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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Pey was up early, not an unusual feat for her. She quite often hosted an early morning yoga class at the gym to help get her students day starter right, as well as her own. If it wasn't a class, she often got up anyway to do her own yoga session. She wasn't one to enjoy going out for a jog, she really had to be cajoled into that kind of bullshit. She didn't have a class today but she'd felt the need for a nice long yoga session, stretching out the kinks in her body that Dodger's antics last night had incited. Her lips curled into a smile at the thought of last night, and she shook it off with a shake of her head, rolling up her mat and putting it out the way so she could start on breakfast.
She was not the best cook by any means, but she had a handful of recipes in her arsenal that she did well enough and breakfast was a specialty. Pey was not one of those kinds of girls that starved herself for aesthetic. Sometimes she got busy and forgot, but that was just how it went. Hunting through the fridge, she gathered what she needed and set about cooking the sausages and bacon. She'd picked up some items the other day so she knew she'd at least be able to get a breakfast cooked before she had to get to work - and Dodger. What man didn't like a nice hearty fry up to start the day?
She let out a smirk as he snorted, a sexy one at that - she didn't do creepy or sarcastic. ”Okay yes. . but no.” Peyton's smile widened, flashing her set of straight white teeth. "An interesting answer." She teased, laying a hand on his arm. It felt a little like possession, but it wasn't. She was just very good at this kind of thing, she had her way of working - though she didn't feel she had to 'work' Dodger exactly, given their history and current ... Entanglement.
”If you think Jameson’s is good then yes.” Peyton tilted her head in consideration, her hair slipping forward over her shoulder at the motion. "Hmmmm, I guess if that's all your offering... I'll take it." She let out a laugh and took the offered arm with a quick wink, tucking herself into his warm and secure side. "How chivalrous of you," She noted, with a raise on an eyebrow.
She let out a laugh at his look, unable to help himself. She had to admit, he was her favourite conquest so far - she'd expected a pretty face and not my brain behind the eyes when she'd first picked him out, but actually there was a pretty mouth to go with the face, and she enjoyed it. It was much more satisfying when you could tease with your words as much as your body, it added to the foreplay - made it all the sweeter. After all, a lot of the excitement came from the anticipation and the teasing.
"Oh she did. Joe was a fool to let a woman like that slip through his fingers." An eyebrow arched, curiosity piqued as she glanced at him again. "A murderous psycho?" She joked, though she knew it wasn't that part he was talking about; more about her being his equal, for being on his wavelength. Dodger was one of the first she might say to be her equal, they were just so on the same page about life - no commitment, no promises, no deep conversations, just flirting, banter, light hearted stuff, and plenty of sex. It was perfect. "I unfortunately can only offer you a white or black boxer show paired with some whiskey." Pey let out a disappointed sigh but it was no great loss, if anything it sounded pretty decent to her. "I suppose I'll have to take what I can get, so long as it's only the good whiskey."
It's a good thing I have more exciting roles in mind then. You want less dirty talk? I suppose I can oblige..how vanilla of you 😉 Make it fast, for every minute you take I'm putting on another item of clothing...
Not even roleplay? Perhaps next time I'll take you with me then.. for the bag holding - I don't need second opinions. I don't think I'd want to touch the kind of whistle you're comparing yourself to. What time can you come over later? I'll let you in on a private show.
I didn't think you'd want to play boyfriend and hold my bags, but next time I'll be sure to mail you an invite Would I do such a thing? I think your mind is dirtier than mine, but I'll do my best to corrupt it! What do you think? Keep or return?
Her smile widened as he eye roll, enjoying their playful back and forth as she always did. It was rare for a man to keep her attention in such a way but Dodger had done well to do so - and not just that, but she still wanted to come back for more. It wasn't just how it was in the sack - though she had to admit he was one of the best she'd had in that department - but his easy going nature, there were still no strings, no drama, no expectations, but he was fun to be around as a person, and sweet without feeling like there was additional meaning behind it. She felt she had found a kindred spirit in him, that he was the same as her and that was why it worked so well between them. She didn't want more still, this was enough for her - this was perfect - but she did sometimes wonder how she had managed to fine someone that fit her mould just so well.
”Only half a draw? Ooh you tease.” Peyton laughed softly and raised a brow slightly. "You think that's teasing? I've got news for you.." She joked, thinking of the ways she normally enjoyed teasing him and it didn't involve drawer space. ”a draw full of sexy lingerie? Well this I have to see.” Peyton laughed again and gave him a cheeky look, thinking of the lingerie she did have tucked away - he'd seen some of it but she could always get out some pieces that he hadn't yet seen. "More than one drawer, you can never have too much," Pey winked. ”Very philosophical” A small shrug at that, she knew a lot of people didn't like it - and she wasn't all 'woo woo' and crystals but she was knew she surprised people by believing in a bigger power and that they were just one small blip in a world much bigger than them. It was partly why she lived her life to the fullest.
