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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At least the look that she caught on Ama Cadwallader's face was very subtle compared to the looks she had gotten at reception. Apparently pink was not the color to wear to an interview, but Roisin couldn't help it. She rather dress to impress and be herself rather than dress to impress and be a fake. The young woman couldn't help it if black just wasn't her muse. In the end, none of that mattered anyways.
She slid into a seat across from the beautiful blonde now at her order. Roisin could feel herself sitting on the edge of it, her back straight without the need of the back, pressing her shoulders back as well. It was her power stance, shoulders back, chest forward. The young woman didn't know why, but it always made her feel powerful, "Oh!" Well, the question was fast. They were rolling right into the interview then, "Well, I juggle a lot of things in my personal life. School. Work. Family. It's al a balancing act, which I believe is needed to be a personal assistant." Maybe she should expand upon that, "As I am certain you have a very busy schedule, between meetings, material shops, and then your own personal life appointments, I believe it will require the same amount of juggling as well as navigating how to stack them in importance, which might change from day to day."
Roisin was rather curious if Ama Cadwallader burned through a lot of personal assistants or if this spot just happened to open up by some mere miracle. She took a deep breath, uncertain if her next statement wasn't about to go too far, "I'll be honest, I am hoping to learn a lot from you. Not in the fashion sense, but from a PR perspective. These are the skills I'm really hoping to cultivate under you while still helping out with your needs."
She must have caught the other girl by surprise, given her awkward turn in the water and then shielding her eyes from the sun. Roisin seemed to be doing that a lot lately, but at the end of the day, it never hurt anyone. As the recognition on Tenaya's face became apparent, the young woman beamed her a smile, "Well, the town is honored to see you outside the confines of the ranch!" The ranch hands always felt like unicorns out in the wild, it felt like it wasn't often that Roisin spotted one. She got it though, they had everything they needed at the ranch, so why leave? At least this time, it was outside of buying a ton of apples.
Laughter bubbled up in her when Tenaya asked her how she managed to get out of work this time, guess her reputation followed her around. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, Roisin couldn't decide. But she knew well enough that Tenaya Holland didn't mean anything by it, "I got up at the crack of dawn to help out in the orchards, so I figured after a few hours, I could barter my way out of it." She probably had whined a bit too much, so her parents set her free for the day, but hey, Roisin knew she had put in some good, hard labor on their account. The least they could do was let her soak and sunbathe at the pool.
She placed her stuff on one of the pool lounge chairs now, shedding herself of her wrap before returning to the edge of the pool now and lowering herself onto the edge, allowing her feet to dangle into the cool water. It already felt wonderful in this horrendous heat. Blue eyes looked to the older woman now and smiled, "I'm doing well! I know the orchards will be busy soon because of the picking season. Thankfully, my parents are still allowing me to take two classes at the University though. So I'll have quite the balancing act soon." Still, it was a challenge that she relished, "What about you?" The young woman had no doubt that Tenaya would just talk about work, that was the basis of every single conversation she seemed to have, but Roisin figured she'd ask politely before needling around.
The squeal that escaped her best friend's lips merely made her laugh, and she couldn't even finish her sentence before Tally Caufield was pulling her into quite the bear hug: "Don't ever leave me again!" She had quite the surprising amount of strength for a seventeen year old, "Deal! Nobody can keep me from you!" Roisin squealed back, returning the hug before managing to finish the rest of her greeting. Once the release came, she stepped across the door frame and into Tally's room - which, quite frankly, sorta felt like a second home to her - the unofficial roommate.
She slipped off her shoes at the door and put them off to the side with her bag as she listened to her best friend speak. Blue eyes glanced over at Tally now, "I take it your week was as long as mine? Who do I need to beat up?" Roisin asked jokingly, or was she joking? Who knew. She'd defend her friend like no other, like she was family, and that was saying something. Nevermind that Tally had an older brother and possibly an even more terrifying looking dad to make people second guess about double crossing her. Still, a grin spread across her face, "I brought some potential outfits, but I never say no to raiding your closet!" Even though the two of them had vastly different figures, they always seemed to manage it when it came to borrowing, and the occasional steel.
"What are we feeling tonight anyways, Tally? Campus parties? The clubs? A little bit of both?" That may define the outfits of the night anyways. Roisin naturally made her way to the closet now, dramatically flinging it open, "Ughs, your stuff is always so pretty, it blinds me with jealousy."
