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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It looked like Fionn was wearing a blank face as his eyes made contact with Stephan. Green eyes blinked. Really? He thought to himself, and then it finally looked like the recognition hit his cousin's face. However his response left something to be desired. A snort of laughter escaped him, "Wow. Ramona Flower ex-boyfriends? Does that mean we're all douches also?" Although, now that he thought about it, "Actually - don't answer that." Stephan watched like some sort of hawkish library animal as Fionn made his way over now, not offering any help.
The books hit close table with a soft thump. Wow. Stephan was too scary to even sit with. Granted, it had been a while since he had seen Fionn and given his remark, it sounded like he had a rough go with one of his brothers. None of them, afterall, were very good about respecting an adult, "I'm Stephan," he offered with a smile, "The one that went to Oxford." He knew that alone had warrented enough bragging rights across the family branches. Maybe it would ring a bell, "What are you doing here?" Then, just in case his cousin was one of those people, Stephan added on, "In Hickstead. Not the library."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Stephen Breckah had more or less recovered from the shenanigan's that was getting jumped on the way to round two of food with his girlfriend, Maelle Orchidaceae. Truth be told, the whole event had been annoying - between loosing out on cheesecake, some knuckleheads trying to scare him and Mal, and then having to fucking get saved by Keith, it had all been a bit much for Stephen. He was still nursing his right hand a little longer on top of that, given it was the dominant hand to really throwing his punches. Still, the young man's sulking had ended over it weeks ago, but that bandaged up left hand reminded him of it along with Maelle's shaken look that haunted his dreams.
That look also haunted him merely because leading up to that fight, Stephen had been wondering that something had been missing in his relationship with her. Now he felt like he couldn't break up with her, not now, not after that shit. He owed her that much. Green eyes caught sight of his friend, Vi Olson, leaning against the Pier's boardwalk, the wind causing her hair to dance like a black hurricane. It gave Stephen some pause for a moment, although he wasn't sure why, to simply watch her. As that moment passed now, he called out with a grin, "Hey!" Once he caught her attention, and the distance between them closed, Stephen couldn't help but to grin, "You know, you're not suppose to look sad on your birthday. Even if I am a week late."
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Stephen folded his arms and leaned up against a wall now, waiting for everything to unfold. He knew his younger brothers, no matter what would come out of their father's mouth now, a meltdown was going to happen. Green eyes remained on Shaun now, watching, waiting. Naturally he gave Crev most of the attention, but soon launched into an explanation of what happened along with the unknown backstory that lead to today's events. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised that Keith gave some sort of ultimatum, perhaps in his own fucked up away, the eldest of the son's still cared about them.
To his left, Linc swore that no brother was going to leave his family. To his right, Mav lit up into their father, and sure enough, the others followed suit in their own ways - matching each Breckah brother's personality. Stephen remained silent, even as Nash besides him gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath. His hand raised to place it on the fifteen year old's shoulder, merely to remind him that he was here. It was okay to be mad, but he hoped his younger brothers didn't get scooped up into Mav's fiery anger.
But like everyone else now, his green eyes looked to Derek - wondering what his say would be in all of this. Mav could believe want he wanted to, but Stephen was certain that the eldest brother left in the room had been distancing himself further than anyone could imagine.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Ah the start of a new school year. The summer had been a wild ride with his family, and not in the good sort of way. He also had been having girlfriend issues on top of that. Plus, there was always the underground arena to earn some side money for his family, although, to his Dad's credit, it looked like he was finally getting his shit together...again. Still, Stephen Breckah found himself having to pull back from the world as he knew it, and went to the public library for some peace and quiet. Nobody he knew would come there - they either liked to study at campus or they were allergic to libraries - which, was fine.
Green eyes poured over some journalism text books, now that he was in his third year, Hickstead University was finally letting him get into a majority of his major studies verses the forced liberal arts. Stephen wasn't entirely bothered by this, he loved learning and reading in general, but it had been taking a backburner since coming home from Oxford. The thought actually made him sigh, and for a second or two, Stephen couldn't help but to wonder what his life would be if he hadn't come back home after his mother's death.
All things considered, it was a morbid thought. While life hadn't always been picturesque, he forged some new friendships, and perhaps reshaped some of his relationships with his own brothers that would have never been possible if he had lingered back at ht ivy league school. A ruffling of books caught his eye, as well as a flury of movement, as he caught sight of a gangly boy trying to wrangle a giant pile of books. An eyebrow arched, mainly because he knew the guy - the dumbo sized ears gave it away, "Fionn?"
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
He felt Maelle grab his hand, pulling it from his jacket pocket into her own. Stephen didn't mind, after all, that's what couples did. But sometimes, or perhaps, more lately, it didn't quite feel natural to him. It was a shitty thought to have, given that the redhead had been nothing but the perfect girlfriend over the past few months and, well, the sex was great. Yet something felt...missing: “Maybe Dino’s? I’m sure by the time we get there, we’ll have room for a slab of cheesecake!” Maelle's words interrupted Stephen's thoughts now and perhaps, that was for the best.
