Showing around (Chris and Delilah)

[Katherine Carr]

Katherine led the way into the Red Willow barn. "As you will see, it's set up exactly the same as the other barn." She told the boy who was following her. "Office, tack room, feed room, stalls."

She led the way through the barn, looking for the head barn hand, until she finally located the young woman. "Delilah, this is Chris Saito. Chris, this is Ms Cellos. Chris here wants to take on the job as your student assistant. If his work ethic is half as good as he talks about it, then you won't have any problem with having a hard worker." She looked at her watch. "I have a phone conference in about fifteen minutes so I will leave the two of you to get to know each other." With a smile to each other them, she turned around and walked back out of the barn. She did indeed have a phone conference, but the thing was that she wasn't looking forward to it as much as she had tried to pretend.

[daine6]

Chris grinned as he looked around the barn, nodding to what Ms. Carr said. He could see not a thing was different from the other barn besides the horses. As the woman led him through the barn, he found himself lagging just slightly, as he paused to look at each horse and read the name-plaque on each stall. Realizing what he was doing, though, he hastened to catch up and approached the two women just in time to hear Ms. Carr introduce them.

Chris gave the head barn hand a mischevious grin and stuck a hand out to shake. "Hello Ms. Cellos." He said, his grin never wavering. She just looked like the type of person to be fun to work for. "Nice to meet you." He said before glancing back to Ms. Carr as she mentioned having to leave. "See ya around, Ms. Carr." He told the woman as she started to walk away.

The boy then looked back to the other woman, Delilah. Chris was completely at ease, as he adapted to situations easily and never really got bothered by much. He crossed his arms and studied the barn aisle, also looking at the few horses who had their heads poked over the stall doors curiously. "So, what now?" He asked the woman.

[Delilah Wren Cellos]

Delilah wiped her brow. It was odd how even during the cold someone could sweat. But then, it was a huge barn and that meant lots of stalls to clean. Sure, she was a temporary barn manager, but she was also a barn hand. And she hated seeing a messy stall. So she had woken up before sunrise and began to muck out the many stalls. It may be hard work, but it was work she had always enjoyed doing. Scooping poop wasn't glamorous or fun per say, but she loved the feeling of accomplishment as she laid the final shavings and got to admire her work.

The sound of Ms. Carr's voice down the aisle caught her attention. She propped up the pitch fork in the stall she was working on since the horse who occupied it was in the pasture at the moment and walked out to meet her. Spotting the boy with her, she smiled at him. "Hello, Chris. Nice to meet you." She nodded as Ms. Carr spoke, grinning as she informed her that the boy was there to be her assistant. That would be helpful. She nodded once more as Ms. Carr dismissed herself. "Thank you, Ms. Carr," she replied. Even though she was an adult as well, she thought it unprofessional to call her boss by anything unformal.

As the boy spoke, she raised a brow at his excitement and nodded. "You know how to muck a stall?" she asked with a grin.

[daine6]

Carlos gave the head barn hand another look over as he recognized small signs that meant she'd been mucking out stalls. He twisted around to look behind him again, and then glanced around her frame down the barn aisle once more, "How many stalls does this barn have?" He questioned when he saw that the stalls just seemed to stretch on and on. Chris had an idea of what was going to be asked of him, and he didn't mind the work at all. He'd done it before, back when his dad had boarded his and his sister's horses… only he'd volunteered to muck stalls and such in exchange for being able to ride the school horses in free lessons when he wasn't taking a lesson with his own mount.

A grin slipped across his face when the woman questioned his abilities and he gave her a confident look, uncrossing his arms and stretching, popping the shoulders. "I know how to muck stalls. I've done it before in exchange for extra lessons and stuff like that. Just show me where everything is and which stalls you want cleaned, and I can do it." He said, giving Delilah a cocky grin. He wasn't trying to be rude or anything, he was just a natural confident person and was also outgoing to the brink of driving one to insanity.

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Don't forget that the students are responsible for their own horses so you won't to muck ALL of them.

[Delilah Wren Cellos]

Delilah chuckled as he double checked the amount of stalls in the barn. She had been in awe when she had first entered the gorgeous facility. But then again, she hadn't worked in many nice places before. She glanced over his shoulder to follow his gaze down the barn aisle before looking back as he questioned about the quantity. "You know, I have no idea. More than enough, that's for sure," she laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. Something told her she didn't want to know how many stalls there were. It only made the work load that much more intimidating. But this was the work she loved to do.

She studied the boy, his gestures, his body language. He seemed like a relaxed, fun kid. And he had a thick enough body structure to handle the work load. Maybe he could even keep up with her. She laughed again as he spoke, nodding once. He seemed very sure of his abilities, but as long as he could live up to it, she didn't care one bit. "Follow me," she instructed, leading him to a large room that housed all the cleaning supplies. "The pitch forks are on the left," she began, not bothering to make sure he was behind. She figured he was. "Wheel barrels on the far left," she continued, walking towards the back wall. "Here's a list of the horses kept her. The ones written in blue are academy horses, the ones written in red are student horses. They all have which stall they are kept in by their name. Whatever horse is written in blue needs its stall mucked," she paused, making sure he was following with a smile. "I've gotten all the way to stall 14, so there aren't many left. After this, we'll prepare the food for tonight, then we'll see from there. Any questions?"

[daine6]

Chris followed the woman, but not too quickly. A few of the horses kept in the barn were still in their stalls instead of turnout, and Chris, being the person he was, just had to pause and look at each horse and read the nameplate on the stall door. He glanced up from one of the horses, noticing that his 'boss' had gotten a little ways aheadof him, and hastened t catch up, coming up behind her in time to hear her words.

