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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"I guess we are two left feet then, yeah?" She didn't know if that was the correct time to use that saying, but no one had told her otherwise. It meant someone was often confused, right? "To be honest, English isn't my first language, so for some of the books in class I haven't read the English translation" Jaana continued, grabbing a pen from a small pouch. She opened her notebook, her notes neatly written in her native language, with English here and there. "My name is Jaana, by the way. I realize I never introduced myself!"
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
“Oh? Well, that still sounds fun! It’s been a moment since I have been able to walk down here. I didn’t realize there was so much here.” Jaana had only been down here, for a passing by moment. Despite her age, she never really did the lingering about kind of thing. Maybe it was because she always felt the need to be moving around and staying in one place felt a bit too captive. Either way, she was going to enjoy herself. Ronan was nice, and while awkward, she never felt like there was any kind of ill feeling.
“Lead the way!” she laughed, “Well, I will say the winters are not as bad as I’m used to. It is funny watching people bundle up in weather we think is nice.” If anything, English winter was more ice and wet than snow. However, she was sure Northern England would be different. It was nice not having to wear such thick layering. More cute options that way.
“Should we try and get all the crazy rides out before we eat? Is that something people do?”
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
“Unfortunately no, it’s not something I’ve ever experienced before. But I’m sure that the twins have made it a fun ride.” Jaana watched as the girl Emma became oddly familiar with Jameson. “Food? They said we would be having dinner after our rides. But we haven’t eaten yet though….” Maybe Jaana missed something. She and Landon didn’t arrive late. He wouldn’t allow it.
She watched more of the interaction, gears turning. It was a bit suspicious, or maybe her social cues from her peers were something she had yet to learn more of. Jaan knew more about having to save face in front of adults, and not the nudging of friends.
It didn’t take long for the trailer to lurch forward slowly, what felt like ten minutes after the first tractor. Jaana thought all the drivers would give the speech, but it sounded like the first tractor was loud enough for everyone to hear. Or maybe their driver was lazy.
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
Her first hayride experience wasn’t awful. Jaana enjoyed it more than she thought she was going to. There were times she screamed and tried to reach for someone’s hand to squeeze. Thankfully, her group wasn’t too offended by her. It just meant the ride was good if people got freaked out.
Jaana hadn’t been able to talk to Landon for a minute, since they arrived together – and then were separated. His group was before hers, so they barely saw each other before Landon could probably hear her scream over the fog.
They decided to meet inside the barn once their rides were over. It was fully decked out, something Jaana had never experienced before. Almost a bit too overwhelming, but nothing that bothered her. If anything, knowing Piper – it was right on the dot.
She found Landon standing in line for food. She smiled as she walked over. “I think all the screaming I did, made me parched and hungry!” Jaana laughed. “Did you enjoy your ride?”
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
A hayride? Jaana had never heard of those and she wondered what it was. Piper had briefly explained it to her while they were chatting over a plate of food. Maybe if she wasn’t in so much awe of Piper’s sewing skills, she may have heard more of what her friend was saying.
After the hat draw to pick groups, Jaana found her little spot of her fellow group twos. She gave them all a look over. Not in a rude way, but to make sure to know their faces. Most of the people she didn’t know, other than the twins, Landon and Ronan. Jaana hoped she would maybe get some new friends out of this.
“So…” she started, clasping her hands behind her back. “Has everyone been enjoying themselves?” Jaana wasn’t someone who knew how to create small talk, but it felt like a valid question to be answered as they waited their turn.
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
Jaana was a bit embarrassed with how many questions she had for Landon about Halloween. England celebrated Halloween, but nothing like their neighbors across the pond. She was curious about it all and was happy to be invited along.
Unfortunately, with class and work – Jaana couldn’t create a typical Halloween costume. Jaana thrifted a white dress and found a corset she made last semester. It wasn’t dark, but it was cute and better than jeans and sneakers, right? There was an attempt with light makeup as well. If she had more time after work, things would’ve been different – but since Landon offered to drive, Jaana had to be done earlier than she expected.
It didn’t feel like too much time had passed when she heard her phone ping with the notification that Landon was a few minutes away. She hoped her grandparents wouldn’t ask for too many photos. They weren’t together or anything…right?
Jaana gave a small frown but it was gone as fast as it appeared. “Ah, I don’t know know how helpful I can be in that,” she laughed. “If it was geometry or some kind of physics, maybe?” Fashion helped with geometry and dance helped with physics.
“I’m currently working on English. It’s not my best subject.” Janna couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated sometimes when it came to it. She liked to read, but the translations were often harder for her to understand. “We’re reading Sense and Sensibility. I’ve never read it before.”
For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.
Uncle Bryne had given Jaana his spiel of safety and made sure she was home at a reasonable time. Most teen girls would roll their eyes, but with her past – Jaana knew not to bend the rules. While Bryne was a lovely man to most people, she knew when threatened – his old self would come out.
