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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”believe what you want about other officers but I would never stand in the way of a child getting back to their mother.” She'd pissed him off again, and her lips thinned, hiding the smirk as she pressed them together, too frustrated to be amused. It was her turn to observe him as she turned back to see him turned away. She'd hit a nerve somewhere, she didn't know enough about him to even guess at what nerve it was this time; he had as many as she did, though she hated to admit it. She let the silence spread between them, letting him come back to her and refusing to fill the quiet - he wanted to pry so hard, that was on him but she wasn't going to help.
”fine, you don’t want my help with your son, fine. .but at least let me help you. Sort your life out and be the best mother you can be, your son deserves it. She narrowed her eyes, rapidly trying to build her walls back up as he tried to bulldoze through "Firstly, you don't talk about my son." She leaned forward across the table. "Secondly, what you're asking, is the equivalent of me telling you to trust me, after all the terrible criminals you've known. That I'm different to all the rest. You're saying that you would just believe me, without doubt, that I wasn't going to turn around and burn you?"
She raised her eyebrows, the problem was there was no trust between them, and no reason for that to develop. He might not have hurt her yet, but he hadn't proved himself either. "It's not even that you're asking me to trust you, it's the fact that you're asking me to trust you with my son's life. He's not a part of this right now" She indicated between him and Brook. "There's a reason for that, whether he's out of my reach or not, I choose to keep him away, because I know I cannot bring him into this life. You think I'm stupid or selfish enough to live this life for the fun or it? For the thrill? I do it for my son, everything I do is for my son."
She watched him ignore her, trying not to feel irked - which was what he wanted. Always a game with them, back and forth, cat and mouse - it played into fate that they were criminal and cop. Her eyes followed his movements as he looked through her file; surprisingly thick - she was quite proud of herself. Maybe she'd need her own drawer some day. Her own filing cabinet. "ha. good one." She snorted, ignoring the sarcasm. He was really not giving her much today and it was starting to incite her.
The cat was out of the bag now. She'd been trying to keep her son a secret all her life - not for her sake, but for his. She didn't need people prying into who or where he was, she needed him to be safe; safe from her. She didn't need Brook looking into this, digging up old graves. She would go back for her son when she could, but right now it wasn't right for him. She saw the way his expression changed as he leaned forward and she turned her face away, hardening. She didn't want his pity or his softness. "I can try. .if you let me." She huffed, eyebrows drawing together, jaw tightening in anger. "They say that every time, but it's people like you that have added layer and layer and locked door after locked door between us. You'll just make it worse to fuck with me."
She grinned at the look on his face, a slight twitch as if he were holding on to his patience. She couldn't help it, he was so fun to tease. He gave such good reactions and the bitch in her always rose to it. The grin didn't reach her eyes though. This wasn't the best time to joke. Knee jerk reaction to be smug and catty but she really was in some trouble here and she needed to tread carefully.
He frowned and so she frowned, folding her arms with an annoyed huff. She shouldn't talk anymore or she'd tell him something shed regret. None of the cops knew much about her aside from her physical attributes and rap sheet. She was so careful to keep it locked down, it was silly to let this one in. He'd betray her like the rest had. "I know you don't do it for fun. . you do it to survive." This time she held back the eye roll. "well if you know that why not just let me go," it was a nice try but she knew that wouldn't happen.
"let me help you then. .for once just let someone help." she grit her teeth, fingers clenching to fists. He just didn't get it. "You can't help me get my boy back so just leave it alone." ah fuck. She growled and shut her mouth. Congratulations Blaise, you idiot.
Her eyes wandered whilst he was gone, it was something she did without thinking - picking up any information she could find and filing it away for future reference. There wasn't much to see, he was careful with his displays, unlike some of the other officers who posted whatever they felt like, making it easier for criminals like her. You might wonder how police work could influence her life, but if you knew where their focus was right now, or where their main priorities were, what kind of things they considered important, it helped to know the kind of person she was dealing with and where the police force's focus was, how much they would bother with a petty theft if they had missing children or a serial killer on the loose. The clatter of mugs chinking announced Brook's return and she switched her attention back to him, leaning back against the chair.
