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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His brows furrowed a little when she turned away to avoid his gaze. He listened and pursed his lips and sat back in his chair, narrowing his eyes, his soft expression turning to stone. ”believe what you want about other officers but I would never stand in the way of a child getting back to their mother.” his tone had a frosty edge to it, what she’d said brought up memories he’d spent years trying to bury. He gripped his coffee cup and turned away from her, looking out of the office window at the other officers in the station. As memories of his childhood - his mother leaving him bubbled to the surface, he finished the rest of his coffee then inhaled deeply, pushing the thoughts that swirled around his mind back down to where they belonged before turning back to face blaise. ”fine, you don’t want my help with your son, fine. .but at least let me help you. Sort your life out and be the best mother you can be, your son deserves it.
brook ignored the grin on her face, not giving her the satisfaction of another reaction. He flicked open the file in front of him on the desk and let his eyes run over it, pointless given the fact that he'd memorised most of it - having read it every time the blonde was hauled in for questioning, which had been a lot lately. he hid a smirk and kept his eyes down when she suggested he let her go. "ha. good one." she always seemed to be caught in the vicinity but never there was never enough evidence to nail her. he lifted his eyes back to her as her voice filled the room. he lifted his brows slightly, he wasn't surprised to hear she had a son but he was surprised she'd finally trusted him enough to say something. he'd had a hunch the first time he'd found a picture of the boy at one of blaise's first hideouts but didn't pressure her about it. his expression softened and he leant forward a little so his elbows rested on the desk. "I can try. .if you let me."
brooke supressed an eye roll when the blonde told him to be careful, like he'd actually meant to scold himself on purpose. it was annoying the way she knew how to get under his skin. he was genuinely a hard person to read but she seemed to read him like a book lately. knowing what buttons to push when she wanted a reaction from him. he glanced at the red mark on his hand again, thinking he should probably at least run it under some cold water but he didn't think it would blister either way. Not that he was bothered. It'd just be something else to add to the list of scars/injuries on his body. He sat back down in his chair and wrapped his hand around the mug handle, lifting it to his lips to take a sip as she spoke. He was slightly taken aback by her outburst but he kept a straight face, listening intently. His brows furrowed when she leant back in the chair, seemingly pissed at herself for spilling some information. "I know you don't do it for fun. . you do it to survive." He stated simply. There were very few people who actually enjoyed being a criminal, ending up in and out of jail and they were the ones that deserved to be behind bars. Blaise wasn't one of them. "let me help you then. .for once just let someone help."
It surprised him when she didn't give one of her usual responses, instead just keeping quiet. He'd left her speechless for once, which was interesting. Nodding to her request for coffee, he slipped out of the room, leaving the door open, figuring she wouldn't be stupid enough to try and leave. He walked into the little staff kitchen and switched on the coffee machine. While he waited, he grabbed two mugs from the cupboard and placed them down on the side. He made Blaise's usual go to then poured his own coffee into a mug, adding a splash of milk and a teaspoon of sugar. He hadn't really picked up on the fact he knew how she liked her coffee, it was just something he remembered without trying.
He picked up both the cups in one hand and headed back into the room, his stomach dropping slightly when he finally noticed her raw wrists. He clenched his fists without realising, the mugs banging together as he did. He gritted his teeth and swore under his breath as some of the coffee spilt onto his hand, scalding it. He placed the cups down on the table and wiped the back of his hand on the side of his pants, ignoring the throbbing that came from the red blotch on his left hand. He looked up at the sound of the blonde's voice, his eyes finding hers as he spoke. " I'm not going to force you to tell me anything. .but I'll listen if you do." He said, softening his voice toward the end. He wasn't going to ask her to trust him, he didn't even know if he could trust her and it wouldn't be fair to tell her otherwise.
