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Post by Adelais on Sept 1, 2014 20:45:42 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 18:59:08 GMT -5
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:11:13 GMT -5
Bentley Maxwell Huntington Hi, I'm Bentley Maxwell Huntington, but you can call me Bentley. I'm a male, and I go for girls. I was born on June 18, 1994, so I'm 20 years old. In case you're wondering, I'm a citizen. People say I look like Gregg Sulkin, but I don't see it. Anyways, I'm played by Adelais, and she find you by SIM site. She has been Rping for 5 years.
Tell me anything He is the only child of two very wealthy, divorced parents who gave him anything and everything he ever wanted; mostly because they never wanted to deal with him. After the divorce, neither of his parents wanted to take him, so he was raised by various nannies until he was able to attend school. As soon as his parents could, they shipped him off to the finest boarding school money could buy, where he remained until he graduated. His parents became very distant figures and more like strangers who handed him money or whatever else he asked for.
While at boarding school, he quickly climbed the social ladder and grew to be the most popular boy in school, the one every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be, but he wasn't just popular, he was also very smart. He excelled at all his studies, no matter what the subject was and ended up at the top of his class by the end of his first year there.
It was while he was at boarding school, that he discovered his love and passion for riding and he threw himself into it, wanting to be the top rider at the school. His instructor discovered that he had a natural talent for riding and with horses and took him under his wing, where he grew tremendously. Every moment he could, he was either riding or working with the horses trying to learn and absorb as much as he could because he wanted to be the best. It wasn't long before he was the star student and was competing with people twice his age, which garnered him a lot of attention. There were even whispers that he might be on the Olympic team, but that would happen later down the road; or so he hopes.
His parents, true to form, heard about his success and gave him money for a horse, any one that he wanted. There was no limit to the amount and after months of searching, he found his match in a Dutch Warmblood named Ravel; A.K.A. Unravel Me. They made an amazing team and the relationship between them seemed like they each made up a part of the other. When combined they became whole or one, and you could see it when they were together, that connection that everyone hopes and strive for, but doesn't always find. In competitions, the were unstoppable and crushed just about everyone they competed against.
After graduating, he hit the road and had no plans to go to college, instead he planned to follow his dream; to compete in the Olympics. So, with money to burn and time to kill, he spent a couple of years over in Europe training with the best of the best and fooling around, before moving back to the United States to see if he could make the Olympic team.
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:11:34 GMT -5
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:11:58 GMT -5
Unravel Me "Ravel"Contang x Hautian
Age: 6 years
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Gender: Gelding
Base Color: Bay
Markings: Broken stripe and star, two white socks on hind legs
Height: 16 hands
Notable Relatives: Contang
Primary Discipline: Eventing
Owner: Bentley Maxwell Huntington
Personality: Overall, Ravel is a really even tempered, sweet horse with an incredible work-ethic. His is very driven, much like his owner, to succeed and knows when he has done well; he seems to thrive on the energy of the crowd and gets really competitive. He adores small children and loves any kind of attention, and can be an in your pocket kind of horse.
Vices: Can act stud-ish at times, requires an experience rider as he will take full advantage of an inexperienced one, he is the type of horse who needs a job and will sour if left in the pasture for long periods of time without being worked. Hates being stalled and will often kick the stall doors relentlessly, he also doesn't like to be cross tied. He gets nippy and demanding if he thinks that you have treats and will kick if you touch a sensitive spot on his right side.
Brief History: Was born on a breeding farm in Holland and shipped over to the United States when he was a yearling where he was purchased by another breeding farm. When he was two years old, he was placed back up for sale after the breeding farm decided not to incorporate him into their breeding program and therefore, no longer need him. This is where Bentley came across him after hearing about his natural talent from several of the people at one of the shows he was competing at. That day, he drove out to see the two year old and immediately felt a connection with him and bought him on the spot. He had him gelded asap, as Ravel was quite the handful and it seemed to temper him out. He still occasionally acts stud-ish, but for the most part he is even tempered.