"Careful." she warned, half to annoy him as she saw him spill the coffee. Careless, he didn't seem too fussed about his own health. Not the way some guys liked to take care of themselves. Brook seemed like the type to throw himself head first into a fire to save someone else. Everyone said they'd do that, not many people were genuine about it. She wasn't sure if she liked his gaze on her or not, she shifted under it. He had a way of seeming like he could look right into her, it was intense and it made her feel like she couldn't lie, couldn't hide. " I'm not going to force you to tell me anything. .but I'll listen if you do." Her gaze narrowed slightly, only a little. Not the usual bullshit, he was so different to the other police, it almost made her talk. Almost. She blew out a huff and curls her fingers around the steaming cup. "I don't do this for fun, you know." she burst out, almost angrily despite the fact she wasn't angry at him. "I just. I have to. I don't have any other choice!" She let go of the cup and leant back in the chair again, folding her arms and then uncrossing them. Annoyed at herself. "You think I enjoy this kind of life? Always looking over my shoulder? Beg, borrowing and stealing? Getting hauled in here, manhandled but asshole 1 and 2? Newsflash.. I don't."
She tilted her head to try and gain a better read of him as he thought over the question. She didn't know if he'd answer it, or if he did, whether it would be honest or not. It would be easy to make up some bullshit just to fill the blank - because I want to, because I feel I have to, because I'm bored... easy ready-to-go kind of answers that they'd both know were shit, but they'd just accept it, shrug and move along. Just as she thought he might not answer at all, he did that thing he occasionally did and surprised her again. "Honestly. .I don't know." accompanied with an awkward shrug. She frowned, her fingers tapping against the table without conscious thought. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? She wanted to drill him, make him explain that. How can he not know, or was it that he didn't want to say. Did it mean something? Did it mean nothing? Understanding men was harder sometimes than solving a bloody rubix cube.
Blaise wisely, for once, kept her mouth shut. Of all the times she had nothing to say, it was apparently now. She couldn't ask him for more clarification, this wasn't the time or place to start asking for answers like that, and she didn't know if she wanted to hear it, whatever it was, but sitting here, not caring about her charges, more intrigued by the man charging her, was making her restless. "Do you want a coffee or anything?" Disappointing. She thought he might have something more interesting to say. "Yeah, alright." he knew how she drunk her coffee, a weird piece of information but it was true. It almost freaked her out to realise she knew how he liked his, and other odd and familiar mannerisms like that. "there are things I can't tell you." she said bluntly, knowing at some point he would start his own series of questions. Circling back to why she did this, what she gained from it. Not much sadly, but her life was set on a different path to his. Her eyes watched him carefully for his response, waiting for that typical 'you can trust me' bullshit the cops always enjoyed spewing in times like this. She couldn't though, she'd made those kinds of mistakes before.
She caught his glance and looked away, releasing the grip on her own wrists so he'd stop staring. She felt uncomfortable, seeing him watching with that weird concerned little crease between his eyebrows. It was odd to have someone care, even a little tiny remote bit - she didn't exactly know what they were to each other, but she was slowly learning that there was something there that made them care, weirdly, about each other, in a messed up tangled kind of way.
"The last thing I want is for you to end up in jail." Her eyes flickered to his, confused, uncertain. She didn't know what to make of things when he said stuff like that. What did it mean, was he being serious? She frowned slightly, not sure what to say. After a few moments of awkward silence she let out a tiny sigh, a little release in breath. "Neither do I." she admitted. She'd probably last okay in there, and it wouldn't be for that long, she'd get out on good behaviour within a few months for sure, but it would be another black spot on her way to getting her son back.
She chewed the inside of her cheek, a habit of hers for when she was thinking her way out of a tough situation. "Look. .i'll try and get the assault charges dropped out of self defence but I don't know about the others. ." She watched him warily, her eyes trying to search his, keeping herself carefully contained from letting too much emotion out. "why do you want to help me?" she had to ask, she was a thorn in his foot for sure, why did he care? What did he get out of this? She just screwed him around and played games and got into trouble and made messes that he went around cleaning up... and now he was trying to help her? She didn't understand, and she thought maybe she wanted to figure it out this time.
"You just can't help yourself can you. ." Her eyebrows rose slightly, giving her a haughty look at didn't look right on her face. She'd never had enough money in her life to be haughty, and she probably never would. The rate she was going she'd either be dead or in jail in five years time. She had a wonderful outlook on life, but at least she wasn't delusional. "Nope. They earned it." She smiled at him without humour. This was and always would be a sore spot for her, police and the way they treated her. She couldn't help it, and even with this guy who was nice to her and helped her, it was hard not to be an asshole to him. Seeing that look in his eyes, that one that said he wanted to firmly shake her, gave her a stupidly sick enjoyment, whilst on the other hand it just made her feel guilty and empty. Talk about conflict.
