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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"An interesting answer." He smiled "I'm an interesting guy." He teased back, noting the way she lay her hand on his arm. "Hmmmm, I guess if that's all your offering... I'll take it." He smirked. "Well it's not all i'm offering. . just drink wise." He teased again. He began walking when she took his arm. "How chivalrous of you," He looked down at her with a small smirk "Didn't you know, I'm a gentleman." Well, when he wanted to be. Once they reached the car park, he unlocked his car and popped Max in the boot before opening the passenger door for the sultry brunette.
"A murderous psycho?" He let out a snort and smiled. ”Okay yes. . but no.” Either way they made quite the pair. "I suppose I'll have to take what I can get, so long as it's only the good whiskey." He flashed her a cheeky grin and shrugged his shoulders. ”If you think Jameson’s is good then yes.” He slipped the dogs lead into his other hand then offered his arm to Peyton before starting to walk back down the pier towards the beach.
"You think that's teasing? I've got news for you.." He smiled at the brunette's words, piquing his interest at what was in store for his future. Handcuffs? A strip tease? A whole choreographed performance? The possibilities were endless. "More than one drawer, you can never have too much," His smile widened at that. A new outfit for every night. She knew how to treat the men or women in her life. "touche, but she gave as good as she got," He grinned, nodding his head gently. "Oh she did. Joe was a fool to let a woman like that slip through his fingers." One of the reasons he didn't get into relationships was because he knew he wouldn't be able to keep a good woman. He'd always do something to screw it up since he couldn't stay faithful. "I hope you have a good night cap at yours to offer me.. or your own sexy lingerie show?" His lips curved into a smile at the mention of a lingerie show. "I unfortunately can only offer you a white or black boxer show paired with some whiskey."
Ha oh I never play boyfriend, I do however have a great opinion on what lingerie to buy and don't mind holding bags. I'll have you know my mind is as clean as a whistle. . Hmm. . I may have to see it in person first.
"I never said you could have the whole drawer.” He rolled his eyes playfully. ”Only half a draw? Ooh you tease.” He joked. “I don't know if I can spare the room," He lifted a brow, intrigued. ”a draw full of sexy lingerie? Well this I have to see.” Preferably like a cat walk. "There is infinite more power out there than the both of us - fate and karma have as much to play in the world as Mother Nature." He smiled and tilted his head slightly. ”Very philosophical” He didn’t really believe in fate but he did believe in karma. That was not to be fucked with. When she took his elbow, he began walking back along the peer, heading back to the beach. "And who’s to say I'm not Love?" He glanced down at her with a knowing smile. ”True. .but look how that turned out in the end.”
"Who's to say you won't be waking up in mine? with more than a toothbrush in the bathroom," He smirked and gave a mock gasp, bringing his hand to his chest in shock. ”my oh my, the peyton la blanc, would give me my very own underwear draw? Well I’ll be damned.” It was rare for him to even stay the night after a hook up, if it hadn’t happened in his own bed, he’d make an excuse to leave or slip out during the night; partly because he didn’t want to lead someone on and partly because he struggled sleeping anywhere else other than his own bed. Honestly, he even found it hard to sleep when his own bed had someone in it. He had however, managed to fall asleep after a night with peyton, which was unusual. "It's the best when it's empty, there's something about the ocean that makes you feel small, like there's so much more important than just you..."
He grinned slightly, looking back out at the water. ”I feel that when I’m in the water, like in a moment’s notice, the waves can change and you could suddenly be half a mile from the beach. .makes you realise you’re not invincible.” Most summer mornings he liked to start his day off with a jog then a swim. Nothing like a cold dip in the ocean to wake you up. "Hit them where it hurts - fell them at the ankles, and then he can get to the throat." He laughed and looked down at the dog as he loved the attention. ”Exactly.” Max would probably have more chance of licking someone to death. "I will pretend that wasn't a less-than-subtle come on, and I'll walk you home.. but I can't promise you'll be safe” He smiled and lifted a brow. ”Oh really? What if I’m the bad guy that usually lurks in alley’s? Haven’t you watched ‘you’? It’s always the guy you don’t suspect.” He joked.
"I can't promise that, I might want to keep you forever," Dodger grinned as he rested his body against the railings. ”Careful what you wish for, fast forward to next year and you’ll be waking up in my bed with a toothbrush in the bathroom” He joked back. "I was feeling restless, I didn't feel like crowds today, just wanted to come somewhere peaceful I could breath." He nodded, understanding the need for taking time to be alone. ”I get that, one of the reasons I like coming here early in the morning, it’s always empty.” He quite enjoyed his own company, with Max of course. He had quite a large social battery but even his depleted every so often. "Anyway, isn't it late to be out walking all by yourself? Careful of those dark alleys." He smiled and nodded towards the dog. ”Ah that’s what Max is for, those teeth on someone’s ankles, oof better get running.” He bent to ruffle the dogs ears, knowing full well the westie was a complete dope and probably wouldn’t hurt a fly. ”Ah well in that case, maybe you’d better walk me home, keep me safe from those that lurk in dark alleys.”
