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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it had been a heck of a night. there must have been something in the air because it seemed that people wanted to cause more trouble than they just wanted to have fun. it had been a night of asking people to leave nice, not letting them back in the club when they tried to sneak their way back in and telling them to bugger off and sleep it off. the only thing that made it a decent night was the people he worked with, the music he could just hear outside the doors and the drinks that were supplied by the waitresses to them through the night. mostly soft drinks but there were a few sneaky beers snuck in every now and again to make working on the door fun. it hadn't really helped because at last call for drinks and when the music had been turned off and the lights turned on, they'd had to physically eject someone who was trying to demand drinks from the bartenders after they'd said they couldn't serve him anymore. he'd tried to lay his hands on the girl so he'd been thrown out, not too kindly onto the cement outside the club with the door shut behind him.
it was about an hour later that he waved goodbye to his fellow bar workers and he started walking to where he'd parked his car. he'd been a little late to his shift so he'd needed to park a little further away but it didn't worry him. normally by now everyone who'd been skulking around the club had moved onto greener pastures or at least gone to find more alcohol and greasy food to soak up what they'd drunk. he could go for a cheeseburger or something himself but he had to go home and fall into bed so he could be up in four hours to go ride his horses and teach a few lessons at BA. it was his worst weekend for hours but it was decent pay tonight and he couldn't turn down the opportunity to work the night shift and make a decent chunk of money for it.
he turned the corner to where his car was and he started to feel around his pocket for his keys, which turned out to be a mistake. while he'd been distracted and turning the corner, all of a sudden a fist met his face and because he'd had no time to prepare or get ready to defend himself he found himself stumbling back, falling to the ground and while he'd had the sense to cover his face with his hands, it was two pairs of boots that found and made contact with his ribs, just about blinding him from the pain and knocking the wind out of him in the process. he couldn't do anything but try to use his arms to protect himself but the boots kicked where they could reach, face, the back of his head, his back and his chest all copped a battering. suddenly those boots were scurrying away from him and he blinked in the darkness, wondering if they'd just gotten bored or if something had scared them away, either way he was glad. he coughed and curled onto his side a little, his hand gripping his ribs as they pained him with the movment.
After the "break up", if one could call it that, between her and Alisha and being roommates, Wynter Moriarty had decided that she had needed a nights out with some of her friends and teammates to party the night away. But like all good nights, they must come to an end. So as they all went their separate ways, Wynter found herself walking back to the university with a paper bag stuffed with a Big Mac and Large Fry. While she wasn't drunk, she wasn't exactly sober either. One of her friends informed her that she could crash with her for the night and that their roommate didn't mind, but Wynter decided that she would just pass out in the common room when she got back to the University. That way, she didn't wake up anybody and she refused to spent another night with Alisha prior to moving out, which would be her goal for tomorrow...or was it today, just a few hours later?
Shrugging off her thoughts, the young woman made her way down the street when her hazel eyes caught sight of somebody at the end of the block, just waiting. Well, that was strange. She felt her one hand grip the bag a little tighter and then her other hand started digging around blindly in her purse, looking for her phone. Why is it that purses suddenly became bottomless black holes when you needed your phone the most. Maybe it was nothing, maybe she was panicking for nothing. Naturally, right as that thought occurred to her, some poor guy walked around the corner and suspicious figure attacked him. Wynter stopped right in her tracks, stunned for a moment. It probably was eons for that guy on the ground before she snapped to her senses, "OI! I'm fucking calling 999 right now and then coming over to beat the shit out of you!" How very stereotypical American of her, assert dominance and deal with consequences later. Thankfully, there would be no ass kicking from her needed, as that threat alone seemed to be enough with the figure sprinting off.
Wynter ran over to the guy on the ground now, to the best that her mildly wobbly legs could take her before peering over him. He looked like he was nearly in curled into the perfect ball, gripping his ribs. Shit, were they broken? Well, fucking do something Wynter, "Are you alive? Do you need me to call 999?" What a stupid question, of course she should call 999. Thankfully, this time, her hands managed to grasp her found and she pulled it out quickly, recaching it before she could fling it out of her hands.
and just like that it was over. the boots that had been kicking themselves into his flesh were now hitting the pavement as they ran from him, disturbed in their task to incapacitate him to steal his keys and wallet. there was a ringing in his ears that was louder than any sound he'd ever heard before, the aftermath of a boot to his jaw and it dulled out every other sound around him at the moment.
through the spinning of the world around him he saw a flash of blonde hair, the muffled sound of someone trying to talk to him. "huh?" he just about managed to get out in response. he was still curled around his arm, the pain in his chest making it hard to breath, hard to move but he had to, he couldn't stay here. he started trying to stand, scrambling a little to get his feet under him but failing the second his head lifted higher than it had been, the world turned on it's side and he found himself falling onto his elbow, the movement forcing out whatever air had been in his lungs with a strangled like breath. he could taste blood in his mouth as he swallowed, grimacing at the metalic taste of it as he tried his hardest to focus on just one thing around him, one thing that might stop his world from tipping sideways.
Well, this defilingly sucked. Her night could not get any better. Hazel eyes merely peered down at the guy on the ground, the only thing reassuring her that he was still alive was that she could make out the faintest movement of his body heaving just the slightest to show that he was breathing. Then, he rolled, and looked like he was staring up at her, or perhaps, her hair really, as one word was uttered from his lips: "Huh?" Well, Wynnie felt like she was doubly in trouble now, "Uh, do you want me to call an ambulance?" she asked again, trying to find a simpler way to reiterate her question.
But that appeared to be the least of worries as the guy was trying to get up, "Uh wait, I don't think-" Before Wynnie could even grab the guy though, he was tumbling back down onto his knees and elbows - the chaos making her cringe. The young woman checked her surroundings again, just to make sure those jerk hadn't come back and to see if there was anyone else around, but the answer was no on both accounts. She crouched down besides him now, carefully putting her hand on his shoulder to both steady and comfort, "I think I need to get you to the hospital, buddy. Do you think you can get into an uber or a cab?" The answer was probably no, but she felt like it was wiser to ask than assume.
