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[selma]

Calvin stood behind the counter of the only horse town's tack store. He had recently been hired, and today was his first day on the job and he was a little nervous. That day he had been scheduled to work from eleven 'till four and then the store was closed due to it being Sunday.

The teen didn't really know quite what to do, so he decided to clean up the store a little bit. He was told that it was normally quiet on Sunday's with only the occasional shopper comming in to buy a bag of feed type thing, and that is why he wanted to start on a Sunday.

Calvin walked over to shelf that held hoof care products and began to organize the mess into brands. He knew that it was the most appealing to organize the hoof care products into brands, as most people have brand prefrences over anything else, along with that it also just made the store look nicer.

At around one, only a few customers had come in and for small things, such as halter, or something else small. Releasing a small sigh Calvin perched behing the clerk counter on a tall black bar stool.

[daine6]

Chris parked his car in as close a spot he could get, which was rather close, as there was only one or two cars in the parking lot of the tack store. The teen hoped the store carried what he was needing. As it was a weekend-day, he had decided to explore the town before stopping by the tack store on his way home.

Chris pushed open the door, hearing the bell jangle as the door fell shut behind him, and stopped, looking around the small store. Quaint. He thought idely before turning and searching the rows of shelves. he was specifically looking for three things; carrot-flavored treats (Steele loved anything carrot flavored), a tube of Ivermectin wormer, and a gift for his sister. The boy grinned slightly. He didn't know what he was going to get his sister, but it needed to be something good. There was no special ocassion or anything, he just felt like being nice to his younger sibling, for a change.

The Japanese-American boy quickly found the wormers and grabbed a tube of Zimecterin Gold. It wouldn't be time to worm Steele for another two weeks, but at least he'd already have bought the stuff. Chris paused, then grabbed another tube before walking away. I can go ahead and get a tube for sis, that way I don't have to drive her back down here later on...

The boy found himself stopping by the aisle with the clippers, but made himself move on to where the feed and treats were kept. After searching for several minutes, he still hadn't found the carrot-flavored cookies he was looking for. He'd spotted the apple flavored, and the peppermint flavored, but no carrot-flavored... Chris crossed his arms, giving the shelves a small glare before walking briskly to the end of the aisle, glancing up to where the boy behind the counter sat. "Hey, can I get some help?" He asked, raising his voice loud enough that the other boy could hear. Looks like he might also be a student at the academy... Chris thought, standing still and studying the tack store clerk.

[Savannah Grace Paxson]

Savannah wasn't one to work... like ever... but her deal with her parents was that if she went to this new boarding school, she'd help pay for her horses' necessities and whatever else she needed to, which is what led her to Earl's Tack 'R' Us. The single tack store in the town of Blue Ridge was the only place other than Tastee's which seemed like a decent job, and since she liked retail much more than fast food, she chose the tack shop.

As she walked into the store, she saw another worker and a boy she recognized from the running track a few days earlier. She walked to the back to grab her name tag, which she quickly and neatly pinned to her Abercrombie and Fitch jean jacket which covered up her white strapless top, and on top of which sat her big eternity scarf in the same blue that was on her sandals. She walked out and took another look at the boy who sat behind the clerk's counter, whom the student from Blue Ridge had just asked for help. She could tell just by looking at him that he was new, not very experienced in working in a retail store, even if it was just for horse tack. She smiled to both of them, her lips curling up at one side of her mouth in a mysterious way that left people wondering what she was thinking about. She walked over to the polo wraps and horse boots to rearrange them, make them more organized and easier to access.

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[river]

River's black f-150 pulled into th parking lot of the only tack store in this little town. Steaming mad he slammed the door of his truck. He had went to go ridding today, and apparently a squerril, or judging by the damage, a couple of squerrils had decided to use his saddle pad as materials for theuir best, and completly chrewed through the entire thing. River stood outside his truck for a moment trying to regain his composure. As soon as he got it mostly under control, he headed for the door.

Being as grumpy as he was, River tried not to make an contact with anyone. He just made his way to the far side where there was an aray of western saddle pads. River's biggest concern was that his horse has a shorter back and requires a 30' length, yet most sadde pads were made at a 32' length.

Starting at the most expensive saddle pad he could find, he started going trough each one looking at the tags in an attempt to find the proper size.