RP: *anyone* [PG-13]

[Alexis Lape]

Yep. That's right. I'm an RP DORK. I've been doing it since I was 11, and I'm now 18. : )

So anyways.

Any RP I start on the Forums (any RP that takes place at the HEC, or at any stable agreed upon by myself and the other RPer) can be picked up n my stable site, just so it's easier to follow.

Every now and then, I may post a Role Play add here and anyone who is interested can take it up Mostly I prefer this method because I've never been a fan of BIG forums-- they're just too hard to follow for me.

I plan on starting the RP here, but first, I would like to pitch my idea and then anyone who is interested can message me in Cbox on my site and I will then post an opener. (I'm just not a believer in posting for nothing)

So anyways, I'd love to hear from anyone, and I'm open to ideas

If anyone is interested, bump me a message in the Cbox~

"Elaina Aldini is a skilled rider in the English discipline and her senior year at high school has been quickly ebbing away. She's soon to start college, a private institution devoted to Equine Studies in the scenic areas of Vermont.
Elaina plans to take her most prized possession, favorite companion, and best friend with her; her horse. She owns a 15.1hh Arabian stallion, who she aptly named Dr. Zhivago after one of her favorite tales.
As summer is approaching, Elaina is beginning to get herself and her horse ready for her first year as a freshman at the coed private institution."

That's just the basis of what I'd like to go for/the background of Elaina and Dr. Z, but as for where the RP goes, that's up to our brains : )

For now, this is just a character summary, but I won't post an actual OPENING POST until someone says that they're interested on the Cbox : )

EDIT:Okay, a little information on the setting before this RP gets going.

As a starter, being that is to be set (initially) before Elaine goes to college, I'm going to open with Elaine at the HEC, since she's an HEC rider, and also because I wouldn't mind RPing at my own stable.

This is definitely NOT The main setting, just a place, so if anyone is confused about the imagery, you can see the stable on my site.

(Starting small!)
He was doing it again. Elaine watched as the stubborn six year old lowered his head and began to paw at the ground of the arena with his front right hoof. He had stopped mid canter, shook his head, gave an irritated snort and was now doing what he was doing. His mane, grown long, the way Elaine liked it, fell across his crown and covered his forehead as he began to lower himself in an attempt to roll. Why was he being so difficult today?

“Zee!” she snapped, giving a firm pull on the lounge line that she held in her left hand.

The horse raised his head, looked at her with matching brown eyes and then gave another little snort. “Why do you always have to be so stubborn?” she said to him gently, setting down the long training whip that was used to follow the horse’s hind quarters. Slowly, she approached him, a smile planted firmly upon her face, despite her frustration with him.

Three times she had tried to get the stallion to canter over the blue tarp that was a pretend area of water and three times he had refused. It was held in place by the long trot poles, so it was stationary. The stubborn Arabian, Dr. Zhivago had walked over the tarp easily enough and had even ventured to try a trot as well, but cantering… forget it.

As she approached him, the stallion lifted his head, bright eyes regarding her warmly as he lowered his head to greet her. Elaine stretched out her free hand and brushed him lightly on his muzzle before leaning in to kiss him on the bridge of his nose. “That’s alright. You’ll get it, Zee. Sooner or later you’ll need to cross it.” Finally, she took a small step back and wound the lounge line into a loose circle around her hand, coiling it up and leading the horse back towards the fence that encompassed the arena. He went willingly, his brown ears pricked forward as he listened to the quiet footsteps of his owner. He pushed his muzzle against her, making a small sound that she wouldn’t understand. Elaine knew that Zee hadn’t wanted to disappoint her, but she also knew that the horse was well aware of the simple fact that would always forgive him. The tall trees that surrounded the southern edge of the arena cast a long shadow over them as they passed through the gate and out onto the path that would lead back up to the barn.

The Heines Equestrian Center was where Elaine had been boarding Dr. Zhivago since her grandfather had given him to her. It was a large stable that extended across more than four hundred acres of lush pasture and virgin forests. The stables itself were spread out into several different stables, each housing a different type of horse. However, the stable’s main focus was acting as an American based stud for the Württemberger and Rhinelander breeds. But they accepted various other types of horses, especially into their Main Stable, which was where Elaine kept Zee.