She dressed cute, but reasonable for the weather. While there wasn’t a lot of snow, there was still a chill in the air. Jaana considered it not too bad, but still dressed warmly – in case there was a lot of walking. The pier could mean a lot of different things.
Once she was dressed, Jaana met her uncle in his car. He gave her another spiel of proper protection, slipping her some rubbers. She didn’t think things would get that far, but at least she cared enough to give them to her.
Jaana saw Ronan standing there, looking a bit lost in thought. She wondered what he was thinking about it. Probably nerves? She was nervous, too. “You look quite handsome, Ronan,” Jaana greeted with a smile. “Thanks for asking me out,” she added. “What have you planned for us?” she asked, gently nudging him with her elbow.
Her ears picked up her Uncle’s car finally driving away. There were times she wished he wasn’t so down her neck, like a lot of the people her age – but she also wasn’t about lying and pushing things either.
The guy was polite enough, not that it really bothered her if he wasn’t. Jaana wasn’t the type of person to be bothered by anyone else’s personality type. She learned long ago it was never her fault. Her hands gently slip off the messenger-type bag she was carrying and placed it on the table.
Jaana sat and began opening her bag. “May I ask what you’re working on?” If it was the same subject, it would be even better. Or maybe it was something she was decently knowledgeable in, that they could exchange knowledge. That seemed to be a thing that people did. Jaana had witnessed it a few times. Unfortunately, she was never the giver of information. But she hoped that would change.
Jaana wondered if it was her newness or her ability to just talk to people. She managed to have met a few people so far, mainly people that seemed to mesh well with her. The popular crowd hadn't found her yet, so she felt a bit safe. She had heard stories of those that were the crowd - and it made her stomach turn. There wasn't a reason she should be afraid of them, but it was probably the thoughts of her egg donor.
She stayed behind today, letting her uncle know what she was doing. Classes had been going well so far - and Jaana was doing better in English. Her other subjects were fine. If anything, study group was something that allowed her to be social outside of work. Meet people you could say.
After grabbing some more supplies- Jaana made her to the library and found a group of familiar faces. She walked over and smiled. "There room for one more?" She asked politely. LINCOLN HARVEY BRECKAH
full name • Jaana Tineke Hagen nicknames • JT, Jan age • 17 birthday • April 16, 2005 occupation • Barista, fashion, textile student gender • female (she/her) sexuality •bi-sexual
the appearance
face claim• Sadie Sink
identifying features• her long wavy red hair, freckles, thinner frame, strong fashion sense
the personality
likes • thrifting, sewing, sketching, day dreaming, acting, ballet dislikes • her mom and father, hairless cats and dogs, horses (has a slight fear from their size) strengths • making drinks at a fast pace, studious, street smart, self defense, ballet weaknesses • thrifting, cooking (prefers baking), trusting people dreams • start a fashion line fears • her family abandoning her overall personality • Jaana is a naturally distrustful person, mainly from the fact that she grew up in a world of hatred and deceit. She's learned how to hide her emotions, and lie pretty well - something she knows is wrong. Making friends is difficult, as she never knows someone's true intentions. It's to the point she's ruined some good opportunities.
She can put on a face, a bubbly persona for work - but is a serious type during study and dance. Jaana would love to find her bosom buddy and feel comfortable with herself. Since she's relocated, she's hoping to let go of her issues as no one really knows her.
the history
father • Evner, 42, alive - mob member, alive mother • Hilda Hagen, 40, deceased siblings • none important people • BRYNE ARTHUR HAGEN , uncle JEREMY WYATT KIRBY , uncle -- -- Hagen, uncle Marina Hagen, grandmother Arne Hagen, grandfather hometown • Oslo, Norway overall history • Jaana was born to the most uncaring people in the world. The best way Jaana explains her parents are selfish and people that shouldn’t have procreated.
Born in Oslo, Norway – Jaana was raised by her uncles and her grandparents. The only time she ever saw her parents were for massive functions, to keep up an image of a happy family. She was an accessory like a purse or a necklace, only shown when needed.
Growing up, Jaana hung close to her grandmother – falling in love with the fashion and act of the ballet. While she couldn’t afford the lessons, Jaana would find YouTube videos and practice while she could. She found comfort in her grandparents and uncles, knowing they would never leave her behind.
When her uncle Bryne was released, she didn’t quite know how to look at him. She never knew him growing up – but took to him like a bear to honey when he appeared to be another parental figure.
Shortly before her 17th birthday, Jaana learned her mother had died. While most people would shed tears, Jaana laughed. Some could say it was a burst of nervous laughter, out of surprise – but internally, she was happy. Happy that her egg donor was gone. To her family, that could be seen as usual – but to other people, maybe a bit sociopathic. Why waste tears on someone who wasn’t there?
Free from the chains of the family, Jaana moved to Hickstead, her grandmother's hometown. The small-town life wasn’t as appealing to her, making her opt to live in Willow Bridge with Bryne. She’ll happily commute for school, work, and family.
Despite the surprise inheritance from her mother, Jaana is working her way through school at Starbucks. Not only to fund her schooling but her ballet lessons.