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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"Oh, you know it," Tally grinned easily in response, naturally drawn into the excitement of having her friend here with her. She couldn't help but bounce off the energy Roisin gave her - knowing that Ro was bouncing off what Tally was giving out too like some endless circle back and forth between them. "Hey, I would totally wipe the floor with Rex if you asked me too. I've got some guns from lifting apple crates." Tally's eyebrows rose and she gave an impressed nod, "Damn girl, with guns like that you're almost my type!" She grinned, flashing Ro a cheeky wink. Unfortunately, whilst she could appreciate a good looking woman, she didn't have the vibe to jump a woman's bones. She felt life would be easier if she could.
She couldn't help but be delighted at how quickly Ro went to the closet, it always helped with the slight, very unnecessary nerves about sharing her creations. She trusted Ro, and always wanted her opinion, no matter what it was - but it was like sharing a baby wasn't it, nerves were natural. "Ughs, I love your stuff. I wish I had your ability to sew. Also-" Tally grinned and shrugged it off, her fingers running over the tulle of one of her favourite skirts contemplatively. "I could teach you, I reckon you'd pick it up in no time," She offered, in no way one to gatekeep her skills from her friends - she loved sharing her work with them, especially Ro, and asking for opinions and suggestions. Sewing was considered relaxing by some, but Tally found it infuriating - she liked using the machine as much as she could, but the delicate stuff needed hand work and she spent half the time poking her fingers with the needle as much as she did poking the fabric.
"Does your dad and Rex know you dress scandalous with me?" Tal pulled a horrified face, "God, no." She shuddered, "I dread to think what they'd do if they saw the evidence." As much as she didn't exactly keep secrets from her family, she was a teenage girl, and she kept her more ... sexy pieces to herself, sticking to the more covered up approach to her dad and brother - if they asked about her work anyway. "There's a reason I don't have them on socials." She laughed, not that she knew her dad to use it, but she played on the side of caution, and kept her fashion pieces to her slightly more anonymous account under her a pseudonym.
The gasp made her turn, seeing Ro feasting on the tight skirt she'd made for her friend. "Is this for me?!" Tally gave a wicked grin, "it's got your name written all over it, if you don't pull in that, I'll be gutted." She admitted, wrinkling her nose. "I need to figure out a shirt or something to go with it at some point," Her muse hadn't come to her for a top yet, but she was sure the night would inspire her. "We can do both. I'm looking for a mystery girl, Maybe we can find your artist boy." Tally blushed faintly, "I think you're being ambitious, but I like it," Tal admitted, having not even had so much as a crush recently, she was feeling a little disappointed by her lack of love life.
"Honestly, you can be so hard on yourself, Tally." Tally laughed as Ro grabbed her, wrapping her arms around her friend in return. "Your fashion kicks ass - mine in contraband. You have the eye - you just don't want to admit it." Still laughing, she couldn't hide the blush and she ducked her head a little. "Ahhh Ro, I do love you." She released her friend and picked up a short blue mini dress, "Maybe this? What do we think?" It had a few cut outs and was bodycon, a little risky but she always felt good in it.
Tally had been coming to these lessons for a couple of weeks now and she had to admit, she was really enjoying them. It was different to her usual classes. She also felt that it was improving her other work - she'd always been a creative person but exploring with this other method was doing her work the world of good. It was encouraging her to experiment with her clothing designs differently too, and making more unique products - or so she felt at least. She was running a little late, which was sadly somewhat Tally's prerogative in life, not that she meant to be that way, and her full back slapped against her leg painfully as she half jogged to make class without being hideously late.
She made it with a minute to spare, and tried to hide her slightly out of breath nature as she hurried to find a seat - choosing the first one she could see available beside a guy she recognised but hadn't spoken to. She thumped her heavy bag onto the table with a slight wince, thinking perhaps she should be taking slightly better care of her things. Her supplies cost quite a bit - art and design wasn't a cheap degree - and she hated asking her father for money to replace them.
It wasn't long before the teacher began and she quickly organised her stuff so she could pay attention properly and make notes without disrupting anyone. Though it was a decent lecture, she couldn't help but find herself doodling in the corner of her page, drifting off into her own mind and being surprised by the thumping arrival of their table's clay. Blinking, she looked up as a hand reached across and took his own supply. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, trying not to be too obvious, unable to help but notice how cute he was, and the fact he was suddenly giving her this charming boyish grin that made her heart do a little swoon. Well shit... shit he was looking at her. She tried not to make it look too obvious that she'd been checking him out. "Tally, right? I think you and I share colour & design together over at Hickstead University." She looked at him, flashing a quick grin of her own and trying to ignore the faint pinking of her cheeks at the fact he'd remembered her name. "Yeah, you got it in one. I'm sorry, I can't remember your name." She felt embarrassed for it. "What are you gonna do with this? Because my inspiration is lacking today and all I can see myself making is a terrible clay mug." She admitted, waving a hand at the lump she had yet to pick up.