As Roisin approached the other girl now, it became clear that she had been working on something under the shade of the tree. The glint of a needle became clear, followed by the wince on Maeve's face. That action alone made Roisin cringe inwardly herself, she knew that face well, given how many times she had stabbed herself attempting to fix up second hand luxury, "Ah! Sorry. Had I known you were working with needles, I wouldn't have been so...exuberant in my yelling." Thankfully though, none of that had deterred Maeve from giving her permission to join her.
She dropped her bag with an unceremoinious thump, before she sat down now, stretching out her legs as she leaned back on her hands. If it weren't the fact that this was the campus grounds, one might have thought Roisin Malloy was camping out on a beach, "I don't know. I feel like that course taught me that while I am creative, I am not creative with words." She said with a grin now, her blue eyes glancing over the embroidery craft in Maeve's hands now, "Is that a fun project or a school project?" Roisin inquired now, figuring it could be either. It looked like the sort of thing her sister would like to do if she wasn't so clumsy with dangerous or fragile things.
Well clearly this girl could dish out just like Roisin can, "Okay okay, I deserve that." At least it was a work uniform though, meaning it was forced upon her rather than it was really her fashion sense. At least the wrong foot that they had gotten off on turned to a good foot as the other young woman introduced herself as Zola now, "Pleasure to meet you too, Zola."
She lightened up when Zola informed her that she was going to a gala, "A gala! Oh! That's so exciting. I'm quite jealous," and Roisin really did mean that, "Ughs, I would love the opportunity to waltz around in a fancy dress." It was odd to think of a gala as cocktail, but what did she know? All what Roisin really had to go off of was what she saw in Vogue and other such magazines. Blue eyes watched as Zola's hands moved away from the tulle (thank goodness) and onto silk, "Ooo, that's a pretty color. Silk's more breathable also."
Roisin started pulling off a few dresses off of the track now, pretty much acting like she belonged there now, certain she could figure out how to help Zola out, "How do we feel about showing off figure?" She, personally, loved to do it, but the young woman knew not everyone liked to do such things, "Are you going with anyone?"
"A gift? A gift?!" Roisin asked now, her eyebrows shooting up in utter surprised. Her blue eyes looked at her sister, who looked utterly grumpy by the whole thing, waving her hand about explaining why she even had it, "Your phone was a century old. I don't blame it for ending it's life." The fact that Daisy had yet to expand on who gave her such a gift started to annoy the young woman, but before she could pester her even more, her sister decided to make a subtle dig.
She would not give her the satisfaction of a cringe over being caught, which quite frankly, was unfair given that there had been a shiny, brand new phone that had distracted her from making her final pathway to her bed, "I was hanging out with Tally. It's no big deal, Daisy." Roisin shrugged her shoulders for added affect to her nonchallant attitude, "Besides," she added impatiently now, "There are more important matters to attend to, such as, who gave you this phone? Do you know how expensive this is? Do you have a sugar daddy or mama that you're not telling us about?" That defilingly seemed far more interesting to her than what Roisin was doing sneaking in at this hour.
Blue eyes peered down at the phone one more time, "98 percent. It's nearly there." She slid into the chair now, too hopped up on excitement over the phone and perhaps Daisy's sudden 'friend' than to care about going up stairs. Greedily, she reached across the table now to snag a cookie, "So spill everything. I want to know. This phone isn't going to distract me from not getting details out of you."
It had been a Friday evening and all what Roisin Malloy knew was that she didn't want to go home to the farm, she still wanted to stay out in the city. So she had concocted some fib about how she needed to stay late to help out Tally with a project at the library, and that they shouldn't expect her home until after hours. Of course, Roisin wasn't at the library with Tally, she was at R&R Nightclub in downtown Hickstead, sitting at the bar with a FLUTTER-BY cocktail. It's lavender hue mixed with rocks and sparkles sang to her, the cold steam wafting out of the glass from the temperature of the club. The young woman knew she should watch her pace, it was the sort of drink she could knock back seven times before realizing that she wouldn't know how to get home or cover her tracks.
