 03:37:04 Void Malign| The internet has always been like that. It's not some new concept |
03:35:59 Willow/AA Grape
Luckily when I WAS nine, my mom didn't have to worry about that. I had a phone at 5 or 6. But my mom made sure the put parental controls on it and I did have youtube, but once again there was a lot of stuff restricted. Now that I'm older I don't have to worry about that. |
03:35:24 Blue ~ Poodle Rat| Yeah. I have mixed feelings on the internet. Maybe because there is a lack of control over it and anyone could really be anything behind the screen. Not hard to lie nowadays. There was an online game a while back and a little girl almost got kidnapped because she gave away her info. And there are people who have been kidnapped because of that. I feel kids should be better educated about it and supervised |
03:34:46 Void Malign| I yolo'd around without parental controls. Then again, the damn things would block the most innocent of websites |
03:33:26 Blue ~ Poodle Rat| Ugh. Well Vetta I actually own 38746 horses, I breed unicorns, and I actually am half mermaid half wolf. I have the power of everything and trained 17094 wild horses with my special bond 😤 |
03:33:09 Grape the Haphazard| I guess the issue is that you can talk to ANYONE on social media. So if you say something like "hey, I'm nine" you're gonna get gross people with ill intent and if you ARE nine, you won't know better than to block and ignore. I don't know why kids are allowed phones at such a young age. You can be smart enough to get through parental controls and naive enough to need them at the same time |
03:32:20 Rat | Shiny Wubs 03:32:18 puck| 👀👀 love the new update for chat |
03:30:39 Rat | Shiny Wubs internt is a mixed bag for me.
generally i hate social media and how open the internet is, how unsafe it is for those young or naive.
however, being online for over 13 years, ive learned so much that i wouldnt have otherwise,so.. |
03:29:46 Vetta/Chrome| Blue omg no you didn't 😡 I trained him ugh! I have a special connection with all wild horses, I can tame any horse and I win all the Grand Prix shows |
03:29:13 Prezi| Oh wow Blue! You're so talented 😝 |
03:28:51 Blue ~ Poodle Rat Y'all. I have something to admit.
I'm actually a 3rd grader. I'm 7 years old. And my mommy breeds racehorses. I actually trained Secretariat 🥺 |
03:28:08 Grape the Haphazard| I learned a lot on the internet, especially considering my parents were too busy to teach and I was homeschooled all the way through, but I also got into some shady places. I was cruising the internet when I was... Nine, I think? And I was so, so stupid and so incredibly naive I can't even |
03:28:00 Willow/AA Void
Same. When I was young(7-10) I was pretty mature for my age. I didn't overreact to a lot of stuff so I'm pretty mature for my age now. |
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this is a RP thread for myself and Aurora. feel free to read along but unless you are one of us please do not post :) |
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( I know you said don't bother with sheets, but I got carried away aha) Name: Ellie-ann Marsh (EL) Age: 16 Appearance: Ellie, a young lady on the slightly smaller side of the scale, has deep blue eyes, with a dark ring around the outside, and filled with the most enticing patterns, strangely easy to get lost in, and without even realizing. Her hair is a dark brown-auburn hair, but she would insist it was a more of a browny shade, you'll only see her wearing it in a low ponytail, but sometimes she just leaves it down. Her skin is pale most of the year; other than when it gets slightly warmer, where she manages to get a light tan, and obtains a few freckles, apart from that, she is easy to look at. She has a slightly longer leg-to-torso ratio, but not so that she looks lanky and uneven. All around, she is a rather simple person to see, not making much of an effort to look good, apart from when her friends force her to, of course. Personality: Will become clear in RP ;) Horse(s) Full Name: Counting Stars Barn Name: Astra Age: 10 Gender: Gelding Appearance: Horse clicky :3 Discipline: Barrels/raining Height: 15.2hh Personality: Will be in RP ;) - Full name: Frigus corde Barn Name: Frost Age: 7 Gender: Mare Appearance: Horse Clicky :3 Discipline: Barrels/ Raining Height: 16.1hh Personality: Will be in RP ;) |
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name- Sam James Hanlon age-17 1/2 appearence- dirty blonde hair, almost caramel color. dark green eyes and a light tan. wears either ridig clothes or just shirts and jeans. tallish, quite fit from the riding. not exeptional to look at, but quite nice. personality- it shall be revealed... |
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horse- full name- Emperor of Rome barn name- Nero age- 4 gender- stallion appearence- discipline- XC and showjumping personality- shall be revealed... |
