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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Mik was releasing a stream of Gaelic slang as he picked up the wheelbarrows he had knocked over, being careful how he stacked them all this time, and wishing that he'd had enough sense to go to the tack room and tape up his ribs before he started, as by the time he had placed the cursed barrow that started the landslide his ribs were screaming in agony, and he knew that he'd get a lecture from Amber when he got home, about not looking after himself.
He stepped back and admired his handy work, holding his hand up in mock surrender as he stepped away from the barrows, as though they were wild beasts that would attack him if he moved too quickly. He jumped and spun around, gasping for breath as his ribs painfully protested the move, as something crashed into a stall door and hit the ground. "Glory, I'm going to kill you!" He seethed as he guessed that it was his horse's stupid jolly ball was the shadow he could see moving down the aisle, toward the tack room.
It wasn't long before Maeve was on the ground with her now, and the pair of them were sneaking off through the barn. Funnily enough, the teenager had never thought that the barn could be so creepy given it was ultimately one of her favorite places in the world, but now? Well, she found herself finding it beyond creepy. The lack of chatter, the muted lights, and some hallways were actually cast in complete darkness. It certainly added to the jumpiness she was beginning to feel. Behind her, Maeve whispered: "What happens in the barn, stays in the barn?" The teenager glanced over her, grinning, "I like the way you think Maeve," she stopped hold out her pinkie now, "I swear whatever happens tonight stays between us."
Some of the horses appeared in different to them, but some others certainly kept a watchful on them as they silently stalked by. Maeve talking about ghost hunting kits almost made Molly stop dead in her tracks, thank goodness she didn't though, since that could have been a hallway accident waiting to happen, "Uh, actually, I didn't think of that...which, is silly of me." A ghost hunting kit would have made a big difference tonight, rather than her clutching a cannister of salt from the kitchenette, her brows furrowed though, "Crucifixes' are needed for ghosts? I though that was a vamp-" and then there was a large knock right next to her. Molly pratically jumped out of her skin, startling and nearly screaming while throwing salt before she realized who's stall they were next to, "Luna! How dare-" But she cut herself off when she heard what sounded like footsteps above them. What the?
And then, a different sound, another loud crash. If this had been a scooby doo episode, Molly might have jumped into the older teenager's arms by now. Thankfully, she managed to hold herself back, there was muffled sound and all what Molly could make out was 'im going to kill you' before a shadow bounced along the hallway. Chocolate brown eyes about bugged out of her skull as she stared down the hallway, "Did you see that? More importantly, did you hear that muffled threat? Maeve...we must be onto something." Holy shit. Blue Arces really was haunted.
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SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
It probably wasn't the time to mention it, but the barn at night was Maeve's favourite place to be. The fact that she wasn't the only night owl around, meant that she knew how to get in without causing a fuss.
She quirked a brow as it seemed that she had thought of something her friend hadn't and she grinned and response with a shrug. "I don't know what to use against ghosts! I have a closet full of skeletons, not ghosts!" This whole thing was something that she would read about in books, or write about, not something she expected in reality. She'd been paying so much attention to what was in front of them that she hadn't expected a sound to the side of them and she too jumped, laughed to cover it up as Molly told off her mare. "You know how I said about what happens in the barn stays in the barn? This would make a really cool story! With names changed of course!"
Everything suddenly seemed to happen at once, again reminding her of what would happen in a book and she stood shock still for a moment as she tried to analyse everything that was happening, though it was like a sensory overload. "Is it time to call the Ghostbusters?" She asked with a weak laugh. "M...Molly?" She gasped as she heard the sound of shod hooves approaching them in the darkened barn.
Mik shook his head, instantly feeling guilty for his anger as he crossed the aisle and rubbed his horse's forehead, knowing that the dappled buckskin was feeling cooped up, and probably a little annoyed at his owner since Mik still hadn't been given the all-clear to ride again, and it was only the fact at Cara rode him that was keeping the horse ever so slightly sane. "I better go and get your precious." He laughed as the Warmblood bobbed his head up and down, as though he was agreeing with his human, rather than just being excited about the attention.
"Easy boy." He soothed as Glory suddenly shot backwards, his ears flat, eyes and nostrils wide in fear as he looked toward the door at the far end of the barn. "What is it?" Mik laughed, knowing that the horse wasn't going to reply, but before he could move, the sound of a shod horse could be heard on the concrete floors, and the young man watched with wide eyes as a huge dappled grey horse trotted out of the darkness and into the dimly lit barn, heading straight past him, deeper into the barn.
Brown eyes looked over at her friend now, "Skeletons in your closet? I feel like there's a lot to unpack there with that statement," Molly said jokingly. Or maybe Maeve O'Doyle was serious. Either way, now was probably not the time to dwell on such a subject. Someone was afoot! Or something...or something floating. Too many thoughts were racing through the teenager's mind on how they should go about their situation. Never before in a million years when Molly had arranged a barn sleepover with Maeve did she think that something would actually happen. Janie and Oliver were not going to believe her tomorrow when she told them her tale, "Change names?! This might actually go straight to my blog...shit, I've been forgetting to record this whole entire time."
