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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Archie knew he shouldn't be surprised at all by all of this drama he appeared to be hearing, or at least, opinions on certain riders. After all, he had yet to join a barn that didn't seem to have something going on. Plus, entitled riders just came with the scene. Even at his polo barns back in Germany, there had been no escape. A snort of laughter escaped him when Izzy proclaimed that he didn't seem half bad, "I try. I also don't like drama in my life so I try to avoid it as best as I can." After all, he got enough of that at home. His gaze looked to Waffel for a moment as the girl asked her horse to canter, but the gelding appeared unperturbed by someone else going faster than him in the arena. From their conversation, Izzy was finishing up her mini rant about this Kennedy, clearly she had something to get off of her chest.
Even with the distraction of another horse and rider, Archie was pleased with how this morning lunge was going. While he knew Waffel should be fine with any horse around, given his sport, the young man knew that every once in a while, his horses liked to show a bit a spunk. Clearly, it was too early in the morning for such nonsense, "Ah! Well good luck on your exams then. Maybe I'll be joining you next year then with those worries," he joked now, "As for parents - well, unfortunately, I think we may just always been stuck as 'their children' in their eyes." Archie knew his parents had an unfortunate way of showing it, his sisters certainly could have done with some better support, but he wasn't sure if any of them would ever been seen as adults in the eyes of their parents.
It was a little surprising to hear the young woman say that she didn't scroll social media, but everyone was different, "Nothing wrong with that. Just means you're not a screen zombie like the rest of us." He joked now. Green eyes kept watch as Izzy turned her mare now, giving them space. Even Waffel seemed to notice the possible invasion as he leaped forward now, giving a bunny hop and a kick even though the pair hardly came near them. The move merely made Archie shake his head as he got his gelding back on track now, "I have not. Figure I'd leave that to the Americans," Archie said with a grin, "But I got to ride in some South American saddles when I was in the market for growing my horse squad. So I think you're the more worldly one for saddles." As for her comment on Molly, laughter escaped him, "Yes. I think that is it. The coffee IV's."
Once Waffel calmed back down, they were into the last leg of their lunge - cantering. The gelding seemed to be doing well after his one small hissy fit, and thankfully, it was a steady canter and on the right lead as well. Archie couldn't help but to smile when Izzy claimed over the Christmas Markets of Germany, "You should try going. Short flight at least. My home, Bermen, is probably my favorite. But I think Munich and Berlin can rival it. I think just the gothic buildings of my town make it all pop, especially when it snows. We Germans do it better than the Austrians though, and don't let them fool you otherwise." He stepped in, closing the lunge circle and then pointed, asking for the chance, to which Waffel snorted and tossed hsi head, but obliged - looks like the Polo Pony knew it was coming to an end as well, "I guess I'm boring too. I ride, swim, and just like to hang out with people," Archie said with a laugh, "What do you like about hte art gallery though? Is it a date spot or a hang out spot?"
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
He couldn't say he was surprised by Frankie's laughter to his near death experience or the fact that she called him 'smooth'. Okay. Maybe he was being a tad dramatic. She had just startled him, that's all. His eldest sister wasn't going to get the best of him! So Archie just grinned up at her, "Don't you know it." It was funny, for a moment, he almost felt like it was back in time - before everything went to shit and their parents ruined them with their upbringing. But it didn't last long, mainly because Alexis was brought up, and the discussion of their cousin who certainly had not been kidnapped brought Archie back to reality.
It was hard to not pry information from Frankie when she said she had run into him in town, just like Archie had. No doubt it was also an accident. Resting besides her, green eyes watched his sister as she let out a good old fashioned (and non lady like) snort. Damn. Well, he certainly would be hanging on every word of hers: "He ran away, he didn't get kidnapped." She said with a roll of her eyes. Classic Frankie Wanger tatic. Soon she carried on, "We just chatted about being the black sheep of the family." Ouch. The teenager wasn't sure what to say to that. He had hardly thought Alexi was like that, but his eldest sister, well, that was a harder statement to argue.
