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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he scoffed a little and raised a brow as he looked across at deimos. "show me a better shaped one out of chairs and then we'll compare." he said as he rolled his eyes, sliding the final chair into place before he stood back to inspect the work. it wasn't the best but he'd seen worse. not done with chairs though but the thought was there. he heard deimos again and he patted his jacket and his jeans pockets and then held up his hands a little. "fresh outta spray paint." he said with a hint of sarcasm.
it seemed to shock people when he was able to keep something from bothering him. there were some things that got his back up but name calling had never really been one of them. he'd grown up with bright red hair, he'd heard them all before. it wasn't until he'd started to grow up and fill out that the names had slowed right down. "can't disagree." he said, though there was nothing behind it. he was just genuinely glad that he'd finally found a girl he liked that didn't expect the world. there were too many bitches who craved drama and strife and he wasn't about that.
he wanted someone who could tell him what she wanted, he could work with that. he couldn't work with sly comments, hints dropped and needy. he looked up at dei and he nodded a little. "you know, i think i like the sound of that." he said as he leaned down on one of the backs of the chairs, as if putting the ball in the other mans court.
tripped hummed along to the music that was blasting through his headphones into his ears. he was arm deep in soapy buckets as he washed soot off the trailers that belonged to the stables. he didn't know how or why he'd been dragged into helping these guys clean up the mess that had been caused by the fire but never the less, he was here and he was working. he dropped the sponge into the bucket as he used his shoulder to wipe his forehead off the best he can as he felt a bead of sweat roll down it. he blew out a breath as he turned from what he was doing to see a small group of people gathered a small way aways from him. he raised a brow, wondering what they were all doing and why no one had told him they were taking a break. he tugged his earphones out of his ears and let them hang over the collar of his shirt as he walked over to the group. it was then he heard his name and he pulled up a little. why the hell were they talking about him? it was then he saw his jumper in unfamiliar hands and his frowned deepened a little. "i didn't think i was that important." he said as he walked over to the group, more than curious about why they were talking about him and feeling the hair on the back of his neck raise with a familiar sinking feeling that he was about to get into more trouble than he was worth. his eyes moved back to the jumper and he almost opened his mouth to say he hadn't seen it in a while but he thought the better. the last time he'd seen it he'd been here at BA switching horses around in their stables as a prank against the barn and it's riders. that wasn't something he was about to fess up to though, at least not yet.
tripp saw the eye roll and ignored it. he did know that he lacked the patience other people seemed to have but that wasn't something he could really help. he'd been born without the ability to wait and to sit still and be patient. he glanced in dei's direction and raised a brow when he asked what he was drawing. "do you need an anatomy lesson?" he said with a brow as he placed another chair.
he snorted when dei called him alisha's bitch and he shrugged slightly. "well alisha would like that." he said knowing that she'd get a kick out of it if he told her. which he probably would, it would make her smile and that was worth it. he raised a brow a little and he looked back at dei and he leaned his hands down on the back of one of the chairs he'd been setting out. "there's not much someone could suggest i wouldn't do." it was strange to see where this conversation was headed but was it weird he was willing to find out?
he couldn't help but smirk a little as it was pointed out that only tripp was unstacking furniture. "maybe you just haven't been stuck here long enough." he said as he traced out the layout in his mind, hoping it was readable from wherever he could take the photo from. he could climb onto one of the basketball hoops or one of the ledges of the windows above the bleachers. that was always an option too.
well that was something at least, but it wasn't his name. tripp didn't make a habit of knowing people who couldn't be bothered with knowing him back. faces he knew, call it part of whatever training he'd been forced to go through while he'd been away at the school dustin had recommended to jasper, and while it had taught him some useful skills, the observation skill had never been one of his favorites. "that doesn't sound like my name." he pointed out once again but without enough feeling in it to give the impression he was going to push the matter or that he really cared. "depends what you're offering i guess." he said when he pointed out that alisha didn't like to share, and if he was being honest he enjoyed that feeling because it meant him and alisha were getting to each other in more than a physical sense.
tripp stopped unstacking the chairs as he was watched from across the hall. he leaned against the back of one of the chairs and shrugged a little. "you're here too, don't you?" he asked as he looked about at the chairs he'd pulled apart, wondering if the message was a little clearer from above or whether it would be able to be figured out from ground level. if it couldn't, he'd need to get to a higher vantage point to take a picture to send to his brother to get him to hurry up.
he saw the eyebrow rise and almost scoffed a little. it was like he was almost expected to know who was standing in front of him. he knew of him but that was about it. he was sure he'd heard his name mentioned once or twice but he just couldn't recall it right now. "i'll bet you can't tell me my name, so why should i know who you are?." he said with his own roll of his eye as he walked across to another stack of chairs and he reached to pull the stack down so he could spell out the final word before he find out how to take the picture.
it was one of those moments that he really didn't care who saw what he was doing. he was bored shitless, he didn't really owe anyone much of an explanation and if he was caught by someone who actually had the authority to question him, he'd just throw his brother in the deep and and tell them that he'd told him to move them. it was as simple as that. it didn't take him long to figure out that he could leave a nice enough message written out in the chairs that he was unstacking so he started forming them to start spelling out letters.