As his own thoughts raced through his mind, trying to figure out a way to get her out of this mess, he glanced up and caught Blaise lost in her own thoughts. Her question caught him a little off guard and his mind scrambled to come up with an answer but he couldn't find one. "Honestly. .I don't know." He said, with a small shrug of his shoulders. It was a question he probably should have asked himself a while a go but he'd pushed it to the back of his mind, like he did with most things when it came to his personal life.
He usually didn't care much for relationships, not after the breakdown of his family. Of course he loved hanging out with his friends but when it came to his love life, it had been one disaster after another. The women he'd been with were never fully happy in their relationship. His job always came first and they didn't like that. He didn't blame them though, while he was working his ass off to climb the ladder, he hadn't been around much and when asked to pick between the two, his work always won.
Now this arrogant blonde sitting in front of him had him thinking of how he could help drop her charges without risking his job too much. It didn't make sense. He was conflicted about his feelings towards her. They'd spent a few passionate nights together since they had met and he'd enjoyed every second but then she had to go and do something like this and it snapped him back into reality. "Do you want a coffee or anything?" He asked, feeling the sudden urge to put some space in between them.
Brook observed the blonde's wrists for a moment as she rubbed them, his forehead creasing with a frown when he saw where the cuffs had made her skin red and painful. It made him want to find the copper and knock some sense into him. Asshole. He resisted rolling his eyes at her comment about being busy and looked at her with a blank expression. His lips closed together, setting his mouth in a hard line as his eyes narrowed slightly. "The last thing I want is for you to end up in jail." He said, honestly. Yes, she was a pain in his ass but didn't want to see her locked up. Deep down he knew she wouldn't be breaking the law if she didn't have to. A sigh escaped his lips as he surveyed his office, his mind calculating ways of how he could help her.
He'd only moved into the office after his raise but he hadn't bothered 'furnishing' it. It was his place of work not his house. Besides it wasn't like he had anything sentimental to put up anyway. There was no way in hell he was about to put up any family pictures, he didn't even think he had any home and he definitely wasn't to be the guy to have pictures of his dogs on his desk, as much as he loved them. "Look. .i'll try and get the assault charges dropped out of self defence but I don't know about the others. ." He said, his blue eyes flickering to hers.
Brooke rolled his eyes and shook his head, making a slight face when she blew the two coppers a kiss as they walked away. "You just can't help yourself can you. ." Why did she have to put him in these situations. He felt some stupid urge to protect her yet his loyalty to the job put him in a conflicting position. Sighing, he loosened the cuffs before leading her back to his office. "Sit down Miss Turner" He said, more of a demand than a request. He disappeared for a couple of minutes to get the paperwork from the front desk. Coming back into the room, he closed the door behind him and took off her handcuffs then sat down in his chair and had a quick flick through the file. "breaking and entering, theft, assaulting a police officer." He said listing off the offences from today. Nods slightly and looks back at her "Someones been busy." Places the folder down and suppresses a sigh. "You're looking at jail time here Blaise." He tapped his fingers on the desk as he thought. She just had to go and make his day difficult. Why did she have to get bloody caught.
Brook stifled a yawn and ran a hand over his face as he filled in the ridiculous amount of paperwork. Since his promotion, for the past year he'd felt like all he did was paperwork. When he was on shift, part of being a detective sergeant was to oversee of all the constables on duty while the inspector ran the whole station. he had to allocate the different cases to constables which also meant a lot of paperwork. he hated paperwork. it was boring and time consuming. he looked up when one of the receptionists stopped at his desk, placing a coffee down. "you look like you could use this." brook smiled and thanked her before lifting the cup to his lips to take a sip. he had a serious coffee addiction. it was getting out of hand.
feeling the coffee kick in, he got back to work and closed a couple more cases, only looking up from his desk when he heard a voice echo across the station, through his open door. he rolled his eyes and leant back in his chair as he watched the officer standing there proudly. what an idiot. he was new to the job and clearly had mastered the art of what not to do when bringing someone into custody. he wasn't surprised when he saw who his partner was. brook had weeded out most of the dodgy cops in the station but some were harder to get rid of. the taller cop was already on a warning for using excessive force when it wasn't necessary. he finally clocked the cuffed blonde, groaning inwardly and looking up to the ceiling when he realised who it was. why couldn't she stay out of damn trouble. it was almost like she enjoyed getting arrested.
