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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"La favorita intocable" He let out a sarcastic snort and rolled his eyes at the innocent look she tried to portray. ”Favourite, maybe, untouchable, no.” He said, reaching over to poke her arm, giving her ribs a break this time. "Alright, I'll see you in the ring then," He gave her a sadistic smile and cracked his knuckles. ”Name a time and place hermana.” It had been a while since he’d fought with her and he was curious to see if her moves had gotten sloppy during her time in England – which by the sounds of it, they had. "Oh I intend on it. "él no sabrá qué lo golpeó.” He shook his head, smirking at the cruel grin on her face. ”Correction, he will know what hit him, he just won’t see it coming” If the guy was anything like his younger self, he’d be going into the fight a cocky little shit, expecting to kick her ass again, underestimating her – leaving his guard down, allowing her to go in for the kill.
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"Works by me. Yeah, I know exactly who you are waiting on. He was an asshole to me constantly, and a pig at that. I'm not sure if you'll get a return call from him if I'm honest." His eyes lifted back to meet hers as she responded. ”No worries, one reference is enough anyway.” He didn’t want a reference from someone who treated their staff like shit anyway. "If it was legal, I would've knocked him out personally. He was a creeper - shit; ignore that. My filter stopped working for a moment there. I guess that tells you a little bit more about me then." His lips turning into a smirk before he let out a soft laugh. ”No need to filter yourself around me. I’m all for knocking out creeps. .It does and I like what I see. I think you’ll be a good fit here.” He liked a girl who knew how to stand up for herself. Something he’d instilled in his sister growing up. He never held back either, an asshole in the real world wouldn’t so why set her up for failure. ”The jobs yours Hayes, if you want it.”
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I do want it to show more. I think the inner bicep would hide it too much.” He flipped open his notepad and grabbed a pencil to write down a few notes and sketch a rough idea. “I’d say medium size? Nothing too massive. Thoughts on the lower arm? Inner, close-ish to the wrist?” He nodded and glanced at her arm. ”That could work, not to hidden but not too exposed.” He spent a few more minutes on the paper in front of him before flipping it around to show her. ”A rough idea/example of what I could do” He said, showing two different ideas.
“Classic move, eat mine the same way, I hope you like them.” He looked up from the sketches and offered her a small grin. ”Only way to eat them in my opinion.” He stated. The buttercream to cake ration was well off if you ate it any other way. Turning it into a small cake was the perfect way to distribute everything evenly. “I think keeping it simple would be the best, especially for the first tattoo. I also don’t quite know the size that would fit me best. I was thinking on the arm, that’s for sure.” He glanced back at the sketch then back to the woman’s arms. ”The inside of your bicep could work? Unless you want it more on show? Then maybe just above your bicep on the outer side. I wouldn’t go too big with your first tattoo, you may end up hating it. . plus the bigger it is the more expensive.”
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Dante rolled his eyes at his sister, giving her a look as she took the piss. "you bullshit pa? bueno, nunca lo hubiera esperado! You are such a besar el culo" He waited for her to finish before going to poke her in her tender ribcage. ”callate. .if I’m a besar el culo then what are you?” He countered. "Like I could forget that," He smirked as a few memories played through his mind of their childhood fights. It had his and Diego’s job to teach Zira how to defend herself properly. Although their dad wasn’t one to hold back in sessions with his sons, he still had a soft spot for Zira. Dante however had no problem holding back. An opponent in real life wouldn’t hold back so why give her a false sense of security. "Are you looking for rematch, bro?””Anytime sunshine” He grinned. "No, but when you're in the boxing ring, throwing the shit he did gets you barred. It wasn't a legitimate match, I should have been expecting some bullshit, but it was still crap." He ran a hand through his growing hair and narrowed his eyes slightly. ”Well now you know what his moves are, you can kick his ass when you see him again.”
( Translation - 'shut up...kiss ass')
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Dante watched the woman sit down, assessing her body language as she did. He didn’t mind if somebody was overly confident during the interview, in fact he’d prefer it, as long as they didn’t come across cocky. He wanted someone who would fit well into the current team he’d put together because he wasn’t the type of guy who would put up with any shit in the work place. If he wanted the business to succeed, along with the side business of course, then he needed people he could trust to get on with their jobs without causing a fuss. The woman across from him looked calm but the folding of her arms gave him an inkling that she was slightly nervous. "I have no real preference, I can move between them as needed, depending on the traffic you get through here, and if my tattooing style is what you are after in this establishment. Either way, I'm flexible." He tilted his head to the left slightly as he listened whilst recalling the folder of her work she had emailed in. ”Moving between both roles would be preferable. .saves me having to find another person to fill the position. Your work looked good, your style seems like it would fit in well here.” He said, glancing back down to the resume, his eyes resting on the references for a moment. ”So your first reference sang your praises but I’m still waiting to hear back from the second.”
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Dante reached for one of the cupcakes as she placed them down, unable to resist the sugar cravings that hit him the moment she’d mentioned she had brought them. He peeled the wrapper off before splitting the base in half and placing it on top of the buttercream, making a mini cake. “It’ll be my first tattoo. I was thinking of keeping it simple, with black and grey lines. I bake a lot, but also work on a farm. The idea I’m leaning more towards is a French whisk with some apple blossoms around it. To play with both loves. I’ve also thought of getting the butter package. Like a jokey kind of piece? “ He took a mouthful of the cake as the woman spoke, listening to what type of tattoo she was thinking of getting whilst looking at the sketches she had brought with her. He finished the cake then took a sip of water to clear his mouth before speaking. ”Okay, if it’s a minimalistic tattoo you’re after, I can do that for you but if you’re looking for something with colours or more in depth detail I can grab another artist for you to talk to as that’s something I personally don’t do.”