At least he loosened the cuffs, that was nice. "Sit down Miss Turner" The use of the surname. Her eyebrows furrowed, wondering where this was going to go, she wondered if it might be fun - perhaps not. He looked stern and serious, the not-so-fun version of Brook. She hated complying to people, particularly police, and she sat somewhat sourly, trying not to look too bitter. She peered around the bland room as she waited impatiently for his return. There was nothing in this room that even showed some sentiment of Brook, it was weirdly void of anything personal - interesting.
Handcuffs now off she rubbed her sore wrists, sighing as she winced at the spots where they'd rubbed her skin raw. That would scab - lovely. "breaking and entering, theft, assaulting a police officer....Someones been busy." She shrugged and looked at him without expression. "So many houses and so little time." she said, looking bored. "You're looking at jail time here Blaise." She looked at Brook with a blank face, but inside was turmoil. She knew she was building up a decent rap sheet every time she got caught, and every time she didn't the stain on her soul grew darker. She'd never get her child back, despite how everything she was doing was for him. It wasn't working, and she didn't know how to fix it. She sighed, jail certainly wouldn't help her. "Wouldn't you love that?" She was trying not to be a bitch but it was the only thing that came naturally to her these days.
Of course it had to be a day he was working this shift. She rolled her eyes so hard they almost rolled into the back of her head. What did she expect really though, considering he seemed to eat, sleep and breath his job, of course he would be here. If she didn't want to be seen getting caught doing this stupid shit then why do it in his town, she was almost asking for him to find out - almost. She bit back the sigh, ready to face the music he was about to preach at her as he stalked over. She stared right at him, rather than avoiding him. She would not be seen with her tail between her legs like she knew she was in trouble, she would stand loud and proud and keep rolling those damn eyes of hers until they hurt.
"this is your final warning, stop boasting about your arrests, people are trying to work and quite frankly, no one gives a damn....And you should know better, you're already on a warning, clean up your act and start being the mentor you're supposed to be." Okay, so she had to appreciate the royally ass spanking the idiots just got for their stupidity. It felt nice for once to have an officer on her side, normally they all treated her the same. The second they knew she had a rap sheet she was scum to them, they didn't even bother asking why. It was why she didn't trust them, they never tried to help her. Apart from this one. This one was weird, and different and confusing and made her feel upside down. She wasn't sure if she liked it yet or not.
"i'll handle this, go and take you're lunch." Blaise twisted her head to watch them stalk off, wishing she had a hand free so she could give them a little wave, instead all she could go for was a smirk and blow them a kiss, which they didn't seem to appreciate. Her gaze fell back on Brooke, wary of his reaction, whether he'd give her the 5th degree or just sigh and give her that look he had. The one she liked to think was reserved just for her these days. "Can you at least loosen the cuffs before you spit me up and chew me out? Tweedledum and tweedledumber have overdone it a little bit." she said, wiggling her hands a little as she tried to get some semblance of feeling back into them.
"You may as well quit fighting, girlie. You're coming to the station." Blaise growled, refusing to give him an easy time, even as he slammed her against the side of his police car and yanked her hands behind her back. Stupid really, she'd gotten careless and complacent and had broken into the wrong home. The kind of home which had bloody hidden cameras, which had managed to catch her face as she'd run off with the family crown jewels. They'd caught up with her pretty quickly in the rundown hostel she was hiding out in - sadly all she could afford, even with all the hidden cash stash, and she'd given them a run for their money. The taller one was out of breath, the fat one wasn't even in sight yet - probably having a heart attack back at the hostel.
She didn't bother to say anything in her defense, no doubt they'd use it against her if she did - she'd played these games many times before. She let them shove her into the back, awkwardly trying to rearrange herself into a slightly more comfortable position, as much as possible with her hands stuck behind her back. He'd done the cuffs too tight and they cut into her skin, her shoulders screaming a little already. Asshole. Just because she'd head butted him. They weren't far from the station - she was kind of disappointed it wasn't Brook that arrested her, he could use her cuffs on her any day - but she guaranteed he wouldn't find it so funny.
