Summertime Sadness (Open)

[Admin Maria]

Freddy Krueger || Ricky Johnson // Into The Darkness || Trevor Birdsall Yet again Ricky was dumbfounded by the stupidity of the stable hands and grooms – mainly Chad – when it came to the horses. Ricky cirlced Freddy, careful to keep enough distance that if the colt struck out he would not be hit. The girth was twisted, and blanket bunched up. His gaze narrowed on the bridle when he noticed it tightened too much, digging the bit into the colts mouth. No wonder he kept tossing his head – nearly ripping the shank free – and pawing the ground. ”Where is Chad?!” He snapped at the stablehand holding the shank. ”He..He..In the feed room.” The stablehand stammered out, causing Ricky to glare at him. The sounds of footsteps caused him to whip around, leveling his glare at Trevor. ”Problem Ricky?” Trevor asked calmly, holding the shank to Fealty in his hand. The silver bay stood calmly, watching the humans with mild disintrest. Oh yea, Lee had ordered him to work her today. ”Not for long. Im gonna murder him.” Ricky snarled, closing the distance between Freddy and himself. Tossing the lead rope he always carried in his back pocket around the colts neck – which caused him to spook, side stepping several steps – he quickly unbuckled the bridle and watched as Freddy basically spit it out. Trevor raised a brow at this and reached out, handing Fealty to the stablehand who’d skittered away. He watched as Ricky yanked the girth undone and threw the saddle and blanket to the ground. Freddy snorted and tossed his head, jerking back in Rickys grip at the loud thud. ”Easy boy.” Ricky murmured to the colt, before turning back to Trevor. ”Think you can manage to tack him correctly?” Ricky barked at Trevor who nodded, and grabbed the rope when Ricky thrust it at him. He eyed the colt from the corner of his eye, turning towards the stablehand who was standin there dumbfounded. ”Walk her out, circle her in the yard to get her warmed up. Walk, trot, canter” He ordered the man, who nodded and scrambled to obey. Trevor turned back just in time to see Ricky disappearing around the corner. Trevor turned back towards Freddy and shrugged ”Well, lets get you saddled properly huh big boy?” He murmured, well aware of Freddys rep he began looking for volunteers to help. It didn’t escape his notice that every staff member refused to meet his gaze. Great.

[flatcreek]

John leaned easily on the fence surrounding the paddock, watching carefully as Q and Roger were lead around. They had both just finished working together, a three furlong blow out for their upcoming races. They both looked none the worse for wear, something the trainer was glad for. Both two year olds showed talent and he was looking forward to their careers. Over on the other side of the yard was Monster. The Open At The Close son towered over most of the other horses, looking as though someone should be scared of him, just because he was so huge. But John, and most everyone else, knew that it was just looks - Monster wouldn't hurt a fly.

The trainer's attention was pulled away from his horses by the sounds of yelling, followed by a thump. A quick look around the area showed that the source was Ricky from Ferndale. Intrigued, John walked over towards the other stable, arriving just in time to see Ricky disappearing and an exasperated looking Trevor trying to figure out how he was going to saddle Freddy Krueger.

"Need some help?" He asked, amusement showing slightly on his face. "Chad again? Just a guess." The last couple of sets were just galloping, and Lynn was at the track watching, and he, for one, trusted his grooms and stable hands wouldn't screw up too bad in a few minutes. He had time to help out.

[Admin Maria]

Trevor Birdsall || Freddy Krueger & Into The Darkness Trevor was just about to say ‘fuck it’ and break the rules and tack Freddy alone. He knew it was a risk, but the Daemon colt seemed calm enough…for now. Need help? An amused sounding voice said from behind him, causing him to turn around to find John standing there. He chuckled and nodded towards the Flat creek trainer when he guessed the source of the trouble being Chad. Why Lee even kept that guy employed is beyond him. Of course after his, he doubted the man would be, no one messed with her Die babies. ”Uh yea, Its Chad again.” Freddy danced closer, drawing Trevors attention back to the big black stallion. ”He messed up Freddys tack. Pretty sure Mike is gonna strangle him, we cant afford any horses being hurt. Def not the Daemon foals.” It was true, if the Die foals shaped up like Will had well then they’d have the perfect strike team. Trevor kept the lead rope, in an attempt to keep those teeth from his tender stomach. A perfect target to be bit, and getting bit there hurt like a bitch. ”Any chance I could get you to risk a hand and hold him while I get him saddled properly?” Trevor wouldn’t ask anyone outside of the Ferndale staff to risk themselves with Phanny or Freddy, the two that acted the most like their sire. In the distance he could hear the sounds of raised voices, mainly Mikes and every now and then Chad trying to defend himself. Moron, you don’t argue with the trainer. Not when your boss respects his word as much as Lee trusted Mikes. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to see if John would agree or not. ”Seems everyone else is too cowardly to hold him for a few minutes.” He said just loud enough for those closest to hear. Over yonder he could see the groom doing as he'd told him with Fealty. Of course the Silver bay looked bored, and annoyed with the groom. He really couldnt blame her, the moron hadnt noticed the tack was wrong on Freddy before bringing him to Mike.