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Welcome to Fire Haven! We hope you have a great time learning here, and hope to see you on the Gran Prix circuits soon after your training finishes. I would like to welcome our team. We have Alice Lawson teaching Western, one of our most popular disciplines. To her left, Mr Mongta, who teaches Cross Country. He also dabbles in Show-Jumping, but lets Miss Turkan lead the teaching. And finally, our dressage instructor Jackson Sparks. These four will be guiding you through your journey. We hope you enjoy it here! |
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Keefe Sencen [] M [] 2nd Year [] Irresistable Little Devil [] M: Open A good-looking, lean boy stepped out of the cab he had traveled in, his bright teal eyes alight with the glow of the sun and twinkling with the michevious intent he had planned. He tugged out a suitcase and a backpack behind him, his messy golden blonde hair falling in slight curls around his tanned forehead. Finally getting his bags untangled, he thanked the cab driver, pulled out some cash, and scrambled away. Once upright enough to walk, Keefe strode into the giant school with a wide grin on his chisled face. He went to the front desk, chatting with someone for a moment or two before grabbing the keys to his dorm and memorizing the number. Whistling the tune to Pink Panther, Keefe sauntered to the boy's dorm building, walking until he got to Room 3. Inserting the key, the boy peered in before shutting the door and dropping his heavy baggage. Looking at the schedule placed on his bed, and another one that said who he was rooming with, Keefe laughed. "Looks like I'll be alone for the whole year. Whoop-dee-doo... I can talk to myself and snore in my sleep and no one will ever hear me. WAIT-" He paused as his eyes lit up. "That means I can figure out how to sneak out in the middle of the night and prank others!" Keefe cheered, grabbing his suitcase and putting the clothes away in the small dresser. After everything was set up neatly he jogged out to go find his horse. "Why didn't they hand out MAPS?" He groaned to himself, searching until he heard whinnies. Pretty much bolting into the barn, Keefe let out a huff of frustration when he realized there were only mares. |
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Alaska Devyn [] F [] 2nd Year [] Sea Clown [] M: Keefe, Open A slim yet well muscled female walked forward towards the school, her glittering icy blue eyes observing everything with a certain coldness that warned anyone around her to be careful. She had golden blonde hair with lighter strips, almost as if parts of it were dyed white. She was wearing black cargo pants and a light blue tight fitting tank top that matched her eyes, with a dark blue flannel shirt thrown over the tank top. Alaska shoulders her single backpack and held a duffel bag in her other hand, striding confidently inside. She got her room key without saying more than four words, three of those being thank you and please. Going directly to the girl's dorm and finding Room 1, she unlocked it and slipped it, letting the door click gently shut behind her. Unpacking her stuff swiftly and skillfully, Alaska left merely 10 minutes after she entered, cocking her head. Hearing the faint sound of horses she went that way, entering a barn full of mares. Going down to Stall 6 she found her beautiful mare, Sea Clown. Nearby a lost looking boy stood. "If you hadn't noticed this is the mares barn. I am going to take a wild guess you don't have one. Stallions are that way." Alaska had a distinct scottish accent, jerking her chin towards the other barn. Ignoring the boy after that, she entered the stall with the uppity mare. "Hey Clown! Settle down, girl." She smiled, stroking the seal brown neck. As the boy came up again and got closer Alaska recognized him. One of the most popular boys in school... Keefe Sencen. She turned and crossed her arms, her icy eyes narrowing at his smug face. "Let's make this clear. I do not care if I never talk to you again- however I am annoyed by your prescence. Leave before a smack that smug smile off of your conceited face." She snapped, looking rather defiant. At his words she snorted and turned back to Clown. |
