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Post by shelbie lynn baxter on May 17, 2009 21:40:19 GMT -5
 ooc; sorry for longness and constant rambling. ha. xD
tagged; open for anyone! (:
outfit; here.[/size] Ah, it was nearly summer, though here in Sacramento, it seemed like summer all year. It was only the middle of May and it was already 93 degrees. Shelbie ran downstairs quickly, grabbing her car keys and bag off the table and running out to her car. As soon as she got in, she immediately turned on the air conditioning and pulled out of her recently paved driveway and drove to the stable where her horse, Bandit, is currently boarding. Even with the air conditioning, it was still pretty damn warm. The ten minute drive passed by fast, and soon enough she was at the barn. Shelbie stopped the car and got out, walking towards the barn. It was a good day to go riding bareback down the beach, though most people don't really ride down there, she most definitely did.
The sun was showing no mercy to the Earth. Shelbie scanned through all the pastures, finally finding Bandit turned out in a large pasture. Both hands gripped the top bar of the fence and she hoisted herself up onto the top bar. "Bandiiiitttt!" she called, watching as the stallion raised his head out of the hay bale he was eating out of and came trotting towards her. "Hey there, boy." [/b] She said, patting the horse's muzzle before hopping down off the fence and hooking the lead rope to his halter. It didn't take them long to walk back to the barn, and once they were there, she stopped outside the tack room, knowing Bandit wouldn't do anything, she quickly ran in, grabbed his bridle and ran out. And of course, he was in the same place he was before, Shelbie undid his halter and quickly slipped the leather bridle over his head, his reins were gripped in both hands and she lead him out of the barn. Once they got outside, into the ever-so-warm sun, she slung the reins over his neck and jumped up onto his back, clutching the reins in one hand. Shelbie clucked her tongue, asking him for a small jog, and that he did. It only took them about five minutes to get a while down the road, and once they were, she asked him for a lope. She was off the road, though on a small path not far from it, so they were safe there. At the lope, it only took them about fifteen more minutes and they were there, at the beach, which was full with people everywhere. She probably wasn't in the best attire for riding, though it was warm.. and she was only riding bareback anyway. She didn't seem to see anyone there that she knew, though that was fine with her. Bandit slowly walked along the water's edge, splashing through the shallow water and dodging kids and adults running by. Shelbie pulled the reins a bit to make him turn, facing the water, and commanded for him to go forward. The stallion slowly made his way into the deeper water. Soon enough it was deep enough for him to swim, though they weren't too far out. Shelbie looked behind her, a few kids stared with a 'omg a horsie!' look on their face, and a few adults just watched as if they never knew horses could swim. After a few minutes swimming around in circles, she guided him back to the shallow water that was closer to the shore. They were both soaked, though mainly Bandit. She yawned and looked around a bit more, looking to see if anyone she knew was around.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by rebecca sawyer on May 17, 2009 23:20:54 GMT -5
OOC: you're dumb. xD!
outfit: ici.
Although it was scorching hot outside, this was not enough to keep Rebecca Sawyer inside. She walked along the shoreline of Woodland beach, not at all bothered by the constant waves that crashed into her ankles and soaked up her precious shoes. She appeared in a world of her own; Becca's eyes were constantly closing as she slowly strode alongside the busy shoreline, effectively ignoring the screaming kids and overprotective adults that were splashing in the water or lounging in the sand. It wasn't until the sound of a larger beast in the water reached her ears that Becca opened her eyes, only to see a single horse with a rider near the edge of the water.
"Whoa," she said quietly to herself, immediately side-stepping out of the water as to keep herself away from the horse. "Didn't see you there." Becca shook her head a bit and continued to walk on, her hazel eyes occasionally drifting back to the horse and human duo still in the water. It wasn't until the woman was several feet away that she finally realized who the two were, and with a sudden turn of foot, Becca nearly rammed into a trio of kids trying to build a sand castle.
"Sorry!" Becca responded loudly, quickly dodging the poorly built structure before she crushed it with her feet. She refocused her gaze upon the horse and rider, who she'd identified as Bandit, one of her farm's boarders, and his owner Shelbie. "Hey guys! Enjoying the sun?" Becca smirked slightly and stopped walking only a foot or two away from where Bandit stood, not wanting to get too close to the horse that she'd barely met. |
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Post by kurtis on May 18, 2009 8:22:49 GMT -5
OOC Hope you guys don't mind me joining. (:
Kurt was still new in town and willing to go out to a lot of places that he usually wouldn’t visit often. One of these places happened to be the beach, and although he wasn’t one for crowds, he figured he might be able to snag a few good shots of people just being themselves and potentially a crab here or there.
