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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"Well, I guess you're doing them a favor," Zac's face lit up a little, "hey, that's exactly what I was thinking!" He exclaimed, glad that she was coming round to his line of thinking. "Perhaps they should be paying me for my services instead." He mused, knowing exactly how ridiculous a thought that was. "Although I hope you don't make this a habit." He raised a brow at her, "I bet you were a prefect in school, or head girl or something, right?" He guessed - the slightly above station no rule breaking attitude was shining through a little too hard and he'd seen her type many times before. "Besides.. a habit's something you do every day for like three weeks or something right? I definitely don't go cop chasing that often." Or should it be cop running, given that he didn't really go looking for them and all that, they just seemed to have a knack for finding him.
He grinned at the eye roll, enjoying how easy it was to needle her. "Well, thanks for clarifying." Even more amusing when she seemed more flustered and frustrated by his responses. "How does not make sense? Don't I look like an upper classman to you?" He peered up at her, giving her a good look and then shrugged. "Is there a certain way an upper classman is meant to look?" He retaliated, knowing that once people hit late teens they tended to merge ages with everyone of a similar age. Forget about trying to distinguish anyone between 20-30 and Zac had been stung before by guessing someone's age and getting it catastrophically wrong.
He raked a hand through his messy hair, causing it to stand on ends in a slightly crazed way. Reflecting his slightly ADHD personality within, really. "I don't know. I feel like a stranger is the perfect person to lie to," Zac tilted his head then shrugged, "You have a half point there, young Wynnie, I'll give you that.. but where's the thrill in it?" He looked afar, as if painting some magical picture, not a slightly sordid and twisted view of his world. "Think of the excitement of lying to someone who knows you better than you know yourself and getting away with it - you manage that and you should be standing in line for an Oscar." His whole life revolved around lying, particular to the people who loved him, and he had no idea how to quit now.
"Oh my God, is that a smile? Did I crack some kind of code? I feel like this is a momentous moment for us, Wynnie." He joked, laughing at his own idiocy. Anyone would think the lad was on drugs, but if anything, he'd likely be more sane on drugs than off them. "Yeah, well, knocking me over and then saving you from the police feels like a first name basis, Zac. We might as well exchange numbers since you owe me a drink." Zac bowed his head like a mock salute. "I guess I should be thanking you for saving this damsel." He laughed again then nodded and took out his phone, going to offer it over. "I'm trusting you to give me your real number then, as you want that free drink and all." Because his winning personality didn't always work on some, especially of the female variety. He never took it personally though, he was the kind to shrug it off and move on, and wasn't really bothered about girls and romance and all that crap.
Zac was smart - in some areas more than others - and thought he spoke pretty good English, so he was a bit concerned (not uncertain, that word wasn't in Zac's repertoire) that she was just staring at him like that. It was a little disconcerting after a few seconds, as if he'd done something offensive. "What?" He asked, if only to break her out of it, though not rudely. "The cops were actually chasing you?" Oh was that it? Zac laughed and nodded, returning her look as if he also didn't get why she was confused. "Well yeah, they don't generally just go running about in their uniforms for exercise." though Zac felt like he was doing them a service by forcing it. Some of them had absolutely had one too many doughnuts whilst waiting on crime. At least he got their hearts pumping. Gave them a little bit of excitement to take home to their wives and girlfriends in the evening to sound interesting. Get the hearts pumping in any entirely different kind of way.
"Do you need help picking your jaw up from the floor?" His brows rose, but in delight. He liked someone with a bit of spunk, and she clearly had it in her. "No, luckily it's on a hinge." he joked back, grinning wildly at her. It was always like this after exhilaration, he was a bit overly carefree and wired, struggling to come down from the high, likely to go chasing another to feel at the top of the world again. It's when he got into most of his trouble, always taking it that step too far. "Uh, because I am a mature young lady and clearly older than you so therefore you should not be calling me a minx!" Zac was even more perplexed at that and tilted his head curiously, looking at her like she was a creature from another planet, as women were to him most of the time. "That doesn't make any sense. And how would you know if you were older?" he knew he might look like a young lad but looks could be deceiving. He used his boyish charms whenever he could, some people thinking him to be younger than he was because of it.