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Ryker Rivera [] M [] 2nd Year [] Dashing To Freedom [] M: Open A tall, muscular boy holden just a duffel bag slipped into the school quietly, his dark blue eyes scanning the place for any sign of movement. "Probably all in the barns." He shrugged, his southern drawl extremely prominent. Ryker sauntered up to the check in place, getting his key and number. Heading to the boy's dorms, he searched for Room 4. Surely enough, Room 3 seemed occupied already... the door had been left partially open. With a sudden spark of an idea, Ryker dropped his stuff in his room and got to work. Somehow pulling out streamers and silly string, he snuck into Room 3. Hanging up the streamers and blowing up some balloons, Ry scattered them everywhere. For the final touch he squirted silly string over everything. "Perfecto." He drawled with his crooked grin, walking back out and shutting the door all the way so that the person who was in there would know for sure something had happened. Going back to his own room, Ry unpacked his few items... including more silly string- for whatever reason- and collapsing on the bed to stare at the ceiling. "Jeepers! Dash!" He exclaimed, jumping back up as he remembered his horse was here. Rushing out of the dorm- but making sure to close the door all the way- Ryker practically ran all the way to the barn. Entering the stallion barn he was met with the surprise Dash was in the first stall. A beautiful bronze nameplate showed: Dashing to Freedom "Dash". The horse inside whinnied happily, causing Ry to open the stall and stroke the stallion's neck. "Hey boy! I see you survived." Ryker chuckled, grinning happily. |
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Liberty Lark Norris ✴ Female ✴ 1st Year ✴ Golden Dahlia - Liberty sat in her seat in the back of her aunt's station wagon. It had been a long drive, and she was tired of sitting around. Soon, though, she could see Dahlia again! But the thought of her beloved horse in a strange and unfamiliar stable made Liberty nervous. What if Dahlia got into a fight before she was even there? "Are you alright, hon?" The sound of her aunt's voice zapped Liberty from her thoughts. She thought about it. Was she alright? After recieving the conformation letter that she could attend Fire Haven Academy, there had been a rush of organizing and packing and phone-calling. Then they had driven the four hours to the school to visit and get used to it. Liberty had seen the brochures, sure, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she couldn't speak. The grounds were gorgeous. Trees dotted the green lawns and perfectly-cut hedges lined the dorm building walls. Even the barns were breathtaking. Each stall cleaned to a shine, and the hallway through was spotless. That was two months earlier, and now they were pulling into the same driveway, gravel cracking against the tires. Liberty looked out the window to greet the ancient school. It looked just the same as before, if not better, if that was even possible. But this time there were other people and horses and parents hugging their kids good-bye. Liberty ssucked in a breath and answered her aunt. "Yes, I'm fine. Just... Nervous, I guess." Her aunt said that being nervous was 'perfectly normal' and that if she wasn't nervous she would have thought something was wrong. Liberty thanked her, and as the car stopped in a parking spot squished between two big trucks, Liberty grabbed her bag and opened her door. "Well... I should probably check on Dahlia. Bye." Her aunt stepped out of the car and wrapped Liberty in a hug that seemed to last forever, then waved good-bye as Liberty headed towards the stables, suitcase in hand and purse over her shoulder. |
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Keefe Sencen [] M [] 2nd Year [] Irresistable Little Devil [] M: Alaska Keefe jumped as another person entered the barn- a female... who was it again? Ah yes, Alaska. She had been here last year. She was quite popular as well... he wondered why they never talked. He would have to fix that! Sauntering up yo the stall and leaning against the door, Keefe smiled his striking grin. "Nice to see you too. How have you been, Miss Alaska?" He teased, his teal eyes twinkling. At her response he put a hand on his heart. "I know you can't resist these handsome looks, but I guess I'll do what the lady asks of me. Toodles!" Keefe called as he slipped away, sauntering through the whole barn before going into the stallion barn. He immediately heard a banging noise. "DIABLO, SETTLE DOWN." He hollered, jogging to the stall where his palomino stallion was freaking out. "Chill boy- you're not going to die." Keefe snorted, going into the stall with the rearing stallion and calming him. |
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Clayton Levine || 1st Year || M || WW He Costa Big Chex || M:Open Clayton hopped out of the passenger side of the black dually and grabbed his bags out of the bed. He began walking towards the building that seemed to be where a front desk or dorms would be. A voice from the truck interrupted his walking "If you have any problems sir your father said to call him immediately". Clayton rolled his eyes and turned towards the stable hand who had driven him. " "Thanks for driving me and tell him I can handle things myself believe it or not" he spoke with an irritated tone and began walking again. - He walked into where the front desk was and spoke for a few minutes and then grabbed his keys and began walking away as he tipped his hat "Thank you ma'am" he smiled charmingly and walked towards the dorms. - He soon walked into room 1 turning on the light and standing for a moment looking around before closing the door and throwing his bags on his new bed. 