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Pemberley Park - Fall Fiesta

Featuring:
Rider's Name: Justin McBride
Rider's Age: 28
Horse's Name: SRR Queen of the Silver Dollar
Horse's Gender: Mare
Horse's Age: 5
Class: Cutting
Previous Experience: --
Placed: First | $13,563

Pemberley Park Fall Fiesta - Results

Follows After: Charged With Bad Behavior

Trigger Warnings: swearing, talking about violence

Justin checked left and he checked right. He swallowed hard and made his resolve. He wasn’t dealing with just any little monster. It was Jarin . The kid had it out for him since, well...since he casually sent dick pics to his mothers as what he considered “a harmless joke”. Little did he know, that stunt cost him every ounce of trust and any sort of friendly demeanor from Jarin. Something the kid seemed to have an ample supply of towards literally anyone else on the planet.
Now, he found himself gingerly approaching Jarin so he didn’t set him off or make him cry. But he had some pressing questions in his mind that wouldn’t stop nagging at him. Just what the hell did he do to Sydney ? He cleared his throat a ways off so he didn’t startle Jarin from behind. He purposefully wanted to get him without Tristan around. Tristan acted kind of like a hawk around Jarin, swooping down on anyone that came near and then proceeded to squawk at them. “Hey, Jar-bear,” he said as passive and friendly as he could, approaching with caution.
Jarin was immediately flustered with a whirlpool of emotions. He instinctively tucked tail and turned to face him, keeping both eyes on Justin; he didn’t trust him. He scowled and then remembered Jennie’s final warning. His features softened but only because he had to force himself. He cast his eyes down, taking a step back into his stall, “I’m sorry for getting into a fight with you. It won’t happen again.”
“Wait, when did we fight?” Justin cocked his head sideways. “Oh...right, the last time I was at that stable of yers. Ey, no worries. We was jus’ roughin’ ‘round. Ain’t no biggie.” Justin waved it off. Boys were boys. A little rough and tumble here and there wasn’t anything out of the norm for Justin. Jennie sure did come down hard on the guy, but it was her property. Rules were rules.
“Uh, speakin’ of those stables,” Justin carried on to get to his point while Jarin was still docile. “Syd. I heard you two…” his words slowed and faded a touch as he observed Jarin’s demeanor change. Justin’s perception was a forte of his (most of the time). He noted Jarin back up again, tip his face away that had the residual purple-tinted hue of a bruise, and he even turned his body to the side as he swept his hands to the side as if to hide them. “...got into a lil’ tussle too, eh? I was lookin’ for him but guess I just missed the party.” Something was weird. Something was very weird. For a moment, Justin forgot whose side he was on. He stepped forward, “Are you okay?”
“Then how about you go on and head the fuck back to Texas along with your ‘bud’” Tristan responded coldly, a rather sour expression on his face as covered the barn aisle in stride, putting himself between Justin and Jarin.
Well, shit. Justin grinned, looping his thumbs through his belt loops. “Well, if it ain’t Mr. Linguine, himself. I was jus’ talkin’ to Jay-man ‘bout his latest wrestlin’ match. Was jus’ wonderin’ what all the stink was over. I mean, it ain’t all that hard to hurt ol ‘Syd’s feelin’s. If ya don’t tell him his hair looks pretty and rub his belly every day-”
Tristan cut him off, sneering, “The only thing that brainless arse is capable of is beating the shit out of Jarin.” He arched an eyebrow, pulling a face before he continued. “There’s hardly any room for feelings.”
Justin glanced to Jarin who looked conflicted, unable to look at either one of them. “Well, I’ve known the ass fer most ‘a my life. If there was a misunderstandin’, I could-”
“I think he made his intentions of being an abusive shite quite clear,” Tristan growled. “There was no misunderstanding of the condition I found Jarin on that day.” Tristan’s eyes darkened, glowering at Justin. His opinion of Justin was never in any kind of high regard but he was certainly on the level of trash if he was going to stand there and defend the likes of someone like Sydney Brannon. “Pleading for his fucking life, blood everywhere, sobbing his eyes out- shall I continue?” his voice rumbled.
Justin scowled. Hard. “That ain’t Syd.” Justin denied it without even considering the facts.
“Do you know where I found Jarin?”
“Tris-” Jarin’s tiny voice tried to interject, feeling horribly embarrassed that the whole scenario was even being talked about. His cheeks were brighter than any red leaf on the trees. He asked Tristan not to talk about it to other people. It was too personal. Too embarrassing!
“That ain’t him!” Justin stood his ground. He knew Sydney. He was a giant jackass at the best of times, but he wasn’t some raging monster!
“He was-”
“I ain’t gonna stand here while you talk shit on my buddy. He don’t jus’ go tradin’ fists fer no reason and then go runnin’ off. Ya ever ask what Jarin did to him?” Even as Justin blurted it out, he already had to ask himself what in the hell could Jarin ever do to Sydney anyway? He saw he was about to overcook the whole situation. The was a lot of tension among all three of them. Tristan looked like he was about to murder someone(Justin). Jarin looked like he was either going to implode or cry, possibly both(definitely both). And Justin knew he was beyond reasoning with and he took great pride in being the kind of guy that had an open mind. It was just too much. There was too much going on in his life. And losing his buddy wasn’t an option. Not now.
“Ask him yourself, then,” Tristan said with a cold tone. “Fuck off to Texas and ask your precious little buddy what Jarin could have possibly done. If he’s your friend, he wouldn’t lie to you. Now, would he?” Tristan crossed his arms and arched a brow. This conversation was done. He wouldn’t let him bother his student any longer. Not Jarin.
Justin looked between the two, pinching his lips shut. This wasn’t right. Sydney wasn’t a bad guy! He pinned his eyes on Jarin. He knew something. He knew everything. He had something on Sydney. Some kind of threat. Some kind of dirty secret. And it was enough to spook Sydney.
Justin swore under his breath, retreating from the barn for now. Every time he stepped into Pemberley, it was like there was another life-altering change being dropped onto his head. Maybe he should really rethink wearing one of those brain-cans… maybe his head wouldn’t hurt so much right now.