It felt a little odd to be looking down at her all of a sudden, but he felt good to be on his feet again, shaking out his limbs. He hadn't known what reaction to expect but the laughter was a surprise. He let out a slow grin, almost hopeful, that now she was going to quit berating him and play nicely. "Buddy. You may be adorable and very charming to pull all a lot of stuff, but I have a kid sister. I know a lie when it's delivered to me." Zac frowned slightly at that, he was very good at telling tales and spinning lies but he didn't always appreciate the accusations of them. "Little Minx, I wouldn't waste the time lying to you as a stranger." He shot back, watching her get settled back on her own feet. He'd had half a mind to offer her a hand but he didn't want to further offend her, given he seemed to be doing so with every word out of his mouth already. "I'm Wynter. But you may call me Wynnie." He was mildly surprised by that and another childish smile curled his lip. "Friendly name basis already? I'm honoured. And I'm also, Zac." He introduced himself in turn. No need to go saying his full name, he hated it with a passion and preferred to hide it if he could. No doubt the mouthy Wynnie would have delight in going around calling him Zachariah just as a form of payback for spilling her drink. He probably owed her a replacement or something on that front too but one adventure at a time.
He winced at the smack of their foreheads, the dull thunk did not justify the amount of pain that kind of thing caused, and he rubbed at the spot, causing the red mark already appearing to get worse. Then the amusement of it all cracked him up instead and the pain was forgotten, his brain already skipping ahead, as it always did - no wonder the poor stranger looked confused. Sometimes he forgot other people didn't bounce from subject to subject, and couldn't read the thought process he was on. "What are you talking about? It's a fucking expression. Do they not have that phrase in England?" Zach blinked, not having even noticed she wasn't British - another of his wonderfully terrible traits. Not exactly the most observant kid, he tended to skip past details other people would pick up on straight away but hey, he liked to think of himself as being inclusive, and that it meant things didn't matter to him the way they sometimes did to other people. "What saying? I've just been in an exhilarating foot chase with the local uniforms so I thought you meant they were still after me," He explained, waving it off as if that was a completely normal thing to say.
Zach couldn't help but laugh at the expression on her face, "do you need help picking your jaw up from the floor?" He joked, perhaps that was a little on the mean side but it wasn't his intention - he was surprisingly not a mean kid, he just came off that way sometimes. "Excuse you, I am a third year! What are you? First?" His eyebrows went up for a moment, not having expected the turn in conversation. "What's age got to do with anything?" He asked, a little perplexed. "Its thick to protect me from numbskulls like you," He snorted at that, "there's a sense of humour in there? Excellent," He retorted, sighing before he finally bothered to get his feet underneath him and go to stand. "So...why exactly were you running from the police?" Zach shrugged, glancing in the direction they had gone. "Because they've got nothing better to do and I was bored." He lied, as was his usual prerogative.
He'd already forgotten about the woman he'd knocked into. Not very gallant of him, naturally, to forget that part of his tale. He was too busy relishing the rush of adrenaline, the buzz beneath his skin from the chase. His father was going to murder him if he got caught again, but the thought only widened the gin on Zach's face. He supposed he probably looked quite manic, as opposed to dashing or charming like in the films when they orchestrated these 'meet cutes'. The big grin on his face, the laugh, the lack of attention to the other persons health. He couldn't feel the bite of the cold yet, the fast bumping of his blood kept him warm, along with the run he'd just given himself. He quit laughing after a moment, letting out a loud exhale as he felt his heart begin to calm, unable to hear or feel the pounding reverberation of footsteps heading his way - clearly he'd outrun his counterparts. For the moment at least.
Suddenly, his view of the overcast Wintry sky was interrupted by the appearance of a face he didn't know. Oh yeah shit - that girl. Oops. He hoped that perhaps she might find this whole thing funny, but even as oblivious as he could be, one look at her face told him she did not in the least thing this was amusing. The movies had that seriously wrong. "What the hell man? You owe me a hot chocolate for that. What the heck where you doing running around like that? The cops after you or something?" Well shit, she really was mad - and how had she known? That thought made him blink and he sat up fast - too fast. His head cracked hers, not having realised how close she was - and how short compared to his 6ft lanky frame. "Fuck," He muttered with a wince, clapping a hand to his forehead.. and then remembering why he had sat up so rapidly. "Are they still there then?" He asked suddenly, whipping his head around to try and spot the uniforms.
He couldn't see them, and he pushed himself to his feet for a better view, using his frame as a vantage point to check over heads of the crowd passing them. Nope. "You got me all riled for nothing, you little minx." He snorted, rolling his eyes, and then rubbing his forehead again with abandon. "Also, ouch, you have one tough skull." He complained, wrinkling his nose. A better man would have remembered to ask if she was alright, but he'd kind of forgotten that already, his mind running a million miles through their conversation.