Tallulah chewed the edge of her pencil, a terrible habit that regularly got her in trouble, considering exactly what shade of blue she should pick for the skirt. Azure? Turquoise? Sapphire? Her eyes narrowed critically on the drawing. She sat in one of the classrooms where she'd normally be actually making the garments, but her mannequin stood naked, not even a ribbon adorning it's empty bodice. She would work on it at some point, she had a few weeks until deadline, but she just couldn't get her drawing quite right and she needed it to be perfect.
“Hey,” Tally blinked, a little startled. She glanced around, as if expected the word to have come out the wall or something ridiculous. She'd been so intent on her drawing, she hadn't realised there were other students in the room - that, or she'd forgotten about them. "Hi," She said curiously, wondering what the other girl would want from her. She didn't recognise her, so both not a friend, or one of the popular crowd. Though not wanting or needing to be one of them, Tal couldn't help but keep tabs on who the top lot were and keep a little bit of a tab on them. “Can I get your opinion on something?” Her eyebrows rose in surprise and she blinked again, forgetting the blue hues infront of her. "Uhh sure," She said, "What exactly am I giving an opinion on? I should probably have checked and asked that before saying yes, shouldn't I?" She added with a snort, hoping it wasn't going to be something like 'what was your opinion on the prime minster's latest promise' or 'do you think I should cut bangs'.
She released her friend before she could quite squeeze all the life out of her, but the grin remained - you couldn't stop her from smiling if you tried in that moment. "Deal! Nobody can keep me from you!" Tally gave her friend a look, "that better be a pinky promise," She teased, though she knew only something important would keep her friend away. She moved aside to let her in, realising she was trapping Ro in the doorway and hadn't even given her a chance to get past the door. She let her friend put her stuff wherever she pleased, moving across the room once the door was shut and beelining to the wardrobe instead, where a couple of pieces of clothing stuck out between the doors where she'd had trouble stuffing them in.
"I take it your week was as long as mine? Who do I need to beat up?" Tally pulled a face, "my brother..." She grumbled, and then gave her friend a quick cheeky grin to show she was joking. He hadn't actually done anything to annoy her - not outside the usual, anyway. "I'd pay to see that fight though. My money would 100% be on you," She added with another easy grin, knowing her brother would never hit a woman anyway, so Ro could win hands down just by showing up. "I brought some potential outfits, but I never say no to raiding your closet!" Tally made a dramatic sweep of her arm to the bursting wardrobe. "By all means, enter Narnia - it's at your disposal." She said with a laugh. Maybe she was being a bit over the top, a little theatrical, but she was giddy with being back with Roisin and couldn't contain herself.
She opened the doors, some of the colours and fabrics bursting out. "I made a couple of new pieces, that you might like the look of." She suggested, somewhat shyly. The only time she was shy, was when she presented her creations. She hoped that one day she would grow in confidence as she grew older, but for now, they were her secret attempts that occasionally saw the light of day if they were good enough. She'd made one skirt with Ro in mind, in a colour that complimented her tones, but she would let Ro find it for herself if she liked the look. "What are we feeling tonight anyways, Tally? Campus parties? The clubs? A little bit of both?" Tal tapped a thoughtful finger to her lips, "Mmmm, are there any campus parties tonight? If it's not the popular lot, they'll probably be a drag." Not that she was part of Shiloh's lot in the slightest, but they did throw some epic parties. "Ughs, your stuff is always so pretty, it blinds me with jealousy." Tally grabbed a handful of items from the rack and flung them unceremoniously onto her bed, looking at them with a critical eye. "Grass is always greener, I freaking love your dresses!!"
Tally felt like her head had been in books for the last year, not just the last several weeks. As much as she loved them, it wasn't as simple as just loving literature to be studying it 24/7. When it wasn't the books, it was design keeping her busy, pulling her away from her social life and all the fun stuff she was begging to be part of. Luckily everyone in her friendship circle had the same issues and she didn't miss out on much, but she was still so over the studying. So was her body. Her fingers stung from the thousands of needles she'd accidentally stuck herself with, and all the sewing. Her back ached from all the hours poured over books, her eyes were tired and her brain hurt. Finally though, it was over. For now, at least.
She was particularly excited for them to be over because Ro was coming back. It hadn't even been that long but she missed the girl like nothing else - she'd come something of a sanity clutch for Tally. Even on a shit day, Ro had the ability to turn it around, tell the world to screw it and get Tally to laugh about the bullcrap. Tall wasn't exactly the tidest people - her brain kind of scattered from thing to thing which meant she could have a tenancy to leave things lying around without meaning to, but she was clean in the sense that she kept things clean - the bathroom was shiny, the mirrors clear, the carpet hoovered and no cobwebs sat in the corners of the room. Cluttered perhaps, was the way to describe it. She accumulated stuff without meaning to, and then just found a space for it where there wasn't one. It didn't help that she had a mannequin in one corner, swathed in different materials as she started trialling ideas for her next piece.
