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.
"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.
”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.”
He huffed and tried to ignore the somersault feeling in his stomach as his anxiety began to rise. He was regretting not downing a few drinks before the blonde had dragged his ass out of bed. He was too sober to be at the hospital. If he’d have been drunk it would have been a lot easier to go inside. He pushed down the anxiety and focused on the shooting pains in his ankle, distracting his mind. "Are we really going to play this game? Your face says otherwise, or is that swear attributed to alcohol instead of pain?" He shot her a glare as she came around to his side of the car. ”I’m stone cold sober blondie, we got kicked out before I could even take a sip.” He grumbled. "You can't walk on it Mal and even that's beyond my capabilities. What's so bad about a hospital?" He glanced towards the hospital entrance again then back to her. ”I just don’t like them. . no but I can hop, we go in, we get crutches, we leave.” He reluctantly took hold of her hands and pushed his weight into his good foot, getting out of the car.
Malachai watched Alisha move through the room, sliding into the seat next to him. ”Long time no see. . where’s your new cling on? Little orphan annie.” He asked with a smirk. He hadn’t seen her much since she’d started dating the Callahan kid, ditching the good times they’d shared with Dei. He’d never admit it but he had missed her company. "Not up for holding hands and singing kumbaya?" He turned his head to face Shiloh, rolling his eyes ”I’d rather walk over hot stones” He huffed. He frowned when Alisha said Deimos was taking the risk and skipping the session. If he could have, he would have.
He leant forward in his chair, resting his arms on the desk, not bothering to look at the quiz the man up front was now telling them about. Although he did appreciate the mention of being able to take a nap without consequences. Hearing Theia’s outburst, he lifted a brow and glanced at Shiloh. ”Who pissed in her cereal this morning?” He muttered. Mal stifled a yawn and looked back to the professor as he spoke again, surprising himself when he followed up on Dani and Shiloh’s answer. ”it’s our emotional, psychological and social well-being. . and my mental health is declining right now, by being here.”
Malachai was pissed. He didn't know why the university was suddenly deciding to enforce a mental health class. He didn't need to be told strategies on how to cope with things. That's what drugs and alcohol were for. They'd helped him cope for years and he wasn't interested in trying something new. He especially wasn't going to talk about his feelings or write down ten things he was grateful for. That was bullshit. If the uni hadn't threatened to discipline students who didn't show, he would have definitely skipped the damn class. Instead, he'd treated himself to a weed infused brownie. If he had to be an unwilling member of class, he'd be doing it stoned. If this professor tried prying into his past, he'd need to be chilled the fuck out enough to answer without biting the mans head off.
He strolled into the room and scanned the faces in the seats, landing on his friends smack bang in the middle. Typical. He slid into the other seat next to shiloh and dumped his bag on the floor. "This is horseshit." He grumbled, slouching down into his seat to get comfortable. "If we have to sit here and listen to people talk about their feelings, at least we get something pretty to look at." His eyes lifted to the man at the top of the room, checking him out. Maybe the class wouldn't be so bad after all. "hopefully his voice matches his face." If he was a droner, Mal would be out for the count in minutes.
Tonight was turning out to be one of the worst nights he had this year, and he'd had a few. He hadn't even wanted to go out drinking tonight which for him was rare; he had already been out the night before and had plans to go out on the Saturday, his liver could have done with the break plus he'd had a long day at work. All he'd wanted to do was get to the dorms, fall into bed with a heavy joint and eat the contents of his snack cupboard. Unfortunately for him, the infamous blonde down the hall had other plans - dragging him out of his bed to go for a drink. Third choice as well, how rude.
They'd gotten to the club, which was busier than usual, even for a Friday night and it was an effort to even move through the place, nevermind the bar. He'd stared down enough people to let Shiloh elbow her way to the bar while he waited near the dance floor. Mal had patiently been waiting for his drink when a group of drunken lads had come stumbling past, knocking into him. He'd shoved them back, telling them to watch where they're going and one had decided to be ballsy and square off to him. Malachai clocked him in the jaw with his right first and the rest of the clowns had pounced on him. He'd managed to shove most of them out of the way when he felt himself being dragged sideways as one of them grabbed onto him for balance, causing him to stumble down the step from the bar area to the dance floor. He landed awkwardly on his ankle and felt it give way even more from the pressure of the other guy's foot standing on it as he tried to save himself. He felt something snap and grimaced in pain, refusing to cry out in pain in a crowd of people.
