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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ayn Blake had been most annoyed when some people showed up telling him he had to move his van off the beach property. It would be an eyesore, they said, plus, he wasn't allowed to camp there anyways. The young man obliged, mainly because he didn't want to cause a scene and have the cops get called on him. He could talk his way out of a lot of things, but unfortunately, some of the detectives were rather smart, and Zayn didn't want to get sent back home or have his brother, who didn't even know he was living on the streets of Hickstead, called in.
Still, nineteen year old boys weren't known for their smarts, and sure enough, Zayn was back at the 'scene of the crime' a day or two later - his van left behind. His jaw had dropped when he saw the yacht club or whomever had erected a temporary building right where his van had been on the beach. Beyond towards the pier, chocolate brown eyes could see flowers and backdrops had been carted in to create some sort of Wonderland. Rich people being weird he supposed, seemed like something his parents might have done.
Zayn knew he should leave, this would be done in a few days, and then he could just return his van back to where he had been parked. But now he was curious to see what else had caused the people to drive him away. Hoping he didn't look too out of sorts, Zayn hovered by the temporary building, whistling, before ducking in. As his brown eyes adjusted, Zayn was greeted by the smell of fresh alfalfa and horse, followed by a few curious heads peering out at him, "Well I hope you ladies and gents enjoy this part of the beach, because I'm coming it back when they move you." He waltzed up to a horse now, just to get a closer look as it extended its velvety nose to bump him in investigation.
he longer the silence, the more Zayn started to worry. He didn't know much about the street gang of Hickstead other than to steer clear of it. He met a girl, Sabine Radley, once and she had nothing good to say about them plus the scar to prove it. She also seemed tougher than him, so Zayn knew he wanted to steer clear. The teenager had enough to shitty people, his stupidity in wanting to be cool and hang out with those sort of people were the very reason why he ended up where he was - homeless and living out of a van on the beach.
Turned out he had nothing to fear though, for out of the darkness was no teenager or young adult, it was a full grown man out for a walk. He looked familiar to Zayn, like one of those locals you see a lot of, but could never quite place it, "Yeah, I don't mind man." At least the young man was certain that this new comer was most certainly not a cop, unlike his last fucking run in with an adult, "I'm Zayn...I have to say, it's kind of an odd time to be taking a walk." Granted, that man could probably fire back at him with some zippy comment about how techically he shouldn't be sitting on the beach at this hour either...with a campfire. Speaking of which, he poked it a bit, "Unfortunately, all what I can offer you is marshmallows. I gotta say - those americans have that figured out at least."
ayn knew he had been a dead man, but he may have just handed this woman the shovel to dig his grave with by the way she snapped at his wrist. It was fast - like a reflex, and suddenly, the teenager had his defenses up as well. He wasn't going to be dumb and fight her, that was a whole other ball park that he didn't want to bark up, but there was just something about her that screamed 'cop'. Had he bee that dumb? The horse shoe dropped with a thud, her gaze looked really steely as she stared at him, now using a voice that most definingly sounded cop-like: "Damn lady, are you a cop?"
Might as well figure that one out right now because it's not like he had a parent to bail him out, and Dodger, well, his big brother didn't even know he was in town. Zayn didn't care for him to find out either, he idolized his brother, and the last thing he wanted him to find out that he was a dumb ass...okay, well, more than a dumbass he had been since leaving. Dodger though was the least of his problems - this chick was, er, lady, and he had to figure out how to charm her pants off. "Honestly, it did look like it was going to fall out. I was merely making sure you didn't loose it also like you did that lucky horse shoe," Zayn cracked a smile now, "I'm Zayn by the way. You know, if you are a cop, you're pretty fine. Usually I feel like they're all fat and such."
t was a cold night, the kind of night that could sink its cold teeth into your skin and down to the bone. The kind of night that could be dangerous. Thankfully, Zayn Blake had become the master of survival in cold nights, with his little van parked on the beach to block the wind as he poked a little fire to life. The red, yellow, and blue flames roared to life - bringing warmth to the air now despite Zayn still being able to see his breath puff out in the cold. It was okay though, he didn't mind. Tonight would be no different than any other night on this beach or any other part of Hickstead, and he'd wake up just the same: alive and happy.
