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Official RidgeRunner Storyline Art.

Featuring:
Sydney Brannon
Jarin Jackson on (or was on) 989 WRR Shifty Business
Tristan Ennerstone on 962 WRR Kastell's Abalone

Follows closely after:

4am and Sydney ’s eyes were opened. He sighed heavily, rubbing the booze-induced tiredness from his eyes. He nonchalantly clapped Jarin on the back and sighed heavily, “Wake the fuck up, Jarin.”
For the first time ever, Jarin propped himself up right away, resting his elbows on Sydney’s bare chest, “Sydney, why would someone just stop liking someone if they liked each other a lot before?”
Sydney scowled. For one, Jarin actually woke up right away. He didn't have to toss him across the room. And secondly, why the hell was he asking a weird ass question first thing in the morning? “What?”
Jarin peeled himself off Sydney and sat up, “Like, if two people really liked each other so much that they would get married…why would they just…not...anymore?”
Sydney wasn't awake enough for this shit. What the hell was he going on about? Marriage? Sydney didn't like it. He scowled harder, “I'd say it's none of your fuckin' business what goes on between two other people. Now get movin’.” He gave him a shove out of his way.
Maybe he should just stop thinking about it then... Even Tristan had said the same thing. ‘ Just. Don't Bother, Jarin.’ Ever since Tristan broke things off with his ex-fiance and came to work for RidgeRunner instead, Jarin’s heart just couldn’t find peace while he knew Tristan had to be so terribly upset. It was something Jarin never had any exposure to. It would be like if he just up and decided to never speak to Sydney again. Why would he ever want to do that? Sure, they had their arguments but that was largely on Jarin's part, or so he thought. He sighed and got off Sydney before he caused another argument. Speaking of which…
Jarin pulled on a pair of jods, instead of jeans, for once. He had promised to start riding dressage with Tristan again after he saw the atrocious state he had let Abe get to. But Tristan and Sydney absolutely despised each other. It was practically taboo to speak their names around each other. How to go about this? “Hey, Sydney, I'm going to uh…do some riding on my own this morning if that's okay.”
Sydney pulled on his own clothes, “Doin' that English shit?”
Jarin paused for a moment, “Well, yea, actually.”
Sydney sighed, shaking his head. “Whatever.” What a waste of time. But it wasn’t like Sydney actually cared what Jarin did on his own time anymore. He cared very little about Jarin’s future in the equine industry.