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"You are creepy," He rolled his eyes at the childish remark, not bothering to say something back. "I figured dad would have you checking out what brand of cereal I'm buying, not just the odd 'check in'," He smirked, shrugging his shoulders lazily. ”I can bullshit pops when I need to, he doesn’t need to know your every move like he doesn’t need to know mine.” He said, enjoying the freedom of not being under his thumb every day. "I did, but he decided to play outside the rules.” He snorted and shook his head with a mock tut. ”Since when has that every got in your way? I never play by the rules, even when we were fighting growing up.” He’d never been one to follow the rules, which had unfortunately came back to bite him on the ass, ending his mma career for too many illegal moves which led to the move to underground fighting. He looked at her, his lips curling into a playful smirk. ”Don’t tell me you’re getting sloppy sis”
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"That's me. You must be the boss." He nodded in reply and took her hand in his to shake it. ”As of last week. Dante” He sat back down onto the couch, gesturing for her to sit on the chair opposite. He’d never had an interview in his life, never mind being the interviewer. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to ask but all he cared about was how good she was at the job. That was the important part. ”So Hayes, are you applying for the tattooist position or the body piercer position?” He asked.
It was quite amusing how their elder brother turned out being neither of their parent’s favourite. First the worse and all that. He rubbed a hand through his short hair which he wasn’t used to, having recently shaved it off. "gracias Dios He rolled his eyes and smirked as she dodged his finger; confirming that she was injured. "You've been following me around for the last however many days, you tell me.” He snorted and shrugged. ”I checked in on you a couple of times Z, I’m not stalking your every move. eso es espeluznante.(That’s creepy.)” He leant against the railing as she spoke. "Got in a fight at the gym, the lads were holding back - this one didn't.” He gave a nod and folded his arms across his chest. ”Still. . you can usually hold your own.”
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"hijo de mami" He rolled his eyes and shrugged. He was and he wouldn’t deny it. He ran a hand through his hair as he inhaled deeply, calming himself down and ridding himself of the pissed off feeling that filled him. "Agree to disagree, I don't think she's as innocent as you like to believe. Well whatever it is, she's gone, so what does it matter what they say." He glanced back as she paused at the railing again, turning on his heel to face her. ”Whatever. . and cause it’s disrespectful.” He’d have done the exact same thing if somebody was bad-mouthing his sister or mother. As dodgy as he and his family was, respecting women had been drilled into him growing up. ”Enough about Izzie anyway.” He was done talking about her for now. As much as he hated to admit it, he was still hurt by the whole thing. He still thought something was off with her leaving but that rabbit hole was for another day. He reached over to poke her ribs. ”What happened there anyway?”
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oh perfect! I have a few sketches with me. They’re not perfect…but you’re the expert!” Dante gave a nod glanced towards her bag at the mention of sketches before lifting his eyes back to hers. ”Of course. What type of tattoo are you after?” He asked. Once he knew the type of tattoo she wanted he could steer her in the direction of what artist to go for. He moved over to the consultation space in the reception area, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for the woman to sit too. “I also brought cupcakes, if you would like some?” A grin crossed his lips ”I’ll never say no to a cupcake.”
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"You can keep nuestra madre, we all know I've got the whole crew wrapped around my pinkie." He grinned and rolled his eyes ”I will keep her, true but that’s not necessarily a good thing.” It meant more people were always watching, probably waiting for someone to fuck up and come to the rescue. The gang always had their backs but there were always a couple of power hungry members that were on the look out to make themselves look good to their father. "Didn't just get cold feet? You're not as good looking as you think you are, you know." He gave her a pointed look as he nudged past her, taking note of the grunt of pain she made as he elbowed her ribs. He hadn’t put much pressure into it, interesting. "Your biased because you used to see her naked. She was a Barbie brain, especially if she was foolish enough to go to the other side." He swatted at her arm as she elbowed him and shook his head as he walked away from her before it was his turn to try and throw her over the edge of the pier. His ex may have broken him but he still didn’t like hearing people talk shit about her. ”She didn’t go to the other side Z, she upped and disappeared, she had no reason to come back. The idiot clearly just wanted to try and throw me off before the match but unlucky for him, he didn’t know what my temper was like.”
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Dante came out of the office holding the resume of someone who’d enquired about a job during the week. His head tattooist had passed it on to him with the nod of approval which was good enough for him so he’d invited her down for an interview. He’d only had the place a couple of weeks and had already made a lot of changes to the place. He had gotten rid of all of the staff besides Malachai as he wanted a fresh start. If he was going to launder his father’s money through the business, he needed employee’s he could trust - ones that wouldn’t go snooping into any mystery expenses. He’d only kept Mal since he seemed like the type of guy who wouldn’t care what was going on in the background as long as he got his pay cheque at the end of the month. That was the type of staff he needed. He moved over to the consultation area and sat down on the couch, placing the resume down onto the table along with two glasses of water. He looked up as the door opened, taking in the appearance of the woman that stepped inside. Heavily tatted. Nice. Dante’s own artwork was on display, being dressed in a black vest and shorts. He stood up as she approached and gave a somewhat friendly smile – for him. ”Hayes?”