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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Of course, Harlow would get up into it all. Granted, it appeared all the siblings of the Alenko household knew something was up. At least, it was something that Wendell could agree with Harlow on. He didn’t know how much of an advantage of emotional warfare he would get by getting Harlow to suspect things. But Wendell also didn’t want to give it all away. Mainly because he had the ears of the staff.
“I just know their arguments have gotten longer and more frequent,” he replied. “I overheard Dad on the phone a few weeks ago, something about hiding something. No idea what, but once he saw me approaching – he quickly hung up. So, something is going on, and I have no idea what.” It was seventy-five percent true. Wendell truly did not know what was happening, but the only twenty-five percent was he did know more than he was letting on.
“Did you notice anything else weird from them?” Wendell was curious to see if his sister would respond, or just tell him that she wasn’t spilling. But she started it after all
“Well, proper – we should move your horse to the wash bay,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you Sabine. I’m Wendell. How about I help you move Echo over to the washstand? It won’t be too long of a process, since it’s two people. I don’t know how your horse is with bathing and all that.” He was tempted to rub more salt into the wound of the fact she didn’t know either. But they seemed to have passed that point of the conversation anyway. Instead, he looked at her, waiting for her answer. Her horse seemed to be unaffected by the presence and conversation, which made Wendell think Echo would behave decently.
Wendell couldn’t help but still slit his eyes at Ty. “Lying behind your girlfriend’s back isn’t in good taste either,” he smirked. “But whatever.” Maybe it was because he was used to people wanting information and all that. While Wendell disliked the eldest, he wasn’t about to ruin her either. Even though he wanted to for most of their life. It was that motto of, you’re not allowed to do that, but I am – kind of thing. Wend
“We’re doing fine,” he said, curtly. Ty was nice, he could say that – but Wendell wasn’t about to extend any kind of courtesy to him. Even if Harlow tried to force him to. He had already extended the branch of even accepting this invitation. Frankly, he only did it to not be at home or work. The pain of it all.
He gave a soft smile. “I read anything and everything, though I'm currently in my Sci-fi botanical era. Also light fantasy.” Wendell had finished Moss Heart by Rebecca Mix and enjoyed it. Some would call him too old, but he was reading - wasn't he? A friend from school recommended Emily Wildes's Encyclopedia of Fairies, but the book was still too popular for him to consider purchasing it. Unlike his sister, Wendell was careful with his purchases. Sure, he would allow himself to splurge - but often read a book at the library first before purchasing. Thankfully, the Book Nook was a small business so he wasn't going to be too angry about spending money here.
“Well, there are plenty out here to kind of keep track of…” Wendell honestly was surprised he had managed to keep track of his one, but soon-to-be two. He had fallen in love with a rescue and had given the mare a test ride a few times. “Mozz? Yeah, we’ve been doing well! There’s a new clinic coming through, so we’ll probably join that for a week.”
“Like what? Harlot?” he teased back. Wendell didn’t know why, but despite not being a big fan of Harlow, he liked the banter that came with her. It was a game between all of them, to see who would crunch their nose first at an insult or something like it.
His fingers gracefully typed away at the computer for a few more minutes. He did have a job to do after all. “Yes, but Dad insisted we keep an eye on these..what he says…common folk.” Granted, none of the people who entered the hotel were common folk. There were a lot of upper-echelon people. People with big pockets and bigger egos. The common folk were the employees. At least there was no leniency with them, in his father’s eyes. However, Wendell tended to override a bit behind the scenes.
Wendell clicked around a bit more on his mouse and shrugged. It was probably true, his parents being distracted. There were a lot of heated discussions. His parents were trying to hide it, but despite the massive house – things could still be heard.
The face he gave her was non-emotional, as he shrugged again. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just don’t get in the way of the paying clientele.”
Wendell couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the change of presentation and tone in the girl’s voice. It was kind of funny as if she was caught doing something that she wasn’t supposed to. Granted, that seems to be a lot of people nowadays. But Wendell never faulted anyone for it. He wasn’t like Harlowe or his parents. Sure, there was a sneaking suspicion – but he just didn’t care enough to follow through.