She fell into step with him easily as they headed back for the beach, tilting her head up to look at him as he looked down on her. ”True. .but look how that turned out in the end.” She inclined her head, "touche," she agreed, the corner of her lips pulling up, "but she gave as good as she got," She reminded him - and she was pretty sure Love's body count may have been higher than Joe's. "I hope you have a good night cap at yours to offer me.. or your own sexy lingerie show?" She teased.
”my oh my, the peyton la blanc, would give me my very own underwear draw? Well I’ll be damned.” She laughed at that, a carefree sound that was taken by the wind. She enjoyed Dodger's sense of humour, he just seemed to bounce off of her a lot better than some guys's she'd met. She rarely bothered to fake anything when it came to men, but she did if she felt the need to - or the want to. If she wanted to take a guy to bed because he looked good but his jokes were shit, she'd still laugh and seduce him with her charms, but she didn't need that bullshit with Dodger - it was refreshing. "I never said you could have the whole drawer," She corrected him with a sly smile. "I don't know if I can spare the room," She winked. A whole drawer sound scary enough, making room for someone else to start putting in their things, let alone anything more. Her flat was just the way she liked it.
She followed his turn of head to the water once again. ”I feel that when I’m in the water, like in a moment’s notice, the waves can change and you could suddenly be half a mile from the beach. .makes you realise you’re not invincible.” Peyton smiled at the image of it, "There is infinite more power out there than the both of us - fate and karma have as much to play in the world as mother nature." She didn't believe in star signs and all that bollocks, but fate and karma she'd seen work first hand. ”Exactly.” She grinned again, her expression softening slightly at the adorable little dog at his feet. Pey tuned toward him. ”Oh really? What if I’m the bad guy that usually lurks in alley’s? Haven’t you watched ‘you’? It’s always the guy you don’t suspect.” A roll of her eyes as she went to slide her arm politely into the crook of his elbow. "And whose to say I'm not Love?" She tilted her head and smiled up at him.
His answering grin made her lips widen in response, turning her head so she could watch him as he came to rest against the railings beside her, her long dark hair fell forward over her shoulder at the motion - loose and light curling as it had dried from her earlier shower. ”Careful what you wish for, fast forward to next year and you’ll be waking up in my bed with a toothbrush in the bathroom” Peyton laughed this time and gave a light shudder, as though the idea was concerning. "Who's to say you won't be waking up in mine?" she joked in response, "with more than a toothbrush in the bathroom," and though she was useless at relationships and the idea of it made her run for the hills, she could almost see it with someone like him, could see the appeal.. until she remembered how much they both hated commitment and enjoyed screwing around.
”I get that, one of the reasons I like coming here early in the morning, it’s always empty.” Peyton smiled, a softer one than her grin, glad that he got where she was coming from. She could have her moments of oddness - in some people's eyes. She was a social person, and she loved being around people, being busy and being out, but she did love her personal space too, and sometimes her brain got all busy and she needed a reset - somewhere peaceful to settle it. It was something she'd learned from the army from her brief stint there. But she hadn't wanted to work it out. "It's the best when it's empty, there's something about the ocean that makes you feel small, like there's so much more important than just you..." She mused quietly, and then she shook it off.
Her gaze followed his nod to the dog and she let out a light laugh, grasping his insinuation immediately. ”Ah that’s what Max is for, those teeth on someone’s ankles, oof better get running. Ah well in that case, maybe you’d better walk me home, keep me safe from those that lurk in dark alleys.” She reached down to offer Max her hand to sniff before she went to scratch him gently behind the ears. "Hit them where it hurts - fell them at the ankles, and then he can get to the throat." She laughed again and stood up once more. "I will pretend that wasn't a less-than-subtle come on, and I'll walk you home.. but I can't promise you'll be safe," Her expression darkened slightly and she winked at him, holding his gaze. Damn Dodger, there was something about him that had her coming back for more everything fucking time.
She watched him re-attach the dog, staying put where she was at the railings and letting him come closer to her. ”Only if you promise not to lure me to my doom.” Her lips pulled into a wider smile, and she tilted her head as if considering the idea. "I can't promise that, I might want to keep you forever," Her voice was teasing, knowing that neither of them were the type to hold onto things for long. She shifted, straightening her back slightly to ease the tension that had settled there was her position. She could actually sing, though it had always only been for fun, no lounge singing in her future.