Sometimes he felt lonely. Yeah, he had friends here, but they had their own homes and lives to get on with. All the kids at the skate park always went home, the girls at the university returned to their dorms, and here he was sitting on the beach by himself, with nothing but a dying van to call his home. But loneliness made him strong, it made him determined, and perhaps that was a better gift than being spoiled. Zayn knew he could return to London, his parents would probably take him back in a heartbeat, but there was still fear that lingered in the metropolitan city, people who would want to have a word with him when he returned, and Zayn wasn't quite ready to face that yet. He hadn't even thought about approaching his brother whom was around the area.
He took a swig of rum, straight out of the bottle before nestling down into the sand besides him. It was probably dumb to keep it near a fire, but the alcohol warmed his insides like no other. Deep brown eyes stared into the flames now, almost mesmerized by their dance and the crackling sound as he absentmindly bit into a sandwich he had snagged off a counter earlier today when nobody was looking, "You're going to be okay, Zayn," he muttered to himself, after all, he was pretty good about laying low and staying out of trouble. Of course, as that thought crossed his mind, the young man thought he caught movement out of the corner of his eyes. His head twisted in the direction now, staring out into the darkness, "Hello?"
hat yelp that escaped the young woman was probably going to haunt him for a bit. He really hadn't meant to trip over her, hopefully she would understand that. Zayn could never tell with these Uni girls, even back home at London, they either loved him or loathed him with nothing in-between. Even with that thought, and his earlier thoughts in the back of his mind, as brown eyes fell on the girl before him, Zayn Blake couldn't help but to feel a little smitten. Although the fact that she was rubbing her ribcage under that baggy hoodie of hers was a wake up call along with her choice words.
"Clearly, I was blinded by you," he joked now, offering a cautious smile, "Nah. Sorry, that was a terrible joke. I did have my head up in the clouds though. Honestly didn't see you." Somewhere in the back of his mind, Zayn knew he should get up and leave. Technically, the young man was trespassing across campus and the last thing needed was attention to be drawn to himself. On the other hand, this grumpy brunette, in her baggy sweats, was awfully cute. Zayn knew he was defilingly trapped between a rock and a hard place, even if it was his doing, "I'm Zayn, by the way," he prompted now, before asking eagerly, "What's your name?"
his was the one thing that Zayn Blake absolutely hated about being a street kid and going on his own: the lack of money. He had actually tried to get himself a job until too many questions came up. The big one: where do you live, since apparently, an address is needed for a paycheck, which he can't give, since the teenager lived in a broken down voltswagon bus near the beach. Unfortunately though, Zayn still needed money, and if there was one thing he was good at, it was pickpocketing.
It was sorta sad to think about it, but he told himself it was better than the methods that the Hickstead gang participated in: armed robbery. No, him snatching a wallet wasn't going to kill anyone, only cause them the annoyance of replacing credit cards and ID's, which was silly really, given that Zayn only ever needed the cash. What did feel dumb though, was the fact the fact that he was stalking the trails. The young male didn't care for pickpocketing out here, it was too open and there wasn't enough crowds to blend into, only the trees, but he had no choice. Hickstead Police seemed to be patrolling a bit more in town lately, probably because Fall brought tourists, the best kind of target, and unfortunately, he had too close of a call last time.
Movement caught his eye though now, as she saw a woman walking through the trails now, looking for something. Deep brown eyes caught what it was: a horse shoe. Perfect. She'd already be distracted. He readied himself, bracing for the thrill as she bent over to pick it up. A stupid deer snapped some of the branches, causing the woman to snap up now but Zayn was already committed as he darted forward now, swift as said deer and sly as the fox. Unfortunately though, the woman appeared to have a sixth sense as he felt fingers, and quite strong fingers, clamp down on his wrists just as he managed to get a hold of her wallet, "Uh...good morning...fine day for a walk, right?" He said nervously, but in the back of his mind, Zayn knew he was good as dead.
his was probably a stupid idea coming to Hickstead University. He didn't belong here, and it wasn't a figurative statement. Zayn Blake literally was trespassing to a degree. There was no student I.D. in his pocket, but in his defense, if the school didn't want street urchins like him invading their space, then maybe they should have put up some fences. He missed college, well, what little of it he had attended before dropping out and fleeing due to hanging out with the wrong crowd. Sometimes Zayn just liked to tease himself - to come to Hickstead and walk around like a real college student once more, even if it felt like a slap in the face.