He had to work hard, stifling in the laughter that almost escaped his chest when she looked at the brush with the eyes of someone who never had to pick up a broom. “Always having someone else prep your horse for you?” It kind of reminded him of how some folks never seemed to have certain bonding moments. The horse was an accessory. There were times he had witnessed his sister prep, but since Ty was in the picture – Wendell had no idea if she ever brushed her horses anymore.
“Well, are you prepping your horse for a ride? Or are you giving them a proper grooming?”
Wendell looked at the massive ticking grandfather clock in the main lobby, almost hypnotized by the large pendulum. Work had been going well, something that he found enjoyable. While he didn’t do much, he was learning a lot of new programs. Things that would benefit him in the long run. Plus, it was giving him a reason to siphon money to an account that his family knew nothing about. It’s not like his parents didn’t have any offshore accounts themselves.
As he was finishing up organizing some room keys that were dropped off earlier that morning, Wendell picked up the chaos of one of his sister’s returns. He briefly looked up and did the most massive eye-roll possible in his brain.
Heels loudly clicked towards him. She still doesn’t know how to walk in heels, he thought to himself. Fucking thunder foot.
“Hello, Harlsburg. I’m getting paid by Dad, so it still counts as getting an equal amount of allowance…you like to burn a hole through. The parents are in the lounge. I’m sure Mother would love to see all the new outfits you purchased,” he responded, noting all the massive bags staff were struggling to carry in. He would treat them to some coffee later. And not the lobby coffee.
Now why the fuck would Ty of all people ask Wendell to go on a ride? Was this going to be behind Harlow’s back? Probably. Wendell wasn’t particularly looking forward to it, but he was also curious. Not like Wendell would happily share any information if Ty wanted anything. Granted, Ty was already dumb enough to date Harlow. Was he a masochist? Was the sex that good?
He told his mother was off to exercise his horse, something she smiled and nodded at. The only few times she would show him any kind of happiness.
Wendell got his horse; Hilda from BA and it wasn’t long before he was the trailhead. The teen saw Ty and walked over, Hilda in his hand. “Hello, Ty. No bullshit. Why did you invite me out? And no lies. You’re too old for that.”
Wendell wasn't expecting himself to be at the bookstore tonight. He had finished his shift at the hotel and decided he would take public transport. Mainly because the driver was busy with his parents. And he also had a white lie about going to study for a test. Which was kind of true. Anything to not be at home right away.
He was running a finger along the spine, not looking for anything when a voice called out. “Ah, hey Kayleigh. Eh, kind of. Just trying to find something to occupy myself before I meet up with some friends.”
Summer had ended and Wendell was quite over the school year. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. Private schools just made people’s personalities worse. His parents left him no choice for it, but he only had one more year before he could get farther from them. But remain close enough to stay on their good side. If he was going to milk them for their money, why not?
He was at the barn today, an excuse to get out of another important dinner. Wendell often used horses or piano as an excuse to get out of things because he knew his parents would never say no. Silly them, being fooled. But Wendell did enjoy his music and his horses. He found silence in riding, making him quite good. His coaches just never fully understood why he didn’t want to push farther by going to clinics. Wendell didn’t want to become Harlow 2.0, and if he wanted to advance – wasn’t about to be screaming at people to help her mount.
Wendell had finished his lesson and practice. He was on his way to change when he saw a young woman with a horse that did not match with her overall… get-up. Not that it was an issue, since there were plenty of people that didn’t look the part.
“That’s quite the horse you have,” he commented. “How long have you had them?”
full name • Wendell Henry Alenko nicknames • Wendy Boy, Henry (often introduces himself as this name) age • Sixteen birthday • December 25, 2007 occupation • rider, student, hotel worker gender • male sexuality • bisexual
the appearance
face claim• Joshua Bassett
identifying features• Wendell stands at a tall, and somewhat lanky 6’-1/4” (yes, that quarter is important because his father insists it is). Unlike his older sister, Harlow, Wendell enjoys what she calls peasant clothing. Thrifting? All about it. His hair is always in a puff of brown curls, adding to his family's failed appearance. But if Wendell wants to, he will happily put some more curl-defining treatment. There are often times his mother insists he straighten his hair because his curls could make him look…like a bastard. Even though his aunt has curls.
