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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Eva watched the other teenager carefully as she delivered her words, and while Nash Breckah never seemed to loose that playful look on his face, his mind almost seemed to go somewhere else. Where, she wasn't sure, but it seemed to have something to do with his parents. For a moment, Eva herself, felt a twinge of a guilt, sympathy even. After all, she knew all about deadbeat parents and their lack of interest or love. It's how she got caught up with her old friends, who well, didn't really turn out to be great friends and left her for the police. But before the young woman could go ahead and apologize, Nash seemed to perk up, his eyebrows arching, "Ohh, so you think you know what I was going to say?....Fine fine”
It felt like a challenge, one easily matched to the one she had delivered just moments earlier. Eva simply smirked, going all in on the hot bad girl vibe that the school appeared to think that she had, "Well, it's not like you're my first rodeo, Nash." Bold choice of words, but she was feeling feisty, and clearly, so was her new companion. Might as well give him a tale to gloat about to his friends later tonight, if he should feel like it. Two can play at the cute smug game, and it was one she thrived off and perfected at Juvie. As they walked into the cafe now, the introductions were sealed, and besides her, Nash flashed her one big Hollywood smile.
She squinted a little, dramatically holding up her hand to block the 'light', "Damn, Nash, I think you might have blinded me," Eva teased now, a grin flashing over her lips before dropping her hands and carrying on. The boy confirmed his status as a theater kid, before following on with a textbook brag. It took everything in her power to not roll her eyes, "Yeah, I guess your mug is pretty cute. Don't tell your girlfriend I said that though." Although with a gloating attitude like that, Eva was willing to bet that he was 110% single. And then, the real probing came, "Transferred? Where from?" It was an innocent enough question, besides, she probably deserved it from eluding that she was a very late transfer. But did she have to answer it? The jury was out on that.
Still, Nash answered her own curiosity, that one Hickstead Secondary did indeed think she was a 'bad girl'. And yet, he said something else that piqued her interest, "You guess?" she asked, a question to a question, "As for my transfer. Let's just say I came from an exclusive, all girls boarding school." Hey, it was a close enough description, in fact, Eva thought she hit the nail on that one. They stopped at the counter, that blue slushie would be here soon, as they placed their order and he dug around for change, "Hmmm, I don't know what my crowd is anymore," the teenager mused out loud, "I used to just like getting into trouble because it was cool." Hazel eyes glanced to Nash now, "Guess I'm still trying to figure my life out."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
Hazel eyes merely watched the boy, trying to look all cool leaning up against the pinball machine. The machine itself seemed to have enough of his weight though, as it came to life making its whirring sounds and humming off the Stranger Things themed. It seemed like a lost cause though, since the boy had yet to move. It became rather clear to Eva that he was eyeing her up just like she was eyeing him up, both waiting for the other to make the next move. Being older though, Eva had decided that she wanted control over the situation. Her thoughts were only driven home by the smirk that fell on his lips, "Confident is my middle name.” Laughter left the young woman, not bothering to hide it, "Well, its like your parents knew your destiny then, huh?" For a second or two, Eva was almost disappointed that she was too old for this kid. Almost.
The sounds of the machine were starting to annoy her, and crowd that had been around her started to disperse now that her attempt at a high score was over. Her request for a slushie was met with a grin, "Sure, yea. A blue Icee I can do, that’s all it costs? Cheap that....” She arched an eyebrow, "Do not finish that sentence." Eva ordered now, figuring it was nothing she wanted to hear, "It will spare you getting liquid dumped on you." Not only was he confident, he had a motor mouth to boot. And it was the sort of thing that could get a young person like him in trouble, something that Eva knew all too well from when she had been his age. So she tugged him along now, and mystery boy seemed all to happy to do so. Not that the young woman could blame him. She certainly thought herself as a hot catch.