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(1130 word count)

I just wanted to draw lots of moos. Because like...I don't have to nail their anatomy down and I'm cool with that lololol Just gave it a rough guess - rectangles with stubby legs and fluffy ears~ And they make a nice backdrop ;D -cough-another great excuse to get Mama some more experience-cough-

And mainly so I can poke along the main storyline while I'm at it!

YALL.
If this was a dubstep song of ye olde~
The bass is about to drop.

Prepare your butts for the WUB.

Naked Sketch:

I think my sand looks better in tradi.

Justin/Mama/Sydney/Jennie/Art © Drasayer
Tristan and RP words © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pally pony, cowdude, or moo friends.
I did feature the banner from the show journal made by decors

(with added lil' chilis~)

Pencil/Photoshop CS6

Description

Pemberley Park - Fall Fiesta

Featuring:
Rider's Name: Justin McBride
Rider's Age: 28
Horse's Name: SRR Queen of the Silver Dollar
Horse's Gender: Mare
Horse's Age: 5
Class: Cutting
Previous Experience: --
Placed: First | $13,563

Pemberley Park Fall Fiesta - Results

Follows After: Charged With Bad Behavior

Trigger Warnings: swearing, talking about violence

Justin checked left and he checked right. He swallowed hard and made his resolve. He wasn’t dealing with just any little monster. It was Jarin . The kid had it out for him since, well...since he casually sent dick pics to his mothers as what he considered “a harmless joke”. Little did he know, that stunt cost him every ounce of trust and any sort of friendly demeanor from Jarin. Something the kid seemed to have an ample supply of towards literally anyone else on the planet.
Now, he found himself gingerly approaching Jarin so he didn’t set him off or make him cry. But he had some pressing questions in his mind that wouldn’t stop nagging at him. Just what the hell did he do to Sydney ? He cleared his throat a ways off so he didn’t startle Jarin from behind. He purposefully wanted to get him without Tristan around. Tristan acted kind of like a hawk around Jarin, swooping down on anyone that came near and then proceeded to squawk at them. “Hey, Jar-bear,” he said as passive and friendly as he could, approaching with caution.
Jarin was immediately flustered with a whirlpool of emotions. He instinctively tucked tail and turned to face him, keeping both eyes on Justin; he didn’t trust him. He scowled and then remembered Jennie’s final warning. His features softened but only because he had to force himself. He cast his eyes down, taking a step back into his stall, “I’m sorry for getting into a fight with you. It won’t happen again.”
“Wait, when did we fight?” Justin cocked his head sideways. “Oh...right, the last time I was at that stable of yers. Ey, no worries. We was jus’ roughin’ ‘round. Ain’t no biggie.” Justin waved it off. Boys were boys. A little rough and tumble here and there wasn’t anything out of the norm for Justin. Jennie sure did come down hard on the guy, but it was her property. Rules were rules.
“Uh, speakin’ of those stables,” Justin carried on to get to his point while Jarin was still docile. “Syd. I heard you two…” his words slowed and faded a touch as he observed Jarin’s demeanor change. Justin’s perception was a forte of his (most of the time). He noted Jarin back up again, tip his face away that had the residual purple-tinted hue of a bruise, and he even turned his body to the side as he swept his hands to the side as if to hide them. “...got into a lil’ tussle too, eh? I was lookin’ for him but guess I just missed the party.” Something was weird. Something was very weird. For a moment, Justin forgot whose side he was on. He stepped forward, “Are you okay?”
“Then how about you go on and head the fuck back to Texas along with your ‘bud’” Tristan responded coldly, a rather sour expression on his face as covered the barn aisle in stride, putting himself between Justin and Jarin.
Well, shit. Justin grinned, looping his thumbs through his belt loops. “Well, if it ain’t Mr. Linguine, himself. I was jus’ talkin’ to Jay-man ‘bout his latest wrestlin’ match. Was jus’ wonderin’ what all the stink was over. I mean, it ain’t all that hard to hurt ol ‘Syd’s feelin’s. If ya don’t tell him his hair looks pretty and rub his belly every day-”
