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Mounted Archery Entry for *oleanderhawkmoth's Gemini Hollow horse and Hound Show

Placing:// Not Announced

Stable Name:// Hollow Grove Livery Stables
Horse Name:// American Horror Story (Ghost)
Gender:// Stallion
Breed:// Mustang
Age:// 5
Rider's Name:// Lokka Dinsmoor
Discipline:// Mounted Archery

Other Entries:// N/A

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Go, Ghost, Go!

I don't really have anything clever to say here this time. Lokka looked much more determined when she still had eyebrows but her hair and her hat kind of crushed those dreams. Now she looks kind of...numb, or something. Whatevs.

I mean to do more entries for this competition, but I'm kind of burnt out on the ponies for the time being. And by kind of, I mean really really. So, I will try to get the other entries done for this competition and then Ghost's Extreme Mustang Challenge picture up....but. We'll see.

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"Are you having fun yet?" Lokka asked Kirro with an impish smile, who had his arm around her protectively as Jamison sidled up lazily. "No." Kirro said flatly, eyeballing Jamison who was completely ignoring him as if he didn't exist. Kirro got to buy his own plane ride, as he was just one of Lokka's many fashion accessories it seemed. "Is it physically possible for you to have fun?" Lokka asked, to which Kirro responded, "Of course. Just in different ways than most people." "You're upsetting the horse." Jamison interjected, just about as flatly as Kirro was speaking, a little spark of dislike suddenly flashing between them. Jamison wasn't fond of the guy, and it took a lot for him not to be fond of someone. He just gave him the creeps for some reason. Lokka did indeed wear him like an accessory while Kirro seemed to think he owned her. It was an odd relationship, and it just didn't seem right. Ghost seemed to think so too, as he pranced around like he had when he first got to Hollow Grove, back in Ireland. He reared up a few times halfheartedly, the whites of his eyes showing and his nostrils flared as much as possible. Rearing seemed to be alien to him at this point, so instead he started to paw at the ground repeatedly, quickly digging a deep hole.

"It's okay, little Ghost Pony." Lokka said, fearless and rubbing Ghost's panicked face. Ghost gave a little squeal of distaste, snorting again at Kirro. "He doesn't appear to like you." Jamison said with his most charming smile. Kirro gave a little shrug and a wicked smile of his own. "That's a shame, isn't it." Kirro reached toward Ghost and the horse nearly trampled Jamison to get away. "Jesus." Jamison muttered, patting Ghost's neck while Kirro visibly flinched at hearing the word. "You don't want her to get hurt, do you?" Jamison finally asked in a moment of desperation. "You keep freaking him out, she's going to fall off and perhaps get trampled." He envisioned the various horrific tales that were flavored in such a way. Kirro gave a little shrug, and took a step back. "Of course not. She means the world to me." He said, and Jamison felt an overwhelming amount of honesty in the words. Would he kill himself if Lokka happened to die?

"Take him, then." He said, tossing the lead rope to Lokka, who again reached up to pet Ghost. "You're alright Ghost Pony." She murmured to him in a low tone, and Ghost started breathing a little less hard, looking at her warily. "We're going to go do target practice. Kirro, want to stand in?" She asked and he sneered at her, not bothering with a response. Lokka took him away to be groomed and saddled, ignoring the two as she went. Jamison now wished whole-heartedly that he had brought another horse. The trailer was empty and sad looking now, not to mention he was stuck babysitting the angel-faced jerk. They stood in silence for a moment, before Kirro walked off, not feeling the need to be babysat.

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"I'm excited." Lokka said, brushing Ghost the next day as they readied for the competition. Jamison gave her a once over. Usually he tried to stick to nice greens or blues, but she refused. She was going to be bright red, and he realized he couldn't imagine her in anything else. "You have to take that off." Jamison said, gesturing to her whole face. "Excuse me?" Lokka said, stopping the brushing and looking at him in a slightly menacing way. Ghost jerked in the cross-ties, feeling the tension. Jamison bit his lip. He remembered the last guy who mentioned anything similar did not look good upon leaving the room. How to say this nicely? "You know. The lipstick and such. You're naturally beautiful under there, I know it." Smooth. Very smooth. He had to resist smiling at his wonderful woman skills. Lokka arched a brow at him, then threw the brush at him. "You're awful." She muttered, walking towards the bathroom. Eh. He shrugged and took up the brushing. What could he do. It worked, didn't it?

When Lokka came back, she only had mascara left on her face. "See, I was right." "Shut it, or I'll shut it for you." She said, grabbing her bow as somewhat of a threat. Ghost again squealed and pranced around in the cross-ties, refusing to stay put. "You know." Jamison said, innocently as best he could, "All I'd end up is blue." He giggled as she lunged for him. Soon, Ghost was all ready for the competition and she had her arrows in hand, indeed blunted and dipped in blue ink. "Off we go." Lokka said, making her way to the gate, looking at one of the main women of the establishment walk by with the paper and bamboo ball dragging behind. She stared for a moment, then looked down at the ball, envisioning -someone's- face on it. She smirked, and gave a nod to Olivia. Lokka couldn't help but try to loosen the strap on her helmet as they waited. Jamison had shoved a giant Stetson over it to try to make it a bit more stylish, as he could see a helmet was also hidden under the hat of the other woman. Helmets were required of course, but it took a lot to get Lokka to find that 'required' fit in with her lifestyle. Not that Jamison was too fond of the idea either.

The competition started and Olivia and Uno took off with the ball in tow. Lokka waited for a moment then set off behind them, rapid-firing into the ball as best she could. It was awkward holding the arrows in her hands, but she had trained herself to do it fairly well the day before. Sometimes they slipped a little bit as Lokka kept replenishing her shooting hand, but she held fast. While the competition was going on, the two men were leaning up against the fence. Kirro was smiling a bit too merrily for Jamison's taste, but he shrugged it off. It had to be a -them- thing.

After the competition, Lokka jumped down from Ghost and came to hug Jamison, rubbing her blue-stained hands all over his face and hair. "I hate you sometimes. I only keep you around since you pull off things like that." He said, pointing to the arena where they were setting up for the next contestant. "I hate you sometimes. I only keep coming back because I love shooting things." She said with a smile that almost made him think that there was something beyond that statement that he never wanted to know.

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• Drawing and Lokka © *nadelkissen •
• Ghost Design © ~ciscoandshadow •
• Olivia and Uno © *oleanderhawkmoth •

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