He hoped she hadn't noticed his few minutes of inattention, but if she had, he had an excuse ready... afterall, if he was working in the barn, with the horses, didn't said horses need to know him, him scent, and all that goes with it?

Chris gave her a quick grin before moving up to look over the list, memorizing which stall numbers and horses needed their 'bedrooms' mucked out. "Got it all, bosslady." He said, giving her another of his cheeky grins. He was a teenager, after-all, but he did know when to work and when to play... and he was a master at combining those elements. "How about I start at the 'finish line' and work my way back, so we'll meet near the middle? Or would you rather me work alongside you first?" He glanced at the list again, then a the mucking supplies. I'll probably have to buy a pair of gloves later... "Only one question, where exactly do we dump the old bedding?"

[Delilah Wren Cellos]

Deciding not to bother the boy about straying behind, she met him with a warm smile. She had been like him when she was younger. Which wasn't very long ago. But he had made it to be where she needed him to be, so what did she care whether or not he took an extra moment or two? Delilah had always based things on efficiency rather than complete obedience. It was important to do what was asked, of course, but if things got done on time without disrespect, she wouldn't fuss too much.

"Got to know all the horses, huh?" she commented, grinning a bit to let him know she wasn't upset with him. She couldn't help but laugh as he called her bosslady. That was a new name she hadn't been called before. "Good, servant boy," she joked back, laughing a bit before straightening up a bit.

She nodded once at his suggestion. "No, you don't need to work with me. If you say you can muck the stalls, then you can. I'm not your babysitter," she replied simply. It wasn't the hardest job anyways. "For the old bedding, go out the left side door and look tothe right. You should see the pile." She began to leave the room but turned to glance at the boy. "I bet I'll finish mine first," she challenged with a grin.

[daine6]

Chris stared at the woman, head tilted a bit to the right as he thought over what she'd called him in response to his 'bosslady'. A small smile curled at the corners of his lips, and his eyes sparked mischievously, barely giving her warning before he adopted a humbled expression… well, what would have been a humbled expression if it wasn't for the impish look. Chris bowed to her slightly, smirking, "Yes, O'mistress mine." He said, unable to keep the laughter from his tone as he moved quickly towards the supplies before she could take a swat at him.

The teen grabbed a pitchfork and wheelbarrel, setting the pitchfork inside the barrel so as to have an easier time moving the stuff to the far end of the barn. He nodded at her words, filing away where the old bedding would go. He glanced up at the woman again as she challenged him, a glint in his eyes, "You're on." He said as he started down towards the far end of the barn, "But you know, if you do finish first, it's because you've already done several stalls and I haven't!"

[Ω-Admin-Cara-Ω]

Hate to butt in, but you should only be skipping the stalls out (as the stalls would need the day to air out if you were doing a complete haul out), so Chris won't need any bags of shavings

Sent from my GT-I9100T using proboards

[Delilah Wren Cellos]

Delilah grinned as she watched the boy think over her new name for him. Something told her she wouldn't mind having him as a helper in the barn. He was far better than the other alternative, someone like Sir Peter who thought he was far better because of breeding. Last time she checked, there had been a premium placed on an animal's blood lines, not a person's. But hey, maybe she just wasn't hip anymore, maybe she didn't know things. But being only 23, it didn't seem likely that she was that far out of the loop.

She chuckled as he bowed to her, shaking her head. He moved too quickly to get a good smack, but that was probably for the best. She didn't need to go beating up students on the first day. Not that she'd actually have hurt him. "Away with you, worker!" she chided as she made her way towards the stalls.

Her eyes lit up as he took the challenge. Now it was certain he wouldn't be too hard to work with. He reminded her of a less troubled version of herself. Thankfully, he didn't seem to be the type to vandalize the barn or her apartment when she wasn't looking, so he wasn't an exact replica of a young Delilah. The world didn't need another one anyhow. It was probably still recovering from her and Gabe. The thought of the young man, who was probably at this moment in his office just a short walk from her, sent her heart fluttering happily.

"No excuses! A real man could win no matter what!" she teased, darting into the stall she had left off on, sifting out the shavings from the waste left behind before darting into the next stall. Her entire life had been spent in barns mucking out stalls and the likes. In fact, she'd never had a job that didn't involve stall cleaning. So the poor boy was already at a bit of a disadvantage taking her on.

OOC: Cara, I don't think there was mention of any bags of shavings, just where to dump the old mixture of shavings and waste. Correct me if I missed something; I usually do. Just not seeing what you are talking about. Sorry!(:

[daine6]

Chris honestly didn't mind her calling him what she had, it was all in fun only, he knew that well enough. Plus, it showed that she had a joking side... what fun! The boy hoped she'd prove to be this fun to be around on a regular basis, and his laughter echoed down the aisle as he disappeared into the furthest stall to start his work, calling back to her, "Well, good thing I'm just a teenager, then!"

She'd tried to swat him, he'd seen, and Chris was pleased that he'd moved faster than she, though he wasn't a fool. He'd be expecting retaliation, and he'd be ready for it if and when it came. He knew he was going to enjoy this, working with and for her. He liked hanging out with people who knew how to have fun. The only downside, though, to working in this particular barn, was that it wasn't the barn his gelding was stalled in, but Chris knew he'd get over that.

He'd worked in barns before, a time or two, in exchange for extra lessons or the permission to exercise school horses, so mucking out wasn't knew to him. Chris took his time, though. Even though she'd issued a challenge, there was no reason to go fast and miss any waste. It wasn't long before he was on his second stall, and he quickly got to work on it.