Soon though, she had a name to the face, and it all registered, "Well, nice to meet you, Nash," Eva replied now, "You're with the theater crowd, yeah?" She was fairly certain they had their own little table during lunch if she could remember correctly. His last name was also something of a 'legend' at school. It was funny though, he didn't look like the sorts to be into that sort of thing - theater that is. He did look like a Breckah. There were a few at their school. But one should never judge a book, or perhaps a playbill, by it's cover. Nash turned the tables though, a question now aimed at her, "Yeah...newish. Transferred for my final year of secondary." Nevermind she should already be done with secondary, "Why? What are they saying about me?" Eva would certainly be curious in that if there was gossip going on about her, "Wait. Let me guess. That I am some sort of 'bad girl'."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
Eva couldn't help but to shoot her brother a look when he pointed out that she could go back to bed, "I tried but it wasn't happening." Then, she added on, "Sounds like you're trying to get rid of me." It was a joke, given that the young girl liked to keep Brandon on his toes. Unlike their mother, the twenty nine year old had an issue at grasping her sarcasm and moody teenage language, which truth be told, was hilarious. Although on bad days, Eva did her best to cut him some slack. Working two jobs didn't exactly sound easy, and at the end of the day, it was Brandon who had convinced Jessie to take a chance on her, not the other way around.
She was a little surprised when he offered to talk to Auggie for her about letting her near the coffee machine on a daily basis at work now, "Uh, sure. I certainly won't say no to that...thanks." Thanks seemed to be a given word in her vocabulary nowadays, one that she had barely used prior to coming to the Garnets. She almost certainly never used it prior to her time at the Juvenile Detention Center, and during her time there, she only used it with trusted adults and other girls. As for how she took her coffee, "I like it black. Unless I'm feeling dark and moody, then I like to have some cream. But this morning, I am feeling happy...so black coffee it is."
At Brandon's declaration that he goes to bed too early anyways, the teenager couldn't help but to ask, "I mean, if you need help staying up on a non work day, I can most certainly help with that." For a moment, the young woman was tempted to point out that if he never went out, he couldn't meet any girls, or guys, if that was his sort of thing. But as the thought crossed her brain, Eva decided that she didn't want to bring that up because truth be told, she just wasn't ready to share him with a potential significant other just yet. Even though it had been quite a few months now since her adoption and she had been settling back into being a 'normal' teenager just fine, it was hard to unwrap Brandon from around her finger.
A snort of laughter escaped her at his joke, "Okay okay, maybe it's also for the food. But annoying you is always my number one priority as your official little sister." She reached for the bowl now and slid it over to herself now, followed by the carton of eggs. Flipping it open, Eva carefully cracked each egg into the bowl now, "So is this Jessie's secret recipe?"
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
The girl in the booth certainly kept her waiting, that's for sure. But Eva wasn't going to fidget, she would do nothing but stand still and stare at the young woman with her big hazel eyes. For all she knew, this could be a power move that the girl was pulling off, a move that Eva knew all too well given her history. But she was stronger and far more capable of dealing with such things. Her silent waiting also pulled it off, because finally, the young woman relented, "Alright fine. Have a seat, but only because you said I was the coolest one here." A smirk played across Eva's lips: Jack Pot. Tossing her bag into the booth, she soon slid in and found herself sitting across from the brunette now, "Thanks."
After settling in, the young woman identified herself as Kennedy. 'Just Kennedy'. Just like she had been 'Just Eva'. Nothing wrong with that though. This wasn't Hickstead Secondary where everyone needed to tag on their last name for association. This was the real world, where people had to earn that extra big of information. Eva supposed it was no different from when she had been hanging out with the street kids all of those years ago, "I guess I'm kinda new. I've been around for a few months. Most of my time is taken up by school and work right now. Not much time to fool around." She almost felt bitter about that, but at the same time, Evan knew she wanted to make Jessie and Brandon proud, which made up for the lack of shenanigans' in her life.