GENDER: dude AGE: seventeen D.O.B: 26th july SEXUALITY: bisexual - has no preference STATUS: single PLAY-BY: jordy baan HEIGHT: 6ft HAIR: brown EYES: blue
"LYRICS"
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"Shit." Zach knew he had been risking it with this one, but he'd been in the mood to cause trouble and the Audi had been sitting there, too tempting to resist. It screamed rich bitch, especially with the personalised number plate, and watching Plastic Barbie get out of the car and totter her way over to Starbucks in ridiculously pink high heels boots.. that had capped it. Not that he had anything against the way people dressed, and even he had to admit he'd gotten off with girls that looked like that before. Standards... what were those? Zach just knew the type though, and he felt like being an asshole. What better thing to do than take Barbie's car away and make her walk home? He didn't need to keep it, he didn't need to sell it for parts, he'd just leave it somewhere less convenient for them to find at a later date.
Naturally, it had an alarm, which he had anticipated. He knew cars, loved cars actually, even as he accidentally scraped up the drivers side door as he worked on making his way inside. That's when the patrol car had come past. No chance of denying the one - no 'sir I forgot my keys, it's mine I promise' bullshit. He ducked and ran. He could hear them on his tail within a second, the quick woop of the siren as they whipped around to play chase. Other people would be terrified - oh God they'd arrest him, they'd cuff him and throw him in the back, his father would be called. Not Zac. The grin lit his face, his heart hammering away but the adrenaline was a rush as he pounded down the street and took a short cut through an alleyway. They would be forced to pursue on foot, and he was damn fast - and had a head start.
He was surprised to see them still hot on his ass as he shot out of his alley way sprint, and he doubled his efforts- looks like he would need a crowd to lose them today. His brain was fast, and he was changing route before he even realised, a sharp left hand turn toward the sea front. The police were no longer in the car and were pounding pavement somewhere behind him. As the sea came into view he made another quick fire decision and picked the pier over the front. It was a bit of a dead end but it was busy; with the weak Winter sun out people were enjoying a liesurely walk in the fresh air. How quaint. He was flying down toward the end when he risked another look back, seeing them still on the promonade but heading his way. Another wide grin with the exhilaration of the chase, Zach kissed goodbye to his hoodie, yanking it over his head and chucking it aside for somewhere to save until later - he was warm from the run and they'd be looking for someone in blue, not the black t-shirt he was wearing.
Zach had stripped as he'd been turned the other way, and as he turned back following his perfect throw, it was just in time to save himself from a head on collision with a young woman. "Well fuck," He burst out, he was an asshole but he wasn't a complete dickhead. His hands reached out automatically, long fingers going to curl around her arms to give her a push away slightly so that his path was clear. He was an athletic kid - running from trouble did that to a man's physique - but even he couldn't save himself as he stumbled, dropping to the wooden slats with a thump and managing in the last moment to complete a haphazard tuck and roll. He stayed where he lay, his chest rising and falling in quick succession, flat on his back as he looked up at the cold grey of the sky. Then he let out a delighted laugh.
full name • Zachariah Jordy O'Dell nicknames • Zach, Riah, Jordy, O'Dell age • seventeen birthday • 26th July occupation • Student - Art and History gender • Male sexuality • Bisexual - has no preference
the appearance
face claim• Jordy Baan
identifying features• His grin - he's got this wide, cheeky grin that has a habit of making people instantly forgive him, some say his thick curly hair is also a feature of his.
the personality
likes • socialising , attention - just having the spotlight on him , winding people up, particularly friends or family , being rich , Jack Wills hoodies , driving with the windows down on warm nights , deliberately setting speed cameras off , parties, dancing and having a good time , adrenaline - anything that raises it, he's down , making people laugh; can't stand seeing people frown , swimming, quite enjoys water polo too , playing Blackjack and casino's in general - can card count , Art and history dislikes • chores , feeling trapped; will try to work his way out of it , the military; far too strict, sticks up their asses , having to work too hard , indie music , girls spending too much time getting ready , being ignored , formal dinners/family dinners , Maths but is very good at it , long films, gets bored , people being upset - can't stand it, will try to cheer them up , chocolate , having his feet touched strengths • good at some art but only likes certain aspects , can count cards and very good at maths , excellent memory, boarding on photographic , excellent swimmer, good at water polo , athletic in general , dancing surprisingly weaknesses • not good at understanding consequences of his actions , a little bit stupid - doesn't always think before he acts and causes trouble , seeing people cry, can't leave it , untidy; he's a messy guy, room is always a tip , lacks concentration, picks up hobbies then puts them down a lot when he loses interest , not got a green thumb, kills plants/succulents and also not good with goldfish either dreams • doesn't really have one, he has no ambition to a certain career, and lives his life as he wants with his father's plastic. fears • his father sending him to the army next time he screws up too bad , his family losing their money overall personality • extremely sociable, excitable at times, social butterfly and will bounce from group to group, companionable, irresponsible, a terrible liar, up for anything, wind up merchant, bit of a shit, enjoys getting a rise out of people, cheeky, adrenaline junkee and will chase the rush regardless of the danger, reckless, careless, doesn't care much for other peoples opinions, selfish and doesn't always consider other people or the results of his actions, charming, funny, surprisingly loveable and has perfected the puppy dog eyes, attention seeker, needy for attention too and will try to draw eyes if he's bored or feels the attention slipping away, life and a soul of a party and used to being it, easily distracted not matter what it's about, often picks things up and loses interest of attention is diverted and puts them back down - it's why he doesn't date much, he'll have a crush but then lose interest in the idea of dating and move along.
