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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"Spank? Really." Blaise glanced over at Brook, catching the raise of his eyebrow and returning it with one of her own. "Oh, so you're straight laced in the bedroom too then." She commented, baiting him just a little. Something about that interested her just a little, and she tried to shut the thought down - now was not the time, and he was not the kind she should be getting in bed with either. A pretty face he might be, but if he wasn't going to put the cuffs to good use where was the point anyway. She watched him head to the boot. Surely an officer would be more prepared than the average person.
After some rooting around in the back, he produced a couple of items. Blaise locked her arms around herself, trying to capture some warmth. "Yeah, got one." She nodded, going to wrestle open a door again so they could clamber back in, taking the torch as it was offered and clicking it on so she could find her way in a little bit easier. She was even nice enough to shine the way in for Brook too once she has situated herself in as comfortable a position as possible in the back. She huffed, wringing out her hair and then trying to fix it as much as she could with her good hand so it wasn't in her face. "Here. . might help your wrist." She blinked, caught by surprise as Brook offered her the aid. She hesitated, a natural response whenever someone was offering her help - was it a trick, or was it genuine, and what would she had to give in return - but then took it. "Uh thanks.." She cleared her throat and reached for it, awkwardly trying to wrap her wrist.
She raised a brow at his side eye, challenging him to come back with something shirty in response. The snort at least made him seem amused but he was hard to judge and even harder to read. Her brow oy rose further up her forehead at the smack he gave the car. ”Fuck sake.” It was her turn to snort and she glanced at him. "What did that accomplish? It's not a woman, you can't spank it into action." she didn't have to make it sexual but she felt like making him uncomfortable. He was always too easy to wind up and this was exactly the kind of situation that would encourage him to be on edge. It wasn't just for that reason, but more the fact that this wasn't her ideal situation either. She was just more accustomed to these instances, having spent plenty of time living on the streets in all sorts of weather.
"We need to find somewhere to wait out the night, no point trying to walk in the dark and this weather is going to get worse." Talk about obvious. It was pitch black and the storm wasn't even close to relenting. Of course it couldn't have been a beautiful sunny day to crash. "Don't happen to have a torch in there or anything?" She asked, nodding to the car. It would help something but probably not enough. She was already drenched though and she knew it wouldn't be long until the cold set into her bones. ”Wait in the car or try and find somewhere?” Blaise looked back to the pile of junk and shrugged. "It may as well be a roof as it's useless as a car right now." that thing wasn't going anywhere fast but it could keep them dry. No matter the fact they'd just spent enough time trying to get out the fucking thing in the first place.
"No. I don't." His answer almost surprised her as much as it seemed to surprise him. She had expected a sarcastic response perhaps, or some kind of grumpy retort - but he seemed sincere as he said no. Good. Trust was hard earned and all that, and she didn't expect either of them to have any in each other, but it seemed somehow they did. She was going to prove that she wasn't about to abandon him for once, they were stuck in this together whether they liked it or not. She caught the smile but only rolled her eyes in response, but didn't bother to say anything further, her brain busy working out their situation. She was good at this kind of shit, not that it happened often, but she knew how to live of very little, how to get through a shit situation, how to tough it out and use what resources she had to make it through a night.
"Right of course. . don't worry, if a big bad deer comes out of the woods, I'll scare it off." She snorted at that and spared a glance to their dark surroundings. "Oh please do, Bambi is a terrifying film and I don't need to relive it." She retorted, a half assed attempted to joke as she checked out the car. She sat back on her heels for a moment as she looked at the state of the car and pursed her lips. "We're not driving anywhere in this thing are we?" Blaise was quiet for a moment, considering their options and whether she could do anything to fix things, before she pulled a face and shook her head, going to stand. "Nope. It's fucked." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, shivering slightly as the cold and damp began to settle in her bones. "We need to find somewhere to wait out the night, no point trying to walk in the dark and this weather is going to get worse." She suggested. The car was a state but it would at least be warmer than standing outside.