Maybe it was silly, maybe he should just go head back to the pier and the beach like the bum he was, or go back to hanging out at the skate park where he could chill all day and flirt with the skater girls who showed up. Yet, sometimes, Zayn got tired of the same old stuff. There was a lack of adventure in his life recently, and coming on campus when he shouldn't? Well, that was the thrill of it all. That, and maybe running into a cute girl. As the thought entered his head though, a negative thought entered the young man's mind though, "No uni girl would ever want to hang out with you once they realize that you're homeless and scourging by, Zayn," he thought darkly to himself, before shaking his head to clear his thoughts, his mop of brown hair going with the flow of the movement.
Ignoring his thoughts, Zayn took a right and headed onto the quad now. The large greenery welcoming him with the beautiful sight of green grass, fall foliage trees, dudes playing ultimate frisbee or football, and best of all, girls sunbathing. Yeah, they were fully clothed, but it was still a nice sight. Deep brown eyes took it all in, perhaps too well, since he hadn't exactly been watching where he was going or putting his feet as he tripped right over something or someone. Oh, well, the yelp that escaped them, it was defilingly a someone. Zayn just about face planted into the ground, not bothering to brace for impact as he hit the ground and his legs tangled up in someone or their blanket. Wincing a little, he rolled over and perched himself up, feeling a little dazed as his eyes settled on a girl now, "Shit. Sorry about that. Uh...are you okay?"
full name • Zayn Atlas Blake nicknames • Z age • Nineteen birthday • September 16 occupation • Street Kid - Drifter; College Drop Out (Both Situations are Unknown to his Older Brother) gender • Male sexuality • Hetero
the appearance
face claim• Chase Stokes
identifying features• Zayn is roughly six feet and one whole inch, making him typically a stand out at the skate park, although the beach and pier, not so much. With a mop of curly and unruly brunette hair, deep brown eyes to match, a strong jaw line, and dimples sharp enough to cut glass on, he knows how to get out of trouble – especially when he decides to smile. He’s typically one to rock loose fitting shirts, baseball caps, and cargo shorts and has never dressed sharp in his life – nor has he really been in an occasion that calls for it.
the personality
likes • Skate Boarding, Pulling Off a Complicated Trick, Hanging Out at the Beach or Pier, Schooling the Whipper Snappers at the Park (Sorry Boyd Reid -\()/-), Slushies (Sour Watermelon FTW), Summertime, Indiana Jones-sque Movies and Books, Daydreaming of Adventure, Bon Fires, Roasting Marshmallows, Sleeping in Hammocks, Annoying Dodger, Local Legends (Particularly of Pirate Variety), History dislikes • Being Outclassed at the Skate Park, Bullies – Jocks, Popular Kids, or Dicks otherwise, Police sniffing around his business, Personal Questions, loosing a Marshmallow to the Fire, the Harsh Realities of Life, Anything Grape Flavored, Winter, Wiping Out in front of Girls, The look of Disappointment, Burning the Roof of his Mouth, His situation (But he’s too proud to admit it), English Lit strengths • Laid Back Attitude, Award Winning Smile weaknesses • Proudness, Jealousy Streak dreams • Graduating College with an Archelogy Degree (eventually), Making some amazing discovery fears • Not Making a Name for Himself and being unable to get out of his current homeless and schooless situation. overall personality • Zayn typically has a laid back attitude, that can be infectious at times. He enjoys keeping it cool and not drawing attention to himself, unless there are ladies around, then its another story. He’s deeply private though due to his living situation, and doesn’t care to advertise it either unless its with someone he truly trusts. While he is legally an adult, being homeless isn’t exactly something that he’s proud of and he has little trust in the police to leave him alone or do what they think is best. Despite his typical laziness, Zayn is quite smart when it comes to books, history, and local legends – especially given that he’s a historical pirate buff. He’s known to look out for the little guy on the skate park or the pier, and stupidly will never back down from a fight, which has lead into one or two scuffles before. Zayn’s stupidity streak can also run with girls and tends to be on the hopeless romantic side. Some girls just make him down right dumb and protective, even if it’s just friendship, and has also lead into fights with either them or their significant others. Still, he’s only nineteen, and while he may think he’s mature enough, Zayn still has room to grow. While he’s constantly trying to figure out how to get back into college, that doesn’t keep him from also looking out for his next adventure.