The menu was shoved towards her now, "I thought this was the last place people would hang out. Seems like it's more popular than I thought." Eva reached out, her finger tips hitting the menu surface and pulling it back towards herself now. Hazel eyes cast a glance around them again, reconfirming that it was just that crowded, "Well, it's hard to say no to pizza." Truth be told, Eva always thought this place was fairly popular. She took another good look again at Kennedy with her blazer and chiffon shirt, "I assume this isn't your typical place that you like to hang out and eat at?" It was a valid question, most of the clientele here appeared to match Eva's style of dress verses Kennedy's.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
It was just another day in the life of Eva Garnet. She had just finished a hard shift at the Yard where everyone appeared to have been feeling their oats that morning. Since she was still very much a beginner when it came to riding horses, Auggie and Brandon didn't tend to allow her to partake in exercising the horses yet but it was clear to Eva that one didn't even have to be on top of a horse for them to be high strung. Spring must be coming, the young woman was certain that the horses could feel a change in the air that the humans could not. Still, regardless of how the horses were today, or how many stalls she shoved manure out of, it didn't change the fact that Eva was ravenous.
Since Brandon had to pull a double shift, leaving the Yard to go straight to the Fire House, and Jessie was indisposed with her business, it left Eva to fend for herself. There was nothing wrong with that in here mind, given that it just meant that she could have cheesy, greasy pizza. And it was the evening, it felt appropriate for her gremlin like hunger. Eva managed to hitch a ride from one of the other Yard hands into town, where they dropped her off at High Street since she insisted that she could walk the rest of the way. The chilly air might do her some good - at least clear off the scent of horse before she sat down in a restaurant.
Okay, it didn't work like that. But Eva could hope. Outside of Pizza Express, the teenager slung off her backpack and quickly disposed of her yard shoes and swapped them for her vans. With that done, she headed inside. Apparently, she had not been the only one who had been craving pizza at this time since it was packed. Hazel eyes looked around, trying to find someone without a family before settling on a young woman. She looked older than her, maybe five years, but it didn't matter to Eva. There was nothing she was afraid of. Heading over, the young woman didn't even give her a chance to speak, "Can I help you?" It took everything in Eva's power to not make a face. Can I help you? What a pretentious way to inquire. Guess it matched her blazer and business like attire, "It's packed. I need a place to sit and quite frankly, you look like the coolest person in this joint." What? It was true. So not waiting for a welcome, Eva dropped her bag besides the booth and slid right in, "I'm Eva."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
Eva Garnet had been eyeing the clock - waiting for it to strike 315 so she could be done with her class. Did she have anything important to do after school? No, no she did not, but it beat sitting in Hickstead Secondary where she was the oldest by, well, a lot. While she should already been in Uni by society standards, her time in juvie had certainly took a hit on her schooling, setting her back a year. Corrections thought it best that she do one year at Secondary to graduate, given that it could help her 'adjust back to society'. What a load of bullcrap. As soon as the bell rang, she was up and out of her chair, heading to her locker before heading out.
She didn't even have to try and figure out what she wanted to do with her afternoon, since she had gotten the surprise of her life to see none other than Brandon Garnet, her adoptive brother, show up in his car and inform her that they were going to the zoo. Eva couldn't help but to arch an eyebrow, "The zoo?" she asked dubiously, but any time spent with her brother was better than nothing. He always seemed busy lately, and when he was off work at the Yard, she was at the Yard or he was at the Fire Station. It was funny, since her adoption, it actually felt like she saw less of her brother than before she got adopted. Getting into the car though, hazel eyes stared at out the window as they drove to the zoo, watching everything fly by.
"Polar bears first?" she asked now as they got out of the car and made their way to the entrance, knowing fully well that Brandon would agree to any whim she would have this afternoon while at the zoo given his earlier words. They didn't see each other much anymore, so today was about them and spending time together. It was a comforting thought to Eva. The teenager had missed hanging out with him at the Yard. Jessie was cool at home, but it wasn't the same. It didn't touch the connection she had with Brandon. So they went off to the Polar Bears and when he suggested a selfie, a snort of laughter escaped her, "Yeah, you're right. It's a Selfie. We gotta fit the bears in somehow though!" So it became an intricate dance with Brandon's longer arms and fenagling, but it became clear that her brother did not have the skills that, quite frankly, he as a millennial should have.