The teenager fumbled for her phone - thank goodness she actually remembered to put it into her sweat pants. There was a lot of sound now. Besides her, the older teenager might have been on sensory overload. Not Molly though. Not yet at least. Finally, her hand wrapped around her phone as Maeve spoke besides her: "Is it time to call the Ghostbusters? M...Molly?" The teenager thought that was an awfully silly question of her friend to ask her, "Maeve. We are the Ghost-" But the sound of shod hooves echoing in the darkness cut her off because not only was there the sound of shod hooves, they were growing incredibly close.
Like the professional that Molly E. Mac'Intosh was, she whipped out her phone and hit record: "Fellow hunters, it is me! Molly again along with my friend Maeve," she turned the phone quickly to get a shot of her wide eyed friend, "We are here, at Blue Arces, and are just about to come face to face with Ghost-" and just like that, out of the darkness and into the dim light of the stables - stepped a white, or maybe grey, horse. It caught Molly off guard, causing her to shriek and her phone hit the ground as she just about Scooby-Doo'd it right into Maeve, "Maeve! It's Ghost Horse! ITS GHOST HORSE!"
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SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
Maeve laughed, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment, wishing she hadn't said anything about anything in her closet. "Maybe we'll save that conversation for another day?" She shrugged, this really wasn't the time or place to go into what she had hidden away for years. She laughed again, and it felt good to laugh, as it removed some of the tension that was making her feel wired, when Molly mentioned her blog. "Note to self, head cam for next time we think we're going to track down the ghost horse."
Maeve watched, wide eyed, as Molly began to talk into her phone and then record what was approaching them, when all Maeve wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, if only her feet didn't feel like they were glued to the floor, her body not wanting to obey the brain that was screaming for her to run. She heard Molly and then a scream, until she realised that the scream came from her as the horse appeared from the darkness and reared up. She clamped a hand over her mouth to stop the noise and whimpered as she could hear the sound of running feet. She had the sudden thought that she was having an out of body experience and that she was actually running away, that it was her feet she could hear. Maybe that's why she couldn't move?
Cara blinked as she picked herself up off the ground, from where Apeiros had slammed her into the gatepost as he'd barged out of the arena as they had finished their light workout under the spotlights and she'd been about to lead him back into the barn, where she could tell Mik to go home.
Blinking back the spots, she experimentally circled her arm, wincing when it refused to go all the way around, and then looked around, the stallion was nowhere to be seen. "Kuso!" She swore as she picked up a jog and headed toward the barn doors, ignoring the spots still dancing in her vision, Ms Clarke would be most displeased with her if anything happened.
She paused when she got to where Mik was standing and nodded as he pointed deeper into the barn and she picked up her pace when she heard a scream. "Hey!" She called when she could see the tail end of her horse, trying to catch his attention, wincing when he skidded to a halt and reared up. "Easy, love." She soothed as she stepped out of the shadows. Her grey-yellow eyes landed on Molly and Maeve, both of whom looked terrified. "Breathing would be the best option." She said gently to the two teenagers, as she approached the giant grey horse, holding her hands up when he shied to the side, knowing she had to get the stallion away from the mares.
Even in the chaos that was their imaginations, Molly definingly picked up on Maeve's unease all of the sudden and it had nothing to do what was currently going on. Her words all but sealed the deal, and while they had left the sixteen year old curious, she knew better than to prod someone's secrets. While she and Maeve were good friends, Molly still had boundaries when it came to the older girl unlike Janie and Oliver, "No problem."
In hindsight though, none of that seemed to matter as the current events unfolded with Ghost Horse stepping out from the shadows combined with Molly's scream, Maeve's whimper, and Ghost Horse rearing up and emitting it's own shriek. Shakey camera footage was defilingly going to be a thing on her phone cut of tonight's events. Brown eyes stared at the horse, and somewhere, some shred of logic in the back of Molly Mac'Intosh's mind, there was a thought: Ghost Horse looked awfully familiar to her, as in, she had seen him around the barn.
Sure enough, there were the sounds of footsteps and soon, Cara Kitchi was standing there now, calm and collected as ever as she laid her hand on the shoulder of Ghost Horse and opted to give her own advice: "Breathing would be the best option." Well, now Molly felt rather foolish - at least she wasn't alone. Out of the corner of her eye, Maeve looked like...well, like she had seen a ghost. After a moment or two, the teenager finally got her wits about her and cut her phone, "Sorry Cara," she managed with a laugh, "We were ghost hunting and thought...well, we thought we just met Ghost Horse."
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SEVENTEEN . STUDENT . RIDER AT BA STABLES . LGBTQ+
Large grey eyes watched the massive horse in front of them, the hyper-aware part of her brain was running a full-tilt, but she did her best to push it to the background, she was over living in a hyper-aware status, she just wanted to be normal - and had worked hard on being normal. If she was still that terrified girl she had been a couple of years ago, she would never have spoken up earlier, and she'd had slipped out as soon as Molly's attention was diverted, and she wouldn't be here right now.
She blinked, returning to the here and now as she heard a voice, frowning when she saw Cara standing there, wondering where the woman had come from. She echoed Molly's laugh, and it felt good to laugh, which turned her laugh into a giggle and she pressed her lips together to stop it from getting worse as the woman turned her attention to the grey horse, who was now had his against Cara's chest, acting as though he wasn't standing at almost eighteen hands and repentant for scaring them all. She blew out a breath with another laugh. "The barn was quiet, almost spooky, with the talk of ghosts. And then suddenly he was just here." She shook her head and blew out a breath as she grinned toward Molly. "Is this normal for sleepovers?" She asked with an arched eyebrow.
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