Post by aleric bittan engal on Apr 26, 2010 20:02:14 GMT -5
---------THIS IS YOUR STORY---------
aleric bittan engel ,
---------ARE YOU GONNA TELL IT RIGHT?[/align]
give us the scoop ,
FILL US IN FILL US IN FILL US IN
My name is Aleric. I don't go by anything else, so don't try. I come from Moscow, Germany. I don't live here, I'm only here to escape home, to escape my family. My father. I prefer not to speak of this though. I speak of my current life only right now. I like in an apartment down town. Small, but ahh... cozy, so to speak. It's a nice size, and it's warm. I spend most of my days playing music, or perhaps in a coffee shop, or really anywhere quiet. I don't like noise. I don't like crowds. And I don't like conversation. Words have no perpose. This is why I play the piano, and the guitar. They says what words cannot say. Now, I may seem... solitary. Most of the time I am, but I am not against good company. I do enjoy a good walk with someone, or perhaps a nice ride on horseback or a drive down the countryside with someone I'm close to. Otherwise, I'm alright with being on my own. I love warm, sunny summer days, but I also like thunder and lightning storms. Night time to me, is a lovely time, but I much prefer day over night. I suppose that is a bit about me.
got any secrets? ,
EVERYONE HAS SOME EVERYONE HAS SO
As long as this is off the record...
My brother commit suicide three years ago. Ever since, my father has been pushing me to be exactly like he was. My mother fears I will fall to the same fate if my father pushes me to be like him. That is why they split up, I suppose. My father wants me to be like my brother, whilst my mother fears I'll take my own life if I do become like him. This is why I've come to America. To get away. To have a new beginning. I'm searching to create a new me, a new life. I want to build something here in the California countryside where I can be free of my family and of memories. Here, I can finally start over if I decide I like it here. If only my memories will let me.
[/size]My brother commit suicide three years ago. Ever since, my father has been pushing me to be exactly like he was. My mother fears I will fall to the same fate if my father pushes me to be like him. That is why they split up, I suppose. My father wants me to be like my brother, whilst my mother fears I'll take my own life if I do become like him. This is why I've come to America. To get away. To have a new beginning. I'm searching to create a new me, a new life. I want to build something here in the California countryside where I can be free of my family and of memories. Here, I can finally start over if I decide I like it here. If only my memories will let me.
behind the mask ,
ABOUT THE RPER ABOUT THE RPER AB
I'm JanaeClaire bitchesss. ;D Admin here at Overcrowded and I've been RPing for a good six years, nearly seven. You can contact me through my email, ohsostarryeyed@gmail.com, or PM me, or AIM me at puppaduckasaur.
Wolf here is visiting to make sure this is what he really wants in life. C69494
[/size]Wolf here is visiting to make sure this is what he really wants in life. C69494
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He was nervous. Nervous, and excited. It reminded him of how he felt right before a big game. He knew he was good, possibly the best, but what if he slipped up? What if his horse did? What if he fell off? What if his beloved mare got injured? These were all the major concerns that raced through Oliver Perry Hazard's mind while he sat on the completely bare back of his silver buckskin mustang. He tried to get these thoughts from his mind, focusing on the breathing of Converse beneath his legs, fiddling with her black mane. Then, he heard the gate open about fifteen feet in front of him and his horse. "Here we go Conny." he said softly, taking a deep breath. he could hear the cheering of the crowd outside and put on a smile. This was his element. Horseback riding in front of a big crowd. Then music started.
I gave the mare's sides a squeeze my legs, and she started slowly out into the ring. The clapping got louder, and a few cameras flashed. Probably some of his friends from school. He gave the crowd a big grin with his hands on his legs, not even on his beautiful mare. Instead, he put some pressure of her left side, starting her into a half-pass. Then started the whole routine. From the half-pass, he coaxed her into a steady trot, into a circle, and then into a loping run. This part was a required move in professional reining, and even though this wasn't championships, it was a contest. His horse must perform large, fast circles at a near-gallop and smaller, slow circles at a lope. They would be perfectly round, while he dictating the pace of Converse. There was an easily seen change of speed as Oliver transitioned from the large, fast to the small, slow circles. Most circles incorporated the changes of direction that require a flying change of lead. Oliver and Converse had made the moves perfectly the the crowd rooting him on. The blonde boy grinned hugely, patting the mare's bare neck. He knew most of the reason the reason the crowd was cheering was because he rode with no saddle, and no bridle. There was literally nothing but him and his horse.
