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!.
The brunette finished another drug run - handing off the black duffle bag off to the man, him giving her the cash in return. Kennedy thanked the man and put it in her bag. She turned and walked off towards the pond, noticing the skate park off in the distance.
She headed there, wondering who was skating this early in the morning. Kennedy didn't even know the skate park existed - though the park wasn't somewhere she hung out often. Her drug runs were usually done late at night and somewhere in town itself. The walk only took two minutes, the dewy grass squishing beneath her sandals.
The brunette crossed her arms, watching a figure skating back and forth on his board. It wasn't something she didn't watch at all, but it was keeping her entertained. The board seemed to roll towards her suddenly, and she put her foot on it to stop it from rolling. "Hey! I've got your board!" The brunette didn't know where the person it belonged to was, but she didn't know what to do with it.
Call is obsessive, Hunter called it exercise. The weather was predicted to be extremely warm and Hunter didn’t want to be stuck out in the blazing sun. While the park in Hickstead was nice, there was limited shade which was a bummer. His dad was lobbying for them to be able to build a shade tarp, but the town thought it would be an eyesore. But Percy thought that a bland shelter was worse, but nonetheless, the hard-core skaters would be set up with umbrellas attached to their chairs. If they were that smart, that is.
As he was rearing up to grind the taco coping, his board caught and shot out. Damn. Hunter rolled, like a professional parkour person. He stood up, finally feeling the burn on his lower arm. Well, could be worse. But where did his board go?
Thankfully, someone called out that they had it and he turned to see a girl with it. Man, he was having some luck the past few days with the cute girls. He jogged over. “Thanks!” he smiled, taking it back. Once the feeling of the dew on his wheels hit his shirt, leaving a small wet mark – Hunter frowned. “Damn, my wheels are wet. That sucks ass.”
She glanced around for a few moments, making the educated guess that it had belonged to the only person using the skate park. Kennedy kept her foot on the board so it wouldn't roll away again, letting out a sigh of relief when the male approached her.
The brunette took her foot off as he approached, slightly tilting her head in confusion. "What? Does that ruin the cool vibe of the board or something?" She knew how clueless she was when it came to skating, though she would be devastated if anything of hers got water on it - even Rosso after a lesson in the rain.
"I saw you fall. Are you trying new tricks or something?" Being a perfectionist was drilled into her - screwing up a drug run was the last thing her father wanted her to do. It also could result in her being brutally murdered. "Oh. I'm Kennedy but I can imagine you've heard of me before." Her burlesque job was starting to gain her more popularity and it was getting more and more difficult to hide it from her parents.
“Nah, doesn’t get in the way of steeze, but it fucks up grip. At least my shoes aren’t wet either.” Hunter shrugged and began running the hem of his shirt on his wheels, like a kid wiping their hands on their shirt after eating chicken nuggets. Hey, his shirt was at least dark and not white.
“Hmm? Yeah, board got caught up. But this shit humbles you.” He wasn’t exactly expecting the conversation to keep going. It was always short, thanks and goodbye. Usually, he wouldn’t mind – but he was losing daylight. But Sarah would yell at him if she knew he was being rude.
He tilted his head and looked at her. Was she seriously pulling the Do you know who I am card? “Nope. Don’t know you. But if you’re a ramp tramp, then I’m sure I have friends that know you. I’m Hunter,” he replied, dropping his board to cement. If she was going to force him into conversation, he could at least work on his balance. So he got onto his board and tilted himself into a manual position, balancing on his back wheels.
Kennedy had no clue what the skateboarding world was like. She knew some guys liked it when a girl was clueless - so that's the card she was going to play. "Huh? Steeze? Is that some sort of hip word that I don't know about?" She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder with one of her hands.
She was grossed out by the fact that Hunter had wiped the wheels of his skateboard on his shirt. Her own clothes were far too expensive to do that with. "Yuck, why did you do that?" Her nose wrinkled in disgust. Clearly he was one of those types that didn't care about what he wore.
"So falling didn't bruise your Ego?" She knew all about the fragile male ego so she was shocked that he seemed so chill about it. If she fell off of Rosso, she made sure no one at Blue Acres saw it - being the laughing stock of the barn wasn't anything she needed. "What the hell did you just call me? A ramp tramp? I am not one of those. You must not hang out at Blue Acres then." He seemed a bit too young to hang out at the Burlesque club, which is another place she seemed to spend her time.
Hunter snorted when the disgust became apparent in her tone with his shirt meeting his wheels. “Because I’m not a stuck-up Richie rich.” He rolled his eyes as he changed his balancing placement. “And no, it doesn’t. Because we already do something so stupid. Not everyone is cut out to fling themselves into the air over a cement ground, and land on four or two wheels.”
He smirked when she got offended at the ramp tramp comment. “Not my fault,” he shrugged. “Sometimes the rich girls and boys around here like to find the dingiest guys to piss off their daddies and mommies.” Hunter himself wasn’t into that kind of thing. He was used to people watching him, either in awe, disgust, or sexually. His mind was always elsewhere, meaning how he would land something or how high he needed to ollie.
The front of his board hit the ground, but barely made a sound. Not wanting to stay idle too long, he gave himself a little push and made his way over to the bench with his stuff. All the talking had made him realize how much he needed some water. He grabbed his massive water jug that was covered in peeling-off stickers and cement dust. Another thing that would make her look at him with utter disgust.
“Well, it’s not my fault my clothes are worth a lot of money.” She didn’t even dare wiping her hands on her clothes - it was something she got away with as a child but it was quickly drilled into her that it was wrong. Her clothes were a status symbol for her and she felt it was a reflection of who she was. “But it’s pretty popular around here? I don’t think I’ve ever been here and not seen anyone skateboarding around.” Kennedy had her fair share of drug runs in the most random of places. The skate park was one of them - there always seemed to be at least one person doing tricks - even later in the evenings.
Kennedy scoffed - who on Earth would want to be with some dingy person? “I would not do that to my parents! Has anyone tried it with you though?” She shook her head - dating gross just to make her parents angry wasn’t something she would consider trying. There was a lot of expectation on her shoulders - being an only child and all. She watched as Hunter rolled off towards the bench with his skateboard, which caused the dark haired woman to scoff and roll her eyes again before her heels clicked along the concrete. “Why do you enjoy being grimy anyway?”
“Wow, if you hate grime so much – why are you still here?” he jabbed. “Also, it’s called working. Probably something you don’t know what it is. And if you do, you’re probably doing something silly like drugs or playing secretary.” Despite the words, Hunter’s tone never changed. Just nonchalant, monotone. But he wasn’t going to let her kill his vibe.
“Tch. Nothing like rich assholes to treat the people that build their homes and shit with the most disdain.” He and his dad had their fair share of rich people just building a skate park just cause. The money was good, but damn some rich folks were idiots. Hunter did his best not to judge people and poke the stereotypes but this chick was a walking stereotype for sure.