They grabbed her arms and unceremoniously pulled her from the car, shoving her between them as they entered the station and man handling her across to the reception. "Yeah alright, I got it." she growled through gritted teeth as the pissed off tall one gave her another shove, this one a little harder than necessary and she nearly stacked it. That'd be fun - if she fell like this she had no hands to save her fall. She'd experienced it before. Broken noses sucked. "Got ourselves a live one, folks." the fat one announced proudly, puffing out his man boobed chest as he got the receptionist to start on the paperwork.
GENDER: lady AGE: twenty-seven D.O.B: 29th april SEXUALITY: straight STATUS: it's complicated PLAY-BY: ali larter HEIGHT: 5ft8 HAIR: strawberry blonde EYES: blue
"'CAUSE YOU'VE CROSSED MY MIND"
TATTOOS: snake tattoo around her right bicep ,musical note on her lower back SCARS: large scar down the inside of her right forearm DRINK: yep SMOKE: when she's stressed DRIVE: yep GLASSES: nope HOME: local hotel BORN AND RAISED: new york, america
"MADE MY BLOOD THUMP 7-8-9"
rude. sarcastic. snippy. bit of bite. sarky. often rather cruel with her words, able to twist them to get the right effect; whether to piss you off or make you back off. smart mouth - most particularly with people of authority or the police. defensive. takes a lot to make her talk. brilliant at deflecting. manipulative. intelligent. never be a goody goody. loves the thrill of being 'bad ass'. can be thoughtful and considerate to others if given the chance. good at remembering things and observing people, and sometimes she acts upon the knowledge. not trusting at all. can be trustworthy herself so long as you prove to her you're worth it, and loyal. not always dependable. free-spirit. a loose cannon. not always honest but if she isn't it's usually for a good reason.
LIKES: fast and beautiful cars , money , her son - jacob , freedom , men , alcohol , sticking it to the police , sunsets , full english breakfasts , having a place to hide out , sleeping in , good tv , sleeping with two pillows , scented candles , meaningful tattoos , decent graffiti - like banksy's DISLIKES: police , jail , people thinking they're better than her , overly-happy people , optimism , murderers , people who think she'll do anything for money (she has standards) , guys who don't know 'no' , social services and foster homes , assholes , people with nice cars who don't know how to care for them , being poor , only having one pillow when sleeping , going without her coffee , driving a crappy car , living in cheap crummy flats STRENGTHS: smart , pick-pocketing and stealing , lock picking , quick-thinking , has a way with words - can talk herself and others out of things , driving - she's got some skills , determined , good liar , physically and mentally strong , snowboarding , courageous WEAKNESSES: charming men , her son , needing more cash , romance novels! , white chocolate , running long distance , free running - if she looks down she loses her bottle , heights , swimming - can't FEARS: heights , jacob getting hurt , falling in love with someone who can't accept her , going back to jail for longer SECRETS: jacob is technically a secret - she doesn't want him to be implicated in anything she does. , still has a grand tucked away that she stole from thomas. , almost stabbed someone during a fight in jail but couldn't go through with it - got hurt because of it.
"MAKE MY HEART BEAT DOUBLE TIME"
STATUS IN SOCIETY: working/lower class OCCUPATION: criminal/ex con/con artist/thief EXPERTISE: thieving/deception/singing WEALTH: very little PROUDEST MOMENT: her son - he's the only thing she has left worth living for and she's trying to build a life for him. MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT: getting thrown into jail - it was awful, the humiliation of being taken there in the car, of being convicted, of being judged.
"AM I THE ONLY SOUR CHERRY"
FATHER(S): unknown MOTHER(S): rumoured to be a lounge singer called Libby OTHER HALF: sort of dating - BROOK LEON TYSON - 27 - detective sergeant SIBLINGS: unknown CHILDREN: jacob william turner - 4
blaise never met her parents, never wanted to. she was dropped off on the door step as a baby, swathed in rags. there was a note beside her head only with the words 'my name is blaise' written upon the paper and that was it. the home took her in with caution, confused and worried as to where the parents might be and what state they were in, but they were never found. blaise grew up already filled with resentment for being unwanted by the people biologically programmed to love her. she was difficult to handle, always up to something or other. at once point when she was around eight, the doctor tried to diagnose her with ADHD but it was a false diagnosis. she never showed symptoms for it, she was simply a difficult child to handle.
