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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”what seems to be the problem?” He moved into the room and sat down in the chair Shiloh dumped him in, sliding off his shoe so he could take off his sock and roll up the bottom of his jeans, allowing the nurse to assess the damage. ”Messed my ankle up tonight, not sure if it’s broken.” His eyes rested on the swollen ankle while he held back a grimace, gripping the sides of the bed as the nurse began to touch and press down in different areas before moving back to her desk to do something on her computer. ”It seems to be a bad sprain but you’ll need an x-ray to rule out a break.” The woman disappeared out of the room for a moment and Mal turned to look back at Shiloh. ”If it’s broken I’m suing.” He grumbled. He stood up on his good foot as the nurse pushed a wheelchair in, whisking him away to get the x-ray.
He returned a short while later and moved to sit back on the chair while the nurse grabbed everything she needed to strap his ankle. ”congratulations, it’s not broken.” His brow lifted at the tone but he let it slide. The nurse was obviously pissed at having to work the Friday night shift and in a hurry to get the next person in. Once his ankle was bandaged, he was given a pair of crutches to walk out on. Mal leant down to grab his shoe, stuffing the sock inside before holding it out to Shiloh. ”Grab that blondie.” He said, standing up and putting the crutches under each arm.
"You answer to me," He half snorted, half grunted as his ankle throbbed again. ”Yeah,that’s what I let you believe.” He’d manipulated people for most of his adult life, his friends were no different, he just so happened to care somewhat about them. "I didn't think to bring anything, but I guess it's probably best you didn't take things." He forced a smirk on his face at the thought of the doctor finding all sorts in his blood if they did a test. ”Yeah better not.” He wasn’t in the mood to spend more time than he actually needed to in the godforsaken place. "I gave you five minutes, whether you knew it or not. Time's up. My friend over there, will be next in, or I'll make sure that not only are you are called in for every night shift, every bank holiday, every late notice cover and all that bullshit. I'll make A&E on every day the most ridiculous party of assholes and crazies you could ever hope to dream of. A living nightmare. And if you don't think it's possible, that I could do that, have that influence, then I can't wait to prove you wrong." He watched as the blonde stalked over to the desk, shifting slightly in his seat to try and hear what she was saying. He could make out bits and pieces but judging by her body language, she was threatening the woman behind the desk. "Malachai Zeklos?" He looked towards the door as his name was called out and his smirked in Shiloh’s direction, tipping his head slightly in a thanks. Bitch could work the system alright. He used his hands to push himself off the chair then took hold of Shilohs arm as he limped into the triage room.
"I'm just giving the people what they want - everyone wants to know everything about me." He snorted and rolled his eyes at his vanity. "Course they do." He agreed sarcastically. "I prefer Queen of Hell, if you don't mind young pawn." He half smirked in response. "I'm not a pawn thank you very much. I answer to nobody." Shi may have liked to believe she had every body under her thumb but he was far from it. It was just easier to go along with her shit most days. "She gets five minutes and then...times up." He smirked again as he looked in the direction of the receptionist. If anything was going to distract him from the pain it would be a full blown Shiloh bitch fit aimed in someone else's direction for once. "Can you hold on five minutes?" He glanced at her, hiding the surprise at the concern in her voice. It was hard to remember she wasn't always an ice queen. "Yeah. . I can manage." He said, closing his eyes briefly to ward off the pain.
well unless moneybags daddy is paying, you ain't getting shit like that from me. i'm poor. the only thing i'll cry over is when my drug dealer is out of the good stuff. ugh please, don't make me throw up my lunch. what's your brilliant plan then?
"Oh yeah like you're Mr Macho Man." He rolled his eyes and shrugged. He knew he wasn't the most muscular guy, his lifestyle choices didn't exactly help in that department, he enjoyed drinking, smoking and eating way too much to be completely shredded or gain enough muscle but he at least had the genetics to not pile the weight on. That, paired with occasionally hitting the gym gave him a leaner build. "You don't give me a choice, you never shut up about yourself." He smirked "You can talk, your favourite subject is you." He was surprised about what she knew, sure most of it was surface level stuff and easy to remember but he rarely spoke about his past and had only brought up his parents a couple of times. Maybe she did like him after all. He shifted his leg on the chair and got comfortable while they waited, trying to ignore the throbbing pain. "chocolate?" He looked at the vending machine and pulled a face before turning his head to face her, narrowing his eyes. "i'll pass spawn of satan." He muttered, clocking on to what she was trying to do.
Sure, i'll get you a plastic one, bejewelled and everything. sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me blondie. what payment did you have in mind?
Can't you put some headphones and an eye-mask on and pretend they're not there? That I'm tied down, it's only on very rare occasions I let a conquest stay over. I don't want rumours starting that i've gone soft. Of course I do, none of my room-mates have ever lasted more than a month, i'd like to halve that number.
Afternoon Cupcake, What's wrong with your own bed? You're going to give my new roomie the wrong impression. Actually, I haven't had a chance to scare this one off yet.