It wasn't long before a voice interrupted them, offering to help them out. For two seconds, it felt like a relief, and then, it wasn't. Hazel eyes looked to the woman, who, quite frankly, looked like she belonged on Vogue or Harper's Bazar and then, Brandon opened his mouth: "Oh, hi Lilith. Fancy meeting you here." Wait, Brandon knew this woman? And what the heck was with that smile? All of the sudden, the jealousy snake reared it's ugly head in Eva's mind. This was her day with Brandon. In fact, Eva didn't want to share him at all. Not with this Lilith, and quite frankly, not with anyone. He was her brother. The teenager did her best to not glower and plastered on a fake smile, "Hi Lilith," she said now, "I'm Eva. How do you two know each other?" She didn't bother introducing herself as his sister, the teenager just wanted to see how the woman would react to her presence.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
The next thirty seconds was pretty much going to plan the rest of her day with this kid, Eva decided. Either she'd leave him up to dry or she would have him tag along with her for the rest of the day and evening because the young woman had nothing better to do. There was something about him that also struck her as familiar. It would come to her sooner or later as her big hazel eyes just stared at him, meeting his blue green eyes. The boy gathered himself up now, and soon, he was leaning against the pinball machine as if he owned it. Cool as a little cucumber. Eva watched as he quirked an eyebrow, a playful grin dancing across his lips as he uttered some words, "I can pay you back, any which way you like....”
Okay, okay. The confidence oozing off of this kid was rather impressive, she would give credit there. He made the sour look melt off of her face as Eva laughed, "You're confident, kid, I'll give you that." Maybe she shouldn't call the teenager a kid, given that by any real adult's standards, she was still considered one at eighteen. But Eva wanted to be cool, and therefore, decided that it was okay to call him whatever she wanted. There was no doubt in her mind that regardless of whatever she called this boy, he would hang out with her all evening, "My name's Eva," she introduced herself with a playful smile, "And I believe you owe me a blue icee for ruining my game."
And with that, she stepped into his space, grabbed his arm, and gently pulled him along as they made their way to the offshoot café filled with sugary drinks and greasy food, "So what's your name hot shot? You look familiar to me..." and it was still annoying her, "Do we go to school together?"
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
The laughter should have given away that she was about to be schooled, "Wow, not even a good morning from my own sister?" Eva made a face. Busted. The teenager waved off her older brother, "It's too early for that," she mumbled, and yet, she put on a faked chipper tone and shot back, "Why good morning, my wonderful brother?" Sarcastic? Yes, but Eva did mean those words. The Garnets had somewhat turned her a little bit into a softy since taking her under their wing a little over half a year ago. She returned her attention to the coffee pot as it brewed as her brother asked her a question.
Eva had to think on that one for a bit, "I think I developed a taste for it back when I first got the community service job at the Yard?" That seemed right actually, since her detention center didn't actually offer coffee. Since it was hot, it could be dangerous if a fight broke out, "Auggie gave me some when parole officers weren't around, and I possibly developed a slight addiction." After all, it got her through the hard days of work at the Yard where all what she did was muck, feed, water, and groom horses. Until then, Eva hadn't been accustomed to hard labor.
As the coffee finished, she listened to Brandon admit that he did actually have the day off, he just had a bad habit of being attuned to a schedule now even when he didn't have to work, "That sucks," Eva commented now, filling up two mugs of black coffee before carrying them over to the island. She slid easily into one of the bar stools and watched Brandon work on slicing that home made honey wheat bread that Jessie killed at making. Already, she could feel her mouth watering just eyeing it, "Hm? No, well, maybe? I am not sure, it was one of those mornings where I just happened to be wide awake at 6 am. Your shuffling just encouraged me to get out of bed since going back to sleep was not happening. It's okay. Just means I can annoy you."