Jarin was at the stables by 6:30 and couldn't hold still. He paced in front of Abe's stall for what felt like forever. He couldn't take it. The waiting was killing him. He needed to know if he was going to be able to pull this off. He set out for the small outdoor to warm up and start to pull from what he remembered. How was he supposed to make it look like he hadn’t taken months off from dressage completely!? His heart picked up pace. Tristan would know. He'd be able to see it right away. There was no hiding the facts. But he had to show effort and keep trying!
The clock ticked 8am.
Jarin shrieked and hauled ass to the indoor arena, kicking Abe on into a mighty gallop! Unfortunately, his reining riding came out when he asked Abe to halt by sitting deep and shifting his legs forward to cue the release stop. And certainly Abe squatted away from Jarin's seat and halted. He bounced right back up like a gymnast after a dismount. Jarin swore in his head. He did not mean to do that in front of Tristan.
He hung his head a little with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, over-cued a bit. Uhm…good morning!”
Tristan sat atop his deep bay stallion, Shifty , looking rather unimpressed with whatever the hell that stop had been; the anti-christ of what would be expected in a dressage ring. “Morning,” he replied flatly. His expression hardened just a touch, “You’ve clearly taken several steps backwards. Your cues are rusty and were you to be on a less experienced horse than Abe, it would really show. And whatever the hell that was, when you tried to stop, I want you to eradicate that from your memory.”
In truth, he’d expected Jarin to bring out Abe.
Tristan dismounted from Shifty, leading him over to Jarin. “This is Shifty. I’ve no doubt he will serve well as a dressage mount for you. I will be riding Abe, and you will be riding Shifty here.”
“Huh?” Jarin looked like a fish smacked stupid. The second he opened his mouth to make some excuse why he shouldn’t ride Shifty he was shot down with a glare that he knew very well not to test. “O-okay! No problem!” He stepped off Abe and traded horses.
This was all part of getting Abe back to fitness and keeping Jarin from relying on Abe to make up for his lack of experience. If Jarin gave an incorrect cue on Shifty, he would offer up whatever it was that that cue had asked him to do… or he would buck and baulk.
“Now,” Tristan said curtly while dropping the stirrups on Abe a considerable amount, “Get warming up on him, I want to see you work through each of the gaits and I expect you to do it like a dressage rider. Back straight, taut reins, but don’t drag on his mouth. Trust the horse and he will trust you.”
Jarin looked at Shifty and couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread before climbing up into the saddle on a horse he didn’t know while he was supposed to pretend he could still ride at a decent level of dressage. He sighed and forced himself to settle down before he gave Shifty the wrong idea. That was one thing months of western riding taught him: settle down and take it easy. Not be lazy. But be calm and attentive. It was a discipline for long hours in the saddle. There was no need for such excitement until the very second it was needed like cutting a cow or launching into a rollback.
‘Trust the horse and he will trust you.’
Jarin certainly trusted that if Tristan thought highly of the horse, so should he. It was a good thing he had been swapped around on multiple horses so he knew a thing or two about getting a feel for a new mount under him. He took it slow, getting to know Shifty. He was sensitive, for sure.
Tristan was keeping a sharp eye on Jarin, assessing his capabilities. “A little more impulsion please, Jarin. He’s practically dragging his feet along the ground, it’s nice to see that you’re both relaxing, but please remember you’re working him, not going on a trail ride. If you offer him energy, he’ll take it and show it in his movement, if you treat him like a plodder, he will be a plodder.” And that was exactly why Tristan had picked him for Jarin.
Jarin tightened his grip on Shifty’s reins. More impulsion? He’d get more impulsion. He moved his trot out, driving him on with his seat. Feeling much more excited, Jarin pushed on for more. To really drive him forward with passion! He wanted him to swing and throw his legs forward like they were free from all binds. It was so powerful on such a big horse like Shifty! He felt like he could own the arena just from that alone. He’d impress Tristan no matter what!
Tristan was on the verge of offering up a grin, seeing what he was doing, and he watched as Jarin finally got Shifty to open up into some decent extension, and then he took it a step further, and Tristan’s eyes actually lit up. There! That was some of the old training! That was what he was looking for from Jarin. “Good…”
Just as Jarin was going to look over and see what Tristan thought of his extended trot, just seeing how tired Tristan really looked… did he even get any sleep? How could he when he was left all alone?
“Just. Don’t bother, Jarin.”
Those words rang in his ears and effectively decimated any of the confidence Jarin had been feeling. He shut down. The forward drive was gone. Jarin checked out. The trot fizzled out to something that was just barely able to be called a trot by technical definitions. Jarin was locked up. Don’t bother? But…he wanted this. But…could he have it? Why was this so hard to understand? He just wanted to show his enthusiasm for the lifestyle. But every turn he made seemed to lead to another blocked entry he didn’t know about. He just wanted...to ..ride…
Well… Tristan was about to praise him for actually doing something right, when he saw his trot die before his eyes, effectively turning Shifty into a donkey. Tristan arched and eyebrow, cantering Abe over to him, “What the hell, Jarin? What happened?” Tristan questioned him, furrowing his eyebrows a little. “You were going so well, and then you just gave up with him?” Tristan murmured, curious as to what the hell Jarin’s reasoning was.
“I-I just…” Didn’t want to disappoint him again. “Just…” Felt a strain in his heart that he was next in line to cause him grief. His lip trembled just ever so slightly while he stared at the ground. He couldn’t just quit, though. He promised he wouldn’t. “Sorry, I’ll just try again!” he offered up, putting a smile back on. For Christ’s sake, he had to keep his focus. He could do this. He would not waste Tristan’s time!
He worked Shifty back up to pace, cantering a nice circle and let him stretch out down the rail, really letting those movements flow and sweep. Again, it felt so nice being on such a powerful horse that could move out. Jarin even smiled a little. He even went for a few flying lead changes as he collected back up and came down the center line! Jarin felt himself settling in again and feel relaxed. So long as he kept his mind’s voice locked away, it wasn’t so bad!
He did just so happen to catch a glance of the bustle outside of the arena as people were starting to show up for riding and chores. He really only caught the glimpse of someone frowning quite intensely. What a shame so early in the morning. Bet their attitude would change if they rode a cool horse like Shifty!
Oh, it was Sydney! It was just Jarin’s instinct to look over and smile at him. Oh, wait…he was the one glaring…
There went the life in Shifty’s canter. In fact, he went sideways suddenly as Jarin tensed up. He knew that look. He knew it very well. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong! And Jarin had a feeling it was what he was sat on and who he was sat close to.
Sydney’s glare bounced off Tristan for a fraction of a second before weighing down on Jarin again. Word about Tristan coming to work at RidgeRunner finally burned Sydney’s ears. He hadn’t forgotten his vow to pummel his face in either. That already put him in a sour mood. And who was about to get their face added to the pummel list? Mr. ‘Go Ride On My Own’ who was not only playing ride-along with scum but on that asshole’s horse too. Like a dirty fucking secret.
Jennie came out of her office to greet Sydney, “Hey, Sydney, I have those new horses pulled up on the computer for you to come look at!”
Sydney remained bristled, eerily quiet and crossing his arms. Jarin knew very well he was in deep shit. He didn’t expect Sydney to come up to the main office! He should be in the roundpen or the outdoor arena. It wasn’t like he was hiding from him! He would have found out about Tristan being there anyway but he certainly hadn’t expected to be on one of Tristan’s horses.
Shifty caught wind of Jarin’s panic on top of him. He didn’t know what any of the sudden clenching meant! Why was his rider so spooked!? Monsters!? He gave a little squeal, a hop, skip, and buck in frustration and fear since Jarin seemed to be quite afraid of the big angry looking man. Jarin was not at all ready to follow along with Shifty and was pitched to the ground in an instant.
“Oh, Jarin are you alright!?” Jennie voiced her concern.
Tristan had just glanced up to see a pretty decent, floaty canter turn into death… and then just to top it off, Shifty skittered sideways a mile just as Tristan watched Jarin tense up considerably. “What the…?”He glanced out of the ring to where Jarin was staring, and his gaze immediately darkened. Of course, it was Sydney. Of fucking course. As if the giant ball of muscle and no brain couldn’t have fucked off back to Texas by now! He let out a sigh of annoyance as Sydney briefly glared at him before returning his gaze to Jarin.
What was his big problem with Jarin anyway?!
Sydney smirked, meeting Tristan’s glare and set his jaw firmly. He thought it was righteous justice to fuck up anything Tristan thought he had a grasp on. And it was only the beginning. He turned and headed for Jennie’s office, satisfied with his meddling.
Tristan rolled his eyes and gave a sigh, trotting Abe over. “Nothing broken I presume? Come on then, get back onto Shifty,” he said with a slight grumble added on at the end. “You don’t need to get all flinchy around that hick, you know. He’s under contract here too,” he pointed out “Just ignore him, hopefully he’ll find it in his tiny brain to get the fuck over the fact that he doesn’t know how to ride.” Tristan gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. “Now, go ahead, take Shifty for another canter around the outside of the arena, work with him, and then we can start nitpicking. Alright?”