Instead though, he went with the truth, "I know." He thought for a bit more before saying, "When I ran into him, he told me not to tell anyone. So you must have ran into him after me." Boy, he was feeling like quite the Hardy Boy all of the sudden. Green eyes looked away from his sister for a moment, staring at the pool water, "I'm sorry you feel that way," he commented now, glancing back up, "That you're the black sheep." He knew why, he just...wished he knew why she did what she did, but maybe there was no understanding all of that.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie looked up from his sandwich warp, staring at her and there was no doubt in his mind that he must have looked like an overstuffed chipmunk. He managed to swallow now, figuring that talking with his mouth full would earn him a look from the classy Leonie Wagner now, "It's a side affect of being a teenage boy," he said with a grin now, "Don't tell Mum, but I have been raiding the pantry when she goes to bed. I'm somehow always hungry." Thankfully between two forms of polo and a metabolism, Archie appeared to be fine for now. Thank god too, he wasn't sure if he wanted to end up on a diet like either of his sisters or whatever stupid beliefs their mother seemed to have. The young man rolled his eyes, still playfully grinning, "Mum's not here to judge us on our savagery, Leo." Knowing his sister, it was probably easier said than done though. He felt like he had an easier time cutting loose when they weren't around their parents unlike Leonie, and Frankie, well, she was a special case.
At least his smile was winning her over - that was one thing the Wagner children were good at, it was smiling. All flash and award winning, the dangerous sort that could melt hearts. Leonie's was just as dangerous as his even after finishing off a piece of pizza: "You can wear it on a badge and everything." Archie chortled, good thing that he hadn't taken another bite of his food or else he would have been very very ungentleman like, "I defilingly will as soon as I meet a graphic arts student." He promised, finally allowing himself another bite of his wrap. Too bad his mouth hadn't stayed full enough for him to have made an idiot of himself to Leonie though. The teenager really did feel bad about it, like, kicked puppy bad. Clocking his sister roll her eyes made him feel a bit better though as she followed up with a nudge, "You're my brother, it's impossible to overstep." A weak smile played over Archie's lips now, "Yeah. I suppose so. I just...forget sometimes how I've had it easier compared to you and Frankie."
It was almost welcoming that they were back to bantering now, or at least, somewhat bantering. Green eyes watched as his sister tilted her head, thinking over his words before commenting that nobody had caught her eye. Archie couldn't decide if he was surprised by that statement or not. But Leonie didn't give him long to ponder it as a sly smile appeared on her lips: "Does that mean you have?" Suddenly, his wrap had become incredibly interesting, "Uh...maybe. Not on campus though. I met a guy at the barn. He, quite literally, ran into Mokka's ass." Although it was the horse's fault, and maybe Archie couldn't be mad at the polo 'pony' per say, given that at the end of it all, he ended up with a phone number. As for the chatter about Hickstead, a laugh couldn't help but to escape Archie, "Roots? You're making us sound old and frail. I feel like we don't have to worry about roots yet." Granted, he didn't have the weight of an empire sitting on his shoulders.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie had to get out of the house, the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife it was so wound and tight. And like any male in a female dominate household, he excused himself. The morning had started out good enough, everyone seemed to be more or less getting along when he left for the barn this morning. His mother was being polite, his sisters both appeared to be being polite, so Archie thought everything was fine. But clearly, something went down, because once he got back to the barn, it was chaos - the sort of dangerous chaos that had yet to be unleashed but you could feel it just simmering and waiting to be released.
It was probably poor form of him to leave, but seventeen going on eighteen soon, he was practically an adult - and quite frankly, everyone else in the household was an adult, and he didn't' want to referee it at all. Archie always seemed to get along with everyone individually, but once they were all thrown into a room together, he couldn't stand it at all. Maybe that was the curse of being a baby. So the young man found himself leaving once more and heading downtown to wander, figuring if he returned to Blue Arces, people might ask questions that he didn't feel like asking.
As it would have it though, he bypast downtown and ended up at the pier to watch the seagulls and taste the salt water breeze. Somehow, it felt grounding. Walking along the pier, Archie could feel his brain switch off - well, at least, until he saw someone he knew. Green eyes caught sight of one Oliver Deak. A friend. A boy that he often hoped would stop by Blue Arces even though he didn't ride. He walked over now, and before he could say anything, Oliver spoke first and looked up at him. Archie blinked for a moment, "The yacht? No I was..." and then something dawned on him, "You're teasing me, aren't you?" he asked with a grin, settling down next to the other teenage boy and nudging his shoulder against the other for the briefest of moments in a hello, "I didn't know you fished. I feel like I learn a new thing about you every time I see you."