And boy, was it an excellent past time. The query of breakfast light her up, "That sounds great," Eva confirmed now as she blew on her coffee, hoping to will it to cool down at least a little so she could actually take a drink. Hazel eyes watched as he gathered the ingredients now, "Do you want help with any of that?" Not that she knew what she would be doing, and would likely leave a huge mess in her wake that would look like World War 3 happened in their kitchen, but Eva was always willing to try.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
It was a late afternoon, with classes done, Eva had no intention of going home quite yet. Despite her lack of friends, the teenager still found herself wanting to hang out in place outside of home or work. She told herself she didn't know why, that there was just a natural pull to stay out, but Eva knew why. It felt weird coming home to a loving family every day. Some days, she could handle it like it was the most natural thing in the world and Brandon and Jesse had always been her family, not the sad excuse that she had growing up and was cut short by her own life choices and her parents poor life choices to live a life of crime and piss off the wrong people. But other times, the Garnets weirded Eva out, like she couldn't comprehend what they saw in her or why they had wanted her in their lives. On those days, she just liked to stay out as long as possible.
Was she towing the line there between good girl and bad girl? Was she secretly hoping to get drawn back into her old ways or was she just looking to have fun like a normal girl? Eva decided that it was the latter, and accepting it as such meant that her brain could stop hurting from all of these stupid thoughts and fucked up emotions. What it didn't solve though was her lack of friends - something that she had had been unable to obtain since coming back into the society of Hickstead. Could her fellow students tell that she was from the wrong side of the tracks? Did her Manchester accent give her away? Or did they somehow know that she was coming off serving time in a juvenile detention facility? More questions that she didn't have the answers to.
So Eva did what she did best - shove those questions off to the dark corners of her mind and headed to the arcade. It was a dated place, it looked like it still was rocking the 80's life style but that didn't matter, since 80's and the trips down nostalgia lane seemed to be in with the adults. The teenager stepped in, the crazy lights and whirring sounds of the arcade games beckoning her to join in on the fun. Putting up her best 'cool girl' front, she shoved her hands into her pockets and waltzed over to one of the pin ball machines now. Hazel eyes took in the lights and design - set to Stranger Things, how appropriate - and placed in her coins. She leaned over it, poising just enough to attract any wandering eyes, and set off to earn her high score.
Seconds turned minutes went by, the score just kept on wracking up, and the lights and sounds would go off every successful strike as she set the ball back up, refusing to let it get past the flippers. Eva was in the zone now, unware of her surroundings as her hazel eyes occasionally glancing at the score. It was climbing and climbing. Holy shit. She may just pull it off. Crack the top three? And right when that thought happened, someone accidentally tripped into her and threw her off balance. Eva felt her pinball machine stardom flash before her eyes, "No!" It felt like it was coming out in slow motion as she side stepped sideways from the bump, her hand sliding off the flipper right as the ball dropped past the flipper and into the out hole.
Hazel eyes stared at it dumbfoundedly - the game was over. She then rounded her attention on the person, no, teenage boy, who had just cost her everything for the evening. Eva had been ready to lay into him, but one look at his face, made her second guess ripping into him. Yet, that frown remained on her features, "You cost me my high score." Eva didn't even bother trying to mask the pout edging into her voice as she really took a good look at him now. Cute but young, younger than her, with a mop of brunette hair. Maybe tonight was about to get interesting.
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
How could it be six a.m. and she was wide awake? Wasn't the point of having a room of your own and a schedule of your own meant that you could sleep in as late as you wanted? And yet, her body and mind was saying something else: Eva, You Should Get Up. A groan escaped her, could she just throw a pillow over her face and hope that meant that it would lull her back to sleep? The idea seemed stupid to her, and yet, the teenager was willing to try it. The pillow didn't help though, the black out to her eyes did nothing and the cotton felt weird against face, like it was smothering her even though it wasn't.
Eva punched the pillow off of her face now, and it went flying into the air before falling with a thump onto the floor. She tossed and turned, rolling every which way her queen bed would allow and yet nothing settled her. There was nothing to do but admit defeat. Sitting up, she wiped the sleep from her eyes as her big hazel eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. Stumbling out, she flipped her fairy lights on to cast the room in a warm glow before sneaking out to go use the restroom. It was while she had been in there did she hear another door open out in the hallway and the thudding of feet. She knew exactly who was up at this hour.