the history
father • Brandon Ted O'Dell - 65 - owner of an Internet Security company mother • Loretta Stephanie O'Dell - 34 - rich wife, doesn't work siblings • None important people • None hometown • London, England overall history • Zach can't comment much on his childhood. It was relatively normal - for your run of the mill rich kid family. He grew up in money, and we're talking millions. His father hit the market just right in an Internet Security company and he skyrocketed to the top of the England's richest list. His mother did not come from money, she was born trailer park trash but being ridiculously beautiful, young and skinny, she bagged herself the rich boy working a sleazy strip dance club in the underground of London. She made sure to let the guy take her home and was happy to let him know six weeks later that she was good and knocked up. They got hitched in a shot gun wedding, and several months later Zach was born.
His parents quite clearly did not love each other - his mother was a gold digger and regularly maxed out his father's golden credit cards, but he just curled his lip at the bills and paid it each month, unable to get rid of the burden of his one night stand. Zach didn't care much for their dynamic, he grew up pretty solid regardless, thriving off being a sociable person who bounced off his friends and entertained himself. He was quite the handful from a young age, often disruptive in class by being a brat, he spent almost as much time in detention as he did in his classes. He enjoyed being the centre of attention, likely because he lacked it at home - his mother was often out, and it came to light as he grew up that she was out courting other men; younger men. In his teen years he even caught her with several of them on multiple occasions to the point where he stopped caring for it and would just roll his eyes and walk away. His father spent a lot of time away with his business, coming home and forcing them out for ridiculous family dinners as if they didn't all lead completely separate lives - being disappointed in his son for not amounting to anything and just wasting away his life.
When he hit his teenage years, his escapades hit a different kind of high. Zach had always been a party animal and a bit of an adrenaline junkee, searching for the rush or the high. He went through a serious bout of shoplifting - not from the local corner shop, but from the local Ted Baker store, despite the fact his father could buy the place ten times over and then some. Every time he slipped up and did something stupid and got caught, his father would buy him out. And then it soon became a game. Zach would begin to deliberately get himself caught in further outrageous and ridiculous situations. He thought it was funny, the looks on peoples faces, the drama it would cause, the outrage and the shock factor and then his father would just pour money on it and the fire was doused. His friends could never understand Zach's nonchalance about it, about the way he would allow himself to get caught just for the thrill of watching his father lose out on insane amounts of money; the bigger the better.
It finally reached an end one day though. His father had always threatened him with military school or straight out the army if he didn't sort his shit and stop being an asshole. Zach ignored him. One evening he took his friends joyriding, stealing a car from one of the Porsche dealers in town, he went haring around the local streets at scary speeds, and at only fifteen years old with no drivers license, crashed it headfirst into brick wall. Zach walked away with a broken pelvis, a concussion and a broken hand. His best friend got away with a dislocated shoulder and missing teeth. The other two of his friends died. One hadn't been wearing his seatbelt, and he would never forget the image of his friend thrown through the windscreen.
Juvie was an option, and a close call. Once again his father threw money, but there was only so much money that could fix this. The parents of the boys that died, and the owner of the car shop wanted an example made of the idiotic rich kid that nothing seemed to touch. 300 hours of community service, and Zach's dad made good on his promise and shipped him off to military school. He spent a year there, and whilst it impressed some seriousness on him, it didn't change who he was. He discovered his enjoyment for men as much as female, though he wasn't particularly bothered about dating, he was too busy enjoying life in all it had to give him. When he returned just as obstinate and no more responsible from when he'd left - just sporting a buzz cut and new muscles - his father gave in and sent him to boarding school instead, away from the influences of his current friends and the rich world they lived in.
the role player
alias • boss man BING age • one hundred million seconds other characters • uhh hmmm uhh huhh mmmm....