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Pemberley Park - Event III
Featuring:
Rider name: Jarin Jackson
Rider age: 23
Horse name: WRR Big Tank Hank
Class(es): Mounted Shootin', Barrel Racing, and Steer Wrestling
Stable/barn: Western RidgeRunner Stables
Mounted Shooting: FIRST!
$18,000
Barrel Racing: THIRD (still not last xD)
$6,000
Steer Wrestling: FIRST
$18,000
Pemberley Park: Results Event III 1/4 - 30/6 2019
Mounted Shooting:
"Are you high?" Sydney seriously looked him over. This kid was something stupid if he thought he could just decide on the day of the show that all of a sudden he knew how to even hold a gun, let alone go into a mounted shooting class.
"Do I need to be?" Jarin asked, tipping his chin up, looking to the sky. Surely, being on a horse was high enough? No one else had brought elephants or giraffes.
Sydney dropped a heavy hand on Jarin's skull, tipping his face down so he didn't look like a turkey in a rainstorm. He sighed and shoved his heavy revolver into Jarin's chest, "Here ya go, cowboy. Don't blow a hole in yer leg. Point and shoot." He'd learn. Sydney wagered he wouldn't make it through one balloon, even he even managed to get into the ring.
Jarin swallowed hard, sitting on top of Hank, staring at the balloon targets before him, bobbing in the air. Point and shoot. He tapped his heels on Hank's sides and the big gelding calmly jogged into the arena. Oh, the tension he could feel on his back. By the sight of the balloons, Hank already knew the loud bang stick was present and was already braced for the deafening shots. He could tell by the shaking legs on his sides, this was going to be a slow round. He plodded up to the first balloon and dropped to a walk and then halted. Where was the pow?
Jarin lifted the gun, arm shaking madly. Point. Check. With his hand shaking so hard, it was hard to tell if he'd even make it. He swallowed hard and sidepassed Hank over closer. There. No way he could miss now as he held the barrel of the gun to the balloon. And then he realized how close it looked to a human's head. A blue human's head. Aw, he couldn't do-
"SHOOT! FOR FUC-"
BANG!
Sydney's shout had startled Jarin, making him squeeze the trigger and blow the little balloon to pieces. He shriek and tears sprang from his eyes immediately. "SYDNEY! YOU MADE ME HURT IT!" He shouted back at him.
"Great, how 'bout you go hurt the rest of them too before I come out there and hurt you next!?" (Impatient grumbles).
Hank carried the boy onto the next victim, keeping low and calm for the bangs. Jarin's crying was probably louder than the gun...
Barrel Racing:
Jarin held in his shriek as he felt arms wrap around his chest. He recognized the painted nails and didn’t attempt to smack a face off if it had been Justin sneaking up on him again. What was with people coming from behind him!? Still, just because it wasn’t Justin, didn’t mean he was safe either.
“Hey, J-baby,” a sweet southern woman’s voice sang in his ear, hugging him closer to her. The more she squeezed, the redder his cheeks got. Tequila. “What are you ridin’ that ol’ fart for? Syd never ran him ‘round barrels. Why don’t you ride one of my horses instead?”
She was never a fan of the boring gelding, Hank.
He smiled nervously, “I-I don’t mind! I just wanna have fun!”
“Boooo,” she whined. “Where’s the fun in that? Barrel racin’ is ‘bout racin’, sweet baby. Don’t tell me you’re one of those sensitive ones that can’t handle it fast and hard…” she giggled, giving him a squeeze.
“Sometimes I go fast…how...how do you ride hard?”
Tequila’s grin turned downright filthy, “Well, baby-”
Tequila’s grey mare, Bitch, interrupted by letting out a wail of her misery and dancing about at approaching horses and people. Tequila flapped her hand at the mare to shut her up and addressed them, “Hey, do either of y’all have a real barrel horse my sugar bear over here could borrow? Poor baby doesn’t understand how this all works.”
“Wha-I-no-I-eh…” Jarin sputtered into babbles that didn’t amount to much. He knew the rules of barrel racing! He just liked riding Hank and...Sydney had made a scene about wanting him to ride Hank and not his mule so he agreed...He didn’t mind if he was slow, honestly.
