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...
This is an chilled out rpg with a super friendly and relaxed atmosphere! Remember to sign up with your characters full name in all caps and don't forget to do your claims! Thank you and Welcome, we've been established since 10th March 2009 but unfortunately have had to close guest view of our boards due to multiple sites ripping off our hard work, such a shame! Come chat to us in Discord before joining if you like!.
Today was one of those hot summer days that Eva Garnet wasn't sure on what to do with herself. She had survived graduating out of Secondary (not that she had doubted herself) and her one close friend, Nash Breckah, was unavailable to hang out and her other sorta friend, sorta 'i want to date you but i don't know how to do real feelings' situation, Tanner, was working. And apparently, it was a crime to hangout too much at the Sale Yard when she wasn't working, since, well, the horses were for sale and not for her general amusement even though Eva was only interested in one ill-tempered horse: Ghost. Unfortunately though, she had a setback with him that, thankfully, one of the fellow yard hands was able to pull her out of, only to then rat her out to Auggie and Brandon, effectively ending her unsupervised time with the gypsy vanner.
All of this lead back to the point that Eva didn't know what to do with herself today, other than to leave Hickstead for Willow Bridge City in search of entertainment. This wasn't always the smartest thing to do when one was Eva Garnet - looking for something to do tended to somehow end in poor choices. But she was willing to bet that since getting out of juvie, and being adopted by the Garnets, she had been rather good at staying out of trouble. Well, serious trouble at least. It suddenly occured to her that on this hot july summer day, the pool should have been her first idea, but it was too late for that now. What was somethng she always wanted to do but never could?
And then, it hit her. Well, the store front appeared: city brick skate shop & building co. Skate boarding sounded cool, it gave her a place to hang out also while she bit the concrete every five minutes. So she pushed the door open and headed on it. Hazel eyes took in the surroundings, before her eyes wandered to the skate decks - full of color and pop punk aesthetics, like the Pac Sun girl she wanted to be if she had been from America. Her feet took her to them now, only to notice that they they came in various lengths and elongated shapes, "Whats the difference," she muttered outloud, placing her hands on her hips as she stared - not realizing that she was hardly alone in the shop.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
The shop had been quite busy in the early pm. summer hours were a lot different compared to the winter and fall hours, something that helped a lot. Though, it did stop Hunter from being able to go out and enjoy more of his time on his skateboard – it meant that the shop was going into business. Which was never the worst thing in the world.
He finished moping up an unfortunate blowout in the bathroom. Thank goodness the women’s and staff bathroom was a key lock. Lord only knew what it would look like if men were allowed access to both. After what felt like the fifth time washing his hands, Hunter returned to the front of the store.
There was a blonde, cute looking – mumbling about the difference. “Well, hate to tell yah, there’s a lot of difference,” he teased. “Welcome in. I take it this is your first time. What can I help you with?” Hunter offered.
Eva had been so wrapped up in deciphering the different skate boards that she didn't realize she no longer was annoyed until a voice popped up besides her. She was lucky that she didn't jump out of her skin and embarrass herself, and as she glanced over now, Eva was deeply thankful that she did not embarrass herself, "A lot, huh? Guess I am lucky to have you here." Ooo, that came out a little too flirty, and it already made her cringe, "Although I am sure I could have figured it out without you." Yup, because that totally sounded cool. Whatever, nonchalant will be her attitude of choice for the next 10 to 20 minutes.
He must have figured out that flub though, given he was already asking her if he could help her, "Guilty as charged," Eva replied back with a smile, "I've also never skated before, for the record." Hazel eyes looked back over to the decks and their colorful designs, "I want to try though. Figure it might keep me out of trouble." Maybe it would do the opposite, the teenager wasn't so sure. She'd seen both cute guys and cute girls hanging around at the skate park, so maybe it would just lead to more trouble. But Eva liked to think she had matured a lot in the past three years, and she was far more weary and protective of herself, "So what do you recommend me, Mystery Man? Oh, and you can call me Eva."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
Hunter looked and smiled at her. That boyish, playful smile he always had, the one his mother was convinced would be the thing that would break a few girls’ hearts. Hunter didn’t know if that was true or not, but he knew there were plenty of ramp tramps out there. Ones he often didn’t associate with, even if they were only there to gawk and maybe try to get something out of it.
