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," Roisin said with a grin, pulling up her hand and wiggling her pinkie finger in front of her best friend. It was hard to keep the giggles to herself, Tally just brought them out of her so naturally. Hopefully she'd let her inside soon though, the young woman was certain that the singles dorms had way more rules than the doubles. Sure enough, Tally seemed to realize that, or at least that she was blocking the door, and allowed Roisin in now.
The idea that one Rex Caufield had made his sister's week so long wasn't really surprising. He was some moody artist type that looked gaunt half of the time, but Roisin could tell that he still would look after his sister. But soon, Tally was smiling and it became apparent that she had been joking, "Hey, I would totally wipe the floor with Rex if you asked me too. I've got some guns from lifting apple crates." The young woman struck a flexing pose just to prove her point before getting distracted by the invite of Tally's closet: "By all means, enter Narnia - it's at your disposal." The doors opened and there was a blooming of colors.
She certainly didn't have to be told twice as Roisin practically pranced over, already pawing over some dresses, "Ughs, I love your stuff. I wish I had your ability to sew. Also-" she turned, pulling at a black, bodycon mini dress, "Does your dad and Rex know you dress scandalous with me?" Then, her blue eyes spotted something. Dramatically, she pushed some dresses aside and found a skirt. A tight skirt. In the most complimentary of colors. Roisin gasped, "Is this for me?!" Honestly, it did look her size. If only that girl from the club had seen her in this, she probably would have scored her number. She had mentioned she was a university student though, "We can do both. I'm looking for a mystery girl," the young woman said with a coy smile, "Maybe we can find your artist boy."
But Tally appeared distracted, looking critically at stuff on her bed. Blue eyes rolled, "Honestly, you can be so hard on yourself, Tally." Drapping the skirt on a chair, she walked over to stand beside her friend, throwing her arms over her to pull the tiny girl to her side, "Your fashion kicks ass - mine in contraband. You have the eye - you just don't want to admit it."
Roisin really could not tell what the older woman thought of her. She was like a beautiful statue, frozen in time and utterly unreadable. It frustrated her to no end, mainly because Roisin was used to adults fawning over her - at least, that was how she read her parents and teachers at least. Her siblings, not so much. Surely though, the young woman had to be better than Ama's receptionist.
Blue eyes met blue eyes, unwavering as Ama explained what she was looking for in an assistant, or at least, to the young woman, thats what it sounded like. How else was she suppose to interpret 'i demand a lot from the people around me'. Good thing she liked a challenge. Roisin reached into her purse, and pulled out a piece of paper, "Here's my class schedule." She handed it over before continuing on, "I balance some hours at my family's farm, but its not as much now since I started University." Roisin had no intention of mentioning she was part time at school, but her class schedule gave that away, "I am certain I will have no problem balancing the demands of the job." Good thing she didn't say 'your demands', but it had been temping.
Instead, she said something else, "Besides, challenges are be fun."
Roisin couldn't help but to smile when Maeve said she had gotten lost in her work, after all, the young woman knew a thing or two about that. Or perhaps just imagination, she was always annoying her siblings or the other farm hands when she wasn't entirely paying attention to what she was doing. None of that mattered though, as Roisin sat down and allowed herself to enjoy the filtered sunbeams through the trees. Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure if Maeve would continue to talk to her - but she found herself pleasantly surprised when she did.
"If it's for fun, no wonder it is so beautiful then," Roisin replied with a smile. Truthfully, sometimes she felt like school projects took the fun out of being creative. Like, who wants to draw a boring old still art of fruits and shapes when you could draw flying pigs? The idea that Maeve's project was for distractions wasn't a new one to her though, and Roisin merely nodded, "I don't blame you doing something for yourself. We're halfway through the term, I think distractions are certainly needed." The young woman stated it as pure fact, given that, if you were to ask her opinion, it was.
The question over whether or not she sewed made her sheepishly grin, "I do! Sometimes I'm good and sometimes...well, I need a bit more practice. I like to believe I have the vision down but not always the means to get to it." Not with creating something out of scratch. A selfie? Yes. The perfect IG pose? Also yes. An attempt at a high couture dress? Not so much, but the effort was certainly there, "I love fashion," Roisin confessed, "And creating brands. Like, I want to do that, be in charge of someone's brand. I'm hoping my parents consider me a lost cause for partaking in the family business of...apples. It just so...boring to me." Damn, she really unloaded there - to a stranger, how awkward, "Sorry, I guess a digressed there."
