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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Justin woke up under the pier, finding a spot to sleep the evening before. He quickly stood up and started walking, knowing someone would notice he was sleeping there. His feet led him towards the water, his sneakers squishing against the wet sand. The beach was somewhere his parents took him when he was younger, hoping to run into them there - but he had been trying all Summer with no success.
He put his hands in his denim jacket. Despite it almost being the middle of August, the morning was still a bit chilly - though he always wore the jacket, wanting to hide the bruises no one had seen yet. He glanced ahead of him, seeing no one in front of him. Being alone didn't disturb him, he was happy being alone in his thoughts. As the morning walk continued, he moved away from the water - realizing his socks were starting to get wet due to the holes in his worn-out sneakers.
Suddenly, he felt someone or something brush against his shoulder causing him to stumble a few steps forward before regaining his balance. He tilted his head, confused that it was a woman with bright-coloured hair. He hadn't seen her around before - though he hadn't been on his own for long. "Watch it." He shocked himself with his stern tone - feeling his largest bruise on the back of his shoulder sting after being run into.
Sabine Radley had left Blue Arces at first light at the crack of dawn, figuring that she could do with some time away from the barn and that people were going to start wondering why they ran out of brown sugar scones so fast. With her backpack packed and classic iPod fully charged, the teenager left and headed out on her own, down the road and towards Hickstead, listening to music. The morning was eerily quiet, and not a soul had been out on the road, which didn't bother Sabine at all. She had been hoping to find Iyla in town, the weird homeless adult that she had befriended earlier in the year, but he oddly, he was no where to be found.
The thought made her frown, hoping he was okay, as her feet carried her beyond the streets of down town Hickstead and towards the Pier. At this time in the morning, it wouldn't be crowded, and while she hated dumpster diving, the Pier was usually full of discarded food. Luck would have it that the teenager would find herself a perfectly good basket of chips, hardly touched, sitting on top of one of the overflowing trash cans. She snatched it fast and quickly headed down to the beach now before anyone could notice her. In fact, she had been so preoccupied with escaping an imaginary figure, that she hadn't been paying attention to what was in front of her until her shoulder colliding with someone.
It startled the young woman, she stumbled a bit but caught her balance. Once she was certain she wasn't going to fall over again simply because gravity demanded such things, blue green eyes looked over at the culprit. She pulled her large headphones down, just in time for him to speak to her: "Watch it." His tone was stern, but one look at the kid, and Sabine knew that he could barely be older than her. Her gaze narrowed as he clutched her basket, "Why don't you watch it," she replied back now, equally stern, and unlike the boy, she wasn't startled by her tone at all, "And maybe you shouldn't snap at people if you're afraid of your own voice."
cause everybody knows something i don't wanna know so i'll stay right here cause i'm better all alone
Justin raised his eyebrow at the other teen. Her reaction wasn't exactly what he was expecting either. Usually, he found himself to be quiet and stay under the radar.
He used a hand to wipe away an imaginary spot of dust. "I was watching where I was going. Clearly, the food you found was too distracting." He felt a scoff come on - deciding to hide it with a cough. "I'm not afraid to use my voice. It's just a new tactic." The teen had enough of people metaphorically stomping on him. He was lucky enough to not run into anyone who wanted to fight him.
"Where did you find the food anyway?" He coolly nodded towards the basket, assuming that she didn't have a home - the Pier seemed to be one of the better places to find food. People often got distracted while eating. "You seem to stick up for yourself. Have you always been this way?"
It did not go unnoticed by Sabine how the boy raised his eyebrows at her, as if shocked by her attitude which merely caused her to roll her blue green eyes. She didn't value being meek as a defensive mechanism, never did, and given the unsavory people that lingered on the edge of town, Sabine found being off putting a better safety mechanism than rolling over. To the boy's credit though, he didn't entirely roll over, but he clearly was still holding back from being down right hostile to her.
"So?" she countered now, "It's a full basket of chips - you really cannot expect me to not be distracted." To Sabine at least, it was very sound logic. Yeah, the might not be as crisp anymore, but fried potato still tasted good even when cold, "Well, you fooled me since you're afraid of scoff at me also. You just hit that with a poor excuse of a cough, yeah?" Now, she was just being a dick. Perhaps she should knock it off, it's not as if mystery kid was terrible like Daz or any of his gang members clearly were. It was tempting to get defensive over him asking about her food, but given how she looked and how he looked, they probably both had a good read on each other of being street kids. Took one to know one after all.
Blue green eyes stared at him for a solid thirty seconds, mulling the situation over before finally sighing, "The pier. It's prime picking during the summer season. People buy all of their food simply because of they smell and then change their mind. Plus, all the traffic leads to the stuffed up trash cans, so when there's overflow, they just leave it on top." He better not start taking all of the food though, Sabine would have serious issues if he did. His question prompted a scoff from her, "Yeah. I have. My parents didn't give me much, but I will admit they taught me to look out for myself." She cocked her head now, staring at him, "And you? Clearly you're not entirely a pushover nor afraid of stranger danger."
cause everybody knows something i don't wanna know so i'll stay right here cause i'm better all alone