"Likewise." She raised a brow but then relented and gave a slight smile - and not even a sarcastic one at that. She couldn't deny he was right. Sometimes, it was almost horrifying how similar they were. She watched him try the police radio, waiting to see if that was going to play ball. From the sound of the silence - no. "fuck sake" She sighed, "guess we're out here on our own for now." She gave a slight frown, wondering how far it would be to walk. The storm was still raging outside, and it was dark - she didn't like their chance of walking right now. She waited for him to deny it again, her eyes on his face. "I'm fine, it's just a knock." Blaise's lips pressed together but she gave a small nod, not pushing it any further. Just the way she had waved it off, she knew he would say if it got that bad - or he wouldn't and she'd catch him about to fall over.
She held his gaze when he looked at her, and then she sighed. "You really think I'm going to do a runner right now?" She wanted to make a comment about how stupid did he think she was, but knowing him, he'd come up with some smart assed answer. "I'm resourceful, but not that resourceful. Besides, I figure if something comes to eat us, it'll want you first as there's more meat on your bones." She gave him a sarcastic smile and then finally saw him climb out. It was tempting to run just as a joke, to be an asshole. But she didn't. She awkward clambered out with her good hand, taking his offer without a second thought, and then paused, taking a look at the mess of the car to see how bad it was. She frowned and wandered over to the crumpled hood, tilting her head. She was good with cars but this might be too much of a mess. "Do you think you could try and help pop it? There might be less damage than we think..." Maybe enough to drive it carefully a little further. She crouched down to look at the driver's wheel and sighed at the sight of the axel. "Actually, there's no point..."
What, and turn into some boring vanilla house wife? Vomit And I don't recall you having a problem with it either. Are you feeling lonely? I don't think I like having something in common with you, take it back.
Perhaps you should quit being surprised by me then and get over it .. for the sake of your face You'll struggle to find a woman otherwise, and I can't have you bothering me forever because you're lonely... Something in common. How terrifying.
It's not as good as you think. Though you do lack a lot of emotions - any emotions that effect the face. I'd say at least your face won't line but those frown lines.. they'll be horrific. Just going by past experience, you rarely seem to like the things I do.
I'm at the store and they don't have your usual Ben and Jerries so you're gonna have to pick between the brownie one or cookie dough. Or suck it up and have some generic boring brand...?
"good. ." She didn't feel an iota of guilt for lying, she was essentially fine anyway, she could handle having a broken wrist, it wasn't life threatening and it was annoying but it would heal. She needed to figure out how they were going to get out of this. "Yeah i'm fine." She rolled her eyes. Alright, so they were both lying. She knew it came from that whole 'lone wolf' bullshit they both had going on but sometimes it was a bit stupid. As she leaned forward between the front seats she spotted the blood on his head a mile away - that wasn't nothing, head wounds could be serious. "Liar," She called him out as she looked pointedly at his head, but from this awkward angle she couldn't do much about it.
She watched him turn to face her and she took the time to look him over properly in the half light that was available. The rest of him seemed to be in one piece and it astounded her to feel relief for it. "Has your phone got any signal?" Reaching with her good arm, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and pressed the lock screen. Nothing happened. Frowning, she tried holding down the power button but to no avail. "Either the battery died or the crash killed it." Though she saw no obvious reason as to why it was dead. "You're not fine, how bad is it?" Blaise looked back to Brook, seeing his gaze on her cradled arm she moved it out of sight behind the chair again, as if that would make it go away. "It's just a break, it doesn't matter." She'd had worse anyway and she frowned. "You'll have to let me out of the back." She added pointedly - she couldn't open the doors from the outside but it was worth seeing if she could do anything to try and fix the cars; she was an expert at them after all.
”I wasn’t trying to stop them” She rolled her eyes, she figured as much or he'd be speeding off after them already. Still, it wasn't like he was Mr. Perfect, it wasn't as if he didn't speed himself. Everyone sped when they drove, unless you were old - they seemed to barely be able to get out of first gear. ”when did I say I was like lewis Hamilton? I’m a damn good driver and its part of the job requirement.” She didn't comment on that, not as in the mood for their back and forth banter as she usually was. She was aware that they took driving tests and similar, they had to be able to drive with the sirens on and all that shit. Still, she knew how to drive to escape the sirens, which in her opinion made her the better driver.