Tristan cut him off, sneering, “The only thing that brainless arse is capable of is beating the shit out of Jarin.” He arched an eyebrow, pulling a face before he continued. “There’s hardly any room for feelings.”
Justin glanced to Jarin who looked conflicted, unable to look at either one of them. “Well, I’ve known the ass fer most ‘a my life. If there was a misunderstandin’, I could-”
“I think he made his intentions of being an abusive shite quite clear,” Tristan growled. “There was no misunderstanding of the condition I found Jarin on that day.” Tristan’s eyes darkened, glowering at Justin. His opinion of Justin was never in any kind of high regard but he was certainly on the level of trash if he was going to stand there and defend the likes of someone like Sydney Brannon. “Pleading for his fucking life, blood everywhere, sobbing his eyes out- shall I continue?” his voice rumbled.
Justin scowled. Hard. “That ain’t Syd.” Justin denied it without even considering the facts.
“Do you know where I found Jarin?”
“Tris-” Jarin’s tiny voice tried to interject, feeling horribly embarrassed that the whole scenario was even being talked about. His cheeks were brighter than any red leaf on the trees. He asked Tristan not to talk about it to other people. It was too personal. Too embarrassing!
“That ain’t him!” Justin stood his ground. He knew Sydney. He was a giant jackass at the best of times, but he wasn’t some raging monster!
“He was-”
“I ain’t gonna stand here while you talk shit on my buddy. He don’t jus’ go tradin’ fists fer no reason and then go runnin’ off. Ya ever ask what Jarin did to him?” Even as Justin blurted it out, he already had to ask himself what in the hell could Jarin ever do to Sydney anyway? He saw he was about to overcook the whole situation. The was a lot of tension among all three of them. Tristan looked like he was about to murder someone(Justin). Jarin looked like he was either going to implode or cry, possibly both(definitely both). And Justin knew he was beyond reasoning with and he took great pride in being the kind of guy that had an open mind. It was just too much. There was too much going on in his life. And losing his buddy wasn’t an option. Not now.
“Ask him yourself, then,” Tristan said with a cold tone. “Fuck off to Texas and ask your precious little buddy what Jarin could have possibly done. If he’s your friend, he wouldn’t lie to you. Now, would he?” Tristan crossed his arms and arched a brow. This conversation was done. He wouldn’t let him bother his student any longer. Not Jarin.
Justin looked between the two, pinching his lips shut. This wasn’t right. Sydney wasn’t a bad guy! He pinned his eyes on Jarin. He knew something. He knew everything. He had something on Sydney. Some kind of threat. Some kind of dirty secret. And it was enough to spook Sydney.
Justin swore under his breath, retreating from the barn for now. Every time he stepped into Pemberley, it was like there was another life-altering change being dropped onto his head. Maybe he should really rethink wearing one of those brain-cans… maybe his head wouldn’t hurt so much right now.

Previous: Charged With Bad Behavior | Next: Abandon All Hope

(1130 word count)

I just wanted to draw lots of moos. Because like...I don't have to nail their anatomy down and I'm cool with that lololol Just gave it a rough guess - rectangles with stubby legs and fluffy ears~ And they make a nice backdrop ;D -cough-another great excuse to get Mama some more experience-cough-

And mainly so I can poke along the main storyline while I'm at it!

YALL.
If this was a dubstep song of ye olde~
The bass is about to drop.

Prepare your butts for the WUB.

Naked Sketch:

I think my sand looks better in tradi.

Justin/Mama/Sydney/Jennie/Art © Drasayer
Tristan and RP words © Saoradh
No specific refs used for pally pony, cowdude, or moo friends.
I did feature the banner from the show journal made by decors

(with added lil' chilis~)

Pencil/Photoshop CS6