Visitors (open)

[.Rissa.]

starring:
Bay Cromwell

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And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us
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Bay walked proudly to the thoroughbred's stall. His hand rubbed the gelding's nose, "I have an awesome surprise for you, Robby," the boy grinned as he let himself into the stall. He latched up the halter around the gelding's face and led him out. He tied the animal to the side of the stall and walked back to get some brushes. In a way, he was nervous, but excited at the same time. His family (mom, dad, and Uncle) decided to make a visit to the academy as soon as Mike recovered from his stroke. He wanted to see his son ride, he wanted to see his son living his life and dreams before anything else happened to him. Of course, Bay wanted to do his best and make his parents proud of him. He wanted their faces to shine in fasinated smiles that this was their son.

His hand reached down and he grabbed a hard bristle brush, and a soft bristle brush. He then headed back to Robby down the aisle. His heavy figure (he wasn't as lean as the general thoroughbred, or seemed to have very long legs, he did have high withers though) stood out like a silhouette as the cool morning sun shed light through the open doors. The academy was always peaceful this early in the morning. He took in the quiet smell of serenity and horse. His boots carried him over to the bay's side and he started at the top of the neck and worked down, "I'm sure they'll be so impressed by you," the blonde told him, "You've done so good, they have to be." The boy took a break and pulled his phone from his Wrangler jeans pocket. They would arrive in about thirty minutes, though knowing his Uncle, the man believed that the earlier, the better. They would probably be there in fifteen. Bay quickly closed his phone and started working in faster circles. Once he was done, he took the smooth bristle brush and brushed with the coat. Fine, loose hair and dirt specks floated slowly to the ground. Now, he stepped back to survey his work. The thoroughbred's coat gleamed with close perfection. His left ear swiveled back and forth, listening to Bay, and the other animal's shifting around in their stalls.

Bay had also took his car to the wash and waxed it himself. He had vaccumed the floor board and cleaned out the garbage. Not only for his parents, but he wanted to impress Andie, if he ever got to take her for a ride in it. He wished he would have told her his family was coming. They would love to meet her, she was such a sweet girl, and pretty. Plus, apart from his new accuaintince Avery, she was his best freind, and hopfully, a little more.

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And I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been
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Outfit: +++
Horse: +++
Lyrics: Keith Urban-- Making Memories of Us
Notes: any takers? lol

[.Rissa.]

starring:
Bay Cromwell

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And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us
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The boy walked back to the tack room. He deposited the brushes into the black bucket that held his grooming supplies. He then retrieved the english blanket and saddle from the rack and slung the bridle over his shoulder. His boots carried him back to the thoroughbred. Bay gently placed the blanket on the horse's back followed by the saddle. He loosely did up the girth, just snug enough to sit in place. He held the copper bit out in his hand and put it to Robby's mouth. The horse opened his maw and let the silver piece slide in. He moved his tongue around, only a couple times, to get the taste and feel of it. He paid no mind as the headstall slipped over his ears.

Bay stepped back again, making sure everything looked right and professional. Then, the sound of an engine came to his hears. He quickly turned his head as he saw a white chevy Avalanche pull into a parking space, "Their here!" he grinned excitedly. His footsteps hastened as he neared the vehicle. His Uncle emerged from the driver's seat, and his dad from the passenger seat. Bay smiled from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around his dad's neck. His mom climbed out of the back seat. Her light brunette hair showing hints of gray. It was up in a bun. Her smile widened as she kissed the side of the boy's face, "My darling." Bay's face reddened in embarrasment. It was nice to know his parents never changed. Him and his uncle exchanged one arm hugs, "So, this is the place eh?" Mike questioned.

"This is it dad," Bay beamed. He motioned for everyone to follow. "So, how is ol' Rob anyway?" Uncle Rick asked.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Bay laughed as the group rounded the corner. Robby perked his ears at the crowd of people and nickered a friendly greeting, recognizing Rick.

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And I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been
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Outfit: +++
Horse: +++
Lyrics: Keith Urban-- Making Memories of Us
Notes: any takers? lol

[.Rissa.]

starring:
Bay Cromwell

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And I'm gonna love you like nobody loves you
And I'll earn your trust making memories of us
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Uncle Rick chuckled low. He was surprised the horse still remembered him. But people said they had memoeries like elephants, and they sometimes remembered the bad more than the good. The hefty man held his hand out and the gelding took in the familiar scent. Now, the trainer stepped back and sized the horse up, "He looks more pampered than the First Lady!"

A roar of laughter escaped the mouths of the Cromwell family. Robby's audits were forward and freindly, obviously enjoying the atention, oblivous to the fact the jokes were on him. The blonde boy patted his neck, a rather embarrassed grin on his face. He secretly hoped he wouldn't run into anyone he knew with his rednecked folks. His mother scoffed at her brother-in-laws comment, "Well, I think he's beautiful." Her plump hand patted the gelding's shoulder, "You take good care of our boy, don't you Bobby?"

"Mom, it's Robby," Bay corrected. His mother had a memory like a goldfish and was hard of hearing at times.

"Oh! Robby, I'm sorry," she apologized in a hastily manner shaking her head with a toy of a smile of her lips, knowing the horse didn't know the difference, but to make her son feel better. She turned to her husband Mike, who had been rather quiet. He was in bad health, having a mild stroke the previous week. He hadn't seemed the same after that. He was rather grouchy and... just not himself, "Mike, don't you think Bay has done a great job in taking care of the horse?" she asked in more of a demanding tone. Uncle Rick and Bay were now looking at him. Rick had a doubtful expression on his face towards his older brother, Bay's blue eyes were fixed on the man whom he looked up to and tried his hardest to please.

The balding head of the man nodded, "Yes, fine job," he spoke and turned his head in another direction.

Bay's eyes fell on the nose of his gelding, he swallowed, holding in his dissapointed and hurt emotions, knowing the words were heartless. His mother shot the man an angry look and turned back to Bay, "Were you fixing to ride him?" she asked, knowing full well the boy's intent to surprise them.

In an instant, the boy's face was glowing like a light, "Yeah! I was gonna take him down to the arena."

"We would love to watch," his mother continued, she turned towards the men, "Let's all go down to the arena."

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And I wanna stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I wanna make your world better than it's ever been
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Outfit: +++
Horse: +++
Lyrics: Keith Urban-- Making Memories of Us
Notes: any takers? lol