”What brings you out so late?” Peyton gave a small shrug and glanced out to the tranquility of the ocean at night. "I was feeling restless," She wrinkled her nose slightly, it was a feeling she was very familiar with but she didn't always enjoy it. "I didn't feel like crowds today, just wanted to come somewhere peaceful I could breath." God was that cringey? She didn't tend to do these kinds of conversations, especially with men. She laughed slightly and gave a small shake of her head, "Anyway, isn't it late to be out walking all by yourself? Careful of those dark alleys."
She was in her own little world as she stood there, letting her brain switch off so that she could try to wind down and sleep. It was hard on nights like this, when her brain seemed to go a million miles an hour and it was hard to settle. She would never be able to sleep right now, and though it was frustrating at least the view was pretty and the night was clear. A few people strolled past behind her but she paid them no mind, it was unlikely someone would run up and try to shove her over the edge - and if they did she hoped they used a pretty picture of her in the newspaper.
”The rumours are true then, you are a siren.” His voice brought her out of her reverie with faint surprise, an easy quirk of her lips in a little smile as she blinked and turned her head to see him. She guessed she probably had looked a bit like a figurehead of a ship standing right at the edge like that on her own. Maybe it was weird but she didn't care about what others thought. "Does that make you my jolly sailor bold?" She queried, tilting her head in a luring manner, though she didn't think he would enjoy her singing voice quite the same as a sirens.
Peyton smiled to herself as she reached the pier. She already had her strappy sandals hooked in her fingers and resting over a shoulder. It was late, and most people had gone to bed - rightly so - at nearly 11pm on a Thursday night, people had school and work the next day, and the lure of the beach had worn off hours ago. Peyton was wide awake however. She had no work the next day, and she'd been lounging at home when the restless need to get out of the four walls had hit her. She didn't fancy exercise, the gym or a run hadn't inspired her, and neither had a drink at the bar. She didn't want a press of people, she wanted space, and clean air to breathe.
So she found herself here, at the pier. She'd spent a good hour wandering along the beach down below, letting the sand crush beneath her toes. It was surprisingly warm, and she wore a mid-length floaty skirt and a crop top, her skin cool in the Spring evening air but not cold, despite the bare legs and midriff. She had said a passing hello to the only other people on her way to the end, and now she found herself right at the bow of the pier, leaning easily against the rails as she allowed herself to just relax and take in the moment, eyes following the flashing ship lights on the horizon.
GENDER: lady AGE: twenty-three D.O.B: 23rd november SEXUALITY: bisexual STATUS: dating PLAY-BY: adriana lima HEIGHT: 5ft8 HAIR: dark brown/near black EYES: blue
"I WATCH YOUR BURN THIS PLACE TO ASHES"
TATTOOS: none SCARS: none DRINK: yes frequently SMOKE: on occasion - usually socially DRIVE: yes GLASSES: no HOME: flat 32, woodbain flats BORN AND RAISED: ireland
"MOVE YOUR ASS AND RAISE A GLASS TO HOW"
firecracker, get up and go person, impatient, struggles to sit down and wait, impulsive, spontaneous, flirtatious, a minx, will flirt with anyone she finds attractive, party animal, into dancing and drinking, enjoys having a good time, light hearted, easy going most of the time, easy to have fun with, feisty, not the easiest person to get in a shouting match with, quick witted, quick to bite back when feeling threatened, sharp tongued, intuitive, surprisingly understanding as to other people's emotions but can ignore them in favour of being blunt, stubborn, can't persuade her into doing something she won't do, strong willed, head strong, hard to make her see your point of view if she's irritated or trying to prove a point, guarded, struggles to let people in, hard shell - doesn't let things get to her, has a lot of defenses up to avoid getting hurt by people, protective, honest, rarely lies, sometimes too brutal with the truth, thoughtful, will try to make people feel better if they're down, athletic, super sporty, struggles to do the whole 'chill out' at home thing unless she's with good friends.