she had no proper role models in life to teach her. she was passed from temporary foster home to temporary foster home, sometimes the parent's were too free and she did whatever she wanted - skipping school, picking on other kids, acting out in class...and as she grew older, staying out too late, smoking, hanging out with the wrong group, stealing, sleeping with boys when she got to that age. she didn't mean to be a bad kid, but either her foster carers didn't know how to handle her and so she was never taught right and wrong, or they were too strict and she fought back. a couple of people even lashed out at her once which did not go down well with anyone, and always within weeks or months she was back to the home.
once she got to her later teens she started to get called on by the police. 'where was she on the night of this or that date at this or that time', when things had gone missing from a few small local shops and houses or if there was vandalism. it started to become a regular occurrence for the police to bring her home every night, so much so that even they began to give up on her and simply resigned themselves to picking her up off the street at 1am every morning and escorting the sometimes wasted, sometimes not wasted girl back to the home.
once eighteen she was free of the place, and she left without a backward glance. they worried of course, of what she was to become but it was too late, she was already set on that destructive path. once free of the home she set herself up at a cheap flat far out from her hometown and attempted to get a job. it was hard, nobody wanted to employ a foster kid with bad school grades and so in order to pay rent she had to resort to ways she'd half hoped she wouldn't have to -theft. oh she would never sleep with the land lord as payment, she was not a whore and refused to be seen as a piece of meat no matter his implications. no, instead she began to steal. small things at first until she leant how to do it properly - how to avoid getting caught.
she wound up in a cell a few times, but nothing seemed to quite get through to her, to bother her enough to try another way. she felt the whole world was against her, so what else to do but fight back in the most under dog ways she could. her thefts escalated and she in fact got away with rather a lot from time to time - her most prized accomplishment was an aston martin vanquish car; a beautiful car. that wasn't quite stealing - she was owed the car in reality. a boyfriend of hers; one she picked up on a random night out as it happened, and it turned out to become more than just the one night. he was similar to her; a rough guy, but rather than theft, he had gotten into drug pushing. that was a whole other side that she didn't want to get into, and she tried to ignore what he did. they got by better together, enough to have to talk about the fact that they couldn't simply hold so much money on them, and they couldn't trust a bank account...so instead they decided to buy something - and they both agreed on a fast car. a beautiful fast car. see... blaise has a thing about beautiful cars.
they didn't quite have as much as they needed, and so blaise tried a difficult steal. an expensive mans expensive home vault. it took weeks of preparation and in the end she almost made it out. her boyfriend - thomas - had agreed to help and she just managed to grab a crap load of cash when the place was busted. thomas made it out. she didn't. she was jailed for two years only because she managed to get a good lawyer, she even gave them information on thomas, and pleaded guilty. she may have been a proud woman, but she was smart and she knew how to shorten her sentence. she got into some fights behind bars but nothing the cops ever really knew much about, and in the end she was released four months early on good behaviour. as soon as she was free she went after thomas.
it took her months to track him down, but she had contacts and she knew his - finally she caught up with him in london where she discovered he'd taken the money that she had stolen for them, and spent it on a fabulous aston matin vanquish...just like they'd planned. she was angry, incredibly so, for him leaving her to rot in jail, for spending the money, all of that. somehow he managed to calm her down, swore he was sorry, that he tried his best and this was a present for her. he lied. after a night together that left her pregnant, he drove off without her..in her car. she followed him pretty damn quickly and took what he owed her. she was good at theft, it was her life, and stealing from him was easy - she took some of his money for good measure, and this time she drove off without him. he couldn't file a report with the police about the car without explaining who he was and how he got the money...and then he'd be the one inside a jail cell for years.
of course this meant she was alone once more...well not quite alone, only a few weeks later did she learn that she was pregnant. it was the worst news she could have - just out of prison, alone, money-less, job-less, homeless....she was tempted to rid herself off the kid but even for her that was too heartless. instead she struggled by as best she could, managing to get a waitressing job until she started to round out and they sacked her. the money was enough for a while, and once the kid was born she named him jacob and found that she already loved him. she got money here or there from random jobs but it was barely enough and rent on their little flat was always late. she did her best as a mother but felt inadequate, run down... eventually the social services came as she knew they would. apparently someone in the building block had been concerned by the child's welfare, and upon seeing the mothers awful, small, dingy apartment, cupboards almost bare of food - and certainly of anything decent - and her poor track record, they took her child from her. she was distraught, fought to get him back but there was nothing she could do...and she moved away, trying to start afresh in hickstead.