In case Gabriel ever forgot which country he was in, his fellow competitors at the showgrounds were always around to remind him. Western tack aside, nobody in Sweden would ever dress like that at a show; the woman beckoning to them was clearly not concerned about chafing.
Beth needed no time to recover from the stranger’s get-up and tugged Sparks obligingly forward. “Aww, first time out? Might be wise to stick to somethin’ safe and secure before you take the training wheels off. You seem all set to me,” she said, giving Jarin a sweet smile and a nod towards the decidedly sleepy chunk of horseflesh beside him. “Besides, Gabe’s string of slowpokes wouldn’t do you any good anyway, and I’ve already got dibs on the fastest one. ”
“No you don’t, I’ve ridden all of them and I’m telling you, nothing wrong with Sparks but he isn’t going to live up to his name. And my string is very fast, thank you,” Gabriel corrected, hurrying to catch up in the conversation. “If you’re in serious need of a new ride, I could rustle up something for you, I’m sure. But I suspect we have different views on what we like in a horse.”
Jarin’s cheeks turned a shade of pink, smiling politely, “No, I’ve ridden barrels be-”
“Oooooh?” Tequila purred over the top of him, grabbing Jarin’s arm and hugging it close to her chest. “Jarin, you hear that? We could get you a real barrel horse. No some fat, old lug.” She glanced at Hank with disdain. He was no fun. Boring, even.
“N-no, no! Don’t worry about me!” Jarin waved a hand at Gabe’s offer. “I, uh, I can’t afford to buy any horses! I’m not really trying to go super fast or-”
Tequila sighed, “He’s only sayin’ that ‘cuz he don’t know what it’s like to ride a good one. Say, cowboy,” she eyed Gabe up and down with a grin, “What do you have on offer? She already said she had the faster horse,” she nodded her head at Beth. “Gonna have to up yer offer, ‘cuz we ain’t settlin’ for some slowpoke. He’s already got one of those.”
“I got a bit of this and that,” Gabe answered, glancing between Tequila and Jarin. He was a little confused on who was wanting a horse to ride and what sort of horse it was meant to be, but details could be sorted out later, right? “Now, if you’re looking to buy a horse, there’s the safe mare I've got, not real fast, or there’s that one,” he added, motioning towards the grullo gelding who stood at eager attention, “He’s young, and a bit on the small side, but he might grow an inch or two if you’re lucky. I figure he might make some kid happy in the junior classes, but I won’t tell you what to do with him, if you’re interested in him.”
“I’m telling you, this fella is a pocket rocket,” Beth chimed in confidently, patting Sparks’s neck. “You watch, I’ll have him outrun every horse here and then you’ll feel real sorry about dismissing him, Gabe. I’d say he’s a happy medium between what you two have got - plenty of gas in the tank, but with an actual engine in the back to run on.”
Tequila butted her hips against Jarin’s, “Hear that? You like ‘em thick don’t ya?” She giggled. “Isn’t he preeeeetty? Don’t you like him?” She knew what kinds of points interested him. He wasn’t that much different from herself. Pretty and flashy things were way more fun than a boring chestnut.
“Well, I-he is really pretty but isn’t he a bit shor-”
“Sweet baby, not everyone’s a grower. Some boys just gotta learn to be a better shower,” she gave him a coy wink. She turned to both of them, “He wants him!”
“I do!?” Jarin sputtered.
She grabbed Jarin’s wrists pulling him around face to face, “Yes! Aw, sweet baby, we’re buyin’ our first horse together! Ain’t that excitin’!? Then you can come ride with me all the time~” She pulled him into a hug, give him a good squeeze like a bear trap locking around him.
Jarin’s face was like a fireworks display of changing emotions; instant shock to something close to excited joy about a new horse then fear that there was still a mostly naked woman pressed up against him. When she stepped away from him, he was still stuck after his systems froze and had to reboot.
Tequila whipped around, a grin on her face, “But! We ain’t done talkin’ price jus’ yet. I ain’t seen this boy run yet. I ain’t payin’ full price if she runs him in there and he eats dirt ‘round the first can.” She put a fist on her hip, “So what’s say you, let’s make us a deal on this guy?”
“No horse I rode ever missed a turn, you hear? You want a discount on him, you gotta beat him with what you got. Otherwise, if you want an upgrade, you gotta be ready to pay for it.”
