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 managed to find an abandoned shack to sleep in - the Summer sun was still in full force, so he was up at sunrise to keep moving. He threw his jacket over his shoulders and headed out, never exactly knowing where he was going. It was hard finding places for him to sleep, though the shack proved helpful the past few nights. He glanced ahead, seeing horse pastures on the horizon. They were something he enjoyed, though never had the opportunity to learn how to ride.
It wasn't long before he approached some horses in the closest pasture, one was standing at the fence. His eyes shifted around, wondering if anyone would see him. He carefully reached out his hand and rested it on the horse's forehead. The bay coloured horse sighed, feeling the touch against him. After a few head scratches, he let go and headed to the barn. His dark eyes glanced down the barn aisle, seeing that no one was there. There was one horse that stuck his head out of the stall and Justin walked towards it - making sure he was quiet.
"And what's your name big guy?" He knew the horse wouldn't respond. Though the horse lowered his head, clearly wanting some attention.
A yawn escaped Sabrina as she made her way from the front desk of Helping Hooves. The programs for the day were over, leaving enough time for her to give Lucifer a ride around – and swim. It was still a blazing summer day, even at 5 pm. Dinner was a defense for yourself since her parents would be attending an event. Usually, that meant all the volunteers and staff with the siblings would be ordering a crap ton of pizza and maybe watching a movie on the side of the barn.
She quickly changed after closing up and wishing her parents a good time. Her boots clicked on the aisle, lead in hand. Sabrina did a turn to see someone at Lucifer’s stall. A small frown crossed her lips. “Hey, who are you?” Sabrina knew that it wasn’t someone that was part of the program. She had seen everyone that walked through and exited. She also knew that he wasn’t a volunteer or staff since she also knew all those people.
“I hope you didn’t feed him anything.” Sabrina knew it was rude, but having a horse allergic to carrots and apples, two things that people liked to feed horses. It made things difficult. Plus, the guy was on the personal side of the barn – meaning no one else, other than the family and staff that boarded here – was allowed to pass the rope that cut it off from the rest of the barn.
Justin was so focused on the horse that he didn't hear anyone approach. Having a second glance at the horse made him realize that he had black fur. As he suspected, the horse wasn't going to answer him. Justin took a step back and read the stall sign noting the horse's name as Lucifer.
He was about to speak to the horse again when a stranger's voice greeted him, though the tone wasn't exactly friendly. "Just wanted to say hi to the horses." He skipped introducing himself, though clearly the other teen was startled. "I don't have food for myself let alone a horse. All I did was give him a pat or two." Justin took a few steps back away from the stall.
The sandy haired teen could hear his mother scold him for not being nice in his mind. "It's Justin, and you are?" He asked, turning towards the female teen. Justin glanced around the barn - it seemed newer than the other two around town. He awkwardly ran a hand through his dirty hair, wondering what was going to happen to him. "This place isn't new is it?"
“And? That doesn’t give you permission to trespass on personal property,” she frowned. “There are plenty of signs and plenty of other horses that are outside to talk to.” Sabrina wasn’t a total heartless person though. Her family did run a program that aimed at helping people. She just hated it when people couldn’t be arsed to pay attention to their surroundings. There was a reason they had so many cameras on the property now.
“If you’re hungry then, c’mon.” She started walking towards the private exit. “I’m Sabrina. Newish, you could say. The property and land itself are old, but we did implement a lot of new things.” Sabrina let her next few words linger in her mouth before saying them. “Let me guess, you’re a homeless teen if you’re roaming in areas that you're not allowed?” Justin wasn't the first one to do it. It was happening more and more recently. As long as they weren't hurting anyone, the family didn't mind helping them out. They were a non-profit after all.
Justin shrugged apologetically - he ignored his surroundings unless, of course, people were chasing him. The teen quickly learned how to fend for himself after his parents were thrown in jail. “I really didn’t think anyone was here.” It was a lame excuse but the best he could come up with. Horses weren’t something he was used to but now that he was up close and personal with one - they were fascinating. Justin took a step back from the horse, knowing better now than to pay attention to it.
“Wait, you are offering me food?” He turned and followed Sabrina, wondering if this was some sort of trap. Justin constantly reminded himself that she wasn’t the police, so she couldn’t throw him in jail. They seemed to walk through a private exit which led back outside. “I was wondering that. This is the part of town I don’t really spend time in.” Admitting that his parents locked him in the basement wasn’t something he wanted to admit - sympathy was not what he needed. From anyone. “New things? Do you mean some sort of program?”
He knew that the horse bug had made its way through Hickstead. His parents weren’t in the financial situation to have any of their children ride - though that didn’t stop his sisters from collecting pictures from local magazines in the recycle bins of local horse show winners. He hoped that she was in a foster home which had access to lessons. “Yep. Nailed that on the head. I really try to lay low. You’re the first one to catch me.” Justin now wondered where on Earth on the property they would end up.
Sabrina wasn’t about to show this kid the private kitchen of her home, but there was a small kitchenette that had some snacks. Thankfully, a fridge that held some left over food from an event, so there was some salad and even sandwiches.
She opened the fridge when she got there and grabbed herself a bottle of lemonade. “Have at it. Everything is fair game, unless it’s labeled. We don’t approve of meal thieves around here.” Sabrina twisted the cap off her bottle and took a swing before looking at Justin again. “I’m surprised you’re still alive with how terrible of a snoop you are.”