LIKES: parties , pulling all nighters , yoga , sunsets , healthy foods , being impulsive , good looking people , her horses , competing , being a daredevil , trying new things , paint-balling , gymnastics , six packs , gross tasting shots DISLIKES: school , being vanilla , self-righteousness , being bored , television soaps , maths , predictability , girls who are all pure , over-religious freaks , bitching , cooking . guys with long hair , unkempt beards (stubble yes, full bears no) , thunderstorms , losing STRENGTHS: paintball , sports - she's very athletic , spontaneous and impulsive , strong - both physically and emotionally , supportive , protective and has tough skin , good horse-rider , doesn't let the bad stuff get to her , productive WEAKNESSES: good looking people and cockiness/confidence , being dared - she will always say yes , stubborn at the best of times , her right knee - she injured it once and sometimes it plays up , opening up - she struggles to express her feelings , struggles to sit still sometimes , can often jump the gun with things and stick her foot in. FEARS: her parents will never forgive her for being a difficult child , she'll injure herself past repair with her constant 'get up and go-ness' , losing people , opening up to someone , falling in love - it scares her SECRETS: is often quite hard on herself whenever she fails at something , injured her knee in gymnastics once and it still plays up but she won't tell people when it is , wants to travel
"YOU LOVE TO MISBEHAVE, BABY, BE MY"
STATUS IN SOCIETY: middle class OCCUPATION: part time gymnast, yoga instructor EXPERTISE: yoga , health and fitness , survival techniques , hand to hand combat , shooting WEALTH: comfortable enough PROUDEST MOMENT: she has many, most of them are to do with accomplishments in the army or with her horses or gymnastics - the first time she threw down a fellow soldier and bested them in hand to hand combat, or the first ribbon she won on each of her horses, or mastering a difficult move in yoga, or managing to get her box splits in gymnastics. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: when one of the sergeants taught her a lesson. she was mouthing off and being cocky, thinking she could do one of the difficult assault courses in under a set time. not only did she not make the time, but they deliberately stopped her on the zip line so that she had to drop into the mud and swim to the side. she was often taught lessons him humility.
"ADDITION, MY PRESCRIPTION, BABY"
FATHER(S): thomas whilliam la blanc - 56 - manager of a firm MOTHER(S): amanda lisa la blanc - 53 - secretary STEP-PARENT(S): none OTHER HALF: unwittingly dating DODGER OLIVER BLAKE - 26 - mechanic SIBLINGS: none CHILDREN: none
peyton was born one wintry november evening, and perhaps it would have been a warning to her parents that the thunderstorm outside might be an indication of the daughter they carried so carefully in their arms. she was a difficult baby right from the off, crying all the time and often for no reason, crawling all over the place, almost down the stairs at one point. once she could hold a crayon she was all over the walls, and as soon as she was on her feet it was a damn issue trying to keep her in the house let alone her bedroom and playing with her toys. her parents struggled greatly, yelling at each other, yelling at her, exhausted, underweight and really really struggling to keep it together. peyton was diagnosed eventually as having adhd, but knowing the issue didn't always help. her parents struggled to keep her interest and focus and stop her from focusing her attention elsewhere. they couldn't control her, and it was damn lucky that they didn't have another child to deal with.
when she was five, they tried putting her into clubs with her school, but she wasn't interested in arts and often made trouble with the other kids, she was hard to keep in control due to her parents lack of authority from the beginning and therefore teachers struggled too. eventually they discovered gymnastics, and when peyton didn't completely throw a fit or despise the activity they realised they may have finally found something to help her. the teacher - mrs. swanson - was kind and sweet, and always managed to get peyton to focus and work hard. she had a quiet authority which the young child could relate to and therefore did not act out so much, and she progressed rapidly. as she grew older she became better, however her school work always suffered. the teachers didn't know how to deal with her, and the moment a teacher made a bad impression upon peyton then often she would no longer pay them any attention within their classes.
as she went to secondary school and turned fourteen a few years later it all got worse. whilst she had progressed incredibly at gymnastics, her school work was going down the drain. she continued to act out in classes, refused to work properly, often never focused and disrupted the class so much that she was usually taken out of them. it wasn't entirely her fault, she struggled and she did try to focus and pay attention but her head thought otherwise and she couldn't do it. she thrived in sports but only because it involved high activity, unlike maths which she barely attended anymore anyway. she soon discovered alcohol, falling into the wrong crowd and going out to parties frequently, often not coming home till late or not at all, getting drunk, flirting and eventually sleeping with guys well before her sixteenth birthday. she wasn't a bad girl exactly, she just stopped caring about school. the only thing she ever focused on anymore was her gymnastics.
when she got to sixteen she dropped out before her exams, much to her parents anger. they didn't understand and they had always struggled to support her and keep her going. instead she said she wanted to join the army, and they reluctantly allowed her to, thinking it might help her get her condition under control. she survived it for two years. she loved the training, the physical exercise of it gave her a thrill, the courses gave her a rush and she was always up for it. even the combat was fun, but the idea of war was not so pleasant. she could throw a fellow trainee down in the mud in hand-to-hand combat, but she doubted she could shoot a stranger in the face. she was sent out only once to the front line and though she did the job she hated every second and in the end requested to leave early. she knew it wasn't for her and so she left, returning home with more control over herself. the army had taught her a lot, but now she was back in hickstead she grew restless. upon working hard at the gym one day she discovered yoga, and upon several years of practise she became a yoga instructor, loving that it helped her find peace and control. she returned part time to gymnastics and found she had enough money to move into her own flat and begin her own life.