Taking care of her business, Eva finished up and headed out into the hallway. She cocked her head, listening and the dull thud of a knife on a cutting board could be heard. Brandon was making breakfast. Eva shuffled down the hallway now and soon entered the kitchen, blearily staring at her older brother - well, adopted brother? Eva wasn't sure how to describe him considering that she had been the one adopted into the family, but he felt like a brother, enough to where Eva would do anything for him and shank any woman who broke his heart. It was a weird feeling, but maybe that's what having a real family was all about.
"Come on Brandon," she commented now, not bothering with the pleasantries of good mornings, "I love bread but how come you didn't start up the coffee pot yet?" Despite her body was still catching up to her mind for waking up, she had delivered that quintessential teasing tone before heading over to the kitchen counter that held the coffee maker. Pouring the water in and starting to measure out the coffee, hazel eyes cast him a curious glance, "Why are you up so early? I thought you had off today."
“I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.” - John Green
full name • Evanna Maxine Garnet; Formally Evanna Maxine Boyka nicknames • Eva - Preferred Name age • Eighteen birthday • 6 April occupation • High School Student; Yard Sale Groom gender • Female sexuality • Hetero
the appearance
face claim• Peyton List
identifying features• Eva is considered a little above average standing at five foot six inches and is secretly happy that she isn't any taller since she doesn't want to tower over boys. She is a bottle blonde, meaning she purposely dyes it blonde and tends to be very good on the upkeep, other then allowing her roots to grow out every once in a while. She has a squarish face and a strong jawline with small plump lips and big hazel eyes. She has some complexation from working at the yard sale and is fond of wearing make up no matter the occasion - likely stemming from her lack of ability to wear it during time spent in a juvenile correctional facility. Eva does have a curvy body and doesn't bother trying to hide it, feeling as if it's up to other people's responsibility to not be distracted rather than she having to bend her own style to those needs.
the personality
likes • Her Adoptive Family - Particularly Brandon, Horses, Muffins - Particularly Blue Berry and Cinnamon Oat, Strawberries, Proving People Wrong, When a Horse goes to a Good Home, Staying Out of Trouble, Cute Boys, When She 'Clicks' with a Horse - Getting a successful Join Up, Her Second Chance at Life dislikes • Her Biological Mom, Bitchy or Catty Girls, Being Judged, Boys who Lead her On, When People Misunderstand a Mistreated Horse, Her history - She wishes she could redo some past life choices, Cupcakes - Too Much Icing, That weird feeling she gets when she feels too happy living with the Garnets, When Trouble finds her strengths • Hot Wiring Cars, Natural Horsemanship - Still Learning weaknesses • Terrible Judge of Character, Cute Boys dreams • Making Brandon and Jessie Proud to call her their Own fears • Her Juvenile Record Getting in the way of a Real Future; The Past coming back to haunt her. overall personality • Eva is a girl who likes to put up a front of a tough girl in order to protect herself. It's left her a little rough around the edges, with a proficiency in being guarded and nonchalant when dealing with other people. She's not a fan of discussing feelings and she's quick to lash out at people whom she perceives as talking behind her back as some sort of defense mechanism for display of power and attitude. She can often be described as brooding, tough, quick tempered, and even cynical by her fellow classmates and former detention mates. Unfortunately, Eva also likes to test the boundaries of rules that are set for her which can put her on edge with the Garnets from time to time along with her desires to remain independent and not rely on their help. She has a hard time juggling her feelings and thoughts, which can also cause Eva issues no matter where she is. Despite this, Eva is ultimately loyal to her new family, and she would be utterly loyal to anyone else who would be willing to befriend her.