tldr; Sydney's mad, Tristan's sad, and Jarin's just trying not to be bad.

(2380 word count)
look.
words needed to be said, ok

Circus Animal <---- Previous || Next ---> Sacrifice

Took a break from any kind of stressful show entries to just poke along story art! Thought, oh, I'll give myself LOOOOADS of time! Turns out, I'm like a liquid and just fill whatever space I give myself. So I worked on this way longer than necessary xD So much for churning out lots of story arts! Not to mention this meant I needed to actually draw my own main stable...which I've done roughly in the past. So it was time for a facelift since my goals and aspirations for the place have changed since! (And they'll probably change again). So that meant making decisions and decisions are hard. So I struggled more with choosing what the arena should look like than anything else xD And, I'm still not 100% on it but it's not like anyone else is going to draw it so...it's just in indefinite reconstruction!

ERMIGERD THO! We're like 20 pages in! (out of like 40000 but its a start...) and I'm so excited! FINALLY! THE BOYS ARE ALL HERE! >: D United in the most unfavorable of circumstances! If it wasn't said enough before in the text, Tristan and Sydney have previous history around each other and it never has gone well. They really didn't hit it off. And they really didn't expect to ever have to work at the same facility. Fate *cough* said otherwise.
Jarin is just casually trying to bring peace among the nations :'''D

Sydney/Jarin/Abe/Jennie/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/Shifty/RP words © Saoradh
No specific refs used (countless arenas drooled over in search for inspiration)

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

Official RidgeRunner Storyline Art.

