Darren finished folding the bandana he had in his hand so that it resembled a long rectangle until it got down to the ends that were to be tied together. Today he had left his hair down, and had it parted so that it was in his right eye, but out of his left. Tieing the bandana around his head, he situated it on his forehead. One reason he did this was because it just looked cool to him, and that was what mattered. The other reason was because it kept his bangs parted like he wanted them. The part of his eye and cheek that you could see sorta reminded him of a triangle. He leaned in towards the mirror, running his fingers under the visible eye and fixing his eyeliner. Sure, he had eyeliner on both of his eyes, but he was only worried about the one because it was the only one that anybody would see. Contrary to popular beleif, he could see just as well through his hair as he could when his hair wasn't in his face, so it wouldn't interfere with his riding. He wouldn't wear it the way he was if it would get in the way.

He strolled out of the bathroom and to his bed, grabbing his bright pants to pull them on, tucking the bottom of his shirt under his chin to keep it out of the way. Yes, he had been running around the dorm in a shirt and boxers. Sue him. He latched the rainbow belt once the jeans were on, seeing as he had threaded the belt through the loops last night when he had gotten the outfit out. Next he pulled on his high socks, and stepped into a pair of plain slip on converse. He had left his boots down at the barn in his locker so he wouldn't lose them in the room. Surpringly, the dorm had yet to turn into a hurricane zone, or in other words. He could still see the floor and didn't have to hop over stuff to get things. He twisted his necklace so that it was laying right, before heading out of his dorm and going down a few doors until he was at Micah's door. He took the key that he had gotten off of the other teen and unlocked the door, poking his head in only to find it empty, which wasn't it bad thing since he just need to get his phone that he left on the floor last night. He crept in the door and to Micah's bed, snatching his phone up that was still on the floor where he left it before heading back to the door, and closing it, taking care to lock it before he headed down the stairs and to the barn.

Darren noticed that one of the barnhands must've put his gelding out in the pasture. Which wasn't a bad thing, unless he had happened to get a few mouthfuls of clover, but even then it wasn't a bad thing, just a messy thing. The teen left the gelding romp around in the pasture for a few more minutes as he headed into the barn to retrieve his halter and lead, along with kick off his converse and stow them in his locker. He took his boots out, but didn't put them on, just left them to site by the cross ties with his tack and box. He headed out to the pasture in his stocking feet, clucking to Sarge as he got closer. The warmblood threw one last buck and then raced over to the gate, offering his head for the halter like he was supposed to. Darren ran the geldings forelock through his hand lightly after he got the halter on and had pulled his ears through. He opened the gate enough to let him out, and then closed it, leading him towards the barn, stopping the gelding once they were at the cross ties. The teen took his time as he groomed the warmblood, making sure to check over each inch of him, and only when that was done did he put the pad and saddle on along with the bridle, and then the baby blue polo wraps. As a last touch, he added a green bow to the geldings mane back near his withers. Turning to his boots, he pulled them on one at a time and fixed his pant leg down over them so that only the bottom showed.

Darren brought the reins on Sarge's head and took them in one hand before leading the spackled grey gelding out of the barn and into the outdoor arena, closing the gate behind him firmly. As soon as the reins were back over Sarge's head, the geldings ears perked up and he went still, obviously knowing what was coming. The teen boosted up into the saddle, fixing his stirrups, before asking the gelding for a walk, sticking to the outside rail. Darren knew he should've had a helmet on, but like most people at the school, he didn't put one on, but unlike most people at the school, he was still learning how to ride, or atleast jump that was. That was really the only reason why Darren's parents had bought him a belgian warmblood in the first place. He used to just ride a quarab, but when he started to really get into the jumping, he was presented with Sarge for his birthday, which wasn't that long ago. He had changed stables alot too, and with each new one, then started him the same way. Small jumps and worked up, except he never knew what he was height the low jumps were, and he never found out either, because he'd have to change stables again. All in all, he was basically a beginner with an expert horse, and said expert horse could probably jump to put olypmic champions to shame, if he didn't have Darern on his back, but atleast Sarge was patiently and willing to try an 'teach'.



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comments: poor Darren...
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tagged: Kennedy Wright
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Darren touched his heels to the geldings sides again, rising in rhythm with the two beat gait that the warmblood had picked up without much coaxing. Basically, the teen was taking it slow, drawing out the warm up as long as he could. He figured if he took up enough time stretching Sarge out, then there would be little time to actually get to the main parts of the lesson, and therefore, less chance he would embarass himself. It wasn't like the boy wasn't used to making a fool of himself, infact, it hardly phased him anymore, but that was around kids his own age, not a riding instructor. Sitting himself down lightly he brought the gelding back down to a walk and had him cross through the center of the arena, picking the trot back up halfway through, he also started posting again, only to have to sit two strides and then restart so he was on the right leg.

For one reason or another, the teen dropped his hands so that they were resting on the geldings withers, only to have the gelding slow from his nice trot down to a walk, and then to a complete stop. See? The horse tried to teach. Say Darren would happen to lean to far forward in the saddle, Sarge would stop. Darren happened to tighten up on accident, Sarge would slow down. The horse was a perfectionist to some extent. The boy sighed and picked his hands back up, nudging the gelding back into the trot and then up into the canter, sitting back down in his seat and rocking with the stride. And so the pair went round and round the arena. it was pretty boring actually. His attention drifted to a small women and the large stallion with her, watching them until they went into the barn. He looked back to the gelding and had him transition down into a slow trot that resembled a bouncy walk.

Again, Darren's attention wandered away from his riding, and the only thing that brought him back was when the gelding stopped as the girl approached, having heard the word "halt". It was one of the few words that the gelding happened to know. The teen wasn't sure what others ones he knew, other than his name and "come". It was useful for unloading him or getting him in from a massive pasture. "Yes ma'am." Aw, how polite was the dorky clutz. He took the helmet and pushed the bandana he had on down around his neck, putting the helmet on like requested. Heaving a sigh, he leaned forward in the saddle until he could pat Sarge on the chest, but instead of straightening back up, he just kept resting on his neck, muttering quietly to him. Finally he sat up right and looked to Kennedy, watching her and the stallion that she had returned to.



words: i dunno..
comments: bleh. sorry about this.
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tagged: Kennedy Wright
him today: Click!