Green eyes looked to her now, and the young man grinned, "Of course, I always have room for cheesecake." He had room in his stomach for just about anything. An old beat up car started to slow down though, and he could feel Maelle speed up automatically. Stephen's gaze looked beyond her as a window rolled down and a familiar, beaten up face stared at him with two other strangers, "Breckah! I want a rematch, you fucking cheat!" His eyes rolled, of course some meathead wouldn't accept a loss from a skinny ass kid like him as fair and square, even though Dalton Ellis himself had signed off on it himself and nobody fucks with that guy.
"Get on my other side and ignore them," he muttered under his breath to Maelle, already steering her with his hand. Honestly, they were in the good part of town, that guy must either be drunk or desperate to try something here. But as soon as he safely moved his girlfriend to the otherside, putting her between himself and the buildings, Stephen halted as some men appeared in front of them and the car stopped to their side. Well, shit.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
"You know, I never thought there was something as too much food until that restaurant," Stephen Breckah joked, glancing over at his girlfriend, Maelle Orchidaceae, "Although I don't think I can eat bacon wrapped fillet minot anywhere else ever again." It had been a date night long overdue, but he had finally got his act together to take her somewhere decent. Truth be told, the young man wasn't sure how he scored her. Pretty. Smart. Understanding. And here had been all over the fucking place between school, his home life, and other shit. Stephen still wasn't great about sharing his feelings with her, but Maelle seemed to get him all the same - even now.
It had been a harsh six months now - the family still felt up-ended by all that shit that Keith had pulled, between Jace and outing all of the family secrets. Stephen had lessen his need to go out to fights, to get money after that. The only good thing about all of it was that their father seemed to finally stop drinking, or at least, limit it. But enough about that, this evening wasn't about dwelling on his family, it was about having fun with his girlfriend. Green eyes glanced back over her now as he held the door open for her, attempting to be a gentleman as they left the fancy restaurant behind, "Where do you want to go for the rest of the evening?"
Little did they know that trouble was just lurking around, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Stephen, distracted by his currently reality of driving his father to the hospital, hadn't fully realized how harsh his words had sounded until his father spoke besides him: "Perhaps he does," he huffed, "Anyone that isn't a fucking Breckah..." Well shit. The young man thought back on his words, and then realized what he thought was helpful really had been the opposite. A frown rested on his lips, his father's words a reminder how out of touch he was with his family, that maybe Derek had been right, he should have stayed in Oxford and let it all go to shit.
So he remained quiet, parking the car. Besides him, his father was already fumbling with the seat, "Dad, let me-" but it was a lost cause, Shaun Breckah was already lurching out the door. Stephen got out now, green eyes watching his father move like he was drunk even though he wasn't. Hopefully the staff would believe him. He wanted to just let his dad lean on him to the door of the hospital now, but something told him he might have a more stubborn man now than he did back in the house when defeat still hung in the air, "Dad...I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything back there about Jace and our family."
Stephen had been hanging out in Oldaker with his friend, Gwyn Knight, and a few of her friends for the evening. The young man hadn't wanted to spend time in the Breckah household, and Violet Olson had informed him that she was busy. Her tone had been a little odd, but Stephen had brushed it off, figuring she had been distracted by her work. Luckily, Gwyn had been happy to take him under her wing of a night of d'oeuvres and wine, which the latter was politely refused and stuck to sparkling water. Laughter erupted from the crew after a rather dirty play of cards against humanity when he had gotten the call. Stephen hadn't even gotten to get a hello in before he heard a familiar yet drunk voice over the line: "Steppphen! I missss you! I broke my bike, can you come pick me up at Tom’s? Oh! And do you want to get some food with me? I’m sooooo hungry, all I had was like seven christmas cookies, they didn’t even get me a cheese sandwich…"
It took everything in his power to not dramatically sigh, "Stay tight, I'll be there in twenty." Shit. Tom was over in Willow Bridge, which made this endevor even more annoying. When he hung up, all eyes seemed to be on him, Gwyn's blue eyes staring at him questioningly, "One of my little brothers got drunk. I have to go bail him out." Thankfully, everyone, including Gwyn, was nice about it. And after smiles and looks of sympathies and apologies, the young man was out of the house and on his way to go pick up Nash. Truth be told, Stephen was rather frustrated. Not that Nash had picked him to call, that was fine, but the fact that his younger brother had gotten drunk. Considering how their dad had been, and Maverick's own path of destruction, he had been hoping the other young ones would have knocked it off. Guess Nash felt like proving him wrong though.