She played with the straw, allowing the flower to dance in the drink before her blue eyes looked out on the dance floor and to the faces in the crowds. Unfortunately for her, her best friend Tally Caufield actually did have a project that she needed to work on, which kept her at the University on a friday night, leaving Roisin up to her own devices. Sometimes that could be dangerous. A bored Roisin Malloy could often spell disaster or fun, depending on how someone looked at it. The young woman liked to think though that she didn't have a horrid reputation - it's not as if she were mean, nor was she sloppy. She was just...fleeting. Nobody ever seemed to keep up with her, other than Tally, of course, but Tally was her best friend and, well, straight.
A heavy and dramatic sigh escaped Roisin now, as she glanced back at her drink. Why was it so hard to meet girls? They literally littered half of the population of Hickstead, if not more so than men, and yet, nothing, it was a barren wasteland to Roisin. Was it her? Was she picky? Was it the fact that lead a double life? Surely not. There was no way that Roisin Malloy was at fault for being single, it was the other people. She placed pink lips on her straw now, taking a sip of her drink when a voice cut through: "Looks like they went all out. How does that taste?” Blue eyes looked to the owner of the voice now, a girl, maybe her age. Funny, Roisin had never seen her before, because she would remember a face like that, "It's sinfully delicious," Roisin said with a smile, "I'm Roisin by the way, if you want to stay around and order one. It's the Flutter-By. I could use the company."
The weekend was here! Midterms had certainly made the week felt like it was forever eternal and drag like molasses in the winter time, but now, freedom. Roisin Malloy, for one, could not wait. The biggest parties of spring semester would be upon them in a matter of hours - well, that is, once Roisin got herself back to campus, which she did, like a professional. She packed a weekender bag, stuffing it to the brim with everything that she needed in order to live like a bum in her best friend's dorm room, and made her way to campus.
It was funny being back, given that she had literally only just been there a mere two hours ago. Normally, if Roisin was being sneaky, she might have just stayed put instead of going home - but Roisin planned on partying all weekend. Plus, honestly, she didn't want to see a text book at all, even one poking out from her school bag. Everyone in her family sounded busy - some big farmers society thing was coming up - so surely, they wouldn't miss her given the young woman never wanted to attend such banquettes anyways. There wasn't anything that could possibly happen while she was away - besides, wasn't Daisy macking on some guy anyways?
Rolling up to the girls dorm rooms now, Daisy flashed her ID to get inside, unlocking the mechanism. She walked down the hallway til she spotted the familiar door and knocked on the door. Sure enough, the door opened and the face of Talullah Caufield greeted her, "Girl," Roisin said with a grin now, "Are you ready to party it up this weekend? Please tell me you picked out your outfits already."
It was hard to believe that summer had come and gone - the long days would be coming to an end along with the warm weather, traded in for the typical Hickstead Fall. Roisin Malloy didn't mind the incoming weather, but she would miss the summer time, if only for the chance to show off. Fall was also the busiest time of year for the Malloy Family due to the apples. Apple Picking. Apple Canning. Apple everything. The farm store got crowded as well, which meant more work for her and less time to hang around with her university friends or downtown. Perhaps that's what annoyed the young woman the most.
There was nothing that she would be able to do about it though - until she graduated and went out on her own dreams, Roisin was stuck working with her family. Some days she didn't mind, given they were her family and despite their differences, she loved them, but most of the time, Roisin didn't want to be there. She just didn't have the genes, it skipped her, maybe because genetics knew she was the end of the line. If there was one thing the young woman was good at though, it was shrugging off her responsibilities. So, she was off to the pool with a big travel bag stuffed with her towel, a huge water bottle, some snacks, and a new book to enjoy for the time being.
Liam wouldn't give her the truck, so she had nagged and annoyed him until he caved in to at least give her a ride to the pool. Getting out of the car, she said her good byes and walked off. The smell of chlorine hit her, along with sunny skies to warm her body. Roisin couldn't wait to strip down to her bathing suit. Blue eyes were taking in the empty lounge chairs, when she caught a familiar face who had just left her stuff and dipped into the pool now: Tenaya Holland. Roisin wasn't friends with the ranch hand per say, but she knew her well enough from the bulk apple buys for treats for the horses and cows, "Tenaya!" She called out now, stepping up to the edge of the pool, "Guess I wasn't the only one who wanted to enjoy the last of summer. Didn't know that the ranch let you people escape the boundaries."
