. A Durango is... nice, though, I suppose. I also have a black Ford Mustang Shelby GT500. Kaylin's getting a Chevrolet Corvette Z06 this year for her birthday. He shrugged. Our aunt is loaded.

[blake williams]

Perspective on this guy was starting to change, the words were harmless, but it was a bit hard to tell if he was showing off. And, he wasn't fond of show offs or people who rubbed it in that they had nice stuff. And, his Durango did the job, could even pull a horse trail from point a to point b, in a way. Well, that's cool. His Durango was nice enough, more than most got. That's cool about a loaded Aunt. His family - normal. Nothing too luxurious, he was lucky to get a Durango. Hand reached down and gave Kid another small pat, the horse's tail flicking idly. Then he thought it over, as he waited for Caleb to reply. If he had a loaded Aunt, he'd probably talk about how he reaps the benefits. For Blake would definitely reap, and display, the benefits of a loaded relative.