Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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Age: 26Gender: Male Online: Jun 22, 2018 13:00:32 GMT
Alias: ValkyrjaStable: CMFMoney: $ Posts 14
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It was easy to get lost in your own little world; lord knew it wouldn't the first time that happened to Frederick. Especially on days where e ditched his hearing aids and just wandered around the house or the fields, taking his horses out for stamina training. Sometimes, it was the best feeling in the world. Other times, it made him feel a little itchy, a little lonely, a little off. Luckily, there were plent of solutaions to that, most even easy. He was a member of the Country Club, courtesy of his parents, who had also made sure to teach him how to play golf. Apparently, it was an essential life skill. Not one he was overly fnd of, nor very good at, but the club had a pretty decent bar and the benefit of living in horse country was that, well, there were a lot of horsey people around, so the chance that he actually had to talk golf was slim.
Still plagued by the feeling of needing to be at least a little social, he sat halfway at the bar, rather than one of the ends, ordering a beer, even if things like port wine and appletini's were the norm here. He wasn't that desperate to fit in, realy. Although eh had to admit to swapping out his breeches for slacks, before coming here. He nursed his beer, quite content wit his thoughts at the time, the soft susurrus of the club a pleasant background noise he need not focus on. It was easy to just... Drift a little.
He didn't even notice it when someone sat down next to him, not until another glass of something appeared in his peripheral vision. He was a bit distracted by the bumps beneath his fingers, though, rubbing along the edge of a collar bone. He swore he could feel the screws and plates keeping the bones in place, and that was weird, but he didn't dare ask someone to check if it was real or just a figment of his imagination.
While Lucario was more at home in a coffee shop, he was equally aware that some of his clientele would likely be present in a country club. So despite the fact he couldn't play golf to save his life, he still paid for membership at the club. The food was good, it was a change of pace from a coffee shop, and it meant that he had a chance to drop his business card out. That reminded him, now he had a property it would be wise to update those cards.
Still that was neither here nor there, nor was he here looking for more business. Instead he'd come because he just felt like... a break. Time to go somewhere other then his normal coffee shop haunt. He hadn't felt like visiting the Log Cabin Cafe either. Which meant this place. It did food - both bar food and other - as well as drinks so. He'd chosen his leather jacket over a red turtleneck jumper, and jeans, to come. Not totally up market but still exceptionally comfortable.
Without thinking he sat next to a person at the bar, ordering a perry. He wasn't a fan of anything fancier without he was actively celebrating, or socialising. It was instinctive to give a nod to the other person sat next to him. He also took a slow grateful drink of the pint of perry in front of him. "Good afternoon," he murmured quietly.
Post by Frederick C. Rees on Apr 12, 2018 9:40:24 GMT
Age: 26Gender: Male Online: Jun 22, 2018 13:00:32 GMT
Alias: ValkyrjaStable: CMFMoney: $ Posts 14
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I never left your side
When you were lost I followed right behind
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"Afternoon," he greeted back easily, something making him sure he'd seen the man before, but he couldn't quite attach a name to the face. It didn't bother him, yet, but he found himself mulling it over nonetheless. He had probably seen the guy back at the farm; it was a bit of a hot spot for English riding equestrians, mostly by design, and it sort of made him happy, seeing how lively the farm was these days with people of all levels riding.
Granted, occasionally he felt like shooting them all, but he wasn't necessarily the most social person, and he liked his solitude every now and then, and being alone in his arena to practice something difficult with his quicksilver mare. Sure, his boarders had their rights too, and he didn't really begrudge them that, but sometimes... Well, luckily it was only sometimes, and given that he lived there, he had the benefit of riding insanely early or late, when there was no one else around. There were some benefits to owning the place, really.
"I've seen you around at Corner Meadow, haven't I?" he finally asked, curiosity no longer contained. Sue him, he just wanted to be certain - and not accidentally offend the man later in the conversation when he failed to recognize him.
Luciano had vaguely felt his own deja vu sense tingling at the person next to him. He was almost relieved when they addressed the situation. "I'm a trainer, so yes I am sometimes there if a client requests me to come there. That may be less likely to happen now though, I've just brought a stables of my own to base from. Your more likely to have seen me on TV though - I used be a top level show jumper," he glanced over.
"And you, I've been having a sense of deja vu, I'm guessing though that I've likely seen you at Corner Meadows," he glanced at him again. "Which reminds me, I know Corner Meadows is an English farm, if you know anyone who may be needing someone to train Show Jumping," he retrieved a business card from a pocket passing it to him "My mobiles still up to date, though I need to change some details to refer to my own property,"
Post by Frederick C. Rees on Apr 13, 2018 9:58:05 GMT
Age: 26Gender: Male Online: Jun 22, 2018 13:00:32 GMT
Alias: ValkyrjaStable: CMFMoney: $ Posts 14
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I never left your side
When you were lost I followed right behind
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"That could very well be it," Frederick responded with a faint smile. "I'm in eventing, myself, so I'm somewhat less at home with the umping world, but who knows. I have watched it on occasion," mostly for pointers, really. He didn't quite jump at that level, but it was good to aim a bit higher than what he really needed, he supposed. Besides, while jumping definitely was no problem for any of his horses, both Vita and Mojo got a bit too excited sometimes for their own good, dropping poles left and right, never mind when they got tired. Morty had finally learned the ropes, but he was growing a bit older.
Still, wouldn't hurt to remember this.
"Corner Meadow seems the most likely place," he agreed genially, taking a sip from his beer. "I happen to have a trainer in my barn already, but if any of them don't mix well with her I'll pass the word on," he offered. "No guarantees, though," mostly because he had to think of his own business first, something the man probaby understood. He dearly hoped so, at least.
Luciano nodded his thanks, at least he'd have some option still for networking out. "I take it your as out of place here as much as I am," he added on glancing over. "I'm afraid I can't play golf to save my life," he gave a slight smile. "but it's a useful place to network in at least. I almost applied for lead trainer role at your stables but, felt like I'd rather establish my own property. When you've spent most your life riding to other peoples instructions," it was likely something that Frederick could understand.
"Equally if you want any pointers, even if we are in somewhat different events, or were, I'm more then happy to give some pointers as well, at least for show jumping, who knows we might be able to learn off each other,"
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