He reached down to clip the red lead on Max’s collar, ensuring the dog wouldn’t do another runner. "Does that make you my jolly sailor bold?" He smirked, moving closer as he shrugged softly. ”Only if you promise not to lure me to my doom.” He stopped at the railing, standing beside her as he rested his back against it. He had no idea if she could even sing but her beauty alone was enough to lure somebody in. ”What brings you out so late?” He was a bit of a night owl himself but it was rare to find someone else who enjoyed being outside so late at night.
Dodger walked from the car park to the path that led to the beach, his white westie attached to the lead in his hand. He’d kept the dog indoors for a unusually lengthy time today and had only had a few minutes to run home from work to let him out briefly for a toilet break during a quiet time at the garage. Then, just as he was finishing up for the day, a call came in for a tow which added an extra couple of hours onto his shift. By the time he’d gotten home, showered, fed max and ate himself, it was pretty much time for bed. Max however had other ideas, he’d decided it was the perfect time for zoomies. It had been a while since he’d took the dog to the beach and the late time meant it would be empty which was ideal since the dog wasn’t a fan of others.
He reached down and unclipped the lead, letting the dog shoot off after the ball he threw. He grinned and continued walking across the sand and heading up the stairs to the pier, hoping one of the vendors were still open so he could grab a snack. He let out a groan as Max tore off down the pier when a passer-by kicked his ball by accident. He jogged forward lightly until he reached the dog, bending down to clip his lead back on. He wasn’t in the mood for fishing the dog out of the sea tonight. He was about to head back towards the stalls when he noticed a woman standing by the railings. He move closer to get a better look, figuring she wasn’t going to do a ‘rose’ but he couldn’t be too sure. A smile spread across his face when he recognised her. ”The rumours are true then, you are a siren. ”
GENDER: male AGE: twenty six D.O.B: 15th may SEXUALITY: straight RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single HOMETOWN: london HAIR: dirty blonde, curly EYES: blue HEIGHT: 5ft8 PLAY-BY: christoper mason
PERSONALITY/LIKES/DISLIKES
when you first meet dodger, he can come across as confident and cocky but he is actually a friendly guy. he loves to banter with people and he can be a cheeky chap at times. dodger can be impulsive and if you piss him off, he's not afraid to let his fists do the talking, he'll never back down from a fight. he is a big flirt and will pretty much try and charm any girl he fancies.
LIKES: girls fast cars fixing things yorkshire tea football beer going out with friends stealing things keeping busy summer parties being in charge going the gym DISLIKES: police coffee the guys who got him into stealing over emotional people cigarettes bad drivers waking up early being cold STRENGTHS: stealing dodging police fixing up cars can talk his way out of almost anything fighting WEAKNESSES: easily influenced does things without thinking tequila his family FEARS: his family being hurt death drowning SECRETS: he turned his 'friend' in to the police HABITS: drinking tea swearing going to the gym cracking his knuckles upgrading his car
LIFESTYLE
STATUS IN SOCIETY: working class OCCUPATION: advanced mechanic WEALTH: enough to get by on TATTOOS: none SCARS: a few from when he was a kid DRINK: every weekend SMOKE: nope DRIVE: yeah HOME: woodbain flats
FAMILY
FATHER: david michael blake; 64 MOTHER: sophie marie blake; 61 OTHER HALF: none SIBLINGS: younger brother & sister CHILDREN: none FRIENDS: brook tyson, rafe callahan, leo white, kara mccarran, jasper callahan, joel king, amber white, peyton le blanc, roxanne reed
dodger was born and raised in the best city in England, London - in his opinion. he had a pretty decent life growing up. he had two younger siblings to play with or pick on so he never had the chance to be lonely. as a child, dodger always had a knack for fixing things - if one of his toys broke, he'd have it fixed by dinner. as he grew older, dodger got in with the wrong crowd at school. they started off small, stealing things from the corner shop gradually growing more ballsy and starting to steal wallets or purses. he was clever and never got caught. he always found a way of dodging the angry bystander he'd stolen from or the police and so he was graced with the nickname 'dodger'. the jobs eventually changed from petty theft to joy riding cars and sometimes selling them on. he'd often steal old bangers and repair them to sell for a little extra cash. this behaviour continued until he was twenty, when one of his friends - the ring leader, was arrested. dodgers parents found out what he was involved in and gave him an ultimatum, stop and go to university or they called the police right there and then. obviously he chose option one. so off he went to college, or rather to a garage to do a mechanic apprenticeship. when he finished the course he was kept on as a mechanic. not long after, his friend got out of jail and came knocking for dodger to go back to his old ways. it was a very tempting offer but he refused, not wanting the fall out with his parents. his friend didn't like that answer and threatened him. when that didn't work, he had dodger beaten up but he still wouldn't change his mind. the guy tried to threaten his family so dodger ultimately made the decision to leave London to keep his family safe. he settled into hickstead pretty quickly and got a job as a head mechanic in the garage in town. although he's tried to keep his nose clean, he still lives up to his nickname and dabbles in some not so legal activities.