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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Everything was spiralling way out of control and Cam didn't know what to do. In his head, this had played out so differently and all these people... they screwed him over. Why was it that he was stuck in this spot? He was almost yanked off his feet by Dahlia - the thin fabric of his hoodie shredding easily as she clung to it and was pushed back, leaving his face out in the open. That was when the true panic set in, the genuine panic. Because no sooner did he lose his anominity another woman was fighting back and chaos errupted. He barely caught Daz's eye when a man came at him.
His flight kicked in, a wave of instinct - raw and unfiltered as he took the knife back from the man's body and threw it directly at the man charging him.
"Scatter!"
The lights, the sirens, the fact everything fell apart - he had to cut his loss now. Had to get away from the situation. There was no reclaiming any of that and now he had to worry about getting out alive. He hoped above all that he was at least able to get away - ducking by any hands that grabbed him, fleeing for that door. He wouldn't be sticking around to get the other boys out of trouble. He'd warned them that it was every man for himself if things went south.
There was so much going on around him, his heart was hammering in his chest and yet his breathing was easy. He caught flickers of movement that sent off alarm bells. He wasn't made for this, but he had to - he didn't want to die, that threat was always hanging over him. He didn't want be in trouble, he just wanted safety again. But he let that tangent of thought go. Control. He needed control.
"Oi, that's enough. He said he'd give you the money, there's no need for violence." He reasoned. "The police will already be on the way, just take your money and go."
"Alright, I'm up." He said through gritted teeth. "I'll get you the money, but promise you'll let everyone go."
Cam growled audibly, turning his head to the first speaker, "No need for violence? No need? Since you seem so keen to gamble..."
He didn't even think as his knife moved away from the man's throat to his chest, and with a hard motion, stabbed the blade jaggedly into the man's ribs, feeling the instant the man's hot blood began to run.
"His life is now mine on a whim. So - sit. The fuck. DOWN!" he roared, finally seeing Daz move.
He leaned into the cashier's ear, "Nothing personal, but time now is of the essence. Try not to struggle, you'll only make things worse. Just remember, my hand was forced by that man over there."
He held his hand steady, he knew that enough movement one way or the other was bad - as if this wasn't bad enough. His throat was burning with pain of use. He gestured with his free hand at the other boy he's brought in with the baseball bat and then to the man who told him to stop the violence.
"He has pissed me off," Cam seethed, "Maybe move closer to the blonde lady there. We'll see if he's willing to gamble. Talk again sir, and I will have him beat the life out of that woman."
Cam didn't know how he didn't simply buckle over and throw up, all of this was so wrong, and yet he was calm about it all. Ordering violence where he had never done so before. The boy with the bat moved closer to the pregnant woman with a wickedly cruel smile.
"Can we let the others go, and then I'll give you everything we have."
Cam's eyes flickered under his hood between the people in the room and the man behind the register. Thirty steps to the door, more people than anticipated. His eyes went back to the man behind the register, who spoke. He listened and narrowed his eyes. That wouldn't do. He knew Daz was in the room, he'd seem him when they'd come in. He felt that weight sink more on his shouldered. This or death.
He didn't answer the man, feeling a cold numbness rush him. He didn't feel like himself as he moved forward, grabbing the guy by the hair and kicking the backs of his knees so he folded to the floor and held the blade to his throat.
"No," he growled, pressing the blade a little harder against his neck, "You'll do as I say. Open the till, or you'll be meeting your Gods early."
He was steady despite how he felt. He didn't want to kill someone, he didn't, but he was far too calm. He'd felt this way before and he never wanted it to return, but here he was threatening to take a life to keep his own. There was an unsettling power knowing he held the balance right now, but it chased away that little bit of fear long enough for his body to react right.
He tightened his grip on the man's hair and pulled up, "Now stand and behave."
Cam's nerves felt more shot than normal, and that was because of the pressure that he was under. Whilst he'd been told by Daz to expect some sort of challenge, he had never thought that he would given this task. Of all the things to charge a mute guy with, but he'd accepted it and began thinking things over. His first decision had been to see if anyone was willing to work with him - he'd never been explicitly told to do this alone, and he wasn't sure if his voice would fail him or not anyway. So he'd gone around to the lower ranking members, not so foolish to think that he'd be able to get someone higher than him to join in. Most turned him down with a sneer, but eventually he'd found two other boys in slightly better condition than he was that were agreeable to join him in this stint.
He'd only had a small amount of time to get things prepared, this had been dropped on him without much warning and he knew now as he approached that he should've found the time to check the place out and figure the layout rather than having a hope and a prayer that things would work out. He had no idea if there were cameras and where they might've been - sure, he had a guess on that if there was meant to be any, but that still didn't work in his favor. Instead, he'd spent his precious time fetching clothes that they could ditch. It meant a lot of stealing and double checking, but the plan was that if they could ditch or even better - burn - the clothes, there was less chance of being identified. At least, that was what he was hoping. He'd even managed to get his hands on some knives, they were common kitchen knives sure, but it was better than nothing, and one of the boys had found a baseball bat, so there was that.