"this is your final warning, stop boasting about your arrests, people are trying to work and quite frankly, no one gives a damn." He said, as he made his way over to them. He wasn't in the mood to be dealing with irresponsible new recruits. "And you should know better, you're already on a warning, clean up your act and start being the mentor you're supposed to be." he said, unimpressed. He didn't like pulling rank but he wasn't running a creche. He needed men he could rely on, not idiots who thought it was a game and a way to bully people. "i'll handle this, go and take you're lunch." He said, dismissing the officers after getting the key for blaises' cuffs. He asked the receptionist to bring the paperwork to his office once she was finished before motioning to blaise to follow him to his office.
Brooke stifled a yawn as he poured some coffee into the cup on the counter top. he'd had a terrible nights sleep and was in desperate need of a caffeine kick before his shift started at the station. while he waited for the coffee to cool down, he scooped some biscuits into the dogs food bowls and filled up their water. he'd managed to take them for a quick walk this morning but he'd have to take them for a long one after work. if it wasn't raining today, he would have let them stay outside for the day. he picked up his coffee and glanced at the clock, if he didn't leave now he'd be late. he practically downed the coffee, partially burning his throat in the process then placed the cup in the sink. after grabbing his lunch from the fridge, he pulled on his coat, picked up his keys and headed to work. parking outside the station, brooke stepped out of the car and made his way inside, signing in as he passed the front desk. he walked over to his own desk and dropped down into his chair. today was going to be a long day.
this is an ab workout I do 3/4 times a week, don't know if it actually does anything but my abs kill afterwards so xD www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVmjhNmvEwo There's probably better ones out there since this one is from like the eighties or something haha but I like it.
GENDER: male AGE: twenty seven D.O.B: 12th august SEXUALITY: straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: taken HOMETOWN: croydon HAIR: short, brunette EYES: hazel/blue HEIGHT: 6ft1 PLAY-BY: hayden christensen
PERSONALITY/LIKES/DISLIKES
due to his past, brook can come across blunt when you first meet him, especially if your sat at the other end of the interrogation room. he likes to get straight to the point with no hanging around. brook sees himself as a hard working person, he absolutely loves his job and always puts %100 into it. he is definitely confident guy at work and can be around girls, depending on the mood he's in. sometimes he can come off a little cocky but what guy doesn't from time to time. when he isn't at work, he is a sweet guy when he wants to be and when it comes to the people he loves he can be over protective. brook can be vulnerable at times and finds it hard to trust people.
LIKES: his job sunny days sprite running his car his dog food girls reading music action movies going to the gym DISLIKES: bullies snakes his ex rain criminals liars crappy tv idiots corrupt police STRENGTHS: catching criminals boxing self defense multi-tasking getting confessions out of people WEAKNESSES: people he loves his dogs feet, they make him feel sick FEARS: his dad losing people he loves SECRETS: he was abused by his dad HABITS: biting his bottom lip tapping his pen when he's thinking chews his nails when he's stressed
LIFESTYLE
STATUS IN SOCIETY: working class OCCUPATION: police officer - detective sergeant WEALTH: working class but comfortable TATTOOS: none SCARS: multiple from his dad DRINK: enjoys a beer most nights SMOKE: yes but trying to quit DRIVE: yeah HOME: oldaker avenue
FAMILY
FATHER: james daniel tyson; 62 MOTHER: theresa diane tyson; 57 OTHER HALF: eventually blaise turner SIBLINGS: none CHILDREN: none FRIENDS: luc beaumont, joel king, dallas wood, dustin mccarran, dodger blake, nikolai donovan, zoe blackwood
Brook was born in Croydon, London to james & theresa tyson. the first seven years of his life were great. he had a loving mum and dad and went to a decent school with good friends. one day, that all changed. his dad came home from work and didn't greet brook or his mum the way he normally did - no hug, no smiles, just cold. his dad had lost his job. instead of trying to find a new job like you'd expect, james tyson turned to the bottle and gradually over the space of six months, his dad had become an alcoholic - spending most of the day in a drunken haze and most evenings crashed on the couch. however, it didn't stop there. while he was under the influence of the alcohol, his dad became violent towards his mother. brook wanted to intervene but he was a kid and his father was solid. day after day this continued until one day brooks mum didn't come home from work. she'd left them, left him. he was ten and his mother had abandoned him. his dad was furious. he turned his anger onto brook, making his son his new punching bag. most of the time he'd hit him in places that couldn't been seen but occasionally he'd throw a backhand across his face or stub out a cigarette on his arm.
