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[anika]

[bg=999999][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,380,true] The smells wafting from the old-fashioned oven were teasing Anika's nose. She came into Blak's daily as part of her routine - if you'd call it that - and it never got easier waiting for them to bake her loaf of bread, or box of scones, or whatever pastry it was that she was ordering at any given time. She made herself get something new every day. Once she'd tried everything on the menu they had to offer, she allowed herself to order her favourites until they added to the menu or took something away; then she had to change up her routine again. For a girl who wasn't big on anything set in stone, her bakery visits and methodical ordering ways were extremely religious. "Is it almost done yet, Carsoooon," she 'whined,' resting her head on her arms. She was sitting in the corner of the couch, her flats on the floor and her shoes tucked up between the cushions. Carson smiled at her from across the counter. "Five more minutes, chica." Anika sighed, making a mock pouty face at him. She had plans today. She had a job interview at a wild horse sanctuary just outside the city limits. It was new to town and needed workers as the volunteers who had started it had lives to get back to. It was government funded, meaning it would be a cushy job, plus it wash her dream to make a difference with the wild horses. It was less humane than them being corralled up in the USA and taken to holding pens as they were sedated mildly to make the trip across the border, and from what she understood, many of them still came in to the sanctuary in poor shape. Depending on the horse, they were gelded and turned out into a 'harem' on about a hundred acres of fenced grassland, or they were halter broke and rehomed. Anika may not be much of a rider - at least not competitively - but she was good with young and wild horses. She had been a groom at the race track in California for a few years as a teenager, and had handled a couple Thoroughbred studs, as well as hand-walked brain-stupid two year olds and even halter broken some of their babies. Sighing impatiently, she sat up and untucked her feet from the couch, slipped her feet back into her flats, and stood up. Staring out the window, she saw a blur of people she didn't recognize. Always new faces, she thought to herself, her lips pursed. Maybe this place will finally be my forever home... I'd love to be able to settle down... Finally. ▐ W O R D S » 447 ▐ M U S E »good! ▐ O T H E R »Anyone can join ! Anika is 23 and not at HA.

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