Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
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id Bryne need five Dobermans? No. But he didn’t care one bit if people looked at him oddly for it. It was either his dogs or him, people stared at – and he was used to it, by now. Of course, this didn’t prevent him from being on edge a bit.
Bryne and his pack walked down one of the many paths of the park, the crisp evening air around them. His dogs pranced in front of him- walking in sync with each other, ears perked up. As they made it further down the trail, Bryne almost tripped over his dogs – who were now sitting. He had trained them to sit, when another dog (big or small), was approaching so they could pass without any issues.
The tall man saw the two dogs approaching, two pit bulls and their owner. Bryne nodded politely. “Good evening. Scary dog privileges, too?” he teased, knowing that both men probably didn’t need that.
Jack's mind was preoccupied as he walked along with his dogs, wondering just how he'd ended up needing to reassert traits he'd long since left in the dust. The fact that he'd fallen back into that role, it left him questioning a great many things. He had to be careful not to let that life leech back into the life he'd made away from the power struggles of the family empire.
Sighing, and combing back strands of hair, he was pulled back to reality to be a voice.
“Good evening. Scary dog privileges, too?”
He looked the other man over briefly, noting the dogs and offered a slight smile in return.
"Yes, always comes in handy late at night," he nodded. "Though it also helps to generally look intimidating."
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
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ryne gave a small nod. He hadn’t really seen Pitbull in Norway, but he always thought they were a gorgeous-looking breed. Tough as nails, but very sweet too. He never quite understood why so many people didn’t like them, but he was blind to things like that – as much as he hated to admit it. Behaviors in dogs were always a fickle thing.
“They’re very beautiful, I’m sure my friend Aofie would love them.” Bryne didn’t know who loved dogs more between two. She had a few of her own, large breeds too. In her letters, Aofie mentioned that she had gotten two new ones a few years ago. They hadn’t met in person yet but were still writing letters to each other. Next to Jeremy, she was the first person he said that he was coming to Hickstead. Maybe it wasn’t the best thing, but Bryne needed people on his side. Plus, Jaana would appreciate a seeing eye at the university.
“They’re very beautiful, I’m sure my friend Aofie would love them.”
Jack chuckled, "I do believe so too. I'd be lost without them in my life. Always loved having working dogs in my life. And your own pack is quite the marvel, not sure I've seen many walk that many at one time."
He looked down at his two dogs who were staring intently up at the man, still and silent. Though his head tilted slightly.
"Aofie?" he asked curiously.
At the mention of the name, both Julius and Ceasar looked back at him, their tails wagging like mad - as if he'd brought out one of their favorite toys.
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
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ryne would’ve happily ended the conversation and let the man go on his way, but the name of familiarity seemed to trigger a reaction. Not a bad one, either. More of the dogs the man was holding. A faint smile crossed his lips. “Ah, it sounds like you know of her then.” Bryne wasn’t that surprised by it, really. While Aofie came off as a shy individual, there was something about her that made everyone know of her or about her. She always claimed that people didn’t pay attention to her, especially in the letters she wrote. But when Byrne first met her in person, he witnessed many people catching a glance.
“Well, you boys are quite lucky to know someone so ethereal. Do you know her through work?” He was curious now. It seemed this woman had an interesting circle of men around her. Maybe it was from the prison letters. For someone that appeared as fragile as she did, she wrote to some…interesting folks.
Jack dipped his head slightly, "Indeed I do, a remarkable lady."
There was a sudden hot spur to straighten up a tad, the vague mental notion that he should be just that little bit more wary of this man if he knew Aofie. But as quickly it rose, he tried to stowed it - Aofie was not taken, and therefore very much able and allowed to speak with whomever she wished.
“Well, you boys are quite lucky to know someone so ethereal. Do you know her through work?”
Even so, there was still a prickling, something couldn't ignore so easily, as if this man were laying eyes on a woman he had his own eyes on, though he couldn't blame him. Aofie was simply goregous, divine, perfect. He bit his tongue slightly and looked at his dogs, a distraction from the sudden tangent he'd been taken on.
"Not through work, no. I helped her with a car tire some time back and we've been in a state of consistent chatter since."
“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.”
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h?” Well, fixing a tire was a better meeting than exchanging letters. Bryne only met her through the pen pal system, and he didn’t know if that was the best thing to say. “I met her through work. A regular I guess you could say. She knows her shelves, that’s for sure.” There was some weird aura, but Bryne didn’t know why. The thought of interrogation was there, and he tried to suppress it...but goddamn was he curious.
“Have you known her long?” So much for letting the man go. Not that she was a prize, of course. But he felt a bit protective since Bryne considered her as a friend.