Roleplayed By: Adelais
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:12:32 GMT -5
Barely a sound was made as a he passed swiftly through the trees, his breathing was even and light and his chest shone with perspiration. He was only wearing a pair of running shorts and an armband to carry his iPod, which was set on shuffle and currently playing Time Is Running Out by Muse. The sun wasn’t totally up just yet, so the darkness seemed to swallow his quickly retreating form as he moved along the trail. Being up before the sun was nothing new to Bentley, he was use to it after years of early morning practices and training, and now it was just a habit. He always tried to get in an intense workout before heading to the barn to train with Ravel for the rest of the day, staying in good physical form was important, especially if he wanted to make it to the Olympics. So far they were doing well and had placed high in several CCI shows that they had competed in, so they were certainly on their way. As he came to a bend in the trail, he stopped and dropped to the ground starting his first round of pushups. He always heated these, but they were awesome for building upper body strength. Finishing his three sets, he hopped up and continued his run. He was a machine when it came to running, probably because he had done it everyday since he could remember and it wasn’t unusual for him to run 15 miles in the morning. This morning was no different; he was only half way through his run when out of the corner of his eye he spotted something shadowing him on his right. He slowed and pulled his headphones out of his ears Hello? Who’s there? he called out, his words a little shaky from his breathing. He frowned when no one called back and placed his headphones back into his ears, immediately picking back up where he left off. Although, he did watch his right side out of the corner of his eye as he ran, to see if the figure was following him again. It didn’t appear again and he shook his head, maybe he was hallucinating? He had been a little off-kilter with the time change from Europe to here, but he didn’t think he had been so sleep deprived that he would start hallucinating. Yeah, he had partied pretty hard since he got back, but he had made sure he hadn’t missed out on any sleep, but maybe he was sleep deprived. He shook the thought from his head and tried to focus on his run and clearing his head to get ready for the day. The skin on the back of his neck stood up as he felt a pair of eyes on him and he looked back over his shoulder. What he saw, made him jump and skitter to a halt as a figure came jogging up the trail behind him, What the hell? he thought as the figure moved closer, their features still hidden under their hoodie. He eyed them warily, slightly annoyed at himself for stopping his run and for being such a wuss. He had never been that skittish before, but this was a new place and he wasn’t familiar with which places where, and where not safe to run in the dark. He rolled the wires of his headphones absentmindedly in his fingers as he waited for the figure to either stop in front of him or run by completely. NOTE: Sorry if the coding is messed up. I'm going to fix it tomorrow, so hopefully you people can read it.  |
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Post by Adelais on Sept 10, 2014 19:12:58 GMT -5
He watched through narrowed eyes as the figure came to a spot in front of him, his muscles were tense ready to fight or flee depending on the danger; but he immediately relaxed when he saw that it was just a girl. Quietly exhaling a sigh of relief, he smiled at her and laughed Yeah, everything’s fine! Just a little jumpy this morning is all. I’m new here and don’t really know my around yet, so I’m a little wary. he was still kicking himself for being so jumpy, but as he got to know that area better that would fade. Thankfully. Honestly, he was still trying to get use to a lot of things after spending two years in Europe, like driving on the right side of the road, having ice available with your drink and now, not being able to drink…legally at least. He groaned inwardly at the thought of having to wait a whole other year before he would be allowed to have an alcoholic drink. He was really going to miss his wines. Yes, he could get alcohol at a party, but drinking there would be to get drunk and most of the time, it was cheap liquor. Not that he would ever turn that down, but he preferred the kind that you savored and drank with a meal in a nice restaurant.
When the sound of her music reached his ears, he smiled brightly You have good taste in music he said inclining his head towards her headphones. His fingers rolled and twisted the wires of his headphones as he waited for her to respond, it was an annoying habit of his and he went through several pairs of headphone a year because of it. While he waited, his mind drifted to what he and Ravel would be working on today, he was thinking that they might work some jumps. Maybe do some gymnastics, as lately Ravel had gotten sloppy with keeping his feet tucked and was nicking some of the rails. It wasn’t affecting their scores too much, but he wanted to eliminate any chance of a point deduction. Every little bit counts-something he learned very early on.
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