His car was still being flown in so as of right now all of his transportation was by cab or bicycle. When he’d woken up this morning it had been hot, but the weather itself didn’t bother him as much as it had in Florida.
Getting dressed in a simple white wife beater and some brown shorts he was dressed for the day. Trimming his beard and brushing his hair was a regular part of his morning just like brushing his teeth was. The instant he’d taken a look outside his motel window he’d decided to go to the beach instead of house hunting.
Grabbing his Nikon D2X camera that he often used for recreational footage as well as some on the job work, he packed a quick bag up and headed out the motel door, ready for the day and whatever it was going to throw at him.
The bike ride didn’t take him overly long and because he was in such good shape from taking care of himself he wasn’t the least bit winded. It took maybe fifteen minutes to bike with all the traffic and people on the sidewalks wanting to go to the same place he did.
After locking his bike up at an amazingly free bike rack, he set out to find himself a spot. The place was crowded so he wasn’t sure how well his plan of photographing was going to go, but he figured this was more for ‘fun’ then anything else. His best photos always came at dawn or dusk, and the in between time was just for learning unless he was in an environment where he could manipulate everything.
Figuring he’d found the perfect spot near enough off to the side that people were more scarce, he sat himself down. He hadn’t bothered to bring a towel but the sand moving between his toes from the open gaps in his sandals felt good.
Setting up his camera he took a quick glance around for any subjects that might be interesting. Wait.. Was that a.. No, it couldn’t be. Who would bring such a big animal to such a crowded place? To get a better look Kurt had to use the zoom on the lens he was using only to see he’d been right. It was a horse.
The scene itself would have been interesting to capture but there were quite a few people in his way of getting a decent shot, so although the scene in itself was beautiful yet strange (because of so many people) he decided against taking the photo. So he busied himself with taking pictures of the waves and of the rocks to his right, where he instantly picked up some interest in a small little crab making his way across the beach.
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Post by shelbie lynn baxter on May 18, 2009 9:42:51 GMT -5
For a while, they did nothing but splash around in the shallow part of the water. Shelbie watched as kids ran in and out of the ocean repeatedly, and as most of the adults just laid like dead people in the sand. Though, as more time passed, it seemed like more people were leaving, which was probably good on her part so she wouldn't have to worry about trampling little kids who like to run out in front of big animals. But it wasn't their fault, it was probably hers for bringing such a large animal here, but she really didn't care what people thought about it, and since there was no signs declaring no animals allowed, they were allowed.
Shelbie's shorts were starting to stick to the horse's back, due to them both being soaked from going out deep into the water. Though it was quite annoying sometimes, she really couldn't care less right now. Her shoes were like ponds, each shoe filled with enough water it could carry. She turned her head to look over by the beach for one minute, and then when she looked back there was someone who nearly ran into them, and began stepping away slowly.
A few adults were standing at the shoreline, hollering at their kids to get out of the water. Most of them were leaving now, and the beach wasn't as crowded. Shelbie looked back over to where the woman was standing, and though it took her a few minutes, it came to her who she was. She was Becca Sawyer, the owner of the barn Bandit's stabled at. It seemed like Becca recognized Shelbie and Bandit too, which caused her to turn around fast and nearly crush some kid's sand castle. Shelbie snickered as Becca's foot just missed the poorly built sand castle. Becca was now standing about two feet away from her and Bandit.
Bandit pulled on the reins a bit as his head turned, facing Becca. He had that 'OOO person I saw before!' look on his face, and he took one giant step forward, enough to try and poke at her with his muzzle. "Hey! Yeah, though it's a bit too warm. So what're you up to here?" [/b] Shelbie didn't even notice Bandit trying to poke Becca with his muzzle, until he kept doing it repeatedly for a few minutes. "Bandit! Stop that!" With a slow tug on the reins he dropped his head to the position it was before. Shelbie yawned and looked around, only to notice a hairy guy with a camera, who appeared to be shooting random objects, she thought she'd seen him before.. though after a second look, she couldn't recognize him.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by rebecca sawyer on May 18, 2009 10:30:46 GMT -5
OOC: --
outfit: ici.
Becca didn't mind the poking from the horse, since it wasn't like he was trying to eat her alive or anything.
"It's all good, I don't mind." She grinned, reaching a hand out to gently scratch Bandit's forehead.