The knock on the door made her grin and she rushed over, flinging it open with abandon. "Girl," She grinned and couldn't help but let out a little bit of a squeal as she pulled the girl into a hug. "Don't ever leave me again!" She begged, releasing her so Ro could at least get in the damn door. "Are you ready to party it up this weekend? Please tell me you picked out your outfits already." Tally rolled her eyes and gave a slight groan. "God am I ready. I've been waiting for this ever since our last weekend out. I've got a few but I really can't decide. Did you bring yours or do you need to beg, borrow and steal?" She teased. The thing with being into design was she quite often went off into a creative blitz when going out.
full name • Talullah Sloane Caufield nicknames • Tal, Tally (family), Lullah age • Seventeen birthday • 16th June occupation • Art & Design, English Literature Student gender • Female sexuality • Straight
the appearance
face claim• Millie Bobby Brown
identifying features• She's quite tall for her age and gender, sometimes towering over the lads still growing in her class at an impressed 5ft9. Her cheekbones have made quite an appearance as she's grown from teenager to young adult, along with surprisingly full lips. She's curvy in frame, but she's also got a sweet and somewhat cheeky smile that promises a little bit of trouble.
the personality
likes • Teenage drama movies , Strawberry milkshakes , Making new friends , Haribo sweets , Working with clay , Cheesecake , Pub roasts , Swimming , Trying new styles with her art , Starry nights , Designing/making things - always has a creative mind on , Having girlie nights with friends , writing short stories and entering online competitions dislikes • Alcohol - doesn't like the taste , McDonald's fries , having to make phone calls , Getting caught in the middle of things , Orange juice with bits in - gross , Long movies , Having to wait a week for the next episode of a TV show , Messing up her art , Upsetting someone , Terrible gift wrapping; hurts her eyes , When people take things too far , Power cuts , hurting herself; not great with pain strengths • creative , bit of a mum of the friendship group; looks out for people , good at making people feel good about themselves , strong swimmer , excellent writer weaknesses • lying - gives herself away quite quickly , dancing; she's hopeless , not particularly sporty , fruit cheesecake , flirting; terrible at it, blushes easily dreams • to be able to make a job from her art, though she's not sure which direction to take yet , her dad finding someone again who loves him for him fears • she'll never find love for herself , any of her family or friends getting hurt; she can't fathom it overall personality • Patience of a saint, takes a lot to rile her, easy to please, sweet as pie but does have a cheeky side, will push the boundaries a little to see what she can get away with, bit of a daddy's girl, looks after people, curious - always asking questions, social butterfly - will talk to anyone, chatty, protective, will stand up for herself and her friends, loyal to the bone, tries not to get caught up in drama or bitching, outgoing, extrovert, sometimes puts her foot in it by accident, quick to apologise if she's wrong, forgiving, terrible at lying, creative, quite a girls girl
the history
father • KASEY EMERSON CAUFIELD - 52 - Garage manager mother • Morgan Drake-Caufield - deceased siblings • REX NOAH CAUFIELD - 22 - Painter important people • An aunt and uncle hometown • San Antonio, Texas overall history • For someone that has a surprisingly good memory, Talullah only has brief flashes of her early years in life. Her father is the most frequent, at the forefront of it, with her older brother alongside, and her mother occasionally features. She remembers some details about her mother; a scent she often wore, the sound of her voice when she read her a bedtime story, the way her and her father looked at each other. It made an impression; a lasting one - but it faded over the years from her death. She was too young to really understand things - only three years old when the news came, and as her mother had often been away, it didn't have quite the impact it would have done had she been older. She could feel the sadness in the family, she thought her brother seemed mad for a long time after it, but she couldn't quite make the connection.
Her better memories come from her younger years in England. The move of country was another vague impression for her that made it hard to know if the memories were dreams or real. She lost her American accent as she grew, despite her father's gruff voice in her ear every day, and was quick to make friends at school. She tried to connect to her brother, though sometimes found him difficult and so full of anger, but she was tenacious and overflowing with positivity in life and persevered. She discovered a love for art and design, using scraps of materials to piece together clothes that improved over the years, sketching out drawings, playing with clay. She was always making things, with any material she could find - be it nature or man made. She would get absorbed in pouring out the images in her head onto paper or into objects.
Her father encouraged the habits, and she appreciated the money spent put into helping her crafts to happen. When she finished school and headed off to college, she stuck by her love of art and design, but in a side route decided to continue with her English too. She loved to read, picking up any and every kind of book she could get her hands on, but her passion lay more in writing her own things. It was a place where she could let her imagination run wild, and she even attempted to put her short stories forward for competitions, with the occasion surprisingly nice response to them. She wasn't a troublesome child, she got on well at school, had a large group of friends and tried to avoid getting caught in the web of bitching that tended to happen amongst female friendship groups. She was always a sociable person and would often flit about, making new people, picking up strays, bringing people home to feed. Sometimes she toed the line with her father's patience, but she was always quick to grin and apologise for it when she knew she'd done wrong.
the role player
alias • Clips' Bitch age • 5000 year old vampire other characters • I have three - Ghost of Xmas past, Ghost of Xmas Present & Ghost of Xmas Past
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