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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Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy's head hurt. Why did Hudson get her a brick that was way too delicate for her clumsy self? Even if it wasn't the most expensive out there, Daisy still felt icky. When her flip phone finally hit six feet under - Hudson was kind enough to help shop. Even paid for it too, in exchange for a tray of cookies. Daisy didn't see an equal exchange here, but she gave up fighting it.
She was sitting at the large table in the family kitchen. Maybe setting up a phone after baking wasn't ideal. She was already tired, but she needed a working phone for work. “Gosh, I wish I could be that singer where everyone just fucking faxed me..” she grumbled, plugging in the phone. Might as well read the multilingual pamphlet as she waited for her new phone to get charged.
Good thing she was an expert at sneaking back into her house after a late night of partying, however, this might have been the first time in a while that Roisin Malloy had forgotten to sleep in her own bed. She had crashed at Uni - thankfully, Tally Caufield offered up her couch, after the girls had fun at one of the University parties. Guess there really was a line drawn in the sand for too much fun. It was late morning by the time she had gotten moving, rehydrated, and out the door with a laugh and a wave good bye, before heading back to the Malloy Orchard - her purtagory of a home.
Okay, so maybe that was a harsh description. It's not as if Roisin had a horrible childhood. She wasn't abused, she wasn't raised religiously or had the fear of god instilled into her, but it was just so...boring. Roisin had never really felt like a Malloy, she didn't feel like she was part of the family, their choice lifestyles so boring and unglamorous compared to what she wanted. The young woman didn't want to be forever picking apples out in the fall sun, or sitting behind the counter of their farm shop day dreaming about living in the city. She wanted to be in the city. She wanted to afford her fashion. She wanted to sleep with whom she wanted to. And yet, here she was - carefully opening the front door to her house now, quietly as always.
She stepped across the threshold, slowly closing the door behind her. At least she had remembered to change back into a more 'wholesome' outfit, hopefully she wouldn't run into anyone before changing so they couldn't clock it was the same outfit from yesterday, her backpack of high fashioned guarded carefully. Unfortunately, there was a smell in the air - the smell of some baked cookies by her oldest sibling, Daisy, and that was hard to ignore. Roisin twisted her lips, uncertain of what to do. Maybe...maybe just a peak. On light feet, she carried herself through the hallways of the hold farm house, peering into the kitchen. Blue eyes clocked the cookies - salted butter chocolate chip, but there was something more distracting in Daisy's hands. Something so distracting that Roisin forgot that she had been trying to not be seen, "What the fuck!" She stepped out now, running over to gawk, "Is that the iPhone 15 pro?" And just like any annoying little sister would do, she snatched it right out of her sister's hands, "Daisy - why do you have this?"
Daisy had just picked up the phone in her hand only to be interrupted by her younger sister. Who had suspiciously showed up. She looked at her, as Roisin began ogling the iPhone like it was some treasure hidden in a temple. Daisy didn't even bother trying to grab the phone back. Her sister could have it if she wanted. “Urgh, It was some gift,” she said, waving her hand about. “My other phone finally decided to end its life.”
But then Daisy remembered something, making her peer at her sister. Eyes were a bit scrutinizing. “I'm assuming you were out last night.” She didn't elaborate, but the missed splotches of mascara was better than her sister coming in smelling like cheap liquor. For an Irish, Roisin didn't seem to hold it well. At least she seemed to get a ride whenever she snuck in.
Daisy ran a hand through her hair before returning to look at the direction booklet. “What's the charge so far? It says it needs to be 100% before I turn it on.”
"A gift? A gift?!" Roisin asked now, her eyebrows shooting up in utter surprised. Her blue eyes looked at her sister, who looked utterly grumpy by the whole thing, waving her hand about explaining why she even had it, "Your phone was a century old. I don't blame it for ending it's life." The fact that Daisy had yet to expand on who gave her such a gift started to annoy the young woman, but before she could pester her even more, her sister decided to make a subtle dig.
She would not give her the satisfaction of a cringe over being caught, which quite frankly, was unfair given that there had been a shiny, brand new phone that had distracted her from making her final pathway to her bed, "I was hanging out with Tally. It's no big deal, Daisy." Roisin shrugged her shoulders for added affect to her nonchallant attitude, "Besides," she added impatiently now, "There are more important matters to attend to, such as, who gave you this phone? Do you know how expensive this is? Do you have a sugar daddy or mama that you're not telling us about?" That defilingly seemed far more interesting to her than what Roisin was doing sneaking in at this hour.
Blue eyes peered down at the phone one more time, "98 percent. It's nearly there." She slid into the chair now, too hopped up on excitement over the phone and perhaps Daisy's sudden 'friend' than to care about going up stairs. Greedily, she reached across the table now to snag a cookie, "So spill everything. I want to know. This phone isn't going to distract me from not getting details out of you."