Shi came over with the drinks at the same time as the bouncers began kicking them out. "Hospital." He was in too much pain to hear what she'd said as she hustled him into her car, driving him to the dreaded place. "Are you going to make me drag you out or are you going to quit being a baby?" He stared at the building out of the window and huffed. He wasn't drunk enough to be there. "I don't need to. I'm fine, it's just a sprain." He said, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his foot and the sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
NICKNAME: mal, asshole - courtesy of dani GENDER: male AGE: twenty three D.O.B: 23rd september SEXUALITY: bi-sexual RELATIONSHIP STATUS: forever alone HOMETOWN: willow bridge city HAIR: brown EYES: brown HEIGHT: 6ft2 PLAY-BY: francisco lachowksi
PERSONALITY/LIKES/DISLIKES
malachai is a manipulator. he uses people for his own gain because its fun. he doesn't care about anyone else's feelings unless you're one of his rare friends which he is quite selective about. he is very charming and can make friends easily usually in order to manipulate or exploit them - on rare occasions he may actually just enjoy the persons company. he is a big flirt and loves making girls and guys fall for him - enjoying the carnage of breaking their hearts by moving on to someone else. kai hates relationships, he's forgotten how to love/let people in and doesn't see the point of even trying to. he prefers to sleep around. he doesn't know the meaning of the word commitment and if he is seeing someone, he's most likely sleeping with somebody else at the same time. when it comes to brains, kai is pretty smart, he is a quick thinker, a terrific liar and can be quite cunning but his downfall is his short temper which can cause him to be volatile if you get on the wrong side of him. he is a loyal person when it comes to his friends, although it takes a lot to become one. he's fearless in the sense where he doesn't care about the outcome of any of his actions, even the extremely bad ones.
LIKES: manipulating people guys and girls - guys more than girls sleeping around arguing fighting alcohol drugs being alone crisp milkshakes sarcasm DISLIKES: emotional people love relationships his mother bugs people who get easily attached brussel sprouts public transport ignorant people being ill horses STRENGTHS: manipulating people drawing finding peoples weaknesses WEAKNESSES: his parents attractive people his temper FEARS: actually loving someone dying young SECRETS: killed his mums boyfriend after she overdosed HABITS: cracks his knuckles when he's bored pisses people off for fun
FATHER: liam matthew zeklos; deceased MOTHER: heather elena zeklos; deceased OTHER HALF: forever alone SIBLINGS: none CHILDREN: none FRIENDS: shiloh jensen, deimos salvadore, alisha donovan, jack o'hara, theia redfern, danielle hart
malachai was born on a sunny september afternoon. he wasn't planned, but his parents had been happy when they found out about him. he'd apparently been a good baby, he barely cried and never made a fuss. not long after his fifth birthday, his father died suddenly. he'd been in a car crash a few days before and a blood clot in his leg had gone straight to his heart. his mother hit rock bottom after his dad died. she loathed malachai. somehow blamed him for her husbands death. sure, liam had been on his way to pick kai up from a play date when he crashed, but how could she blame a five year old for that. growing up, mal's mum never loved him and she openly blamed him. in time he started to believe her words. he had killed his father. so why would she even try to love him. as he got older, kai didn't know how to love either - he hadn't learnt how. one emotion he did have was anger and he had a lot of it, just sitting there, building up inside. when he was eleven, maybe twelve, his mum got hooked on heroin and started bringing home strange random men to pay for her habits. he didn't exactly care for his mother, but he hated how desperate she'd become just to get a fix but he got used to it. it was a daily part of his life.
his mums habits started to get expensive and her 'job' couldn't quite cover the cost. of course she came up with a brilliant idea. send the fourteen year old pest living rent free and eating half the food to go work off her debt. did kai have a say in it - obviously not. his jobs where small at first, just delivering a few packages before or after school until he'd paid off his mums debt. wanting the extra cash, he then began to deal to the kids at school. he hated his mum even more after that. she'd corrupted him and he couldn't stand to be around her. unfortunately someone else could. she'd found herself a drug addict boyfriend. he hated being at the house so he started staying out late, going to parties to drink away the mess of his home life. these parties were where he started to sleep around, with both girls and guys. he wasn't fussy. he didn't form emotional bonds with anyone. he was incapable of love, but it was easy to pretend he could. he liked using people and especially enjoyed making people fall for him only to break their hearts by moving onto the next person. cruel maybe, but it was fun.
when he was nineteen, he came home to find his mother passed out on her bed after taking an overdose. mal went to do the usual routine of placing her in the recovery position until she came around but found he was too late, she'd already gone. she'd tried to kick it a number of times in the past three years but when she still had an addict for a boyfriend, it didn't work out so well. it had been her boyfriend who had always got her hooked back on it. he was just lying there, none the wiser next to his mother's lifeless body. this asshole had killed his mother. he didn't have a whole lot of love for the woman but something inside him snapped and all he saw was red. he lunged at the waste of space, throwing fists until he the wave of anger subsided. malachai felt no remorse or guilt for what he'd done to the guy. in his eyes, he'd deserved it. not wanting to stick around to face the consequences, he packed his stuff and moved to the town over the bridge. he couldn't stay in the city but he couldn't move too far as he had too many connections in the area. he thought the police would come looking for him eventually after learning the guy had died from his injuries but they didn't. there hadn't been enough evidence and just put it down to the guy owing drug money to his dealers. with no money or a place to live, he got whatever job he could and applied to the university, moving into a dorm when he was accepted.