Quickly, he went into his next move. A flying change. It's a fainly quick, hardly noticable change that only the judges tend to see, but it was complicated none the less. His horse had to change her leading front and hind legs at the lope mid-stride, during the suspension phase of the gait. Converse could not break gait nor change speed. While completing a change at speed can improve Oliver's score, precision is the most important factor in judging: A horse taking more than one stride to complete the change, or a horse that changes early, late, or that changes only the front feet and not the hind feet will be penalized. Thankfully, the move was performed with perfect precision while "My Town" by Montgomery Genrty played over the speakers. Before the judges could penalize him and Converse, he swept in the next move. A rundown. It was a dangerous move, and very precice, and wild move. Especially when he had nothing on the horse to keep him seated. He would just have to trust Converse and hang on. This move required the horse galloping or "runing" along the long side of the arena, at least 20 feet from the fence or rail. A rundown was a required movement prior to a sliding stop and a rollback, and he did it perfectly. As soon as he reached the end, he performed the sliding stop.
His horse went from a gallop immediately to a complete halt, planted her hind feet in the footing and allowed her hind feet to slide several feet, while continuing to let her front feet "walk" forward. The back was raised upward and her hindquarters came well underneath. Her particularly powerful stop produced flying dirt and a cloud of dust. The movement finished in a straight line, and the horse's position didn't change. This movement was a crowd favorite, and Oliver was please when the crowd began cheering again. Converse seemed just as please by the way her ears perked forward. He then followed with an imediate rollback. the horse immediately, without hesitation, performed a 180-degree turn after halting from her sliding stop, and immediately went forward again into a lope. His stunning mare turned on her hindquarters, bringing her hocks well under, and the motion was continuous with no hesitation. Now, came the crowd favorite. Oliver grinned and patted the sweaty neck of his mare. "Good girl." he huffed breathlessly, feeling his own blond bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat from heat and work. Then, came the turnaround. Beginning from a standstill, he and Converse spun 360 degrees in place around her stationary inside hind leg. The hind pivot foot remained in essentially the same spot throughout the spin, though she picked it up and put it down as she turns. Spins were judged on correctness, smoothness, and cadence. The great speed Converse had added to the difficulty and improved the score of their perfectly done spin.
The initial routine had been finished, and Oliver hadn't felt this exhilirated since his last rodeo. The crowd cheered and rooted him on as he continued with a few finishing circles, one flying change, three rundowns with skidding stops and rollbacks, and finally one last turnaround, and finished off with one circle. The song came to an end as well as him performance, and he was breathing hard and heavy along with his horse. He grinned as he dismounted, turning to face the mare, and she stood tiredly, but obediently. The handsome blonde grinned hugely and took her chin in his hands and kissed her velvety nose before scratching at her mane, patting her neck and rubbing her shoulders. She nickered in sweet response. Meanwhile, the crowd still cheered, but most of it had begun to disperse and go on with their business, heading out to either see other events or go on rides or head out to the dance floor. Oliver smiled at his blue-eyed mustang, though, and knew he'd probably spend the rest of the night resting with his sweet, sweet mare. With a cluck of his tung, he walked for the gates with his horse following close behind until finally, the door shut behind them. The moment he was free of the onlooking crowd, his shoulders slumped in exauhstion. Hanging onto a galloping horse with no sturrups or anything was like hanging upside down by your legs for four hours. He heaved a deep breath and slipped a halter over Converse's head, and she accepted it without hesitation. He gently led her around the outside of the ring with on hand on her lead-rope while the other worked his shirt over his shoulders, soon tossing it off tot he side with the rest of his things that sat against the wall outside of the ring. With that, he lead Converse to the nearest water trough and let her gulp down water while he leaned against the water-holder, resting his tired bones.