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HEY THERE! my name is clips/admin lily and i'm eighteen years old. i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for several years. but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/color]:[/b] blaise rashel turner
nicknames: flash, zee, turner
age: twenty-six, 29th april
religion: none
sexuality: straight though experimented once
marital status: single (for now!)
occupation: waitress but is involved in criminal activity from time to time
playby: ali larter
hometown: new york, america
parents: unknown, she resisted in foster care homes until she was eighteen
siblings: unknown
brief history: blaise never met her parents, never wanted to. she was dropped off on the door step as a baby, swathed in rags. there was a note beside her head only with the words 'my name is blaise' written upon the paper and that was it. the home took her in with caution, confused and worried as to where the parents might be and what state they were in, but they were never found. blaise grew up already filled with resentment for being unwanted by the people biologically programmed to love her. she was difficult to handle, always up to something or other. at once point when she was around eight, the doctor tried to diagnose her with ADHD but it was a false diagnosis. she never showed symptoms for it, she was simply a difficult child to handle.
she had no proper role models in life to teach her. she was passed from temporary foster home to temporary foster home, sometimes the parent's were too free and she did whatever she wanted - skipping school, picking on other kids, acting out in class...and as she grew older, staying out too late, smoking, hanging out with the wrong group, stealing, sleeping with boys when she got to that age. she didn't mean to be a bad kid, but either her foster carers didn't know how to handle her and so she was never taught right and wrong, or they were too strict and she fought back. a couple of people even lashed out at her once which did not go down well with anyone, and always within weeks or months she was back to the home.
once she got to her later teens she started to get called on by the police. 'where was she on the night of this or that date at this or that time', when things had gone missing from a few small local shops and houses or if there was vandalism. it started to become a regular occurance for the police to bring her home every night, so much so that even they began to give up on her and simply resigned themselves to picking her up off the street at 1am every morning and escorting the sometimes wasted, sometimes not wasted girl back to the home.
once eighteen she was free of the place, and she left without a backward glance. they worried of course, of what she was to become but it was too late, she was already set on that destructive path. once free of the home she set herself up at a cheap flat far out from her hometown and attempted to get a job. it was hard, nobody wanted to employ a foster kid with bad school grades and so in order to pay rent she had to resort to ways she'd half hoped she wouldn't have to -theft. oh she would never sleep with the land lord as payment, she was not a whore and refused to be seen as a piece of meat no matter his implications. no, instead she began to steal. small things at first until she leant how to do it properly - how to avoid getting caught.
she wound up in a cell a few times, but nothing seemed to quite get through to her, to bother her enough to try another way. she felt the whole world was against her, so what else to do but fight back in the most under dog ways she could. her thefts escalated and she in fact got away with rather a lot from time to time - her most prized acomplishment was an aston martin vanquish car; a beautiful car. that wasn't quite stealing - she was owed the car in reality. a boyfriend of hers; one she picked up on a random night out as it happened, and it turned out to become more than just the one night. he was similar to hers; a rough guy, but rather than theft, he had gotten into drug pushing. that was a whole other side that she didn't want to get into, and she tried to ignore what he did. they got by better together, enough to have to talk about the fact that they couldn't simply hold so much money on them, and they couldn't trust a bank account...so instead they decided to buy something - and they both agreed on a fast car. a beautiful fast car. see... blaise has a thing about beautiful cars.
they didn't quite have as much as they needed, and so blaise tried a difficult steal. an expensive mans expensive home vault. it took weeks of preparation and in the end she almost made it out. her boyfriend - thomas - had agreed to help and she just managed to grab a crap load of cash when the place was busted. thomas made it out. she didn't. she was jailed for two years only because she managed to get a good lawyer, she even gave them information on thomas, and pleaded guilty. she may have been a proud woman, but she was smart and she knew how to shorten her sentence. she got into some fights behind bars but nothing the cops ever really knew much about, and in the end she was released four months early on good behaviour. as soon as she was free she went after thomas.