At least the look that she caught on Ama Cadwallader's face was very subtle compared to the looks she had gotten at reception. Apparently pink was not the color to wear to an interview, but Roisin couldn't help it. She rather dress to impress and be herself rather than dress to impress and be a fake. The young woman couldn't help it if black just wasn't her muse. In the end, none of that mattered anyways.
She slid into a seat across from the beautiful blonde now at her order. Roisin could feel herself sitting on the edge of it, her back straight without the need of the back, pressing her shoulders back as well. It was her power stance, shoulders back, chest forward. The young woman didn't know why, but it always made her feel powerful, "Oh!" Well, the question was fast. They were rolling right into the interview then, "Well, I juggle a lot of things in my personal life. School. Work. Family. It's al a balancing act, which I believe is needed to be a personal assistant." Maybe she should expand upon that, "As I am certain you have a very busy schedule, between meetings, material shops, and then your own personal life appointments, I believe it will require the same amount of juggling as well as navigating how to stack them in importance, which might change from day to day."
Roisin was rather curious if Ama Cadwallader burned through a lot of personal assistants or if this spot just happened to open up by some mere miracle. She took a deep breath, uncertain if her next statement wasn't about to go too far, "I'll be honest, I am hoping to learn a lot from you. Not in the fashion sense, but from a PR perspective. These are the skills I'm really hoping to cultivate under you while still helping out with your needs."
She must have caught the other girl by surprise, given her awkward turn in the water and then shielding her eyes from the sun. Roisin seemed to be doing that a lot lately, but at the end of the day, it never hurt anyone. As the recognition on Tenaya's face became apparent, the young woman beamed her a smile, "Well, the town is honored to see you outside the confines of the ranch!" The ranch hands always felt like unicorns out in the wild, it felt like it wasn't often that Roisin spotted one. She got it though, they had everything they needed at the ranch, so why leave? At least this time, it was outside of buying a ton of apples.
Laughter bubbled up in her when Tenaya asked her how she managed to get out of work this time, guess her reputation followed her around. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, Roisin couldn't decide. But she knew well enough that Tenaya Holland didn't mean anything by it, "I got up at the crack of dawn to help out in the orchards, so I figured after a few hours, I could barter my way out of it." She probably had whined a bit too much, so her parents set her free for the day, but hey, Roisin knew she had put in some good, hard labor on their account. The least they could do was let her soak and sunbathe at the pool.
She placed her stuff on one of the pool lounge chairs now, shedding herself of her wrap before returning to the edge of the pool now and lowering herself onto the edge, allowing her feet to dangle into the cool water. It already felt wonderful in this horrendous heat. Blue eyes looked to the older woman now and smiled, "I'm doing well! I know the orchards will be busy soon because of the picking season. Thankfully, my parents are still allowing me to take two classes at the University though. So I'll have quite the balancing act soon." Still, it was a challenge that she relished, "What about you?" The young woman had no doubt that Tenaya would just talk about work, that was the basis of every single conversation she seemed to have, but Roisin figured she'd ask politely before needling around.
The squeal that escaped her best friend's lips merely made her laugh, and she couldn't even finish her sentence before Tally Caufield was pulling her into quite the bear hug: "Don't ever leave me again!" She had quite the surprising amount of strength for a seventeen year old, "Deal! Nobody can keep me from you!" Roisin squealed back, returning the hug before managing to finish the rest of her greeting. Once the release came, she stepped across the door frame and into Tally's room - which, quite frankly, sorta felt like a second home to her - the unofficial roommate.
She slipped off her shoes at the door and put them off to the side with her bag as she listened to her best friend speak. Blue eyes glanced over at Tally now, "I take it your week was as long as mine? Who do I need to beat up?" Roisin asked jokingly, or was she joking? Who knew. She'd defend her friend like no other, like she was family, and that was saying something. Nevermind that Tally had an older brother and possibly an even more terrifying looking dad to make people second guess about double crossing her. Still, a grin spread across her face, "I brought some potential outfits, but I never say no to raiding your closet!" Even though the two of them had vastly different figures, they always seemed to manage it when it came to borrowing, and the occasional steel.