Featuring:
Sydney Brannon
Jarin Jackson on (or was on) 989 WRR Shifty Business
Tristan Ennerstone on 962 WRR Kastell's Abalone

Follows closely after:

4am and Sydney ’s eyes were opened. He sighed heavily, rubbing the booze-induced tiredness from his eyes. He nonchalantly clapped Jarin on the back and sighed heavily, “Wake the fuck up, Jarin.”
For the first time ever, Jarin propped himself up right away, resting his elbows on Sydney’s bare chest, “Sydney, why would someone just stop liking someone if they liked each other a lot before?”
Sydney scowled. For one, Jarin actually woke up right away. He didn't have to toss him across the room. And secondly, why the hell was he asking a weird ass question first thing in the morning? “What?”
Jarin peeled himself off Sydney and sat up, “Like, if two people really liked each other so much that they would get married…why would they just…not...anymore?”
Sydney wasn't awake enough for this shit. What the hell was he going on about? Marriage? Sydney didn't like it. He scowled harder, “I'd say it's none of your fuckin' business what goes on between two other people. Now get movin’.” He gave him a shove out of his way.
Maybe he should just stop thinking about it then... Even Tristan had said the same thing. ‘ Just. Don't Bother, Jarin.’ Ever since Tristan broke things off with his ex-fiance and came to work for RidgeRunner instead, Jarin’s heart just couldn’t find peace while he knew Tristan had to be so terribly upset. It was something Jarin never had any exposure to. It would be like if he just up and decided to never speak to Sydney again. Why would he ever want to do that? Sure, they had their arguments but that was largely on Jarin's part, or so he thought. He sighed and got off Sydney before he caused another argument. Speaking of which…
Jarin pulled on a pair of jods, instead of jeans, for once. He had promised to start riding dressage with Tristan again after he saw the atrocious state he had let Abe get to. But Tristan and Sydney absolutely despised each other. It was practically taboo to speak their names around each other. How to go about this? “Hey, Sydney, I'm going to uh…do some riding on my own this morning if that's okay.”
Sydney pulled on his own clothes, “Doin' that English shit?”
Jarin paused for a moment, “Well, yea, actually.”
Sydney sighed, shaking his head. “Whatever.” What a waste of time. But it wasn’t like Sydney actually cared what Jarin did on his own time anymore. He cared very little about Jarin’s future in the equine industry.