[Dimitri Dane]

There were times when Dimitri Dane wondered what exactly he was doing, why he hadn't stopped himself to think things over, to realize that he was being an idiot, and throw himself into reverse in order to get back on track. As he brought his truck to a stop within the Heines Equestrian Center's grounds, he began to realize that, yes, this was looking to be one of those times.

I didn't even call ahead.[/i] He yanked up harder on the parking brake than was strictly necessary, or even recommended, knuckles going white as he gripped the wheel. Partly, this was done in anger at himself, but mostly it was fear, as that old irrational terror began to creep back up on him. Yeah, I'm sure that some weird guy just showing up on the property will go over just swell.[/i] Deep breaths. Think. [/b]Like I should have been doing before I even got in the truck.[/i] It'd probably be weirder, now, for him to just up and leave again. Surely someone had seen the truck already, was coming out to see who had shown up, or maybe they had run to find a phone and call the police...

[/b]No.[/i] People were reasonable, horse people especially. How else would anyone have the patience to work with the animals? He switched off the engine, relinquishing his death grip on the wheel. What was he afraid of, anyway? Nothing. He was afraid of nothing. [/b]Right. Undoing his seat belt, he opened up the door and slid out of his seat before he could think himself into a stupor again, slamming the door shut as though he might get some courage out of doing things with more force than need be.

It didn't work.

So, here Dimitri was, invading on someone's--incredibly extensive--private property, unannounced, standing stupidly next to his silver Dodge. At the very least, he didn't look particularly threatening on his own; really, he looked more like someone who belonged in a goth nightclub, dressed and... decorated as he was. Black shirt, black jeans, black nails, lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, hair, with lip piercings and unreasonably ornate earrings.... One could definitely be forgiven for thinking he looked out of place, especially when the look in his eye suggested that he was about ready to bolt and run at the slightest provocation.

He looked around the place, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty and layout of the farm. To say that he rarely visited other facilities was an understatement; he never did. Still, he sucked in another breath, squared his shoulders, and set to walking, having spotted someone heading towards what looked to be the proper stables of the place, leading a horse along. He did not dare calling out, but he walked briskly, hoping that maybe they might turn around before he had to be the one to speak up first, though he knew whoever it was would probably think he was insane anyway and run for it before he could get a word in...

Alright, stop thinking! He wished he could at least make up his own mind.

[Isabella Rose]

Isabella Rose swung her legs absentmindedly while sitting on the log in the front pasture. Her own horse, Sheba, grazed contentedly nearby. "Come here, girl," Izzy coaxed. The flaxen chestnut Arabian looked up at her, but made no move toward her mistress.

"Oh, come here," Izzy laughed. The mare whuffled at her, and stepped forward. "Here." The girl held out a carrot to the mare, and she accepted it willingly.

Across the dirt street sat Heines Equestrian Center. A guy with all black on was walking up the drive. A girl was leading a horse up the drive also. Izzy wanted to greet them, but she merely ducked her head and whispered quickly and quietly to the mare. Sheba breathed on her face and Izzy relaxed. How she loved that wonderful grassy smell...

The girl's long blonde hair fell across her face as she breathed in and out.

[Alexis Lape]

Elaina’s focus was on the quiet sound of Zee’s hooves as they padded softly against the ground beside her, his shoes making a quite clop, clop, clop, clop as each foot came down upon the smooth cobbled path. His head was low and his ears were forward, his eyes scanning the turn-outs where a few of the other horses had gathered around the long water trough beside the gate. To their right, the gate to the coral was latched shut, though it was empty, and beside it was another, smaller turnout where Zee’s best friend and pasture buddy Wiz Khalifa was running back and forth along the fence. Wiz belonged to the HEC and wasn’t much younger than Zee was, so the two got along rather well, since Wiz was gelded and therefor posed no threat to Zee’s “herd leader” position in the herd of male horses.

Seeing the other horse made Zee lift his head and utter a soft whinny, his ears flicking forward as he watched his friend. Wiz came to a quick stop and doubled back, racing towards the closest part of the fence with his high-set Arabian tail held in the usual, elegant arch. His own ears were forward and as he approached the fence, he slowed to a trot and then stopped, leaning his neck over the top rail and greeting Elaina and her horse with a long neigh.