"What are we feeling tonight anyways, Tally? Campus parties? The clubs? A little bit of both?" That may define the outfits of the night anyways. Roisin naturally made her way to the closet now, dramatically flinging it open, "Ughs, your stuff is always so pretty, it blinds me with jealousy."
As Roisin approached the other girl now, it became clear that she had been working on something under the shade of the tree. The glint of a needle became clear, followed by the wince on Maeve's face. That action alone made Roisin cringe inwardly herself, she knew that face well, given how many times she had stabbed herself attempting to fix up second hand luxury, "Ah! Sorry. Had I known you were working with needles, I wouldn't have been so...exuberant in my yelling." Thankfully though, none of that had deterred Maeve from giving her permission to join her.
She dropped her bag with an unceremoinious thump, before she sat down now, stretching out her legs as she leaned back on her hands. If it weren't the fact that this was the campus grounds, one might have thought Roisin Malloy was camping out on a beach, "I don't know. I feel like that course taught me that while I am creative, I am not creative with words." She said with a grin now, her blue eyes glancing over the embroidery craft in Maeve's hands now, "Is that a fun project or a school project?" Roisin inquired now, figuring it could be either. It looked like the sort of thing her sister would like to do if she wasn't so clumsy with dangerous or fragile things.
Well clearly this girl could dish out just like Roisin can, "Okay okay, I deserve that." At least it was a work uniform though, meaning it was forced upon her rather than it was really her fashion sense. At least the wrong foot that they had gotten off on turned to a good foot as the other young woman introduced herself as Zola now, "Pleasure to meet you too, Zola."
She lightened up when Zola informed her that she was going to a gala, "A gala! Oh! That's so exciting. I'm quite jealous," and Roisin really did mean that, "Ughs, I would love the opportunity to waltz around in a fancy dress." It was odd to think of a gala as cocktail, but what did she know? All what Roisin really had to go off of was what she saw in Vogue and other such magazines. Blue eyes watched as Zola's hands moved away from the tulle (thank goodness) and onto silk, "Ooo, that's a pretty color. Silk's more breathable also."
Roisin started pulling off a few dresses off of the track now, pretty much acting like she belonged there now, certain she could figure out how to help Zola out, "How do we feel about showing off figure?" She, personally, loved to do it, but the young woman knew not everyone liked to do such things, "Are you going with anyone?"
"A gift? A gift?!" Roisin asked now, her eyebrows shooting up in utter surprised. Her blue eyes looked at her sister, who looked utterly grumpy by the whole thing, waving her hand about explaining why she even had it, "Your phone was a century old. I don't blame it for ending it's life." The fact that Daisy had yet to expand on who gave her such a gift started to annoy the young woman, but before she could pester her even more, her sister decided to make a subtle dig.
She would not give her the satisfaction of a cringe over being caught, which quite frankly, was unfair given that there had been a shiny, brand new phone that had distracted her from making her final pathway to her bed, "I was hanging out with Tally. It's no big deal, Daisy." Roisin shrugged her shoulders for added affect to her nonchallant attitude, "Besides," she added impatiently now, "There are more important matters to attend to, such as, who gave you this phone? Do you know how expensive this is? Do you have a sugar daddy or mama that you're not telling us about?" That defilingly seemed far more interesting to her than what Roisin was doing sneaking in at this hour.
Blue eyes peered down at the phone one more time, "98 percent. It's nearly there." She slid into the chair now, too hopped up on excitement over the phone and perhaps Daisy's sudden 'friend' than to care about going up stairs. Greedily, she reached across the table now to snag a cookie, "So spill everything. I want to know. This phone isn't going to distract me from not getting details out of you."
It had been a Friday evening and all what Roisin Malloy knew was that she didn't want to go home to the farm, she still wanted to stay out in the city. So she had concocted some fib about how she needed to stay late to help out Tally with a project at the library, and that they shouldn't expect her home until after hours. Of course, Roisin wasn't at the library with Tally, she was at R&R Nightclub in downtown Hickstead, sitting at the bar with a FLUTTER-BY cocktail. It's lavender hue mixed with rocks and sparkles sang to her, the cold steam wafting out of the glass from the temperature of the club. The young woman knew she should watch her pace, it was the sort of drink she could knock back seven times before realizing that she wouldn't know how to get home or cover her tracks.