he heard the door open behind him and he glanced over his shoulder and saw what he thought was a familiar brown mopped haired guy standing there asking him what he was doing. he narrowed his eyes a little as he tried to place the face. while he did that, he shrugged his shoulders a little and pulled another chair down from the pile. "redecorating." he said as he lined it up with the others. he stopped and fixed his gaze back on the other guy. "you're one of shiloh's friends ... aren't you?" the few times he'd seen the blonde haired bit.. girl had been at parties and he'd sworn he'd seen her hanging off this guys arm before.
did he know why he was laying in the middle of the basket ball court? no. did he also have plans to get up from the basketball court and find something else to do or go home? also no. he had his hand up above his head, spinning a basketball around. he watched it was he lay there, getting caught up in the spinning of it. is this what his life was now? had he been reduced to being entertained by something so trivial? he grunted as he frowned, tossing the ball away with all the force he could as he sat up, watching the ball bounce across the court. he knew that he'd needed to clean up his behaviour but he was starting to wonder had he gone too far.
he knew that if he messed up again, his family would have no qualms about shipping him off again. he'd done that once. since then things hadn't been going all that great. he'd lost his apartment, ended up sleeping in his car before one of his older brothers had found out and offered him their couch for a while but he couldn't help but feel he was wearing out his welcome. they'd never been all that keen on him being around. with rafe, tripp cramped his style, jasper had kara and their baby now so who wanted a tag along hanging around.
he sighed as he stood up and purely out of lack of anything else to do he started unstacking the chairs that were tucked away in the corner of the room. what he planned on doing with them, he had no idea. he was only bored because he was waiting for his brother to finish working so he could drive him home and it was either wait until then or take the bus, he'd chosen the first option.
HEY THERE! my name is shadow and i'm twenty two years old. i'm a wiminz/dood and i've been roleplaying for seven years. i was referred here by clips back in the day but enough about me, here's my character. =]
[/font]:[/b] tripp christan callahan.
nicknames: his name is short enough.
age: seventeen, november 18th.
religion: athiest.
sexuality: straight.
marital status: single.
occupation: student - sports science and physiotherapy.
playby: brenton thwaites.
hometown: derby.
parents: ryan harley callahan | father | desceased. tatiana jane callahan nee lewis | mother | desceased.
siblings: jasper rayce callahan | twenty five | literature teacher. rafe xander callahan | twenty one | plumber. kade harley callahan | nineteen | student.
brief history: working parents, big brothers that ratted on him and a dog in a ramchackle little house that was bordered by a road and three fields. that's how tripp callahan grew up. at least until he was eleven. before then he ran through fields and ventured through woods with his friends and did what most kids did when they were young. explore, have adventures and he grew up with dirt on his clothes from trapping through woods, grew up with holes in his jeans from wear and tear and always had food in his stomach and a roof over his head. then it all changed. a few days after his birthday his parents were taken from him and his three brothers. killed by a driver that had decided to take the wheel and after getting himself high then tried and drive himself home.
from then on things changed. the food got a little scarce for a while till jasper managed to sort things out, clean up his image slightly and get himself a job while working at his university degree. he was taken from the home that he'd grown up in and dragged to london kicking and screaming and for a few years they lived out of a tiny flat in a bard part of london that actually made tripp afraid to go further than the front door for a little while, all because jasper had decided that getting his education in london would work better for him and his siblings in the long run. he didn't buy it at the time but looking back now he realised it wasn't wrong. when they moved to hickstead when he was fifteen he understood a little better, but he couldn't understand why they didn't go home. he wanted to go back to where he'd grown up.
two years have passed and while at school by day, he's a trouble maker by night. not a bad trouble maker, he doesn't do anything that would get him locked up in jail but him and his friends have a good time. he's come home drunk a few times though he refuses to touch drugs, and while he sticks to that h e fails to see the similarity between the two substances, one makes you happy the other just makes you messed up in his mind. this was among other things. after he and his friend caused the accident that hurt his brother's girlfriends family members,and after reciving a concussion that allowed his friend to convince him it was better to leave the site of the accident, he now lives with her oldest brother who he's rebelling against and is stuck on the fact he thinks that his brothers have given up on him and want nothing more to do with him. [/font][/ul]
[/font]:[/font][/b] having fun. food. chocolate shakes. driving. long drives, they clear his head. late nights. sleep ins. going to school, though he doesn't tell people. learning new things. watching old movies. being outdoors. long walks, he likes being alone sometimes.
dislikes: listening to people tell him he's no good. being told what to do. being told he can't do something. getting into trouble. strawberry and vanilla. hearing people cry. that his brother's girlfriend doesn't seem to like him.
strengths: he can hot wire a car. he's a good listener when someone isn't telling him what to do. he doesn't let himself get pulled into things, he makes his own choices. which could be a weakness too.
weaknesses: he doesn't like being one uped. his brothers. he doesn't like letting them down. chocolate shakes.
secrets: he and his friend caused the car accident that hurt his brothers girlfriends brother, he let his friend drag him away from the scene of the accident without staying to help.
fears: his brothers deciding he's not worth the trouble and leaving him on his own. cats. puppets. he thinks they're creepy.
habits: walks away from people when they argue and it's going nowhere. he gets defensive very quickly, he assumes people will always assume the worst.
overall personality: one one hand he is - defensive because he needs to be argumentative to defend himself angry at the world for what he lost distant to those he loves and knows trouble making because he chooses wrong most of the time defiant against people that try and control him
but on the other he is - sort of sweet but he doesn't like to show it afraid of what the future holds for him now he's not living with his brother curious about new experiences anxious that things are going to go even more wrong for him
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