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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[attr="class","brad-text"]“Honestly, not as much as I’d like. I’ve been talking with Stephanie a bit, but we’ve been so busy. I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you as well!” Maybe it was a good thing, or maybe it was a bad thing that Brad had a bit of his schedule.
It was to help care for Dad, go to work, then come back home and help care for Dad. Brad was stuck in a vicious cycle, and he didn’t like the idea that he felt guilty for asking his sister for help. He knew he shouldn’t feel guilty, but he knew that Tiff’s relationship with their dad was not the greatest. It was a shame and disheartening to witness. While Bra knew he would never fully understand it, he could at least try, right?
After surviving escaping the pickup lane and getting onto the main road, Brad opened the window of the truck a bit to get in some of the fresh air. “Are you hungry? There’s a side-of-the-road place we can hit up. Y’know, help prolong the new battlefield”
[attr="class","brad-text"]He shook his head. “No, I’m not waiting for someone, so feel free to take up some space. Might keep the creeps away,” he teased. But he sensed that Steph was as tired as he was. He didn’t know if it was emotional or physical. Either way, he was sure he would find out soon enough.
“I got the adult children’s meal. But what can I get you? You look like you need a stiff drink and a full belly.” Maybe they were in a similar boat of having to fill the void. Brad didn’t know how much Steph needed to vent, or if she would want to listen to his problems. But he opted to at least get something in front of her before prying. Or maybe she would offer the information herself.
[attr="class","brad-text"]Brad looked at the cocktail in front of him. Even though it had been a few months since his breaking up with Tempe, he was still a bit in the dumps about it. He didn’t know why, and maybe it was because it felt like he had something – but his ego got in the way. Brad had dated a few people here and there since, but it always ended up in a pile of shit. It was very rare that it was the ladies’ problem, but Brad just did not fully know what he wanted.
The large cube of ice crackling in his baller glass brought him out of the mind loop he was in. Soft jazz of the lounge played in the background, as Brad took another sip of his drink. His eyes looked over the menu again, wondering if he wanted to be an adult or a child. There was nothing wrong with chicken fingers and fries, right? Eh, he wasn’t here to impress anyone.
Brad waved down a server and out in an order of the fried chicken finger and fry basket, along with a side of coleslaw. It felt a bit off, eating it at the lounge, but it was there for the people who couldn’t handle the other dishes. At least Brad knew where the chicken was coming from, at least.
Fingers drummed on the bar top, as he began staring in the distance. But another sound broke him out again. He looked over to see a familiar face. “Oh, hey,” he smiled.
[attr="class","brad-text"]“Well, I’m your brother. The man or woman that ends up with you forever can fight you on that one,” Bradley smiled. – as he led her to the vehicle. He wasn’t expecting her to ask about the parents so quickly, but she brought it up. Which seemed to be better the way to go about it, it felt. He had heard what Dad did, something that soured his taste then. If anything, it made Bradley take a step back from his parents – disappointed in what their father had done. Maybe he was a bit more forgiving in the end, but it still rocked him to his core.
“He was rushed to the ER a few days ago and is still at the hospital. He wasn’t peeing and there was a major blockage in his bowel system. They’re thinking it was the new meds. I don’t know Tiff…I just wish he could let himself die. He’s been running mom ragged, and I think him being at the hospital…is giving her a well-needed break.” It was morbid, yes. But there was only so much fight one could for a cancer that had a low survival rate.
Bradley lifted her luggage in and got into the driver's side. “Mom’s happy to see you though. She’s probably the one that missed you the most. I would argue with her about it, but it’s mom.”
[attr="class","brad-text"]‘Well, if you aren’t going to murder me – might as well be the job I’m doing,” he commented. But he had to reign in his foul mood. Not only was work about to boil him over, but he also made a mistake that his parents ratted him out over. He had broken his relations with Tempe. Maybe, if work hadn’t stressed him out – he could’ve waited. All he had was to blame himself. The reaction to the breakup wasn’t what he was expecting, or maybe it was because Tempe had expected him to break up with her. That also left a sour taste.
He watched as the brownies were placed down, knowing full well he would avoid them if the shade wasn’t correct. Bradley had a cheesecake in the fridge that his name on it, anyway. “Almost got hit by a passenger yesterday, so that was a real treat. A Christmas miracle that I wasn’t hurt,” he laughed. “How are your lessons going?”