the history
father • Bernard Boyka, 44, Gangster [biological - deceased] mother • Natalia Boyka, 43, Bank Teller [biological - deceased]; Jesse Garnett, 53, Chef [Adoptive] siblings • BRANDON COLTON GARNET , 30, Stable Yard Hand & Fire Truck Mechanic [Adoptive] important people • Ex Friend/Lover - Street Kid, 23 hometown • Manchester, England overall history • Eva was born to Bernard and Natalia Boyka in Manchester, England. They were not the perfect family. Loud, chaotic, and always in some form of crisis - it wasn't the greatest for raising a little girl in. Natalia swears that she always tried her best, but having Eva at a young age made her a mildly immature mother - wanting to have nothing but fun with her daughter, but doing anything that came close to parenting usually fell by the wayside. Natalia wanted to be young, be her daughter's best friend, and anything but her mother. Bernard was no better - gone more than half the time, and when he was home, he had no time for his young daughter - too busy with his own dark criminal dealings.
Due to this, Eva was often out getting into trouble. As she grew, she quickly got into the wrong crowds - thinking them better people than her parents when really they were no different. Teenagers that loved to drink, party hard, and do petty criminal activities. It was a way of life, they insisted, a life style that everyone wanted and Eva knew nothing different than that. It beat staying at home, listening to her parents squabble or her mother having some sort of manic episode. One of her friends even taught her how to hotwire cars and take them for joy rides. There was little harm in that, right? Eva wasn't the only one getting into trouble though as she got older though, her father did as well.
One day, her father announced that they were moving from Mancester to Hickstead, a quiet little town in the English countryside. A far cry from the urban city that they had. Eva was angry, and so was her mom, but there was nothing that could be done. The move was final, Bernard said, and so they would go. Settling in proved to be difficult. Eva didn't fit in at school - her accent made her weird and undignified, along with her angry attitude. She soon took to hanging out on the streets, meeting the underbelly of Hickstead with its swats of street kids. Eva began to make her friends there - once again getting reintroduced to the world of crime, living fast, and dying young.
There was one teenager in particular who took Eva under their wing. She was smitten with them, and they knew it well, using it to their advantage once they realized how adapt she was at stealing cars. It got to a point where they would say go get that car, and she would simply say when. Unfortunately, the police also caught on and one day, everything went to hell. Eva got caught, but not after a high speed chase, and was shocked to find that when she got to her destination for the rendezvous point there was no one there to save her - not even the one who promised her that they would always be there for her. So she got booked and detained, her parents didn't show for her hearing, and after getting processed and into the system, Eva went to trial.
Forced to plead guilty, she was sentenced at fifteen to grand theft auto and reckless driving for three years in a juvenile detention center. She would be released six months before her eighteenth birthday, meaning she would be relinquished back to her parents. A year into her sentencing, Eva was given notice that her parents died in a tragic housefire that started under mysterious circumstances. She didn't know how to react to this news, deciding to burry it away for now. In addition to this, due to her good behavior, Eva started to get release into the detention center's community service and rehabilitation program - which partnered with Hickstead's Local Horse Yard Sale.
There, Eva learned how to groom, feed, and work with horses. In addition to this, she would clean the yard, the stalls, pastures, and fix up fencing or anything else that may need to be done. This world became her new home, and the one thing that she looked forward to every day when she got to go. Eva developed a knack for horses, they had a calming affect on her and her personality once she realized they fed off of her own feelings and attitude. The horse can be the window to the soul as one corny yard member once said to her.
While she was there, Eva somehow ended up befriending one of the workers at the yard - Brandon Garnet. He was older, but nice and willing to put up with her gruff attitude, hardly shying away when everyone else did. Day by day, she would open up to him about everything, and little did she know that would end up providing her a pathway to a new life. As the months were closing in to her sentence being over, and the threat of being released into the system, Brandon introduced her to his mother, Jessie, a warm and protective woman who expressed interest in adopting her. Eva was taken aback, uncertain of what to say or do, but eventually said yes. Once released, she went home with the Garnets to start her new life.
Eva kept her position at the Sale Yard, transitioning from community service to a part time employee and trying to readjust back into society with having a new family. Somedays, she's good about it - finding herself truly happy, and then other times, weirded out that a family wanted to take her in and she gets all moody. But that is the life of a teenager.
the role player
alias • forever age • n/a other characters • the herd