'I wonder if Strut is here already' he thought to himself as he unpacked his things neatly. He threw his suitcase under the bed and began to change into something more flashy than what he had been wearing during the long drive and then put his hat back on. He slipped out of the room closing the door quietly and began heading towards the place he assumed the horses were. As he got closer to the barn he saw a familar grey head harassing anybody and everybody who tried to walk by his stall for attention. - He walked in shaking his head at his antics and immediately saw Strut looking at him wanting his attention now. He opened the stall door as the stallion nickered happily at his presence. He ran his hands over the studs shiny coat checking him over for anything unusual and then rubbed his head. He looked at the stall and checked his water then walked out. "Ill be back soon" he smiled at the stud who looked confused. "I wanna explore and walk around bud" He said as he began walking out of the barn and started wandering around the rest of the prestigious stable smiling slightly at everybody he saw. |
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Caden Flores |:| 15 |:| Single (PM) |:| SF Jazz Town |:| M: Keefe, Alaska (Briefly) - Cade opened the passenger door of his friends truck. He hopped out, grabbing his bags. "Thanks for driving me Savana!" Cade called out as he glanced at the buildings behind him. Savana rolled her eyes. "No problem, text me if you need anything. I've got to get going, bye!" Cade waved at her and watched her drive away. He nervously turned to face the buildings. He really didn't feel like being social right now but he forced himself to pick up his two bags and walk into the main building behind him. He talked to the front desk worker and got his room key, room number, schedule and stall number. He had Jazz and his tack, grooming supplies, blankets and other things shipped seperatly so he figured he would head to his dorm room first. He silently prayed that his roommate wasn't there yet and to his relif, he wasn't. Cade was excited to meet his roommate but also quite nervous. He walked up to one of the beds and put his stuff on it. He began to unpack and put things away before glancing at his schedule. He picked up the paper with Jazz's stall number, 'West Barn, Stall 4'. He walked out of the room and locked the door behind him. He walked into the barn and saw a couple other people. He avoided looking at them and went directly into Jazz's stall. "Hi bud! How are you?" Cade began to check Jazz over, making sure he hadn't gotten hurt in transport. He then just stood and pet Jazz while half listening to the others conversation. |
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Keefe Sencen [] M [] Somehow Single [] 16 [] Irresistible Little Devil [] M: Caden Keefe calmed the wild stallion, who was now frantically pawing at the floor. "Dude, calm yourself. This is a public stable." He chuckled, finally getting Diablo to settle down. Soon after another boy came in- a more skinny, shorter boy. Keefe immediately slipped out of his stall and sauntered over. "Hallo! You must be new here- I don't recognize you and I know everyone. The name's Keefe Sencen- this is my second year. What about you?" He inquired with his interesting accent, a strong Minnesotan accent. With a dashing smile Keefe waited for a response, his tall frame silhouetted in the barn. +++ Alaska [] F [] Single [] 16 [] Sea Clown [] M: Keefe, Caden, Open The strong girl fingered Clown's mane before deciding to bath her. She grabbed a sky blue halter and slipped it over the mare's head, leading Clown out of the stall to the washing racks at the end of the barn. From here she could see into the stallion barn, slightly amused to see Keefe already annoying some poor innocent boy. Alaska rolled her eyes and started bathing the seal brown horse, her hair tied back in a ponytail. |
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Caden Flores |:| 15 |:| Single (PM) |:| SF Jazz Town |:| M: Keefe - Cade glanced up to a taller boy talking to him. Cade inwardly grimiced, this boy had lots of energy something Cade probably wouldn't be able to keep up with. Cade stood and listened to him talk, his name was Keefe, he knew everyone and this was his second year. Other than that he had blonde hair and blue eyes and was quite a bit taller than Cade. "I'm Cade Flores and this is my first year." He akwardly stood and muttered. "Nice to meet you." As an afterthought. He kept patting Jazz, more soothing himself than the stallion and waited Keefe's response. |
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