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
The scoff that had escaped Izzy said it all, and he could not help but to chuckle a little bit when it came to the girl's comments, "I'll keep that in mind." Archie replied now, before adding on with a teasing tone, "Also, remind me to never get on your bad side." The other teenager clearly had no problems speaking her mind, and while the young man never minded such a trait in an individual, he certainly didn't want it directed at him. Still, he felt a bit of curiosity tug at him, like all ill-tempered statements caused, "Is there history between the two of you? Or is she just that sort of person?" Archie was willing to bet the later but still felt the need to confirm.
Between the two teenagers, it would seem that both of their horses were getting a good work out in despite the time constraints. Archie cast a glance at his watch, and knew there was a chance that he was going to have to start wrapping it up soon. Thankfully, Waffel started to do the very thing that he wanted out of the gelding, and that was lowering his head while extending the trot without even an ask. It didn't happen very often without louds of encouragement, but when it did, Archie always considered it a win, "Ah true! I didn't think about that. I can't really fathom concentrating on university right now anyways."
It was curious to hear Izzy say that she thought her parents cared too much. Archie couldn't even fathom such a thing. He supposed their parents cared about them, they raised them well enough and did love them, but sometimes it felt like he and his sisters were cared more for like prized race horses than children, "Ah, I guess I can see how too much caring would be overbearing. I don't think I have that problem with my parents." Sometimes, Archie found it hard to complain about his parents - mainly because he knew there were worse ones out there - such as the Alenkos. As for her next question, Archie merely shook his head, "I doubt it. I feel like my parents are only german famous verses work famous. Maybe you've heard of my sister - Frankie Wagner - she...she's like a socialite and IG famous?"
Archie couldn't imagine borrowing a trainer, but he suppose he would have to do that if he wanted himself and his horses to stay in shape until he found a club, "Ah I wondered about the western - given this isn't America. Sorta funny to see the western saddles in Europe." It was making its waves in Germany as well, but the teenager knew well enough at the FEI games that the Americans always rang supreme. He got Waffel to change directions once more, and the gelding obliged, extending the trot and his neck. Clearly the horse had caught on now and the more well behaved he was, the faster he got back to sleeping with his friends. He nodded at Izzy's next words, figuring that he would meet the owner at some point here, but if it took a while, it certainly wouldn't be the end of the world.
The question of how much energy did Molly have made him laugh, "I think she had a lot - like say...that battery rabbit? The energizer bunny?" It felt like an ample description of the girl - going off on some rant about how there was a ghost horse or pony haunting the lands that needed to be put to rest. Archie supposed that he wasn't surprised that the other teenager admitted to being a local, it seemed to be 50/50 as far as natives go, "Oh. I miss the food," he said with a grin now, "We also moved during Christmas market season so I think that bothered me a little. But it is what it is. I'm sure I'll make new discoveries here." He got Waffel to turn again, once again but asked the gelding to move into a canter now. The polo pony shuffled quickly into the canter now before relaxing into a rhythm, "So, besides riding - what do you like to do around here?"
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie was utterly certain that his eyes must have been bugging out of his head, "I'm sorry. You came here on your own?" If it weren't for that utterly exasperated sigh that escaped his cousin, the teenager might have thought Alexi had been sarcastic. Instead, he delivered it with that frank Bavarian attitude that they all were so well known for. This almost didn't seem like reality, like it was some sort of dream or book, that he was standing before a member of a royal family who didn't want the crown, or the marriage that came with. Given the latter thought, Archie suddenly realized that perhaps that was the point.
Alexi didn't seem to want to humor his stupid question, which the teenager supposed he couldn't blame him. His cousin appeared to ignore him as they made their way to a horse stall, where a beautiful bay holsteiner reached out to nudge the older male in familiarity: “They need to stop looking for me. I left because I wanted to. Do you know how hard it is to have them always breathing down my neck?” Well, that was a sentiment that Archie knew well, not from himself, but from his sisters. Green eyes continued to stare at the blonde though, "Holy shit - you really did come here on your own." Which was exactly what Alexi had been trying to tell him for the past five minutes.
