Just Walk On By [Jamie]

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Amelia Emsworth

GROUP:Sweetridge Farms

AGE:22 yrs old

PRONOUNS:She/Her

SEXUALITY:Heterosexual

OCCUPATION:Rider

PLAYED BY:Oxymelon

WRITTEN:19 posts

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Just Walk On By [Jamie]

POSTED ON Feb 23, 2024 10:20:01 GMT -5

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Post by Amelia Emsworth on Feb 23, 2024 10:20:01 GMT -5

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The season was finally shifting, changing from winter to spring. Rising temperatures and the first hints of budding flowers on the trees. Snow melting and the grass underneath turning from a dry yellow to a vibrant green. Not that there was much grass to be seen along the expanse of sand that was the beach. The rushes and beach grass was a yellowish colour all year round for the most part, but all the same. Being from Canada, Amelia didn't mind the cold temperatures. Anything, by comparison, was warmer but over the past year she had been adjusting to the slightly warmer climate.
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Today was a rare day, Amelia having made the decision to take her horse Buzz down to the beach instead of through the trails. After the success they had at the last show, she felt confident enough to take him off property for a change of scenery. Strapped to the back of her saddle was a pair of saddle bags, the contents of which was her and Buzz's snacks for the late morning. Additionally, a backpack was fastened around her shoulders to carry her favourite beach blanket and book.
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Buzz picked his way carefully down the backside of a dune before it flattened out. Perhaps in a little while, after they had found a decent spot to set everything down and unpack all their goods, Amelia would take him out for a little bareback lope down the beach or in the surf. It had been ages since she had had the opportunity and the thought of doing so now was tempting. Smiling to herself, and finding a relatively flat piece of unoccupied sand, she dismounted. Shrugging off her pack, she made quick work of laying out the blanket and anchoring it in place with her shoes and other weighted objects.
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Loosening Buzz's girth and dropping his reins, knowing he would ground tie, she settled in to enjoy the sunshine and read her book. The gelding snorted once as if to say 'really, this is what we're doing?' but obediently stood next to the blanket and dropped his nose to the ground. His eyes narrowed to slits as he relaxed and seemed to doze off for the time being. Amelia smiled at him before turning her focus entirely onto the book in her hands. Derrick had recommended it to her when she had asked for some tips on how to handle certain medical situations while out on the trails. Whether they were mild or serious, the book claimed to cover them all.
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Jamie Hoffman

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Jamie Hoffman

GROUP:Townie

AGE:25 yrs old

HEIGHT:6'0

PRONOUNS:He, Him

SEXUALITY:Heterosexual

OCCUPATION:Firefighter, Handyman

PLAYED BY:Breggo

WRITTEN:3 posts

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Just Walk On By [Jamie]

POSTED ON Mar 7, 2024 17:56:30 GMT -5

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Post by Jamie Hoffman on Mar 7, 2024 17:56:30 GMT -5

Jaime could feel his heartbeat even through the pounding music in his earbuds as his running shoes made impact with the hard sand, sinking a bit with each step. Not that the young man cared, keeping his eyes set on the horizon and focusing on keeping his breathing steady as he continued on with his training. Beside him, tail wagging and tongue lolling to the side jogged a huge dog with a red bandana on his neck, stopping sometimes to investigate a spot before galloping back to his owner, more than pleased to be enjoying the fresh sea air. Jaime chuckled as he kept his steady pace, observing his pet's antics but not bothering to recall. The cold winter air, even with the beautiful sunshine, meant that the beach was mostly abandoned which suited the young man just fine. Ever since he could remember, the Breckenwood beach was silent in the winter months, frequented only by the local teens and university students for sunset parties and bonfires. His own gang of friends have been guilty of that at some point though it had been years - most of his friends have moved on from the town, gathering only for major holidays and now they spent their reunions at the pub instead.

Or weddings, he had to admit. Somehow, his buddies were starting to settle down, one at a time. Then came the engagement parties and stag nights, wedding invites and too many drunk bridesmaids. If the last wedding was any indication, Jaime needed to find a date for the next one come hell or high waters. He was not about to be slapped once again simply because he refused to allow the intoxicated girl to slobber all over his face. Fine, she was good looking when she was sober but he was not about to take advantage of that many tequila shots and champagne flutes. Another thing on his to-do list although he would most likely forget until it was almost time for the event and then it would be impossible to find anyone willing to go. So he'd fly solo, explaining to his friend's mother why he was still single and without a girl of his own.

Turning around a dune and following the shoreline, Jaime briefly made note of a girl and her horse up the beach, not caring much as his mind continued to analyze his own existance. Roscoe had stopped to sniff something back up the path but like a streak of black, he came racing past the man and straight towards the horse. Cursing, Jaime raced after him, stumbling as the sand shifted under his faster pace. The dog pounced in the sand before the larger animal, getting into a playful stance and tilting his head with curiousity.

"Roscoe, come back," he whistled, grabbing the dog's collar under the bandana and pulling his earbuds out og his ears so that they were hanging out of the collar of his sweater. "I'm so sorry about this."

Amelia Emsworth

GROUP:Sweetridge Farms

AGE:22 yrs old

PRONOUNS:She/Her

SEXUALITY:Heterosexual

OCCUPATION:Rider

PLAYED BY:Oxymelon

WRITTEN:19 posts

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Just Walk On By [Jamie]

POSTED ON Apr 5, 2024 14:56:36 GMT -5

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Post by Amelia Emsworth on Apr 5, 2024 14:56:36 GMT -5

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Amelia felt her entire body relax into the blanket. The quiet white noise of the waves washing on the shore, the sunlight warming her skin and the smell of horse and leather. She couldn't have asked for a more perfect setting. She turned a page in the book, eyes roaming over the white page. Just above the edge of her book, she could see a few other early risers appearing along the beach. Mostly runners or couples taking a stroll down in the wet sand near the water. She breathed deeply in content but it was short lived as a black and white dog pounced near her horse.
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If Buzz was any other horse, the sudden appearance of a bounding dog jumping in front of him and wagging his tail excitedly would have been a disaster. She could just picture him rearing, squealing and running for the hills. Technically dunes but all the same. Fortunately Buzz was not easily spooked and aside from jerking his head up, his feet remained planted firmly in the sand. Amelia jumped up in response, dropping her book on the blanket and reaching for the dog to pull it away from Buzz. Just as she was grabbing for the dog, her hand closed around another one and she glanced up to see a guy in a sweater.
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He had clearly been running judging by the sweat beaded on his forehead and around the collar of his sweater. Dropping her hand, she met his apologetic gaze with eyes burning. She was ready to tear him a new one, give him a proper tongue lashing. What if the dog had bitten her horse? Or what if Buzz had actually freaked and hurt the dog? "Dogs should be leashed if they don't have good recall," she bit out. Even if the dog only meant to play, it was still dangerous. So much for her relaxing morning.
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She stepped toward Buzz and stroked his neck. Annoyingly the horse wasn't even breathing hard and seemed completely unfazed by what had just happened. He certainly wasn't making the situation look as bad as it was and she grumbled under her breath to the horse. "Dude you're making me look crazy." Satisfied that he was okay though, she turned back to the stranger. "Who are you anyway?"
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Jamie Hoffman

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