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Pemberley Park - Hollywood Heat

Featuring:
Rider's Name: Christopher Burton
Rider's Age: 17
Horse's Name: NRR Bita a Jaxlinn 020
Horse's Gender: Stallion
Horse's Age: 7
Class: Arena Eventing - Sum Like It Hawter Challenge
Previous Experience: [x-1st] [x-1st]
Bonus Prompt: Literature Challenge (phrases underlined in text)
Placed: First
$96, 063

Pemberley Park - Hollywood Heat Results

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“Hey,” Chris said gently, pointing at the form Kate was filling out. “Wrong class. That’s-”
“Mmm, I know!” Kate chimed in nonchalantly. “I think...I want to try it. Maybe…”
Chris tipped his head, scrunching his brows slightly. She was signing herself up for a pretty big jump up (literally) from the usual classes she did. Especially since it wasn’t going to just be showjumping fences. There would be some pretty challenging cross country inspired jumps in there too. Jumps that she normally backed away from in a hurry. “Maybe? If you don’t want to do it then don’t. Nobody is making you.”
“I know. Nobody can make me do anything I don’t want to,” she chuckled. “At least not anyone around here. I would probably tell a psychopath with a gun to my head about your shower routine. Sorry, bud.”
“You mean having to unclog the drain after you?” He gestured to her long hair.
She shrugged it off with a grin. She turned back to the form, looking at where she checked the class to attend. She shrugged again, “I want to give it a go. I feel like I’m stuck in a rut and maybe this will get me excited again. Even if I end up doing really badly,” she laughed.
While he should feel excited for her to finally push herself to do better, he felt apprehensive. Maybe it was just concern. He wanted her to do well, of course he did. But this was such a sudden change of pace. She goes off to one show on her own, does well, comes back and wants to hurdle into a class she’s had such little preparation for? What was he supposed to say? Nothing at all? Let her jump into the fire? Warn her and psyche her out before she even gave it a go? It wasn’t like he could feign enthusiasm. Hell would have to freeze over before Chris could muster up any kind of enthusiasm above a smirk and a sarcastic thumbs up.
Kate saw the hesitation to respond from Chris. Always stuck in his own head. He probably didn’t think she was ready. To be honest, neither did she. But she had to push herself to try. It was the only way she would know if she would like it or not. It would be like saying she didn’t like peanut butter without having ever tried it. Only this peanut butter came with a huge leap of talent, skill, and physical demand. She patted his arm with a soft smile, “You are a sad, strange little man. And you have my pity."
“What the fuck?” Chris chuckled, losing his brooding composure.
Kate laughed with him. “You looked so uptight like you were making diamonds in there,” she teased him, poking his stomach. “It’ll be fun! It’ll be fine! We’ll be twinsies! Same class!”
Chris pulled her hands away from making jabs at him, smiling at her attempts to lie to both of them. “Twinsies? I’m sorry, you know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look good."
Kate yanked a hand free from him and ruffled his hair, “Because you literally take ten times as long as I do in front of a mirror!”
“Buzz your hair off and find out,” Chris pitched back, daring her to even try having short hair. It was way different! Maybe they should have talked about it more then and there. But it was easier to dodge the subject with teasing and laughter. Besides, Kate seemed to be set on giving the class a go for whatever reason. Maybe Chris should have asked. But…love didn’t come easy when he understood how temporary it could be. Maybe he was the only one that thought it was made of glass as stupid as it sounded. But how could he expect anything different when everything he tried to build shattered into pieces, a pile of shards at his feet, by the tiniest of fractures in a fraction of a second.

Stop leaning on guilt like a crutch.
Walk with your own legs for once.
Stand up. Don't look back.
Monsters aren't real, dumbass.

Chris sighed heavily, staring up at a dark ceiling. A glance at his phone's screen led him to the painful realization that it had only been two hours after he laid down to get some sleep before the show. But his limbs felt tingly, he could feel his heart thumping harder than it needed to, not fast just hard like a drum. The worst part was the sheen of sweat all over his body.
"Fuck me," he mouthed the words silently as he turned over, fanning the blanket to try and cool off. It was one of those nights. The kind where he wasn't the pilot of his own mind. It took over. The war was on. He was just the middle man caught in the chaos of worries, skepticism, melancholy, doubt, hopes, fears...