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The mornings always seemed to be stunning around here. The morning due, sitting peacefully on the grass and fences, along with the sun hitting the ground and bouncing back off, making everything look bright and airy. Refreshing. That's what it is. Her jeep, driven by her brother, pulled up in front of the barn, pausing only for a moment for her to scramble out. "It takes more than a moment to get out of a car, do you know that?" Ellie asked coldly, as she tried not to have the door slam on her hand. "Of course, but it seems that you have super speed." Her brother, Elliot teased before driving off. Ellie simply rolled her eyes before making her way towards the fields, where both of her horses grazed happily. She already had her stables ready to go, and she simply had to get ready for a lesson with one horse, and she could then ride the other after. Hopefully. She jumped up and sat on the fence, calling the two horses over and waiting patiently and they wondered over, slowly, like in a snail pace. "Hurry up, guys." She whispered under her breath, swinging the two rope head collars in her hand. |
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Sam jumped out of his best friends land rover and looked around. he felt happy and peacefull. he saw a girl catching he horses in a distant field, and he saw primroses blooming from the cracks of the earth. Sam walked around and unloaded Nero from his trailer. he came out without trouble, delicately sniffing the morning air and nickeing to some other horses. he for the stall with "Emperor of Rome" on it and let nero into the loose box. Nero circled the staall and stuck his head out the window happily. Then Sam went to get his tack (english jumping saddle, close-contact saddle, two bridles and an assortment of accesories) out of the van. he bid his friend goodbye and thanked him for the drive. then he walked into the barn, calling "hello?' |
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Ellie, now becoming inpatient, hopped of the fence and made her way towards Astra, swinging a turquoise rope around his neck, then slipping on the halter. "Heya, buddy..." She murmured with a small smile, rubbing his neck lightly, then making her towards Frost, repeating the actions a little more quietly. It was clear she had a little more of a preference to the honey splashed gelding, but she had owned him a number of years before she met Frost. They had more of a connection, but she hoped that she would have a similar thing with the mare one day as well, but Astra would always be her heart horse. She had gotten him for her tenth birthday, when he was only just four, but he was always the sweetest horse, looking after her the best she could from such a young age. Frost seemed to be polar opposite. Rather bolshy, and rude. Ellie had little to no control over the mare, but she was getting better. Taking no notice of the trailer, she wandered over towards the barn, putting Frost away first, then walking along towards Astra's stable, but not before snickering at the newer looking name tag. Seems like to much. She thought to herself, softly shaking her head as she let the gelding walk into his stable and she shut the door behind him. She heard a hello, but wasn't really sure who it was directed at, to simply continued to walk towards the tack room, grabbing her heavy ass saddle, then the bridle with a small huff. She walked back out, dumping her saddle of the stable door, letting out a small sigh, "That never seems to get easier..." She whispered to herself before slipping through the stable door. |
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"hey," sam said as he jogge over the a stable door where he heard a saddle being put down. he set his abundance of heavy tack on the floor and said "do you know where the tackroom is?" she looke up and he thought oh no, she's one of those proud western riders, better stay away from her. He took a look at the noticeboard nearby and saw- 11:20 AM-mucking out- Sam Hanlon and Ellie-Ann Marsh-Nero and Astra judging by the name n the horses door, they would be stuck togethe all morning. crap he thought. |
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Ellies head popped up when she heard the voice a little closer now, confusing herself a little. She had always been the only one up in the mornings. Everyone else seemed to have come down a lot later, in the evenings, but that only meant she had to stay down at the barn a lot longer, to make sure all the other horses were fine. The barn manager was a little rubbish, so she had taken it upon herself to make sure everything was in order- when she wasn't at school, of course. "Do I know where the backroom is?" She repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe." She replied, glancing at the saddle on the stable door. Ah, she had heard there was a new boarder coming. This must have been him. Her brows furrowed a little before speaking up again, "You must be Sam?" She questioned, her eyes washing over him slightly before making her own opinion of the newbie. Fancy prancy English rider. That was all that went through her head, but it was enough for her to be judgmental. |
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"yeah thats me." Sam said a little grudgingly. "listen, i just need to get this tack to the tackoom and ill be on my way, the weight is killing me." he said, thinking he'd be happy to rid himself from this western girl and find the tackroom himself. he could tell she didnt think much of him. well he thought i dont think much of you, showing off your fancy heavy tack. he knew he was being unreasonable, but still. |
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