it took her months to track him down, but she had contacts and she knew his - finally she caught up with him in london where she discovered he'd taken the money that she had stolen for them, and spent it on a fabulous aston matin vanquish...just like they'd planned. she was angry, incredibly so, for him leaving her to rot in jail, for spending the money, all of that. somehow he managed to calm her down, swore he was sorry, that he tried his best and this was a present for her. he lied. after a night together that left her pregnant, he drove off without her..in her car. she followed him pretty damn quickly and took what he owed her. she was good at theft, it was her life, and stealing from him was easy - she took some of his money for good measure, and this time she drove off without him. he couldn't file a report with the police about the car without explaining who he was and how he got the money...and then he'd be the one inside a jail cell for years.
of course this meant she was alone once more...well not quite alone, only a few weeks later did she learn that she was pregnant. it was the worst news she could have - just out of prison, alone, money-less, job-less, homeless....she was tempted to rid herself off the kid but even for her that was too heartless. instead she struggled by as best she could, managing to get a waitressing job until she started to round out and they sacked her. the money was enough for a while, and once the kid was born she named him jacob and found that she already loved him. she got money here or there from random jobs but it was barely enough and rent on their little flat was always late. she did her best as a mother but felt inadequate, run down... eventually the social services came as she knew they would. apparently someone in the building block had been concerned by the childs welfare, and upon seeing the mothers awful, small, dingy apartment, cupboards almost bare of food - and certainly of anything decent - and her poor track record, they took her child from her. she was distraught, fought to get him back but there was nothing she could do...and she moved away, trying to start afresh in hickstead. [/ul]
[/color]:[/b] fast and beautiful cars money her son - jacob freedom men alcohol sticking it to the police sunsets full english breakfasts having a place to hide out sleeping in good tv sleeping with two pillows scented candles meaningful tattoos decent graffi - like banksy's
dislikes: police jail people thinking they're better than her overly-happy people optimism murderers people who think she'll do anything for money (she has standards) guys who don't know 'no' social services and foster homes assholes people with nice cars who don't know how to care for them being poor only having one pillow when sleeping going without her coffee driving a crappy car living in cheap crummy flats
strengths: smart pick-pocketing and stealing lock picking quick-thinking has a way with words - can talk herself and others out of things driving - she's got some skills determined good liar physically and mentally strong snowboarding courageous
weaknesses: charming men her son needing more cash romance novels! white chocolate running long distance free running - if she looks down she loses her bottle heights swimming - can't
secrets: jacob is technically a secret - she doesn't want him to be implicated in anything she does. still has a grand tucked away that she stole from thomas. almost stabbed someone during a fight in jail but couldn't go through with it - got hurt because of it.
fears: heights jacob getting hurt falling in love with someone who can't accept her going back to jail for longer
habits: wrinkles her nose slightly when she's trying to think her way out of a situation scratches her ear when she's uncomfortable about a lie she's telling will go quiet when she's upset and trying not to cry - hates crying
overall personality: she'd not all that difficult to figure out to start with. when you first meet her, you think you have her pegged. she's rude and sarcastic above all, with a snippy come back for every sentence out of your mouth and a bit of bite to go with it. she's sarky and often rather cruel with her words, able to twist them to get the right effect; whether to piss you off or make you back off. she's got a smart mouth with whoever she's talking to, but most particularly with people of authority or the police. she's not always downright nasty but if pushed she can be. the thing is, it takes you longer to realise that actually she's just defensive. you can listen to her talk for an hour but you'll never learn anything about her because she never says. it takes a lot to make her talk, she's brilliant at deflecting and actually very good at talking and taking the conversation where she wants it to go.
she's intelligent in the sense that nobody really knows her, but actually deep down she kind of wants to be good. sure she'll never be a goody goody, there's a part of her that loves the thrill of being 'bad ass' just too much to let it go, but another part of her wants to just settle down. she can be rather thoughtful and considerate to others if given the chance. she's very good at remembering things and observing people, and sometimes she acts upon the knowledge - either in a good or bad way but still. she's not trusting at all, but she can be trustworthy herself so long as you prove to her you're worth it, and she can be loyal. she's not always dependable, being a bit of a free-spirit...a loose cannon, sometimes she'll miss meetings she shouldn't have but she does try. she's not always honest but if she isn't it's usually for a good reason. in all truth she's not all as bad and horrible as she makes out to be, you just have to give her a chance, time and patience. [/size][/ul]
uhm how about no xD
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