Archie ran a hand through his hair, messing up the perfect fauxhawk that he had crafted so carefully this morning, "Alexi...this is going to blow up in your face." Sure, his cousin may have perfected living abroad and under the radar for the last five years or so, and he was willing to bet the student population of Hickstead University didn't know about the tiny kingdom and country of Liechtenstein, but this was a dangerous game. This was probably a powder keg waiting to explode, "Look. I am not going to tell anyone - cause, you're still my favorite cousin, but I hope you haven't built a life here. I hear Anthony and Lara have taken their own measures now into figuring out what happened to you." Leave it to an older brother and a state sponsored fiancé to not let sleeping dogs lie.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie could understand where his sister was coming from when she coolly played off his opinion about their mother. As the baby, and perhaps the only boy, he seemed to be spared a lot of the trifle that his two sisters got. He wasn't entirely sure as to why, but at the same time, Archie knew better than to question it or bring it up to his parents. If he did, well, that would be an invite to something that he did not want. So he let the conversation end there without any more argument or defense of their mother. Besides, there were more important things to consider - such as the free food he was being given now, even if it was Leonie's discards.
He took her food the second she gave him permission too, and unwrapped the chicken salad wrap now and took a huge bite into it, figuring that he could be a little savage given the current company was merely himself and his sister. Green eyes could not help but to notice how thoughtful Leonie looked as he ate, and he had no doubt on what was going through her mind - how they could behave the same way and yet get treated so differently. The teenager did feel bad about it, he even felt bad when it was directed at Frankie, but at the end of the day, Archie was clueless as to what to do about it, "You know, you can ditch the fork and knife."
Somehow, he doubted she would, but it still felt right to tell her - even if it was merely for brandishing at him now instead of the freedom to eat with her hands like a normal twenty something year old. A grin played on his lips given her confirmation that he was far better company than their mother, "Even on my worst day? Wow, now that is certainly a compliment." But the fun and games between the two Wagner siblings only seemed but to last a minute before Archie appeared to have put his food in his mouth. A dark and stomry look clouded over Leonie's features, and immediately, the young man felt guilty about it: "Like I need the reminder."
Her words made it even worse. Archie wasn't sure on what to say, so all what he did was take another great mouthful of that wrap. It was down to a quarter now, and it hadn't even been five minutes. He found himself mulling over how to best express his regret when Leonie was already saying sorry. An eyebrow arched, before the teenager merely shook his head, "Nah, don't be. I overstepped." And that was certainly the truth. His middle sister didn't need a reminder that she was the future face of their family's fortune - Frankie's escapades made that certainly clear. At least they could move onto new topics now - freed from the topic of their mother, and that of Hickstead.
Green eyes watched as Leonie looked over her pizza once more, appearing to revel in it before asking a curious question: "Should I have?" It was a good counter question, one that gave Archie some pause in his chewing, "I don't know. It's just a question. You have a whole giant campus to meet people on." But perhaps he was also just pondering it merely because it felt like he had met someone at the barn - what it might be, Archie had no idea, but it felt like something. As for Hickstead, he smiled, "Character? Do you mean quaint?" the teenager asked with a grin, "I don't mind though, for the record. Its kinda nice compared to gothic looking Bremen. I think my horses might actually enjoy it too."
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie thought today would have been about minding his own business, and keeping clear of any family drama. Unfortunately though, that just did not seem to be the Wagner way. For a few moments, it felt as if the sun was eclipsed by the moon, or at least, a few clouds - which was odd, since the teenager had been convinced that it had been a perfectly cloudless day. Curious, he opened up one green eye to see what was going on and caught sight of a familiar face smirking down at him, "Frankie?" He asked now stupidly. Of course it was her, he would know his own sister from a mile away.
He had a moment, forgetting that he was actually sitting in pool water, as he tried to sit up, only to have the water swallow him whole. But it was only for a second as he came up now, wiping water from his eyes and pushing his mop of wet hair from his face. Francesca was already making herself at home now by the pool's edge, dipping her feet and legs into the water. He didn't quite mind her presence, unlike Leonie who always seemed to be angry, but Archie still felt like maybe he should have his guard up. Instead though, his eldest sister said something that caught him completely off guard once again, which appeared to be her specialty, "Did you know Alexi is here in this drab little town too?”
Archie was certain he should play dumb, after all, that had been what Alexi had wanted. Instead though, the seventeen year old merely blurted out, "Did you run into him too?!" The question immediately, felt stupid. Of course he had, one - because she was Frankie, and two - her phrasing said it all. Slowly, he swam over to her now to chill besides her while still remaining in the pool, his arms and elbows resting on the side of the pool, "I saw him at the University last year when I was looking for Leonie - he didn't really seem to be being held against his will like a kidnapped royal. He told me to keep quiet though..." And then, curiosity got the best of him, "What did he say to you?"