brook became a quiet, angry boy after that, pushing away his friends at school and acting out in class. basically crying out for attention. his teachers didn't care, not while he was the typical asbo kid. when he started secondary school, things started to look a little brighter. high school meant he had excuses to stay late. he joined every sports team and any club that would keep him away from home. most nights he got home when his dad was passed out on the couch, empty bottle of vodka in hand - which allowed him to minimise the physical abuse somewhat. his dad however enjoyed stumbling up to bed in the middle of the night, kicking brooks bedroom door open to verbally abuse him before falling into his own bed next door. after getting his head down in school and taking his mock GCSE's in year 10, brook left school when he was fifteen with the C's he needed to scrape by in life.
he went home, packed his bags, grabbed anything that he could get some money for and without a second glance back at his dad, escaped the hell hole he had been living in. brook sold whatever junk he'd took from the house and booked into a hostel for a couple of weeks. he took any job he could find for the next two years before deciding to join the police. he worked his arse off and completed his training, joining the canine force. he stayed with croydon police for another six months before moving to hickstead when he was twenty one. he quickly joined their police force and gradually moved his way up the ranks to become a detective sergeant.
HEY THERE! my name is pepsi and i'm 20 years old. i'm a wiminz and i've been roleplaying for donkeys years. i was referred here by no-one but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]:[/b] brook leon tyson
nicknames: tyson
age: 25, 15th july 1989
religion: nope
sexuality: straight
marital status: single
occupation: policeman
playby: hayden christensen
hometown: croydon
parents: james daniel tyson, theresa diane tyson
siblings: none
brief history: hayden was born in croydon, London. the first seven years of his life where great. he had a loving mum and dad, went to a decent school. one day his dad came home from work and didn't greet brook or his mum the way he normally did. his dad had lost his job. instead of trying to find a new job like you'd expect, james tyson turned to the bottle. gradually over the space of six months his dad had become a full blown alcoholic. but it didn't stop there. while he was under the influence of the alcohol, his dad became violent towards his mother. day after day this continued until one day brooks mum didn't come home from work. she'd left them, left him. he was ten at the time. his dad of course was furious and so he made brook his new punching bag. brook became a quiet, angry boy after that, pushing away his friends at school, acting out in class. when he started secondary school, brook started staying late to train in the schools gym and joined any club that would keep him away from home for longer.
after getting his head down in school and taking his mock GCSE's in year 10, brook left school when he was fifteen with the C's he needed to scrape by in life. he went home, packed his bags, grabbed anything that he could get some money for and without a second glance back at his dad, escaped the hell hole he had been living in. brook sold whatever junk he'd took from the house and booked into a hostel for week. he took any job he could find for the next two years before deciding to join the police. he worked his arse off and completed his training. he stayed with croydon police for another six months before moving to hickstead when he was twenty one. he quickly joined their police force and has been moving his way up the ranks ever since.