Zee began to pull on his lead, clearly wanting to go run with his pasture-buddy, but something else caught his attention, causing Elaine to follow his gaze up the gentle slope that led up to the main stable and the driveway leading into the large courtyard. As they continued their trek up the small hill back to the barn, Zee kept his eyes on the truck that had pulled in and stopped in the parking area. When finally they had reached the top of the little hill and Elaina was beginning to lead Dr. Zee into the courtyard and to the left towards the large U-shaped stable. As she did, she began to slow, seeing a rather… unfamiliar face standing beside the truck that had pulled in.

The man standing there looked like nothing she had ever really seen before. Or at least, not at the stables. He didn’t look at all like the type of person one would see at any stable, but then again, to each their own. Elaina wasn’t usually the type to judge people based on what they looked like, and besides, she knew a few “goth” people who happened to be extremely nice, and well… normal despite the extravagant dress, so maybe he was like them. But even if he was, the man looked like he was going to fall over or be sick and for a moment, she had her doubts.

Be that as it may, Elaina worked at the stables as a hand, and she loved helping people, so she moved her hand up a bit, deciding to keep a better hold on Dr. Zhivago. The chain on the end of the lead went through the clasps on either side of his noseband and then doubled back to snap shut on the other side, so that she had better control of the stallion when she lead him, but even that gave her little consolidation sometimes, so she raised her right hand so that she could grab the side of his halter, holding the long coils of the lounge and lead lines and the lounging whip in her left. As she turned Zee towards the parking lot, she gave the man a quick once over, trying to decide what would bring him to the Center. When they had approached him, she pulled Zee to a halt beside her and offered the stranger a welcoming smile.

She wasn’t surprised to find anyone new on the grounds, especially since although the HEC was a privately owned facility, they welcomed new-comers and anyone who shared an interest in horses. The only parts of the stable that didn’t really appreciate non-scheduled visits were the Rehab Center, Training Barn, and the breeding barns for the two HEC breeds (Württemberger and Rhinelander). And of course the private stable, which was on the Heine’s private grounds and where they kept the horses that the owner’s granddaughter, Alexis, fell in love with.

“Ehm, hello; can I help you with something?” she asked in a tone that she hoped wouldn’t scare the man any more than he was. Is he afraid of horses…? No. Why would he come to a barn if he’s afraid…?

[Isabella Rose]

Izzy watched as the girl and Arabian left her view. She sighed. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she should be hanging out with friends, but that's something she didn't have. Well, excepting her horses. She brushed her luxurious blonde hair out of her eyes and sat back on her log. I have to meet some people here... The young teenager thought as she listened to Sheba munch on her grass. Why were horses so content and humans weren't? Izzy just didn't understand it.

[Dimitri Dane]

When Dimitri realized that the person he had been following had decided to turn around and approach him, he just about froze mid-stride, as though he had been caught doing something illegal. Well, considering that he was technically trespassing and all, this was... actually a pretty accurate description. Realizing that he must look ridiculous standing there, he resumed walking after a moment, a thing which took almost all of his courage.

Upon reaching her and hearing her question, some of the tension left his shoulders, though not much. At the very least, he wasn't about to get himself thrown off the property for being such an idiot... but he still had to get his jaw and voice working enough to form an intelligible response. There lay the problem.

"Y-yes, I uh..." His voice came out embarrassingly high, and he stopped, cleared his throat, trying again. "I'm here because I heard that, or I guess that I read it, looked it up, really..." Making proper eye contact was apparently out of the question, as his gaze tended to land anywhere except Elaina's face, usually opting for the ground or the horse she'd brought along with her. Not only that, but his hands had a peculiar way of moving as he spoke, dancing along with his words as though they were trying to get into the conversation themselves with their peculiarly fluid movements. "...that you have Rhinelanders?"

Abruptly, he seemed to realize what his hands had been up to, and stuck them down into his pockets, as if to shut them up. "And I was just wondering if maybe... maybe I could take a look at them? A-and I'm Dimitri." The last was spoken in a rush, as though common courtesy had been that much of an afterthought to him. "Dane. Dimitri Dane. Wrenegade Stables."