the personality
likes • thrifting, long walks, playing piano, not being at his house, thunderstorms, sailing, camping, spicy foods, treating his staff to fun days out dislikes • his parents, his oldest sister (not like she knows he exists anyway), spending a lot of money, winter, high maintenance people strengths • dressage (because God forbid there’s more than one jumper in the family), street smart, piano, nature smart weaknesses • chili pepper chocolate (can be almost bribed with it), his middle sister, saying no to any reason to not be home, baking (attempted a few times, but decided it wasn’t for him) dreams • finally move out, go to school in some sort of science field, travel the world fears • his parents keeping him completely captive overall personality • Wendell is a young man who holds onto a lot of family trauma. But he’s smart enough to not have it eaten at him. If anything, it fuels him to keep going – playing his life like a game of chess. He’s learned how to work both sides of the coin, something his parents haven’t quite picked up on yet. Wendelle can play the perfect boy, but will happily, albeit secretly, undo the threads of the Alenko family. Mainly, because his mother desires him to carry the family line, and Wendell will quite happily use this info to get what he wants. For a child they kind of ignore them, they can manipulate them when needed.
With his friends, he’s quite chatty – often a humble young man. There are times that his privilege appears, but he acknowledges that he has it. If anything, Wendell is making sure he rides it out until he gets whatever measly (but still a massive amount) of inheritance. Even though he squirrels his money, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t want a slice of the bigger financial pie.
Other than most of his household, he views people as his equals, often chatting with people his family will often ignore. It has gained him a slew of street smarts, so in case his parents do officially cut him off – he can survive.
the history
father • Jason Kai Alenko, 56 - Hotel Mogul mother • Jana Lumi Alenko, 55 - Hotel Mogul siblings • HARLOW FREYA ALENKO , 22 - sister sleep paralysis demon -- -- Alenko, 19 - sister Unknown half-sibling possible, future saviour important people • Dr. Melora Stafford, 54 - Aunt hometown • Hickstead, UK overall history • Wendell was welcomed into the world, where it was already known he would be forgotten. Born on Christmas Day, Wendell’s birth was never celebrated, at least not by his parents and older sister. Growing up? What’s worse than a nightmare? He was taught early on that everyone is against you and you needed to slit their throats. It was as if there was a certain level of paranoia that shrouded the children of the Alenko household. One could say…a family version of the Hunger Games.
Wendell was thankfully young enough that it didn’t change him too much. But he did witness it between Harlow and the middle sister. The amount of screaming, and strands of hair being pulled. If he remembered correctly, someone needed surgery on an ear lobe from a grabbed earring. If it wasn’t over a boy, a pedigree horse, it could be over a simple eyeglance. Or the simple accusation of someone using the other's perfume.
He never partook in the battlefield, something his father deemed weak. But Wendell was secretly plotting in the background. A silent observer, he knew what his parents asked of him, and he learned the game of chess they played. But that didn’t mean he didn’t form an alliance with the second oldest. It was a hidden one, for the most part. But they did play it up, often resulting in Harlow getting some strong words at one point in her life.
While not hiding in plain sight in the family mansion, Wendell can be found at his mother’s sister’s house. Still a mansion, it was tamer. It wasn’t as white marble sterile. It actually felt like life. There, he learned a lot about the world -knowledge he would use to begin manipulating his parents.
Wendell honed his skills in piano, sailing, and dressage. Three attributes that equaled a well-cultured man in parents’ eyes. Hobbies of a rich man’s son, one could say. He convinced his mother to send him to classes that discussed science and nature because it would be useful for future hotels. However, he was getting more involved towards his goal of botany and environmental science. His camping trips were to help scout out the land, but it was to spend time with his middle sister and his aunt. Where nature healed them a bit.
He's a solid equestrian, and pushes himself when needed - but it isn’t his whole personality. Wendell happily rides at Blue Acres, only competing when he feels the need. It keeps his parents off his neck for the most part. He doesn’t like to spend his own money that he earned while working at one of the resorts but will happily find a reason to spend his parents’ money.
the role player
alias • aofie age • bee-doooo other characters • who knows anymore