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Laughter escaped him when Izzy decided to mildly interrogate him over who could have possibly been so rude to him at the barn and informed him of her suspicions. Archie wasn't really surprised by such a question, no matter the barn and no matter the country, there were always those sort of barn people and his new friend had just given a name, "I don't know, maybe? She was in such a huff, I didn't catch her name. Brown hair, had an affinity for pink plaid and a large dark bay stallion. I'll keep that name in mind for the future if I run into her again." The incident had been over two weeks ago by now, so the teenager had long forgotten it. He made the equestrian life work because he was laid back, he didn't really feel the need to drag out barn drama, just to move beyond it.
He stepped into his 'pie' now, asking for another change of direction which Waffel compiled to. He would see those ears trained on him now, the occasional twitch of the ear towards Archie along with a slight gaze. The polo pony was warmed up and ready to work, and not a moment's too soon because as his green eyes caught sight of the time. Another ten minutes and he would have to wrap everything up unfortunately. School was such an hindrance sometimes, "That's exactly it," he confirmed with a smile, asking Waffel to extend his trot now with a flick of the whip, "Although its odd here, they send you off to Uni at seventeen it looks like. So a little different, but nothing horrible. I'm not sure what I want to do with my life anyways so maybe I'll use that next year for self discovery." He nodded, "Oh yes. Full name is only for my parents. I am sure you're the same."
Izzy's comments made him grin about parents. Looks like he wasn't the only teenager here that had to live under a microscope somehow. The more he talked to her, the more Archie was beginning to like her, "Ah clingy. At least you know they care," Archie said now, "My parents? Very strict. Something happened with my sister, it's why we moved out here. My parents wanted the three of us out of the spotlight for a bit." And then he just realized how odd that sounded, "They run a business. We are not celebrities or anything like that." And he wasn't even going to bring up his missing royal cousin. It didn't surprise him to learn that he was the only polo player at Blue Arces, Hickstead in general was a little out of the way for the sport, but he was good enough to train on his own and make visits to the club an hour away, "I have to drive a lot to the matches and clubs, nothing local around here. But english and western? That's quite the cross train. You and Queenie must be well balanced."
Having Waffel change directions yet again at the trot, he made sure that the gelding new to keep the trot extended as he gave the polo pony a little more length now to the circle, all the while tomake sure to not crowd Izzy and her horse, "Ah, I have not met Naomi yet. Another rider gave me the tour, a very exuberant one. Molly I think." He didn't mind though, he didnt have to be waited on to make a decision. Well, as for those life decisions, "Nothing wrong with staying close to home...for me? I don't know. I have to see what happens with my family. I'm fine staying here, but I would be lying if I didn't say I hope to eventually move back to Germany." He flicked the whip again, asking for the canter and Waffel sprang forward. Green eyes watched closely, "I feel like I have my whole life ahead of me to figure that out though."
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie Wagner couldn't believe that the end of summer was here. In just a few weeks, he would be joining his sister Leonie over at Hickstead Uni now that he had successfully completed Hickstead Secondary School just a few months ago. The school system had taken some getting used to for Archie, as it had differed from his schooling back in Germany, but with a little help from his new found English friends, the teenager had made it work. Summer had seemingly been carrying on like normal other than when his eldest sister and her whirlwind antics breezed through the Wagner Household - her breakout from her rehab clinic still fresh in everyone's (namely their mother's) minds. While he did his best to stay out of it, the Wagner women made it hard.
Although, what had been unique about the situation that landed them all in Hickstead was that Frankie was sticking to her guns that she had been drugged, that she would never go beyond her limits. Her sheer determination to stick to the story soon had Archie beginning to believe that there was actually a lot of merit to this truth. And while his mother and other sister, Leonie, seemed to still think otherwise, Archie was beginning to wonder if Frankie needed to be cut some slack. Granted, it's not as if she had been doing her best since moving to Hickstead to appease their mother also.
