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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She was pleased that Teddy walked over. Maybe they needed to have a weird trauma bonding moment, but it was a bit of an unspoken one. The two had both been surprised when Ida just flat-out disappeared. No one knew what was going on, and the two had allowed themselves to be a bit of a distraction for each other.
“I wish I could go home!” Mal laughed. “I unfortunately must work a bit at the hospital, but I have some time to see my family in a few weeks. How are you doing?” she asked, knowing his answer would be a bit of a lie. “Have you been roaming around a bit or did you just get here?”
Mal needed a pick me up. She had been a bit emotionally drained from work and also her love life. Stephen was becoming distant again. It was like a vicious cycle and she didn't know why.
The fair was starting now and that was the perfect distraction. Most of her friends were bust and gone for the summer but Mal wasn't against doing things on her own.
Making sure she had slathered her skin in sunscreen and had her wife brimmed hat, Mal drove to the grounds. It was already getting packed, but she was attending the first weekend as well. So it was bound to be busy.
As she was waiting to get stamped and banded, her eyes noticed a familiar face. The former boyfriend of her missing friend, Ida. “Teddy!” Mal called out. “Over here!” Maybe she wouldn't be adventuring by herself for too long today.
Mal was thankful that a date night was finally here for her and Stephen. Not that the ice cream dates, walks, and all that weren’t bad. But being able to dress up and go out at night on the town. It was a nice restaurant and Mal was happy. Her belly was full, and she was looking forward to lounging before stripping each other as a post-dinner workout.
“Yeah, their servings were quite decent for an upscale place!” she smiled. “I guess we may need to break in and get their recipes,” Mal added. She had gotten the lamb medallions over a pickled mint salad. It was divine, indeed.
After they left, Mal took hold of Stephen’s hand, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. “Maybe Dino’s? I’m sure by the time we get there, we’ll have room for a slab of cheesecake!” As they continued to walk, her ears picked up the sound of a car slowing down. It made her skin shiver. Out of instinct, Mal found her pace picking up – even though her hand was locked with Stephen’s.
If there was a so-called break, it was hard to tell it was there. Mal hoped she could be the same way if a break was ever needed. She danced as much as she could, but with school, work and everything in between – it made things a bit difficult. At least she had class, that made her dancing a bit easier. While it wasn’t a constant, everyday thing – that was better than most.
“Ah, what a beautiful name. I’m Maelle. But you can call me Mal. Tends to be easier on the tongue. Not too long, but long enough. If that makes sense,” she smiled. Mal was lucky she never felt embarrassed while dancing. She was sure that she looked like a young woman with puppy eyes. Allowing herself to melt in his arms, as she was guided. The song ended after felt like a year of bliss. “Shall we hydrate?” Mal offered. Might as well chat a bit more, if possible.
Her heart couldn’t help but pound against her chest. Mal could take the smell of the young man in front of her, his cologne. Maybe the hair spray he had used to keep that head of blonde hair in shape. She didn’t know how old he was, but that didn’t really matter to her. Mal was of age, so any age really. Sure, she had her cut off, but Mal secretly liked the older partners. Something about their experiences made the time in the darkness a bit more enjoyable.
Mal followed her partner, using his movements as her guide. She was thankful that the place was busy, making her keep concentration. If there wasn’t, Mal was sure she would’ve melted in his arms. A smile was still plastered on her face. The music picked up, and the people around them began to become a blur. “You’ve obviously been dancing for many years. Or if not, you’ve picked it up fast!” Mal complimented. “My name is Mal. And you?”
When the man took her hand, Mal couldn’t help but smile even wider. A gentleman for sure. She could feel swooped up into his arms, and her feet matched his. Despite her younger age than some of the people here – Mal could keep up. The music blasted, and she could feel her body getting more sensual in its movements. While the steps weren’t too advanced, it didn’t mean the basics couldn’t look attractive.
“I can be pushed a bit further,” she said, taking a deeper look at this man’s face. He had nice stubble and well-kept hair. Mal assumed he also had a few dance partners already, but it didn’t show. Something about that made something tingle inside of her.
The Spanish dance hall was bumping and Mal loved every minute of it. Music was blasting from the band, and couples oozing sexiness left and right. While some people didn’t find ballroom dancing attractive, Mal disagreed 100%. There was something about watching a pair dance the Argentine tango. Hands all over each other, legs moving and hips swaying.
Granted, Mal knew she stuck out like a sore thumb. A redhead, freckled face girl in an area like this was uncommon. At least from where she was from. Willow Bridge appeared to be very open to all walks of life. She needed to release some energy and maybe hook up tonight. Man, woman, or even both. The sweetness Mal often had, was gone now. She was a hunt and wasn’t about to stop.
After a sensual dance with a young gentleman of twenty, Mal gave him a peck on the cheek. If he wanted her later, he knew how to find her. She ordered herself a refreshing shot of tequila and downed it before finding her next prey. Her eyes landed on someone with a very handsome face. His head was topped with dirty blonde hair and Mal couldn’t help but learn his story.