I gave the mare's sides a squeeze my legs, and she started slowly out into the ring. The clapping got louder, and a few cameras flashed. Probably some of his friends from school. He gave the crowd a big grin with his hands on his legs, not even on his beautiful mare. Instead, he put some pressure of her left side, starting her into a half-pass. Then started the whole routine. From the half-pass, he coaxed her into a steady trot, into a circle, and then into a loping run. This part was a required move in professional reining, and even though this wasn't championships, it was a contest. His horse must perform large, fast circles at a near-gallop and smaller, slow circles at a lope. They would be perfectly round, while he dictating the pace of Converse. There was an easily seen change of speed as Oliver transitioned from the large, fast to the small, slow circles. Most circles incorporated the changes of direction that require a flying change of lead. Oliver and Converse had made the moves perfectly the the crowd rooting him on. The blonde boy grinned hugely, patting the mare's bare neck. He knew most of the reason the reason the crowd was cheering was because he rode with no saddle, and no bridle. There was literally nothing but him and his horse.
Quickly, he went into his next move. A flying change. It's a fainly quick, hardly noticable change that only the judges tend to see, but it was complicated none the less. His horse had to change her leading front and hind legs at the lope mid-stride, during the suspension phase of the gait. Converse could not break gait nor change speed. While completing a change at speed can improve Oliver's score, precision is the most important factor in judging: A horse taking more than one stride to complete the change, or a horse that changes early, late, or that changes only the front feet and not the hind feet will be penalized. Thankfully, the move was performed with perfect precision while "My Town" by Montgomery Genrty played over the speakers. Before the judges could penalize him and Converse, he swept in the next move. A rundown. It was a dangerous move, and very precice, and wild move. Especially when he had nothing on the horse to keep him seated. He would just have to trust Converse and hang on. This move required the horse galloping or "runing" along the long side of the arena, at least 20 feet from the fence or rail. A rundown was a required movement prior to a sliding stop and a rollback, and he did it perfectly. As soon as he reached the end, he performed the sliding stop.
His horse went from a gallop immediately to a complete halt, planted her hind feet in the footing and allowed her hind feet to slide several feet, while continuing to let her front feet "walk" forward. The back was raised upward and her hindquarters came well underneath. Her particularly powerful stop produced flying dirt and a cloud of dust. The movement finished in a straight line, and the horse's position didn't change. This movement was a crowd favorite, and Oliver was please when the crowd began cheering again. Converse seemed just as please by the way her ears perked forward. He then followed with an imediate rollback. the horse immediately, without hesitation, performed a 180-degree turn after halting from her sliding stop, and immediately went forward again into a lope. His stunning mare turned on her hindquarters, bringing her hocks well under, and the motion was continuous with no hesitation. Now, came the crowd favorite. Oliver grinned and patted the sweaty neck of his mare. "Good girl." he huffed breathlessly, feeling his own blond bangs sticking to his forehead with sweat from heat and work. Then, came the turnaround. Beginning from a standstill, he and Converse spun 360 degrees in place around her stationary inside hind leg. The hind pivot foot remained in essentially the same spot throughout the spin, though she picked it up and put it down as she turns. Spins were judged on correctness, smoothness, and cadence. The great speed Converse had added to the difficulty and improved the score of their perfectly done spin.
The initial routine had been finished, and Oliver hadn't felt this exhilirated since his last rodeo. The crowd cheered and rooted him on as he continued with a few finishing circles, one flying change, three rundowns with skidding stops and rollbacks, and finally one last turnaround, and finished off with one circle. The song came to an end as well as him performance, and he was breathing hard and heavy along with his horse. He grinned as he dismounted, turning to face the mare, and she stood tiredly, but obediently. The handsome blonde grinned hugely and took her chin in his hands and kissed her velvety nose before scratching at her mane, patting her neck and rubbing her shoulders. She nickered in sweet response. Meanwhile, the crowd still cheered, but most of it had begun to disperse and go on with their business, heading out to either see other events or go on rides or head out to the dance floor. Oliver smiled at his blue-eyed mustang, though, and knew he'd probably spend the rest of the night resting with his sweet, sweet mare. With a cluck of his tung, he walked for the gates with his horse following close behind until finally, the door shut behind them. The moment he was free of the onlooking crowd, his shoulders slumped in exauhstion. Hanging onto a galloping horse with no sturrups or anything was like hanging upside down by your legs for four hours. He heaved a deep breath and slipped a halter over Converse's head, and she accepted it without hesitation. He gently led her around the outside of the ring with on hand on her lead-rope while the other worked his shirt over his shoulders, soon tossing it off tot he side with the rest of his things that sat against the wall outside of the ring. With that, he lead Converse to the nearest water trough and let her gulp down water while he leaned against the water-holder, resting his tired bones.
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