A sigh escaped him at the thought, as he leaned back into the water and allowed himself to float along. Even in the hot days, it would seem that people had little time to be at the pool and were more occupied with vacations outside of the tiny town of Hickstead. Archie didn't mind though, he probably needed his quiet to shed his brain of all of the thoughts in his mind, from Frankie and Leonie, to Alexi, and lastly, Oliver Deak. Archie had never had so much going on in Germany, all what he ever did was worry about polo and his horses, now though, it felt as if there was too much going on. Closing his eyes, he simply allowed the water to carry him in the pool, unware that his moment of tranquility was about to come to an end.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
Archie could not help but to laugh at the girl's remark about how not everyone would be as kind, "Ah, yes. I have had a run in with a few of those people here." He got it. Horse people could be weird sometimes, and see themselves in a class of their own. With all of the horse shows coming up on the horizon as well, the young man tended to find that they pushy personalities escalade with it. Thankfully though, he had managed to remain in good graces here, probably because of how he had been raised. Archie knew well enough how to get himself out of trouble with the rich and elite, "Oh?" he asked at her question, "I'm glad to hear my accent is good enough to pass for a native." And with that, the young man could not help but to laugh, "I'm from Germany actually, an industrial town though. Doubt you've heard of it. Different school system though. I don't think my mom thought that through when she relocated us. It was a bit of a surprise for the transfer when I found out that per Hickstead and Willow Bridge, I should have been out of Secondary already by their standards."
A snort escaped Waffel as he picked up the pace of his trot on the lunge line, and Archie couldn't help but to notice that it might have been a reflex of Izzy and Queenie's. Guess he wouldn't be the only one who was catching the polo pony's attention then. Given it was lunging though, the young man wasn't too surprised as he stepped in and moved the small horse to change directions. Waffel was quick to oblige as always, the transition abrupt like it was in a match. As Izzy explained the full origins of her name, Archie simply flashed a grin in her direction, "I'll keep that in mind. I know all about the dangerous tone of a parent using a full name." Her name was much more smooth than 'Archibald' though, and probably sounded better than his own when she was in trouble, "Good time with your parents otherwise?" Perhaps it was a prying question, but often he couldn't help but to wonder how other teenagers might have been raised differently to him.
The tables being turned on him caught him off guard, at least when it came to his horses, but he supposed that while it was easy to spot the jumpers and dressage riders, polo might be a little different. And being nationally ranked didn't make much of a difference, "I play polo," Archie said now, "I believe they consider my three a little on the smaller side now, but what they lack in size, they make up in heart and speed." Green eyes looked to the horse and rider again, particularly concentrating on the saddle and the gait, "I take it you...jump?" The young man wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to bet money on it though, given the horse itself looked like something he'd see at a western show in America, but the saddle and being ridden by an English girl made the whole thing a conundrum to a degree. As for being here, "Ah! Well yes, I'm new. But that's awesome you've been here for a while. Perhaps you can show my the ropes of Blue Arces who and who not to annoy." Because those sort of people exist everywhere.
Izzy's opinion on interior design made sense though, like art, it took an eye to make it all look good. And Archie knew that his parents certainly employed them. While his parents had no shortage of money and tastes, how to make all of their collection pieces flow and not look like hodge podge collected in a room required help, "I can see that. At least you've given your future some thought then." He couldnt' say the same for himself beyond Polo, and while he knew that his parents wanted him to partake in their business, Archie couldn't help but to wonder if it was best to just leave it in Leonie's capable hands, "You think you'll stay local once you graduate?"