”Who says I don't”? Malachai rolled his eyes with a snort and lifted brow. ”Your lack of strength gave it away.” He leant his body weight on the desk while he waited for the receptionist to sign them in. "but I don't do vomit. Once he goes, I'll go." His face paled from the pain he was in as he zoned out while Shiloh dealt with the stubborn woman behind the desk. . "Oh God, you're about to blow, aren't you..." He felt her nudge and looked back to the woman, lifting his hand to his mouth as if he was about to vomit. He’d clearly looked convincing – probably because the pain was making him actually feel sick. He watched as she threw a chart at Shiloh and ushered them along. He refrained from rolling his eyes at her as he limped over to a chair with the help from shiloh’s arm. He dropped down into the seat, slouching slightly before pulling the chair next to him – the one Shiloh wasn’t on – in front of his legs so he could prop it up. He peered over her shoulder as she filled in the form, half impressed she actually knew that much about him. ”Aw you do pay attention” He mocked.
"Perhaps that would make for an interesting evening," He looked back to Alisha and gave her a wink. ”well you know where my room is” He said with a slight smirk. "He does trump you though, sorry to be the bearer of bad news that you're not swinging around the biggest dick on campus," He let out a snort and shrugged his shoulders. ”who cares when I have the best tongue.” He retorted, his smirk returning, pretty confident in his ability to please someone in all departments. Tripp could swing his elephant dick around the whole campus for all he cared. He knew size mattered but he also knew too big was a problem. "Don't pretend you don't like it," He half grinned in Shiloh’s direction ”Oh I’m not, I do like it” He quite enjoyed her ruthlessness. “ I would, or you'll be next in the firing line, You think I'm a bitch, wait till she flies off the handle." He nodded, sparing a quick glance Theia’s way. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” He murmured.
He stifled a yawn and let his eyes landed back on the dishy but annoying man as he droned on again. "The gun may only be metaphorical but 5% of a grade will make the different between a 1st and a 2nd at the end of it. Surprisingly, I'm sure, we all actually give a shit about our grades - or we wouldn't be here. So if you won't class this as threat, in the very least it's blackmail” He heard Theia’s response and nodded in agreement. ”She’s got a point Pash.” He may fuck around most of the time but his grades were pretty good in what he was studying and he wasn’t about to let this stupid class mess up his marks. "I have no doubt that she owns a crown, though I'm willing to guess it's cheap plastic and mirror backed glass gems. How crass - It's got spikes and sparkles and everything, Oh, and the blood of my enemies, naturally." He listened to the back and forth and snickered to himself as the edibles began to kick in. Maybe this class wouldn’t be as boring as he’d thought.
"I might have a mean cross-stitch but I draw the line at x-ray vision," His eyes narrowed at the memory of her stitching up his head and he refrained from coming out with a snarky comment. He looked down at his feet, scowling as he saw the injured one had already swelled up considerably. If he ever saw the drunken fool that started this mess he’d be knocking him into the middle of next week. , "awe, boo hoo. so you can't lie that the sweat you're covered in isn't from pain." He looked back up with a slight frown as he touched the back of his hand to his forehead. He hadn’t even noticed the beads of sweat that had begun to form on his skin. "yes yes you giant baby," He grabbed onto her hands a little too tight for that comment as he steadied himself before limping towards the hospital.
"God you weight a tonne," He rolled his eyes ”It’s not my fault you don’t work out.” He muttered. As they passed the threshold, his grip on her tightened slightly as the familiar smell hit him, bringing up memories he’d rather forget. Malachai hopped over to the desk and rested his forearms on it, taking the weight off of his feet. . "Hi... possible broken ankle or something equally hideous. If you can bump him to the top of the queue that'd be great appreciated. He's not good with pain and might faint any second, and I haven't had enough protein to hold onto him. The last thing I need is for him to crack his head open on your floor next too," His face had paled since walking in which helped Shiloh’s case to the woman behind the desk. ”She’s right, good chance I might throw up too.”
"Just because his dick is bigger than yours," He snorted and lifted a brow ”Oh really? Maybe I’ll join you guys sometime, see if you’re lying.” He smirked, having a feeling she was. "could be arranged," He turned his attention back to the female on his other side and rolled his eyes. ”sadistic little thing aren’t you.” He smirked, knowing full well she probably could have hot coal delivered to his dorm at a moment’s notice. Money unlocked many doors. Something he’d probably never experience. "She was fuming when she found out this was mandatory. Never seen her so angry," He glanced towards Theia again and shrugged. ”I’m leaving her to it” He muttered, not wanting to set off the already ticking time bomb. As the professor began talking to the room again, Mal watched as he analysed and criticised each of their answers, half smirking when he didn’t bother replying to his own comment.
"Since most here in the room are more inclined to assume, let us play a game. It's quite simple. There is only one main rule - everyone is fair game. It's called Assumptions. You'll catch on quickly enough. For you, mister 'My Mental Health is Declining by Being Here', I'm going to assume that you are a Cocky Bastard. Go on now, make your return assumptions about me." Malachai sat back in his chair and half crossed his legs, letting his right foot rest on top of his left knee. Well things just got interesting. Prof seemed to have a sharp tongue. His smirk returned as he labelled the five of them, tipping his head slightly in a nod as he received his label. He was indeed a cocky bastard. ”hole in one shaye.” He cast a sideways glance at Shiloh ”Especially with blondie” He kept his opinion to himself for a change, opting to observe the man a little longer in order to get a better read on him. "Thank you, I can't wait to get that made into a badge. I'm glad you noticed the status without the need for my crown." He snorted and rolled his eyes. ”She isn’t joking either Pash, she definitely owns a crown.”
