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Post by Adelais on Jul 4, 2014 23:39:23 GMT -5
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
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Post by Adelais on Jul 31, 2014 16:56:10 GMT -5
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
Blake watched as the girl approached his truck. He was use to people stopping and checking out his truck and it wasn’t unusual for him to walk out of the store and see people taking pictures of his truck. That’s just what happened when you drove a classic. Since he had it repainted, because the original paint job had seen better days, he had noticed that it seemed to draw more attention. He narrowed his eyes as she moved closer to the it, so long as she didn’t scratch or damage it, he was fine with her checking it out. The guy had done an amazing job painting the truck, probably one of the best jobs Blake had seen in a very long time, so he understood why the woman might be staring. When she didn’t move away after some time, he decided to check her out. Maybe she wanted some information on the truck? If so, he would be happy to oblige. Trucks and cars were a passion of his and not may people share that passion. For the most part, people just liked classic cars and trucks because they were pretty and different, but he knew that they were way more than just a pretty face. There was so much more too them under the hood, that’s were all the power laid and where you would find anything of value. That’s what he loved most about restoring old trucks and cars, that you could take something worn and broken, discarded by others because they no longer saw the value in it or it no longer preformed for them, and with a little elbow grease, lots of patience, and (as crazy as this sounds) love. It’s amazing what it can turn into. It becomes something that people want to stop and check out, take pictures and know more about. Suddenly, something that someone deemed worthless becomes something of value.
He favorite part, though, was when he finally had the engine up and running. Hearing that engine purr for the first time is, well, lets just say that there’s no other feeling like it…
Downing the last of his beer, he made his way over to her, ignoring the stares and giggles of the women around the fire as he passed. So, what do you think? he asked with a grin, as he leaned against the front of the truck so he could face her. His green eyes shined in the firelight and the flickering light played up his handsome features. He studied the women as he reclined against his truck, she didn’t look like she was from around here. He did notice that she was wearing a jacket, despite the blazing heat coming off the fire, but he didn’t comment on it as he was wearing one too. Who was he to judge? Anyway, it did look really well made, the leather was lovely. I like your jacket he said, raising his eyes to hers.
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 18:57:03 GMT -5
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:02:55 GMT -5
Jaywalking "Josie"Unknown x Unknown
Age: 10
Breed: Mustang
Gender: Mare
Base Color: Dun
Markings: None
Height: 14.2 hands
Notable Relatives: None
Primary Discipline: Western
Owner: Blake Lindsay Cavener
Personality: Laid back, attentive and very inquisitive. She is often the first one to check out anything new in the pasture or anywhere really. She is always game for learning something new and does her best to do what you ask, even if she is afraid or unsure. She is incredibly sharp and picks things up very quickly, especially once she has figured out what you are asking.
Vices: None
Brief History: Rounded up when she was a yearling, she bounced from auction to auction, but was never bought. So she was sent to the long term holding facility, where she was picked out by Grayson to start training in order to increase her chances of finding a home. Little did either of them know, that she would be staying in the family when Blake dropped in one day to visit his brother and watch him work with some of the horses. Blake was immediately taken by her and bought her on the spot, but left the rest of her training to Grayson. Once she was tamed and had finished her training, she turned out to be a really nice working horse and Blake often used her when working for some of the ranches around Texas.
Roleplayed By: Adelais
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:03:31 GMT -5
Blake Lindsay Cavener Hi, I'm Blake, but you can call me Lindsay. I'm a male, and I go for girls. I was born on March 18, 1986, so I'm 28 years old. In case you're wondering, I'm a citizen. People say I look like Jensen Ackles, but I don't see it. Anyways, I'm played by Adelais, and she found you by SIM site. She has been Rping for 5 years.
Tell me anything
So, you want to know a little bit about me, huh?..
-Good with his hands. Can fix just about anything, cars and motorcycles tend to be his preference, but he has a knack for fixing just about anything that’s broken.
-Not an avid rider. He can ride and is decent but he never had the passion for it.
-Unlike some of his siblings, he went to community college and then attended a local college because, honestly, he didn’t care that much about school. He preferred to spend any of his free time working on cars.
-The only other passion he has is playing the piano, and he is extremely good at it. Was even accepted to Julliard, but declined because music wasn’t something he wanted to pursue professionally. If he’s not working on a car or some kind of project, he’s probably playing the piano.
-Lindsay, has always preferred physically labor-intensive work and most of his job growing up where just that. He spent a few summers working on a ranch building fences and looking after cattle. During the year, he worked in construction for the city, digging trenches for pipelines and cables and repairing people’s roofs.
-Has a degree in Engineering and Architecture.
-Is a firefighter
-He can be very sarcastic and is rough around the edges. He can be very blunt, so don't be surprised if he ends up stepping on a few peoples toes. He doesn't take crap from anyone and doesn't really care what anyone thinks of him.
-Despite the fact that he can be very blunt, he is actually a very smooth talker and can talk himself into or out of any kind of situation.
-With him, you get out what you put in. He's not going to go out of his way to do something for you if he doesn't think that you would do that same.
-Would do anything for those that he cares about.
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:04:08 GMT -5
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