Fifteen minutes later, Stephen was driving over the bridge into Willow Bridge City, and another five to ten minutes later, he was pulling up outside of Tom's house. Sure enough, there was Nash sitting outside on his ass, his bicycle right next to him. Both of them looked rather questionable. At least the car and windows were dark, so nobody could witness him shaking his head before he got out now, "Nash!" He called out now, heading to the back of the car to pop the trunk, "Bring your bike over, we'll stuff it in the trunk." While it was tempting to lecture him, Stephen figured it was best safe for privacy, not to mention, he wanted to know just how far Nash was gone and see if he could even handle a beeline to the car without stumbling or falling over.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
It did not go unnoticed how quick Nash was to counter him, and he certainly had delivered it with some attitude. But Stephen let it go, after all, the kid was fifteen. The attitude was expected, and given it was approaching 12:30 am now, his need to argue was slowly drying up. Stephen also didn't care for where this conversation was going - his own dating life. He supposed he had been asking for it though given that he had been prodding his younger brother about his own, "Since moving back? I met a guy at Maverick's barn. It was just a date or two though. Didn't go anywhere." Probably just as well, the young man knew that he was too distracted by his family life and Dublin Bruin appeared to have his own life distractions, "Didn't know my dating life was important to you." He added on in a teasing tone.
A snort of laughter escaped him when Nash proclaimed that West End was simply waiting for him, like this shiny beacon of hope, "Yeah. I'm sure they are." At least theater didn't seem to judge about university degrees given that there were children in theater productions. Green eyes did roll though when his younger brother informed him that Broadway was too idyllic for him, and that he was not that, "I know you're not idyllic. Creven and I are probably the closest ones. Although I'm not sure how you can consider Broadway idyllic. It's New York City. I feel like it rivals London in toughness."
Stephen couldn't help but to sigh at the tease but a grin remained plastered on his face, "Write a book about it? Come on, Nash. I thought you had better digs than that. Something with more quip." No doubt that would certainly rile up the fifteen year old. While Stephen had felt his need to tease and argue wain earlier, perhaps it was simply the topic at hand that had muted him. But brotherly antics always got the best of him in the end. He did hold up his hands in defeat when Nash informed him he was hiding no girl, and while Stephen didn't believe him because teenage hormones, there was no point in beating a dead horse. Green eyes watched as the teenager pulled out a container now with pasta, and when the lid popped open, Stephen it smelled heavenly, even when cold. He couldn't help but to wonder who made it, "It really is. I would know as an adult," the young man joked, "And clearly, you pass with flying colors."
This really was nice, despite being past midnight, just talking with Nash like everything was normal. Stephen could only hope that it would last beyond the morning.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Huh...I wonder who he was then. I'm going to have to do some digging around then. Where was this again?
Eh...thanks Vi. I wouldn't want to bore you with my family drama. Family meeting is happening soon, and I can't even imagine what will go down in that.
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
Today almost didn't seem real - that literally hours earlier they had the police department and some medical profession facility storm their house like a castle and drag his seventeen year old brother out. What was even more heartbreaking was that there was nothing he could do about it, and Stephen Breckah had been so shellshocked by it all, it more or less had rendered him useless. But what was done was done, and the day had to move on. The family meeting was scheduled, and truth be told, the young man wasn't looking forward to it. Having to rehash this all would suck, and he had no doubt that emotions were going to be running high. He would just have to take his lead from his dad.
Stephen had been a little annoyed with Shaun, maybe if he had understood the severity of getting Jace to these doctors appointments, he would have tried harder to reason with Jace after whatever weapon of choice was thrown at him. The young man knew that Jace wasn't bad all the time, even when he was having issues, that night in the graveyard proved that. Deep down, Stephen knew to a degree that his seventeen year old brother needed help, significant help, that went beyond what this family could offer him. What he didn't appreciate though, was how it went down. Keith had handled that like shit, there was no sugar coating it. Jace was probably going to be afraid of cops for the rest of his life now.
And Keith, well, that was a topic that Stephen wasn't even sure on how to handle either. At a certain point during his blow up at their dad, he found himself who this situation boiled down to - was it really about getting Jace the help he had needed, or was it about Keith's need to air out dirty laundry and hidden feelings. His older brother had been so robotic when he had met him at the diner in Willow Bridge, Stephen realized that maybe he should have seen something like this coming. Didn't matter though. He had to keep his head on straight for the next few hours, he was even ignoring his phone. At least he had gotten the place cleaned up, and his father functioning again - best yet, no beer or liquor had been brought out.
Soon, one by one, he heard the door to the house open and slam as each younger brother came home. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, Stephen went to join them. They were already talking and yammering away, demanding answers. Holy shit, he hopped Derek would come so that he wouldn't be the oldest one here besides their dad, "Just let dad speak." He said flatly, loud enough to be heard over everyone as his green eyes fell to Shaun Breckah.
Save your lovin' arms for a rainy day and i'll find comfort in my pain
thanks aofie!
TWENTY ONE . JOURNALISM STUDENT . CRUSHING ON VIOLET YIEL OLSON CLAN BRECKAH ☠︎
