Beware's I Don't Like Mondays

[Llama]

Type: Auction
Registered Name: Beware's I Don't Like Mondays
Stable Name: Monday
Starting Date: 21st of June, 2008.
Closing Date: 28th of June, 2008.
Asking Price: $2,500.
Horse or Pony: Horse
Gender: Filly
Age: 5
Breed: Standardbred
Height: 14.3
Colour: Chestnutish. White sock on back leg(s).
Riding Style: English
Example Post:

Monday stood in the very corner of her stall, creating another set of marks and indents in her skin. She had been shipped off to another place once more. She didn't know where she was, or why she was here. But she had a fair good idea.
The people that had stolen her years ago had been shuffling her from place to place, keeping their 'jem' safe so that one day she would be prime breeding material. She was of brilliant pedigree, tracing back to several world-renown trotters. But they had gotten slack after a few months, not caring which of their 'friends' took the trusting mare in. She'd been abused more times than she could count and often, days and weeks blended together. Her perception of time passing was long gone and she was in dire need of some clean water.

[Rxy<3]

Jay strolled along the rows of holding pens, holding horses of all shapes and sizes.
He paused at this holding pen though, with a sad looking chestnut in it.
Held up the laminated card, which held the horses information.
He liked what he saw, Standardbred was a sturdy breed, and the horses lines seemed outstanding.
He decided the little girl needed a 2nd chance.
Noting down the horses auction number, he headed for the stands.

As the horse was led into the arena, and the auctioneer screamed the information, Jay lifted his paddle and nodded to the auctioneer, securing his bid for $2500, the minimum asking price.
Now, it was a waiting game.

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[Llama]

Monday was led into the arena by a seemingly kind man - or so she thought until she spotted the whip in his off-hand. Her eyes widened in absolute fear and she locked solid into her position, hiding her face as much as possible from the man. She knew from experience that a whip to the face hurt very much and she wasn't keen to repeat that experience, though it had happened to her many times. Cowering on the spot, she tried to make her self as little as possible, which was pretty hard considering she was standing in the middle of a grassy area.

Standing in the middle of where the closed gate should be, Monday was preventing it from being closed. Too any normal, non-abused horse a simple tap on the hind to get them moving and out of the way with the whip would have been fine. But she was bruised and battered, so even the slightest touch was painful, nevermind a quick tap to get her moving - with a whip, nonetheless. Freaking at being whipped, she kicked up and galloped off blindly.

Seeing the fence in front of her, Monday swerved and ran along the fence, which was more or less running constantly in a circle in panic as she tried desperately to find a corner to hide in.

===--===

John, the auctioneer hosting this auction looked at the mare in the arena and sighed; she'd been found by a local rescue with no food and left alone to die. But the rescue had gone out of business due to illness in the family that owned it and the horses had to be sold on.

He saw the guy bidding and nodded back to him in return, making sure that he'd bidded and such.

"$2,500 to the lad over there!"

"Anyone else?" he asked, waiting.

He waited some more.

It was better if it were a quick auction; the mare needed out of there and bad. She was still doing laps.

"Sold to the lad for $2,500."

[[ooc. do you know I've only just realised that the pink bit in is a pig? Tis cute]]