Jax snorted, trembling with anticipation. By now, he knew Pemberley’s premises so well that he was abuzz with anticipation. This was the land of jumps. A place where he got to go full throttle! And occasionally mind the monkey on his back or get swatted on the neck if he didn’t. Which didn’t bother him all that much but the metal in his mouth got cranky if he got swatted too so… sometimes Jax kept life peaceful for the crunchy metal bar.
Today, in particular, he had the metal bar’s best interests in mind. Instead of pulling against it constantly wanting to run through it, Jax’s attention was set on the different kinds of jumps all around him. Would there be another massive hill? Maybe a pond to splash through? All kinds of different jumps! Some he recognized! Some he only saw when he was galloped outside of the arena! Oh, the joy of having both in one ring!
Another scent in the air caught his undivided attention, as he peeled his eyes from the ring. The dun lady! He knew her well from all of their adventures together. If she was following him around, it must mean she was interested in his gene pool. He gave a loud whinny to inform her that his pool was deep, the water warm, and the poolside bar was open for business.
He almost anticipated the metal in his mouth to come and scold him. He felt the reins start to shuffle backwards on his neck, heard the boy on his back make a slurred growl or words. He tucked his head, shaking it back and forth, stamping his foot and swishing his tail. Some creatures just didn’t understand what it was like to be the sole source of carrying a species’ existence onward. But that wouldn’t stop him from try-
Oh, yea, jumps! Jax’s ears flicked forward as the boy directed him into the arena. The mare was forgotten and his targets were in his sights! So...many...jumps… A string of drool drifted into the wind as Jax’s eyes glittered at the fantasy world around him. What more could a horse want?

Previous: Changes and Choices | Next: Horrible Indecisive Coward

(1189 word count)

Lads! The lads are out again~
Jax finally getting to dip his toes into what I had originally wanted to get him into xD It's a cross country vibe~ It's an eventing vibe! It's close! Kind of a fun transition for him to at least try! And probably a good thing to warm him up to slowly anyway lol
Jax likes <3 He's being such a good boy :'''D A happy pony doing a happy boing!

And I finally actually went and looked at what Tryon (Pemberley's inspiration on appearance) looks like x''D Turns out, I actually enjoyed making the scenery for it. (well, digitally anyway xD I'd die drawing all these straight lines traditionally) Lesson learned from this piece: I learned how to do wood a little better than before : D

Puberty is hitting my lad with a left and right hook man. It's beating up my poor boy. You know the feels. You wake up one day and just like "FUCK. My esteem. Where did it just go? What happened? Why does literally everything suck?" Welcome to life, my lad.
oh and being 900x more sweaty.
Granted, lowkey panic-induced sweating is a whole other adventure.

BUT HEY! Kate gonna do big jumps? : DD woo~

Chris/Jax/Kate/angst/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs used for pony, boyo, jumpy jump
I DID actually look up what Tryon actually even looks like for once x''D Generic googleys
Posters and clap board used from freepik.com

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

Pemberley Park - Hollywood Heat

Featuring:
Rider's Name: Christopher Burton
Rider's Age: 17
Horse's Name: NRR Bita a Jaxlinn 020
Horse's Gender: Stallion
Horse's Age: 7
Class: Arena Eventing - Sum Like It Hawter Challenge
Previous Experience: [x-1st] [x-1st]
Bonus Prompt: Literature Challenge (phrases underlined in text)
Placed: First
$96, 063

Pemberley Park - Hollywood Heat Results

Follows After:

“Hey,” Chris said gently, pointing at the form Kate was filling out. “Wrong class. That’s-”
“Mmm, I know!” Kate chimed in nonchalantly. “I think...I want to try it. Maybe…”
Chris tipped his head, scrunching his brows slightly. She was signing herself up for a pretty big jump up (literally) from the usual classes she did. Especially since it wasn’t going to just be showjumping fences. There would be some pretty challenging cross country inspired jumps in there too. Jumps that she normally backed away from in a hurry. “Maybe? If you don’t want to do it then don’t. Nobody is making you.”
“I know. Nobody can make me do anything I don’t want to,” she chuckled. “At least not anyone around here. I would probably tell a psychopath with a gun to my head about your shower routine. Sorry, bud.”
“You mean having to unclog the drain after you?” He gestured to her long hair.
She shrugged it off with a grin. She turned back to the form, looking at where she checked the class to attend. She shrugged again, “I want to give it a go. I feel like I’m stuck in a rut and maybe this will get me excited again. Even if I end up doing really badly,” she laughed.
While he should feel excited for her to finally push herself to do better, he felt apprehensive. Maybe it was just concern. He wanted her to do well, of course he did. But this was such a sudden change of pace. She goes off to one show on her own, does well, comes back and wants to hurdle into a class she’s had such little preparation for? What was he supposed to say? Nothing at all? Let her jump into the fire? Warn her and psyche her out before she even gave it a go? It wasn’t like he could feign enthusiasm. Hell would have to freeze over before Chris could muster up any kind of enthusiasm above a smirk and a sarcastic thumbs up.
Kate saw the hesitation to respond from Chris. Always stuck in his own head. He probably didn’t think she was ready. To be honest, neither did she. But she had to push herself to try. It was the only way she would know if she would like it or not. It would be like saying she didn’t like peanut butter without having ever tried it. Only this peanut butter came with a huge leap of talent, skill, and physical demand. She patted his arm with a soft smile, “You are a sad, strange little man. And you have my pity."
“What the fuck?” Chris chuckled, losing his brooding composure.
Kate laughed with him. “You looked so uptight like you were making diamonds in there,” she teased him, poking his stomach. “It’ll be fun! It’ll be fine! We’ll be twinsies! Same class!”
Chris pulled her hands away from making jabs at him, smiling at her attempts to lie to both of them. “Twinsies? I’m sorry, you know what the difference is between you and me? I make this look good."
Kate yanked a hand free from him and ruffled his hair, “Because you literally take ten times as long as I do in front of a mirror!”
“Buzz your hair off and find out,” Chris pitched back, daring her to even try having short hair. It was way different! Maybe they should have talked about it more then and there. But it was easier to dodge the subject with teasing and laughter. Besides, Kate seemed to be set on giving the class a go for whatever reason. Maybe Chris should have asked. But…love didn’t come easy when he understood how temporary it could be. Maybe he was the only one that thought it was made of glass as stupid as it sounded. But how could he expect anything different when everything he tried to build shattered into pieces, a pile of shards at his feet, by the tiniest of fractures in a fraction of a second.