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[/font]:[/b] his job, sunny days, sprite, running, his car, his dog, food, girls, reading, music, horses
strengths: catching criminals, mixed martial arts, multi-tasking, getting confessions out of people
weaknesses: people he loves, his dog, feet
secrets: he was abused by his dad
fears: his dad, losing people he loves
habits: biting his bottom lip, tapping his pen when he's thinking, bites his nails
overall personality: blunt; brook can come across as blunt or a hard ass a lot of the time. he doesn't like hanging around, he just likes to get straight to the point.
over-protective; after what he's been through as a child, you can't really blame the guy for being over-protective of people he loves. he's always the guy to go first when it comes to catching criminals.
hard-working; brook absolutely loves his job, he's been doing it since he was eighteen. he puts %100 into his work and doesn't rest until they've caught they guy they're after.
cocky/confident; when it comes to his work he is very confident that he is one of the best policemen in town. he is always confident in front of girls, some could say he gets quite cocky around them.
vulnerable; underneath everything, brook is kind of a vulnerable guy after what he went through as a child. even if he's an adult he still likes to have a little cry every now and then. it takes a lot for him to trust someone completely.
sweet; brook has a sensitive side, when he's not at work anyway. he can be a sweet/kind lad when he wants to be. especially when it comes to his dog.
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scarlett was in her room working on her coursework when her phone buzzed. she put down her pen and leant across her bed to grab her phone. she pressed the middle button and looked at the screen. it was a text. scarlett clicked open then read the text message. beach party at ryan's house. 10pm. a small grin crossed her lips once she'd read it. scarlett hadn't been to a party in weeks, she had been stuck babysitting her sister while their mum worked nights at the hospital. but tonight, her mum was at home since she'd done a day shift. so scarlett was free for the night, and there was nothing that would stop her from going to this party.
scarlett put her phone down then closed her folder and got up to put it on the table. her coursework could wait. she walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower before stripping out of her clothes and getting in. the girl washed her hair thoroughly then washed her body. once the shampoo and conditioner was washed out of her hair, scarlett turned the shower off and stepped out. she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself then grabbed a smaller towel for her hair. after walking into her bedroom, scarlett dried herself then pulled on some underwear. after scrubbing the towel against her hair, she threw the two towels into the laundry basket. she walked to her draws and pulled one open. she grabbed a vest top and a pair of shorts then closed it again. scarlett pulled them on then sprayed some perfume over herself. moving to her vanity, scarlett applied a thin layer of make up to her face then looked through her jewelry. she put on two necklaces and a ring on a finger on both her hands. running a hand through her hair, scarlett decided to let it dry naturally. she pulled out a pair of shoes from her closet and slipped them on before walking downstairs.
as she walked through the hall, she pulled out her phone and text noah. party at ryan's place. you better be going =P. scarlett walked into the kitchen and made herself a sandwhich. if she was getting drunk tonight then she needed something to line her stomach. after putting away the ingredients that were needed, scarlett picked up her sandwhich and walked into the living room. she dropped down onto a couch and ate her sandwhich while she watched the tv with her mum and sister. once her food was digested, scarlett stood up and headed out into the hallway. after a quick look in the mirrow, scarlett said goodbye to her mum and sister and walked out of the house and headed to the party.
when scarlett got to the house, she walked inside and said hey to a few friends. after moving into the kitchen, she picked up one of the coolers with drinks in and headed outside to the beach. once she hit the sand, scarlett put the cooler down and sat down next to it. she grabbed a smirnoff ice and pulled the top off before drinking half of it. she was in the mood to get hammered tonight. while she drank the liquid in the bottle, she watched the waves bashing into rocks. the current was strong. it was almost as if the water was mocking her, taunting her about the day she nearly drowned. scarlett finished the drink in her hand then threw the bottle toward the sea. she vowed that she would get over her fear someday. after opening another drink, she sipped it then lay back and watched the stars with a sigh.
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