Jarin was at the stables by 6:30 and couldn't hold still. He paced in front of Abe's stall for what felt like forever. He couldn't take it. The waiting was killing him. He needed to know if he was going to be able to pull this off. He set out for the small outdoor to warm up and start to pull from what he remembered. How was he supposed to make it look like he hadn’t taken months off from dressage completely!? His heart picked up pace. Tristan would know. He'd be able to see it right away. There was no hiding the facts. But he had to show effort and keep trying!
The clock ticked 8am.
Jarin shrieked and hauled ass to the indoor arena, kicking Abe on into a mighty gallop! Unfortunately, his reining riding came out when he asked Abe to halt by sitting deep and shifting his legs forward to cue the release stop. And certainly Abe squatted away from Jarin's seat and halted. He bounced right back up like a gymnast after a dismount. Jarin swore in his head. He did not mean to do that in front of Tristan.
He hung his head a little with a sheepish smile, “Sorry, over-cued a bit. Uhm…good morning!”
Tristan sat atop his deep bay stallion, Shifty , looking rather unimpressed with whatever the hell that stop had been; the anti-christ of what would be expected in a dressage ring. “Morning,” he replied flatly. His expression hardened just a touch, “You’ve clearly taken several steps backwards. Your cues are rusty and were you to be on a less experienced horse than Abe, it would really show. And whatever the hell that was, when you tried to stop, I want you to eradicate that from your memory.”
In truth, he’d expected Jarin to bring out Abe.
Tristan dismounted from Shifty, leading him over to Jarin. “This is Shifty. I’ve no doubt he will serve well as a dressage mount for you. I will be riding Abe, and you will be riding Shifty here.”
“Huh?” Jarin looked like a fish smacked stupid. The second he opened his mouth to make some excuse why he shouldn’t ride Shifty he was shot down with a glare that he knew very well not to test. “O-okay! No problem!” He stepped off Abe and traded horses.
This was all part of getting Abe back to fitness and keeping Jarin from relying on Abe to make up for his lack of experience. If Jarin gave an incorrect cue on Shifty, he would offer up whatever it was that that cue had asked him to do… or he would buck and baulk.
“Now,” Tristan said curtly while dropping the stirrups on Abe a considerable amount, “Get warming up on him, I want to see you work through each of the gaits and I expect you to do it like a dressage rider. Back straight, taut reins, but don’t drag on his mouth. Trust the horse and he will trust you.”
Jarin looked at Shifty and couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread before climbing up into the saddle on a horse he didn’t know while he was supposed to pretend he could still ride at a decent level of dressage. He sighed and forced himself to settle down before he gave Shifty the wrong idea. That was one thing months of western riding taught him: settle down and take it easy. Not be lazy. But be calm and attentive. It was a discipline for long hours in the saddle. There was no need for such excitement until the very second it was needed like cutting a cow or launching into a rollback.
‘Trust the horse and he will trust you.’
Jarin certainly trusted that if Tristan thought highly of the horse, so should he. It was a good thing he had been swapped around on multiple horses so he knew a thing or two about getting a feel for a new mount under him. He took it slow, getting to know Shifty. He was sensitive, for sure.
Tristan was keeping a sharp eye on Jarin, assessing his capabilities. “A little more impulsion please, Jarin. He’s practically dragging his feet along the ground, it’s nice to see that you’re both relaxing, but please remember you’re working him, not going on a trail ride. If you offer him energy, he’ll take it and show it in his movement, if you treat him like a plodder, he will be a plodder.” And that was exactly why Tristan had picked him for Jarin.
Jarin tightened his grip on Shifty’s reins. More impulsion? He’d get more impulsion. He moved his trot out, driving him on with his seat. Feeling much more excited, Jarin pushed on for more. To really drive him forward with passion! He wanted him to swing and throw his legs forward like they were free from all binds. It was so powerful on such a big horse like Shifty! He felt like he could own the arena just from that alone. He’d impress Tristan no matter what!
Tristan was on the verge of offering up a grin, seeing what he was doing, and he watched as Jarin finally got Shifty to open up into some decent extension, and then he took it a step further, and Tristan’s eyes actually lit up. There! That was some of the old training! That was what he was looking for from Jarin. “Good…”
Just as Jarin was going to look over and see what Tristan thought of his extended trot, just seeing how tired Tristan really looked… did he even get any sleep? How could he when he was left all alone?
“Just. Don’t bother, Jarin.”
Those words rang in his ears and effectively decimated any of the confidence Jarin had been feeling. He shut down. The forward drive was gone. Jarin checked out. The trot fizzled out to something that was just barely able to be called a trot by technical definitions. Jarin was locked up. Don’t bother? But…he wanted this. But…could he have it? Why was this so hard to understand? He just wanted to show his enthusiasm for the lifestyle. But every turn he made seemed to lead to another blocked entry he didn’t know about. He just wanted...to ..ride…