“First time board? Alrighty. Nice to meet you Eva, I’m Hunter. There are quite a few things going on in it. I guess the first thing is – do you want a board that you can ride and do tricks on? Or are you looking for something like a cruiser? Bigger base, and softer wheels. More of a commuter type of ride.” Granted, most people went for both – but the trend of cruising seemed to be a current thing now. Not like it was bad, but Hunter wasn’t about to charge someone up the ass for it.
Eva watched the sales associate smile at her - a big, boyish charming smile - the sort of smile that could melt even the coldest of girls. Was he trying to melt her heart also? Maybe not, the young man certainly didn't put up the front that he was trying to flirt with her. Maybe he was secretly just thinking 'oh no, another noob' and hid it behind his smile. Didn't matter though, and at least she had a name to the face: Hunter. He launched into an explanation of the different types of boards, the young woman was beginning to wonder if she was somehow in over her head. After all, she mucked stalls for a living - she didn't know the first thing about skate boards.
"Ah, probably cruiser based off of what you said," she said now, "I don't think I'm looking to do tricks or hang at the skate park. Probably just something to get me too and fro - like visiting my friends over at Oldaker or to keep me out of trouble." Maybe she should also say that it's nice to meet him since he gave her a name, "Also, it's nice to meet you, Hunter. I do appreciate you walking me through all this. Hopefully you don't think I'm some poser or anything."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
His smile widened. “Hey, you know – nothing wrong with starting something new. Nice to meet you Eva, I’m Hunter. How about we figure out what you kind of want to achieve first, huh? Are you looking for a more commuting style? Or are you want to head first into the land of tricks? Both are solid in their own right, but the latter will take more time.”
Hunter himself sometimes wasn’t a fan of being the professor type of these conversations. But he had watched his dad go through a mental list of questions. So far, it had never steered anyone wrong. Plus, it also gave the customer a few options, even if it meant that they left feeling they would never pick up a board. After all, it took a really strange person to want to ride a piece of wood around for fun – with the possibility of a broken arm.
It didn't seem possible, but that smile of Hunter's (now she had a name!) seemed to grow, and still not in a terrible way. Hazel eyes just stared at him, trying hard to not admire. He was no Tanner Scott, but hey, he was cute in his own way. Maybe Eva just thought he was cute because he was cool and clearly not judging her for wanting to try something new. The teenager was never sure with skaters, the ones she knew seemed to give off an air of being too cool for anyone, or they thought she was a tramp of some sorts, "Thanks. I appreciate the judgement free zone, Hunter."
Eva did have to mull over what she wanted to do. There was more to this than she initially thought - it wasn't just about buying the board. Good thing she had saved up her cash from work then, "Probably just commuting and playing around in my neighborhood or my friend's neighborhood. I don't think I want to do any tricks or hang out at the skate park." Wow, that sounded snobby of her, "Uh, not that there's anything wrong with the skate park." Hunter did look vaguely familiar after all, she might have seen him before when just walking on by on her way to another destination, "I just like to figure stuff out on my own...not buying a board obviously, but how to use it."
God, she was really rambling now like some dumb, lovestruck tween. Sighing, she decided to move this along now, waving towards the boards once more and grinned, "Uh, please, show me some before I embarrass myself even more."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
“Sounds good! Let me grab a few sizes and styles and then we can see what feels more comfortable.” He turned around to step onto a step ladder to grab some higher boards. Despite being tall, there was still quite a bit of inventory and it reached up all on the walls of the shop. His eyes found three variations, sizing from 9.5-11, either shaped or popsicle. After they were in hand, he climbed back down and walked from behind the counter.
“Alrighty let’s try this LandYachtz. It’s a 9.75. I just want to try it for size and see how you feel.” Hunter placed the plastic wrapped board onto the specific rug spot for trying boards. “When you’re putting your feet on, match the bolt holes. I’ll guide you from there.”