She played with the straw, allowing the flower to dance in the drink before her blue eyes looked out on the dance floor and to the faces in the crowds. Unfortunately for her, her best friend Tally Caufield actually did have a project that she needed to work on, which kept her at the University on a friday night, leaving Roisin up to her own devices. Sometimes that could be dangerous. A bored Roisin Malloy could often spell disaster or fun, depending on how someone looked at it. The young woman liked to think though that she didn't have a horrid reputation - it's not as if she were mean, nor was she sloppy. She was just...fleeting. Nobody ever seemed to keep up with her, other than Tally, of course, but Tally was her best friend and, well, straight.
A heavy and dramatic sigh escaped Roisin now, as she glanced back at her drink. Why was it so hard to meet girls? They literally littered half of the population of Hickstead, if not more so than men, and yet, nothing, it was a barren wasteland to Roisin. Was it her? Was she picky? Was it the fact that lead a double life? Surely not. There was no way that Roisin Malloy was at fault for being single, it was the other people. She placed pink lips on her straw now, taking a sip of her drink when a voice cut through: "Looks like they went all out. How does that taste?” Blue eyes looked to the owner of the voice now, a girl, maybe her age. Funny, Roisin had never seen her before, because she would remember a face like that, "It's sinfully delicious," Roisin said with a smile, "I'm Roisin by the way, if you want to stay around and order one. It's the Flutter-By. I could use the company."
The weekend was here! Midterms had certainly made the week felt like it was forever eternal and drag like molasses in the winter time, but now, freedom. Roisin Malloy, for one, could not wait. The biggest parties of spring semester would be upon them in a matter of hours - well, that is, once Roisin got herself back to campus, which she did, like a professional. She packed a weekender bag, stuffing it to the brim with everything that she needed in order to live like a bum in her best friend's dorm room, and made her way to campus.
It was funny being back, given that she had literally only just been there a mere two hours ago. Normally, if Roisin was being sneaky, she might have just stayed put instead of going home - but Roisin planned on partying all weekend. Plus, honestly, she didn't want to see a text book at all, even one poking out from her school bag. Everyone in her family sounded busy - some big farmers society thing was coming up - so surely, they wouldn't miss her given the young woman never wanted to attend such banquettes anyways. There wasn't anything that could possibly happen while she was away - besides, wasn't Daisy macking on some guy anyways?
Rolling up to the girls dorm rooms now, Daisy flashed her ID to get inside, unlocking the mechanism. She walked down the hallway til she spotted the familiar door and knocked on the door. Sure enough, the door opened and the face of Talullah Caufield greeted her, "Girl," Roisin said with a grin now, "Are you ready to party it up this weekend? Please tell me you picked out your outfits already."
It was hard to believe that summer had come and gone - the long days would be coming to an end along with the warm weather, traded in for the typical Hickstead Fall. Roisin Malloy didn't mind the incoming weather, but she would miss the summer time, if only for the chance to show off. Fall was also the busiest time of year for the Malloy Family due to the apples. Apple Picking. Apple Canning. Apple everything. The farm store got crowded as well, which meant more work for her and less time to hang around with her university friends or downtown. Perhaps that's what annoyed the young woman the most.
There was nothing that she would be able to do about it though - until she graduated and went out on her own dreams, Roisin was stuck working with her family. Some days she didn't mind, given they were her family and despite their differences, she loved them, but most of the time, Roisin didn't want to be there. She just didn't have the genes, it skipped her, maybe because genetics knew she was the end of the line. If there was one thing the young woman was good at though, it was shrugging off her responsibilities. So, she was off to the pool with a big travel bag stuffed with her towel, a huge water bottle, some snacks, and a new book to enjoy for the time being.
Liam wouldn't give her the truck, so she had nagged and annoyed him until he caved in to at least give her a ride to the pool. Getting out of the car, she said her good byes and walked off. The smell of chlorine hit her, along with sunny skies to warm her body. Roisin couldn't wait to strip down to her bathing suit. Blue eyes were taking in the empty lounge chairs, when she caught a familiar face who had just left her stuff and dipped into the pool now: Tenaya Holland. Roisin wasn't friends with the ranch hand per say, but she knew her well enough from the bulk apple buys for treats for the horses and cows, "Tenaya!" She called out now, stepping up to the edge of the pool, "Guess I wasn't the only one who wanted to enjoy the last of summer. Didn't know that the ranch let you people escape the boundaries."