Yikes; defusal time. “Ahaha, teeechnically he’s my horse to discount or not, so uh…” Gabe piped up.
“Gabe. Sweetheart. Stop talking for a minute before you swallow your own tongue,” Beth interrupted, putting her hand on his arm. She gestured towards Tequila and Jarin, addressing the entire group. “Look, let’s make this interesting, shall we? If you want the horse, put your money where your mouth is and buy him upfront. He beats you, you pay full price. Beat him, and me, and you’ll get him for a bargain. As for you, Gabe, if I beat you, you gotta stop questioning my judgement, and help me out with that venture I was mentionin’ earlier. But you’ve got the fastest horse here, right, Wicked? So you’ve got nothing to worry about. It’s just a little game to make things fun, and at the end, you’ll get to gloat about how you’re the best after all.” Gabriel opened his mouth to say something, but clearly managed to stop the impulse in time in favor of a much safer ‘I guess’ shrug. Beth smiled in triumph and turned to Jarin. “What do you think, kid? You trust your lady friend to win you a new pony?”
Jarin jumped, his brain rebooted and suddenly being called out to attention. He glanced at Tequila who had a serious pouty face on, puffing her cheeks out. "UH! I trust her! Tequila's awesome! She always goes really fast!" Was that what he was supposed to say?
Tequila swooned, hugging Jarin again, "My sweet baby! You hear that fellas? Sounds like we have ourselves a helluva deal. And I ain't gonna take it easy on none of y'all! Hope you like yer new horse, baby," she had a shark's grin for Jarin.
"I...do...too?" Jarin followed it all about as much as Gabe did. Who was selling the horse? Whose horse was it? Whose was it going to be? Who was paying? When? What? He looked over at Hank, who had drifted to snoozeland. Well...at least they knew who wasn't going to win. Did they get Sparks for free if Hank won?.
WHO WILL BE THE WINNER!? CHECK OUT THE COMPETITION!!
and
Steer Wrestling:
"J-bae," Justin skidded to a halt, seeing the boy walk by. Everyone knew it was a community's efforts that kept the boy from killing himself accidentally. He was trying to do his part. Act like they weren't total enemies...one-sided enemies. "You don't need a rope for wrestlin'. You jus' dive off-"
"I know," Jarin said flatly and carried on.
"Hey, baby," Tequila slid a hand over his shoulder, batting her lashes at him, "Who do ya think yer gonna tie up with that lasso? Ain't no ropin' goin' on..."
"I-I know," Jarin's voice wavered, avoiding eye contact with her.
"Dumbass, I told you leave that shit off yer saddle," Sydney grumbled.
"I know!" Jarin said happily.
"Then why the hell is it still there?"
Jarin put his hands on his hips, spreading his stance wide and called out for all to hear his reasoning, "Because it looks cool!" He had seen all the other cowboys have lassos and lariats and ropes hanging from their saddles! He wanted to try too! Embrace the western culture! He looked cowboy!
And things got real western for him as he charged Hank down the arena after the steer he was to catch and well...he hadn't figured the rest out after that! As he started to lean out of the saddle, his foot wasn't coming with him. He glanced back and saw the rope hooked around it. No biggie, just reach back and- he slipped, jerking the rope tighter around him and the flailing ensued. He was caught! Into the sand he went, bound and roped like a pig ready to be roasted. Maybe...a rope...wasn't a good idea...
(2181 word count)
LOL. So I know Mack was chosen to be the star:
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But Hank is love. Hank is life <3 So here is more Hank and a cheeky lil' deal with Helsinge >: D Whom I've finally successfully dragged into this with me xD BATTLE OF THE RNG CLASSES. BRING IT LET'S GO!!!! >: D (i might be battling myself as well because it's fun to pit your characters against themselves when they have no control over the outcome lololololol) Bless these bois <3
Jarin/Hank/Sydney/Bitch/Tequila/Justin © Drasayer
Gabe/Wicked/Beth/Sparks © Helsinge
No refs used for boyo and Tank/Hank.
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Cheeb Hank gives me life, my goodness. Also, who let Jarin wrestle a large animal? Who let Jarin have a gun?????