Her attention was stolen by the flash of the deer. If the roads hadn't been wet, they probably would have been fine - or maybe if he hadn't taken a second to give her that look. She braced as they skidded and then swerved, grunting at the impact of the car hitting the tree. She was thrown forward and then yanked back by the seatbelt, a loud exhale of breath forced from her as her head hit the back of the seat in front of her. She shook it off, feeling lucky that the seat was padded, but it took her a minute to consider her other injuries. ”Blaise? You okay?” She gave a nod, ignoring the way her head swum a little, it was mostly the shock of the crash. "Yeah I'm okay," reaching to unclip her belt she winced, sucking in a breath of pain. With a confused frown she looked down at her right hand and saw why - it was stuck at definitely the wrong angle and she made a noise halfway between frustrated and pained, not bothering to tell him. She clutched it close to her chest to protect it until they could fix it, and unclipped the belt with her other hand, shifting forward to peer into the front. "Are you alright?" She looked him over with a critical eye.
She snorted as he flashed his lights at someone when they overtook, "yeah cause that'll stop them," if anything they were already long gone before they even saw the lights - or weren't even noticed. If they were an idiot fast driver they wouldn't have been observant enough to see the officer they'd narrowly avoided. ”I’ve been driving since I was fifteen, I know what I’m doing.” Blaise made a point of rolling her eyes so he could see the gesture, "Doesn't matter how long you've been driving. You can still drive like a backwards moron." She raised a brow, "it doesn't automatically make you Lewis Hamilton."
”Are any cars in England built for these kinds of conditions?” She shot him a look, "I hope that was sarcastic. If not get out and we'll switch." It was the tires that made the difference, and the driver - not really the car. She was about to say something else to poke the bear when something suddenly dashed out in front of the windscreen. "Brook, look out!" Not like he might miss it but she couldn't help herself as she braced against the seat.
”I’m sure they’ll welcome you back with open arms.” She rolled her eyes in response and for once didn't talk back. She didn't see the point, and she wasn't particularly in the mood. Blaise's attention turned to the sky instead, curious to see the weather turn so bad so quickly. As the rain pelted down, thunder and lightning quickly follows and she frowned at the increase of the downpour. The wipers were struggling to keep up with the lashings, turning her head slightly to catch the news as Brook turned up the volume; a glance at his face showed a frown that meant he was at least mildly concerned.
She felt the shudder of the car and frowned slightly too, thinking back to the make and model and what she knew of it. ”Hope you’re not a nervous passenger.” Her gaze flickered back to Brook and she shifted, leaning forwards slightly. "Depends if you know what you're doing. I prefer to drive," And she was damn good at it too. She loved cars, had always loved cars, could take them apart and put them back together and knew how to drive like an absolute mad woman. Water was a dangerous game though and she frowned. "This car isn't exactly built for these kind of conditions, just take it easy. Steering'll be pretty heavy if we aqua plane," Her frown deepened, this car was solid for a police vehicle given it's weight and handling but it'd be a bitch to hang onto if they hit surface water.
She was surprised he held the door open but she slipped in without a quip - or a thanks. She wasn't going to drag her heels today but she also sure as shit wasn't going to be sweet as pie about it either. She settled in her seat and buckled up reluctantly, waiting for Brook to climb in and get them moving. He didn't take too long, but he didn't seem to be in a rush either - which surprised her. She thought he'd be keen to get all this over and done with by now.
It was a while before they spoke, the car already rolling along when she bothered to talk. She didn't mind quiet, but she was bored and tired and she wanted to distract herself. ”Willow Bridge, frequent haunt of yours?” Blaise raised an eyebrow at the snarky comment but didn't react. "It is actually, can't wait to return." She responded, though she knew there were likely some people there who would be less than pleased to see her again. Wonderful. She frowned up at the sky as the gathering swirl of black clouds finally began to open, letting loose a sudden downpour of rain. Blaise snorted at the miserable turn of the weather. "Seems about right," she muttered - it matched her mood well enough.
You'll struggle to find a woman otherwise, and I can't have you bothering me forever because you're lonely...