the history
father • david michael blake; 64 mother • sophie marie blake; 63 siblings • DODGER OLIVER BLAKE , Twenty Six, Mechanic; Ava Louise Blake, Twenty, Student important people • @boyd , fifteen - current BFF; DANIELLE MAJA HART , eighteen - future lady friend hometown • London, England, UK overall history • Born to David and Sophie Blake in London, UK, Zayn Atlas is the youngest of their three children and spent a quality childhood being the bane of his two siblings, Marcus 'Dodger' Blake and Ava Louise Blake. Naturally, he took a notion to following his oldest brother around as much as he could, because well, girls were lame in the eyes young Zayn and carried cooties, his sister was no different. Plus, an incident with glitter and tons of elmer's glue was all that was needed to write Ava off for the rest of his childhood. Unlike Dodger though, Zayn didn't seem to have a special skill in fixing things, but thankfully, whenever his toys did break, he knew exactly where to go.
As the Blake kids got older, they all got into their own things. Zayn took to skate boarding like a moth to flame, it kept him busy and out of the house while his parents hammered on Dodger and Ava and their expectations. He somehow always escaped it, whether it was because he was the baby or simply forgotten about, Zayn didn't know and he told himself that he didn't care. He stayed out of his parents way and crafted his own life through imagination, and perhaps a little inspiration with the movies. But that didn't apply to his siblings, and Zayn was always ready to collide into their plans. It hadn't gone unnoticed to the tween that his older brother was hanging out with a certain type of crowd at school. Naturally, Zayn wanted to be cool like his brother as well, and tried his best to tag along.
But he always got shut out, much to his annoyance. Zayn knew he had to figure out how to get in, how to be of value. It also felt like a way of getting his parents attention. Unfortunately, it worked given that Zayn was never really good at it, not like Dodger. He was blatantly labeled a trouble maker, and though he came from a well off family, his school labeled him as 'at risk', something which he thought was dumb. Neverminded that he only paid attention during his history classes, his grades tanking, and he cut class more often then attended, going to hang out with the skaters he knew and getting a chance to follow his older brother around. Although eventually, Dodger shook him loose too. Zayn never knew what his brother went onto do, but eventually, it had caught up at eighteen, where his parents gave Dodger the ultimatum, clean up his act or get out.
Dodger cleaned his act but still left for school, leaving behind his siblings. But Dodger's 'friends' never forgot about him, nor did they forget about his wannabe kid brother at the skate park. Zayn didn't mind stealing and pick pocketing so much, because in the grand scheme of things, he had convinced himself that it was exactly what Indiana Jones did and all of those pirates. They stole for the greater good, right? It felt like he was doing it for the greater good, okay okay, maybe also some of the thrill, but Zayn could play it as he saw fit in is brain. His teenage years were spent no different than his older brothers, minus the cars, and soon that came to a head as well. During his first year of college, his friends asked him to help out with something that went terribly wrong.
And while Zayn hadn't done anything, he had been there, and it was enough to rattle him into leaving. His grades, other than history, were awful. His parents were finally getting on his case about scrapping by college, and his so called friends threatening him over what he had witnessed and risking his family in London? Well, that didn't fly either. But instead of being an adult about it, Zayn did the opposite. He dropped out and ran away at eighteen, not even finishing his first semester at college. His sister would probably because, but Zayn was positive that his parents wouldn't. He dropped off the grid from London and made his way through the United Kingdom, and eventually settled in Hickstead and never announced it to his brother.
Zayn passes his time now hanging out at the skate park, along the pier, or on the beach. Doing his best to stay out of trouble and out of people's minds. But lets be honest, sometimes trouble and adventure has a way of finding those who are trying their hardest to avoid it.
the role player
alias • forever age • oldddd other characters • my herd on who's who
)/-), Slushies (Sour Watermelon FTW), Summertime, Indiana Jones-sque Movies and Books, Daydreaming of Adventure, Bon Fires, Roasting Marshmallows, Sleeping in Hammocks, Annoying Dodger, Local Legends (Particularly of Pirate Variety), History 