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
show name • Americana Standard owned by • ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER barn • Blue Arces Stables age • Thirteen breed • Argentine Polo Pony height • 14 hands discipline • Polo gender • Mare likes • Grooming Sessions and generally being doted upon, Traveling, Strawberries, Cucumbers, Geldings, Playing Defense, Being in Charge dislikes • Being turned out with the Mares, Playing Offense, Vegetable Treats (other then Cucumbers), When her 'brothers' annoy her, When Archie forgets her treats strengths • Defense, Sturdy weaknesses • Archie, Mare of Habits fears • Weird sudden movements from humans overall personality • Pfannkuchen rounds out the Breakfast Club for Archie and is the sole mare of his polo squad for games. While she is adapt at playing both sides of the game, she much prefers playing defense. Pfannkuchen can be mare-ish and temperamental, to the point of where Archie prefers that she get let out with geldings rather than mares. She tends to believe that she's top horse in the pasture, and both of her 'brothers' have made it easy for her to believe. She enjoys being doted upon by Archie and other humans, but she can't be trusted with children since both sides of the equation (Pfannkuchen and said Child) are unpredictable. She is best suited for adults if Archie lends her out. Pfannkuchen loves to travel and load up into the travels, mainly because she has figured out that it means they are going to competitions. She can be a mare of habit and any disruption to her routine can annoy her, especially when her treats are forgotten.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
show name • Caramel & Creme owned by • ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER barn • Blue Arces Stables age • Twelve breed • Apendix Polo Pony height • 14.3 hands discipline • Polo gender • Gelding likes • Scuffles, Running After Objects, Greeting People from the Stall, Joly and Yoga Balls, Annoying his fellow pasture mates dislikes • Being left behind on the polo field, When the yoga ball pops, When people walk by his stall and don't say hello, When Mokka and Pfannkuchen put him in his place strengths • Changing Directions, Offense and Defense weaknesses • Any forms of Balls, Home Made Horse Treats fears • Chickens, Wild Turkeys, Canadian Geese, Ducks (essentially, any sort of big bird that can spread its wings and charge him from the ground) overall personality • Waffel is the youngest of Archie's polo ponies by a year and perhaps has the loudest personality. He's the sort of gelding that seems to believe that the world revolves around him and typically gets annoyed when he's ignored. This is especially prudent when he's sitting in his stall, and he'll make his presence known. To the outsider, it looks like Archie's other two ponies appear to be haphazardly enduring him, but he does have a strong bond with his 'brother and sister'. Waffel loves to work, and when he's not working, he loves to chase around a giant inflatable ball in the pastures. He's also been known to take his stall jolly ball and try to smack people with it. The farm where he was born and bred appeared to keep birds and perhaps had a migration issues since Waffel is not particularly fond of large birds, and will do his best to turn the other way when they're around and sprint for the hills.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
show name • International Delight owned by • ARCHIBALD BARRON WAGNER barn • Blue Arces Stables age • Fifteen breed • Argentine Polo Pony height • 14 hands discipline • Polo gender • Gelding likes • Sprints, Fields, Warm Weather, Bananas, Horse 'popsicles', Getting Ahead dislikes • Cold Weather, Anything that isn't Flat, Getting Crowded (he deals, but doesn't appreciate it), Being Separated from his friends (unless it's for a match), Working outside of Games strengths • Fast Spritner, Sturdy Body weaknesses • Verbal Rewards, Bananas fears • Those weird grass eating contraptions that make loud sounds overall personality • Mokka is a sturdy little Argentine Polo pony, who is often considered lazy unless he sees that perfectly curated field of green grass awaiting before a match. He's the sort of pony that's happy sitting around in his stall or out in the field if its warm to soak up the sun. Mokka usually isn't too far from his fellow Polo Pony squad, and typically is reluctant to be separated from them. He respects Archie, but anyone else would be fair advantage to his antics should he choose to have them. Mokka tends to be unphased by almost anything, given his profession but every once in a while, something can get the best of him.
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EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE
There was a look on his cousin's face that Archie couldn't quite register, but it truthfully looked like Alexi was caught between letting him approach him and running in the other direction. It was wild to see him in person after six years of thinking that he had been kidnapped. If he had been kidnapped, it must have left him completely unphased since the young man before him looked as prim and proper as ever, even at a barn. Thankfully, he didn't seem to run away from Archie now as he finally addressed him back in German, "Hello…Archie. I attend school here,” then the gesture to follow him, "And yourself?”
It took everything in the teenager's power to not let his jaw hit the barn floor. Attending school? Here? Well shit, Alexi might be in for a surprise to discover that Leonie too attended school here. Archie scampered after his cousin though before he could be left in the dust, "You attend school here? Is someone holding you hostage in England? Archie spewed now, not in a mean sense, but a hyper sense. It was hard to wrap his brain around that Prince Alexi Büchel of Liechtenstein was here, in person, "Blink twice if the answer is yes. Your parents are still looking for you." Hopefully nobody here spoke german or else this probably would have been a very awkward conversation to behold. And then something else hit Archie like a brick to the face and he almost stopped dead in his tracks, "How does nobody know who you are?" There were so many questions to be asked, perhaps this is what it meant to have your brain running on red bull.
tag || GRIFFIN SKY KELLER || outfit || notes || I made italics BOLD as German because I am too lazy to use google translate for sentences || ▲
EIGHTEEN . POLO PLAYER . STUDENT . LGBTQ+ . SINGLE