He could feel his heart racing and his breathing picked up. He'd gone over the plan with the two other boys several times, he'd made it clear to them that they were only there for the money and nothing else - hurting people was very much a last resort. He was sure that all the blood was gone from his face but it was this or death. He wanted to be alive. He was shaking as he approached the coffee shop but somehow it stilled, steadying as he moved up towards the counter with his hood up.
"No body fucking move," growled one of the other boys, trying his best to put as much force into his voice as he could, "Otherwise someone will get their head caved in or their throat slit. Your choice."
Cam moved past the side board that usually stopped people from entering and moved towards the surprised cashier, angling his knife at them. He felt his stomach turn and drop but somehow he didn't lose his composure as he forced out bitter words loud enough for the cashier - "Open the til-ll... money in the bag."
His voice sounded alien and raspy from disuse. But for once he was glad it worked for him.
full name • Cameron William Chamberlain nicknames • Cam, Chambers age • Twenty-three birthday • December 25th occupation • Unemployed gender • Male sexuality • Questioning
the appearance
face claim• Diego Barrueco
identifying features• Scruffy and worn, Cam is very clearly someone who lives day by day on the streets, avoiding most. Carrying a black back-pack and sporting some undefined sleeve tattoos and odd scars.
the personality
likes • - The rain - Music, especially instrumental pieces - The smell of freshly cut grass - Horses - Spring and Summer - Drawing, artistically skilled dislikes • - Cold, Wet Weather; includes snow - Loud, sudden noises - Alcohol - Small spaces, claustrophobic - Large dogs strengths • - Fast, eager learner - Athletic weaknesses • - Shy, Timid - Selectively Mute dreams • To be seen as human fears • Getting too close to others overall personality • Cam over all is a sweet guy that is pretty heavily tucked into his shell, and it takes time and patience to win him over. He's generally nice to a fault, and can be blindly loyal at times. Whilst he does enjoy learning, he does get disheartened when he doesn't get it perfect every single time - some would call him a perfectionist but he has his reasons for pushing himself. He will exhaust himself trying to please those who have won him over, regardless of his failings, he will keep pushing until he is perfect.
the history
father • Bradley Craig Chamberlain , Fifty-two, former Track Olympian - now a wealthy Throughbred Stable owner, Alive mother • Abigail Marie Chamberlain [Gorge],Fifty, former 1x Dressage Olympian - Deceased siblings • Older Brother - Addison 24, Older Brother - Jonathan 25 important people • None Currently hometown • Hickstead, Born overall history • Warning, trigger content! - Hinted Abuse, Non-Detailed -
Cam was born as the last child to Bradley and Abigail Chamberlain as their last child before life began to unravel for the married couple. Cam was a smaller child, and more often than not was sick, and grew very attached to his mother - as his father was not all that interested in their runty child when he had two stronger boys that would carry the family name to future heights. Cam stuck to his mother's side as he grew up, but little did he know of his mother's sickness that would take her away from him at the age of seven.
Cam watched his mother slowly fade away over a span of two years, as disease ran wild in her body. When Abigail passed in her sleep, Cam was roughly woken and informed by his father that his mother was dead before leaving him to deal with it. Cam spent several weeks after that continuing to blindly search for his mother, asking at dinner when she was coming home - as he did not understand the finality of what had transpired. It was in the third week, after days on end of asking the same pointless question that Bradley snapped, back-handing his youngest son with enough force to topple the child to the floor and with black-fury, screamed at his son. It was the start of many things to come in Cameron's life.
Cameron became the target of his father's rage and grief, drilling in so many different things into his young head that would have long lasting effects later in life. The physical abuse was sporadic and unpredictable, and Cam simply went numb. By the age of ten, Cam had effectively shut down and stopped trying to defend himself. His older brothers took turns picking on him at home, and the bullying in school took its pound of flesh in turn, but still he kept going home. Repeatedly reminded of his lack of worth, compared to numerous times to his successful brothers, Bradley decided that he would move out of Hickstead to go to America, and leave his youngest behind in the care of a family-friend.
Grant Banner was kind enough in the public eye, seen by those who knew him as a good friend for taking in a troubled teenager and attempting to help straighten him out, but it could not have been further from the truth. Grant saw the boy as a leech on his life, but was paid a handsome amount to have him stay. Grant likewise taught Cameron many valuable lessons - what alcohol did to a man when he consumed too much and decided that it was ok to beat a sleeping teen, and what it felt like to be completely betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. Sleeping in the basement fearing for what might or might not come. Isolation was not uncommon for Cam, dropping out of school by the age of 16.
His fear of enclosed spaces came from a night where he was locked into a small cupboard for several long hours, begging to be let out. Finally breaking, Cameron went into a blind rage murdering Grant in his bed as he slept. Somehow he remained calm enough to clean up, pack up and leave.
Ever since then Cameron has lived on the streets, sleeping anywhere he can and keeping his head down. He has random flash-nightmares of what he has done and what was done to him, and has frequent voices in his head that are both comforting and disturbing. His nightmares are vivid, almost like they are lucid - unable to stop what is playing out around him. He lives in fear of his past and will search for any given way out; resorting to thieving and the break and enter of about a dozen private properties.
the role player
alias • Blackjack, Jac age • Mid 20s other characters • Grey Irah Vaughn