[attr="class","brad-text"]Bradley didn’t know what brought Tiffany home. Well, newer home. He was excited, of course, but also nervous. He understood she and Dad didn’t have the relationship he had. It bothered him, a lot. While Dad had voiced concern and guilt, Brad knew that it wasn’t the apology and concern for him to control.
It didn’t take long for him to get to the airport when Tiff landed, and of course, she joked about his nose. If his height wasn’t a dead giveaway, it was his face. He didn’t know why it was so...out there, but probably the game of genetics that hit every male in the family.
“I just had to look for the scowl,” he responded back. Bradley knew she would be happy to see him, but he knew his sister enough that parents weren’t the topic she wanted to say right away. He respected that, despite worrying that they would never patch anything. Dad was okay, for now. But he had an odd feeling that Tiffany couldn’t wait for him to just keel over.
“How was your flight?” he asked, giving his sister a strong hug – and sneakily grabbing her suitcase. She could yell at him about it later.
[attr="class","brad-text"]The holidays were a nightmare. Not in his personal life, but in his professional life. So many planes needed maintenance and a lot of flights were canceled. It didn’t matter that he had the look and outfit of someone not in customer service. He and his team were still bombarded by angry, frustrated customers. Thankfully, there were a few good ones that bought coffee for the workers.
Bradley was hoping that it would be easier for home, but nope. A fucking party was planned. Not that it was a bad thing – but he was hoping he had more time to get into the holiday spirit. Nonetheless, he had prepped everything and got the roast into the oven.
It didn’t take long for Stephanie to show up, and Tiffany had already made it to the door. Bradley remained in the kitchen – as his time was occupied getting the cheeseboard set up. “Don’t be a holiday murderer,” he called out, commenting on the assault statement Tiffany had said.
full name • Bradley Oscar Matthew nicknames • Bomber, Brad age • 33 birthday • July 4, 1989 occupation • Aviation Mechanic, former Naval Pilot gender • male (he/him) sexuality • bi-sexual
the appearance
face claim• Miles Teller
identifying features• sports a mustache sometimes, has a somewhat large nose
the personality
likes • aviation, taking things apart, engineering, being near water , fly fishing, Hawai'ian shirts dislikes • milk chocolate, hot coco made with water, sugar free items (allergic to aspartame), asparagus strengths • aviation mechanics, strong swimmer, good listener weaknesses • getting enough sleep, slight coffee addiction dreams • his dad to pass peacefully in case he doesn't get better fears • superstitions (esp the Bermuda triangle and broken mirrors) overall personality • Bradley is a stay on the path kind of guy. He doesn't stray too far unless it's necessary, as he finds comfort in knowing what's ahead. It's part of the fact he can't control his father's cancer, and he needs more structure in his life outside of his father's sickness.
This doesn't mean Bradley doesn't let loose sometimes. When he's in the mood to party, he'll have a few drinks and enjoy himself. But when he's in a very serious mood and concentrated - Brad can get a bit snippy. He doesn't like being disturbed when working on a hard project or his fly fishing lures.
the history
father • Peter, 65, retired - battling prostate cancer mother • Angela, 64, retired siblings • Tiffany, sister, 29 - nurse important people • STEPHANIE REBECCA KING hometown • Orlando, FL overall history • Bradley was born in Orlando, to Peter and Angela – both Naval officers. Peter was a pilot and Angela was a nurse. Growing up, the Navy was all Brad knew. While his parents didn’t force their children to get into the service, it was an option. Wanting to follow his father’s steps – Bradley joined when was of age. His sister, Tiffany – became a nurse, but didn’t join the service.
Ten years into Brad’s service, Peter was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer – which was caught early enough to begin treatment. Unfortunately, cancer spread faster – despite early treatment. Not wanting to leave his family through such times and wanting to be by his father’s side when the time was near – Brad was honorably discharged after twelve years of service.
Wanting to retire in peace, Peter moved the family to his great grandmother’s village. He already had dual citizenship – allowing some better medical care in the UK without any issues.
Bradley moved into his parent’s guest house to be closer. His sister, Tiffany also moved – wanting to be close and to provide care if needed.
Brad found work at the Hickstead Airport to help support him and his parents. He thankfully had his friend, Stephanie in the area as well – who has become his steady rock when needed. Bradley has slowly been trying to adjust to Hickstead, even though it had been a few years. He misses the bustle of the city – but does his best to get out and about when he can.
the role player
alias • aofie age • natural gas other characters • some rainbow sprinkles that fell off your ice cream