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Post by arielracheal on Jul 24, 2012 20:51:22 GMT -8
She had been up for a while now. Her make up was done in a tasteful manner, light on the face as if dusted on. Her clothing where loose to allow for movement quiet the [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/setSTAFF POSITIONS id=54257001]classy
[/url] look for the young woman. Of course she had to do something to counter her ugly black and steel wheelchair. Honestly she was lucky to get this job, not with her current state. However, she is a strong woman and hopes to someday ride again. Even if there was only a one percent chance for her to ever walk again. Sometimes she thinks the doctor only gave her the one percent out of pity, but still she will try as it is possible. Even if it is unlikely with those odds. Wheeling herself into the indoor arena she came to a stop a barrel and placed a pile of papers on it. The arena had been set up for Barrel Racing like she had asked. Which was good, but made her a bit fluttered that she needed to ask someone to put the barrels out for her. Anyways as she sat there, she looked at her watch. Two O'clock. She thought to herself as she looked back at the arena. It was about time for her first class to start. OOC: Open to any and all who do Barrel Racing. Yes this is a class thread. ) [/size][/color][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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