"I'm just enjoying a stroll, since there's nothing else to do. Your horse is the only horse in my barn, so..." Becca couldn't help but grin a second time, and then she took a few small steps back from the two and shot a glance around the beach. She hadn't noticed how suddenly empty it got; most of the adults were dragging their kids away, scared that the horse in the water may stomp on them accidentally. This got Rebecca smirking deviously as she glanced back towards Shelbie and Bandit.
"Looks like you two are good at clearing out a crowd!" She laughed, taking one last glance around the beach. It was then that she'd noticed a peculiar man with camera gear, taking shots of the water itself. This got her to raise a brow and shake her head gently, before turning back to Shelbie and Bandit once more. That was just weird.
"So where are you headed to now?" Becca asked curiously, her soaked feet and lightly drawing random images into the darkened, wet sand. |
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Post by kurtis on May 18, 2009 15:42:44 GMT -5
Kurt wasn’t really your average kind of guy to begin with, so he didn’t doubt he probably looked very out of place and a little creepy. He was noticing that the people were starting to clear out quickly now. Maybe it was because of the horse, or maybe people just wanted to leave? No, he was betting it was the horse.
With his camera in hand Kurt moved away from the two women who appeared to know each other and continued shooting at the water. Eventually once that got boring he got down on his knees first, then on his belly so that he was laying in the sand. Zooming in on a small crab that was scuttling around, he snapped a couple of shots before taking a look around again.
Photography was something he could always relax while doing, be it on the job (unless someone was yelling in his ear) or just for the hell of it. Once he was satisfied with the couple of shots he had gotten he got to his feet and brushed himself off. Tiny bits of sand drifted off of his clothing and back to the ground, and he started making his way to the middle of the beach. Hmm, now what else could he photograph around here?
He didn’t want to seem like a creeper and ask the girls if he could take a few shots of them. Because well, he didn’t photograph people unless they were models and he was paying them to pose. Otherwise it was just plain awkward.
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Post by shelbie lynn baxter on May 18, 2009 17:38:40 GMT -5
Shelbie yawned, looking around as the beach was now nearly empty. "Oh, well, that explains why most of the stalls and pastures are always empty." She laughed, reaching a hand down and stroking Bandit's neck. It was still pretty warm out, which was weird why everyone cleared out of the beach, though it was probably because of her horse.
The sun's rays still beat down hard, though the slight breeze around the ocean kept her cool enough. 'Looks like you two are good at clearing out a crowd!', "Yeah, well I guess it's better for us, since we don't have to worry about trampling any kids that run out in front of us or anything.. wouldn't want to be known as the person who trampled kids at a beach." Shelbie laughed and looked around the beach. "Did you walk here or something..?" [/b] She could offer her a ride back to the barn, since it was the nice thing to do. Shelbie noticed the man still photographing objects around the beach. She really didn't think there was that much to shoot around a beach, though you never know what you'd find, but all she saw was sand, water, some random crabs and seashells and more sand and water. "Uhh. I.. really don't know. Anywhere really. What about you?"[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by rebecca sawyer on May 19, 2009 14:43:03 GMT -5
OOC: i had nothing else to say, lol. xD
outfit: ici.
Becca eventually stopped drawing in the sand, only to watch as the light waves crashed over her poorly made image, washing it away completely.
"Yeah, hurting some kids with your horse wouldn't be very nice..." She laughed, now imagining in her mind how the scene would play out: Bandit accidentally kicking a kid in the shin, and then stepping on one of it's feet, and then the kid yelling out for it's parents, who then threaten to call the cops. Oh, that would have been mint.
When asked if she walked here, Becca's train of thought immediately derailed itself and she began to nod her head. "Yeah, I normally walk to my destinations on days like these." She shrugged her shoulders, and then sent a glance back towards the odd looking man and his camera. "Can't get enough sunshine or exercise in my opinion."
By now, Rebecca was getting stiff just standing there, so she began to back up and casually stretch her legs a bit. "I'm not really headed anywhere in particular, probably going to head back to the barn after this walk and go for a nice nap!" Becca grinned and then glanced around scrutinizingly, as if debating in which direction to go once the conversation was done.
"I should probably get going now, actually, and leave you two to your ride." |
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Post by kurtis on May 20, 2009 21:05:21 GMT -5
Kurt was still busy taking photos here and there, but eventually it was getting boring. Really, there is only SO MUCH you can photograph in a day in one place. Putting his camera back in it's safe place in his backpack like bag, he slung it over his shoulder and started to walk back toward the bike rack.
For a moment he took a look to the girls on the beach and sighed a bit. Had he been a little more comfortable with this place he probably would have introduced himself, although something about the one girls interest in horses led him to believe that he would probably see her at some point or another while he was working.
And so, his treck to the bike rack began.
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