Stop leaning on guilt like a crutch.
Walk with your own legs for once.
Stand up. Don't look back.
Monsters aren't real, dumbass.

Chris sighed heavily, staring up at a dark ceiling. A glance at his phone's screen led him to the painful realization that it had only been two hours after he laid down to get some sleep before the show. But his limbs felt tingly, he could feel his heart thumping harder than it needed to, not fast just hard like a drum. The worst part was the sheen of sweat all over his body.
"Fuck me," he mouthed the words silently as he turned over, fanning the blanket to try and cool off. It was one of those nights. The kind where he wasn't the pilot of his own mind. It took over. The war was on. He was just the middle man caught in the chaos of worries, skepticism, melancholy, doubt, hopes, fears...

Jax snorted, trembling with anticipation. By now, he knew Pemberley’s premises so well that he was abuzz with anticipation. This was the land of jumps. A place where he got to go full throttle! And occasionally mind the monkey on his back or get swatted on the neck if he didn’t. Which didn’t bother him all that much but the metal in his mouth got cranky if he got swatted too so… sometimes Jax kept life peaceful for the crunchy metal bar.
Today, in particular, he had the metal bar’s best interests in mind. Instead of pulling against it constantly wanting to run through it, Jax’s attention was set on the different kinds of jumps all around him. Would there be another massive hill? Maybe a pond to splash through? All kinds of different jumps! Some he recognized! Some he only saw when he was galloped outside of the arena! Oh, the joy of having both in one ring!
Another scent in the air caught his undivided attention, as he peeled his eyes from the ring. The dun lady! He knew her well from all of their adventures together. If she was following him around, it must mean she was interested in his gene pool. He gave a loud whinny to inform her that his pool was deep, the water warm, and the poolside bar was open for business.
He almost anticipated the metal in his mouth to come and scold him. He felt the reins start to shuffle backwards on his neck, heard the boy on his back make a slurred growl or words. He tucked his head, shaking it back and forth, stamping his foot and swishing his tail. Some creatures just didn’t understand what it was like to be the sole source of carrying a species’ existence onward. But that wouldn’t stop him from try-
Oh, yea, jumps! Jax’s ears flicked forward as the boy directed him into the arena. The mare was forgotten and his targets were in his sights! So...many...jumps… A string of drool drifted into the wind as Jax’s eyes glittered at the fantasy world around him. What more could a horse want?

Previous: Changes and Choices | Next: Horrible Indecisive Coward

(1189 word count)

Lads! The lads are out again~
Jax finally getting to dip his toes into what I had originally wanted to get him into xD It's a cross country vibe~ It's an eventing vibe! It's close! Kind of a fun transition for him to at least try! And probably a good thing to warm him up to slowly anyway lol
Jax likes <3 He's being such a good boy :'''D A happy pony doing a happy boing!

And I finally actually went and looked at what Tryon (Pemberley's inspiration on appearance) looks like x''D Turns out, I actually enjoyed making the scenery for it. (well, digitally anyway xD I'd die drawing all these straight lines traditionally) Lesson learned from this piece: I learned how to do wood a little better than before : D

Puberty is hitting my lad with a left and right hook man. It's beating up my poor boy. You know the feels. You wake up one day and just like "FUCK. My esteem. Where did it just go? What happened? Why does literally everything suck?" Welcome to life, my lad.
oh and being 900x more sweaty.
Granted, lowkey panic-induced sweating is a whole other adventure.

BUT HEY! Kate gonna do big jumps? : DD woo~

Chris/Jax/Kate/angst/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs used for pony, boyo, jumpy jump
I DID actually look up what Tryon actually even looks like for once x''D Generic googleys
Posters and clap board used from freepik.com

SAI/Photoshop CS6