Roisin Malloy couldn't believe the warm spell that had taken over the day, and it just happened to be a day that she had class at University. But now that class was over, and the sun was shinning on the quad, the young woman had a lack of desire to return home. She wanted to hang out, she wanted to do something, or maybe just sit and enjoy the sun. Who knows. All what Roisin knew was that she would figure something out. Glancing at the time, the young woman knew she had at least an hour to kill before Talullah Caufield, her best friend, got out of her class. Soaking up the sun it was, and she knew the best place to go.
Packing up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and escaped what felt like the stuffy cage that was the business building. Bright sunshine and crisp air greeted her, already bringing a smile to her face as she hiked across the quad. There was one tree in particular that had the perfect foliage, that gave a good mix of sunshine and shade, not to mention, it was great for photos. As Roisin approached it now, it would appear that she was not the only young woman who wanted to spend some time under the shade of the trees to enjoy the day. Blue eyes spotted a familiar face now, and she offered a smile, "Hey!" Roisin called out now, and once the distance between them was closed, she continued on, "Maeve O'Doyle, right? Roisin Malloy - We shared intro to creative writing together last semester. Mind if I join you? I'm killing time til my friend gets out of her class."
It wasn't very often that Roisin Malloy found herself a little jittery, but she supposed there was a first for everything as she sat in the waiting room of one Amaryllis Cadwaller - owner and designer of Bel Amor. She did her best to keep still, desperately attempting to not fidget as a well dressed secretary sat coolly across the room, typing away. Why was here, you may ask? Because she had been dumb enough to allow her professor from University talk her into applying for a PA opening. Good experience. Great insight into PR - her dream job post school. It was a leap that the young woman was ready to take, save for the nerves that ate away at her given the gauntlet that she faced.
Roisin considered herself lucky that she had gotten a call to even secure herself an interview, given that her resume was cobbled together from one off favors for professors and admin at the University and her family's Orchard work. A cringe nearly escaped her at the thought of her family and their humble roots, unaware that Roisin was even going out for a new job. That didn't matter though, not to her, and it was simply another bridge she would cross when she got to it. There was no point in fretting over something that hadn't happened yet, and Roisin knew she had some stiff competition from some of her other classmates that applied - ones with loaded resumes backed by daddy and mummies with cash and inner circles.
The secretary looked up now from her computer, beckoning Roisin to join her. It was that time. Hot air blew from her lips, as if letting out all of her anxieties as she pushed herself to her feet now and followed the woman. She watched those perfectly manicured nails wrap on the door, the soft exchange of words, before the well dressed woman stepped aside for her to go in. Roisin straighten her posture, 'Remember, you belong here,' and with that thought in mind, the young woman crossed the threshold with her power walk. Blue eyes caught sight of Ama Cadwallader immediately, "Miss Cadwallader," she greeted now, "I am honored to have this interview with you."
Roisin Malloy knew she was a glutton for punishment as she waltzed into Bel Amour knowing fully well she could not afford this season's fashions. Heck, she could only afford last seasons and clearance, and that was when she scrapped enough from her family job to afford the purchases, but it never stopped her from coming in just to stare. Thankfully, she did it enough by now that the store employees didn't mind. They probably found her utterly annoying given she hardly ever purchased, but Roisin didn't care - she did want she wanted, and never caused a scene or ruined everything.
Blue eyes caught sight of this spring's cocktail dress line up and she was automatically drawn the array of colors - pastels that covered the scale of a rainbow in all sorts of fabrics and designs. Straightening herself up, and pushing her shoulders back, Roisin marched right over like she belonged. While she tried best to not touch every dress, ones with specific colors or cuts automatically pulled her in for closer inspection. Her brain was locked in work, cataloging the ones she hopped would be passed over for the season and ended up on the desperate to offload for 80% rack at the start of summer season.
She had been so enamored with her fun, that the young woman didn't realize that someone was standing right besides her looking over dresses as well. In fact, the other young woman might have gone completely ignored by Roisin Malloy if it weren't for the fact that she spoke up and a tiny voice in the back of her brain informed her that a question was being asked. Blue eyes glanced over now at the girl, dressed from head to toe in black. It was tempting to ask her if she realized she was in a fashion store over a poetry society reading, but Roisin held back, if only for how utterly lost the girl looked in a sea of rainbow, "It is, but, the way you're dressed, you don't strike me as a tulle girl." Okay, so much for holding back, "Sorry. What event are you going to? Maybe...I can help you. I'm Roisin by the way."