A playful smile graced her lips and she swayed over. “Mind if I join you, stranger?” she asked. It wasn’t like she was signaling him out of an empty room. There was limited table space, so it felt polite enough.
full name • Maëlle Natasha Garnier-Orchidaceae nicknames • Mal, Nat, mom (friends only) age • 22 birthday • June 14, 2000 occupation • Pediatric nursing student, receptionist gender • female (she/her) sexuality • pansexual
the appearance
face claim• Luca Hollestelle
identifying features• Maëlle is taller than average at 5'-8". She has a slender figure, making her appear floating across the dance floor when she does a ballroom routine. Her skin is fair and speckled in freckles, something she is very careful about protecting in the summer. Maëlle's hair is one of her defining features. She has stunning natural coppery hair that compliments her fair skin and kind, brown eyes. Maëlle loves her freckles and rarely wears foundation. If she does wear makeup, it's eye makeup, lip, and maybe a light blush. Her personal style is considered ethereal and a bit cottage core, with a lot of soft tones and floral prints.
the personality
likes • ballroom dancing, chocolate, coffee, yoga, winter, horses, long walks, romance books dislikes • pop and hip hop music, motorcycles, boats and roller coasters (motion sick), diet soda strengths • child care, ballroom dancing, calm demeanor, meditation, fluent in French and Dutch weaknesses • sports (especially long-distance running), staying up past midnight (more of a morning person), saying no dreams • become a nurse practitioner fears • losing her friends or more of her siblings overall personality • Fitting her nickname from her friend group, Maëlle is a motherly type – without smothering or being a helicopter parent. She cares for them and is often the mediator when internal drama pops up. When one of them is sick, she’s the first one there with chicken noodles. While her friends, Ambrosius and Lucia, are also the caring types – they usually aren’t the most approachable.
Maëlle is a sweet, charitable person. It's one of her faults, as she has a hard time saying no when someone needs help. With her job now, it has helped her to say no – as she refuses to be late to work or class. Despite her popularity and kindness, Maëlle still struggles internally. She hasn’t really allowed herself to process her brother’s death – as she was busy taking care of her parent's and siblings' needs over hers.
She’s a dedicated student and people pleaser, as she takes her choice of field seriously. Maëlle does know how to have fun and be a bit flirty when she wants. She can be a bit of a minx and sexual figure when she’s dancing, catching the eyes of both genders. Maëlle won't openly admit it, but she likes the attention and ogling eyes. Sometimes if she’s lucky with time, will spend the evening with someone – much to the chagrin of Lucia.
the history
father • Nolan Garnier, 45 - teacher mother • Katherine Orchidaceae, 44 - secretary siblings • Philip, 22 - deceased -- -- --, 21 -- -- --, 18 -- -- --, 15 important people • amias gray smith (friend) Cressida Iris Evergreen (friend) Stella Hyacinth Locke (friend) Lucia Nyx Asteria (friend) Adelio --- Bouchard (friend) Amaya --- Asteria (friend) Ambrosius --- Stone (friend) hometown • Manchester, England overall history • Maëlle was born in Manchester to Nolan and Katherine. Next to her twin brother, she is the oldest child of five siblings. Growing up, the household was a loving, comfortable space. Her parents never restricted their children’s interests, unless it was something that pertained to harming themselves or others. Sports and hobbies were always encouraged.
While her other siblings were more about mechanics, science, and sports – Maëlle opted to stay home and hide away in her room. She loved reading and creating her own little world. Maëlle hadn’t gotten into ballroom dancing until she was older, around fifteen. It was mainly due to the fact a lot of her new friends had shown interest in learning, and Malle didn’t want to feel left out. Plus, fencing wasn’t exactly her forte.
Her love of nursing happened after binge-watching Call the Midwife. While Maëlle didn’t think being a midwife was her calling, being a nurse felt like her. It fit her motherly, and caring instincts – traits she had picked up helping look after her siblings and countless cousins.
Maëlle and her group of friends, became thick as thieves – leading to the group moving to Hickstead for University. They all managed to find their majors, something that made Maëlle nervous. Thankfully, their nursing program had a good reputation – making her decision to follow her friends easier than she thought.
In the summer between her junior and senior year, Maëlle and her family lost her twin brother, Philip shortly after their 22nd birthday. He was riding his motorcycle when he lost control during a freak rainstorm. Philip was declared gone on the scene. The loss of her twin almost made Maëlle not return right away for her senior year. To this day, she absolutely refuses to get on or near a motorcycle. Not wanting to lose anyone else, Maëlle has become even more motherly towards her friends.
Maëlle is pushing through her last year, still suffering from the loss of Philip. She’s hoping to finish strong before more of her clinical start. Wanting to earn some income for herself and her family at home, Maëlle is working at the hospital as a receptionist. The extra work and studies have limited some of the time she has with her friends, but she still carves time out for them. ¬
the role player
alias • aofie age • B.C other characters •Let me know when you find out