Well… Tristan was about to praise him for actually doing something right, when he saw his trot die before his eyes, effectively turning Shifty into a donkey. Tristan arched and eyebrow, cantering Abe over to him, “What the hell, Jarin? What happened?” Tristan questioned him, furrowing his eyebrows a little. “You were going so well, and then you just gave up with him?” Tristan murmured, curious as to what the hell Jarin’s reasoning was.
“I-I just…” Didn’t want to disappoint him again. “Just…” Felt a strain in his heart that he was next in line to cause him grief. His lip trembled just ever so slightly while he stared at the ground. He couldn’t just quit, though. He promised he wouldn’t. “Sorry, I’ll just try again!” he offered up, putting a smile back on. For Christ’s sake, he had to keep his focus. He could do this. He would not waste Tristan’s time!
He worked Shifty back up to pace, cantering a nice circle and let him stretch out down the rail, really letting those movements flow and sweep. Again, it felt so nice being on such a powerful horse that could move out. Jarin even smiled a little. He even went for a few flying lead changes as he collected back up and came down the center line! Jarin felt himself settling in again and feel relaxed. So long as he kept his mind’s voice locked away, it wasn’t so bad!
He did just so happen to catch a glance of the bustle outside of the arena as people were starting to show up for riding and chores. He really only caught the glimpse of someone frowning quite intensely. What a shame so early in the morning. Bet their attitude would change if they rode a cool horse like Shifty!
Oh, it was Sydney! It was just Jarin’s instinct to look over and smile at him. Oh, wait…he was the one glaring…
There went the life in Shifty’s canter. In fact, he went sideways suddenly as Jarin tensed up. He knew that look. He knew it very well. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong! And Jarin had a feeling it was what he was sat on and who he was sat close to.
Sydney’s glare bounced off Tristan for a fraction of a second before weighing down on Jarin again. Word about Tristan coming to work at RidgeRunner finally burned Sydney’s ears. He hadn’t forgotten his vow to pummel his face in either. That already put him in a sour mood. And who was about to get their face added to the pummel list? Mr. ‘Go Ride On My Own’ who was not only playing ride-along with scum but on that asshole’s horse too. Like a dirty fucking secret.
Jennie came out of her office to greet Sydney, “Hey, Sydney, I have those new horses pulled up on the computer for you to come look at!”
Sydney remained bristled, eerily quiet and crossing his arms. Jarin knew very well he was in deep shit. He didn’t expect Sydney to come up to the main office! He should be in the roundpen or the outdoor arena. It wasn’t like he was hiding from him! He would have found out about Tristan being there anyway but he certainly hadn’t expected to be on one of Tristan’s horses.
Shifty caught wind of Jarin’s panic on top of him. He didn’t know what any of the sudden clenching meant! Why was his rider so spooked!? Monsters!? He gave a little squeal, a hop, skip, and buck in frustration and fear since Jarin seemed to be quite afraid of the big angry looking man. Jarin was not at all ready to follow along with Shifty and was pitched to the ground in an instant.
“Oh, Jarin are you alright!?” Jennie voiced her concern.
Tristan had just glanced up to see a pretty decent, floaty canter turn into death… and then just to top it off, Shifty skittered sideways a mile just as Tristan watched Jarin tense up considerably. “What the…?”He glanced out of the ring to where Jarin was staring, and his gaze immediately darkened. Of course, it was Sydney. Of fucking course. As if the giant ball of muscle and no brain couldn’t have fucked off back to Texas by now! He let out a sigh of annoyance as Sydney briefly glared at him before returning his gaze to Jarin.
What was his big problem with Jarin anyway?!
Sydney smirked, meeting Tristan’s glare and set his jaw firmly. He thought it was righteous justice to fuck up anything Tristan thought he had a grasp on. And it was only the beginning. He turned and headed for Jennie’s office, satisfied with his meddling.
Tristan rolled his eyes and gave a sigh, trotting Abe over. “Nothing broken I presume? Come on then, get back onto Shifty,” he said with a slight grumble added on at the end. “You don’t need to get all flinchy around that hick, you know. He’s under contract here too,” he pointed out “Just ignore him, hopefully he’ll find it in his tiny brain to get the fuck over the fact that he doesn’t know how to ride.” Tristan gave a soft chuckle and a shake of his head. “Now, go ahead, take Shifty for another canter around the outside of the arena, work with him, and then we can start nitpicking. Alright?”

tldr; Sydney's mad, Tristan's sad, and Jarin's just trying not to be bad.

(2380 word count)
look.
words needed to be said, ok

Circus Animal <---- Previous || Next ---> Sacrifice

Took a break from any kind of stressful show entries to just poke along story art! Thought, oh, I'll give myself LOOOOADS of time! Turns out, I'm like a liquid and just fill whatever space I give myself. So I worked on this way longer than necessary xD So much for churning out lots of story arts! Not to mention this meant I needed to actually draw my own main stable...which I've done roughly in the past. So it was time for a facelift since my goals and aspirations for the place have changed since! (And they'll probably change again). So that meant making decisions and decisions are hard. So I struggled more with choosing what the arena should look like than anything else xD And, I'm still not 100% on it but it's not like anyone else is going to draw it so...it's just in indefinite reconstruction!

ERMIGERD THO! We're like 20 pages in! (out of like 40000 but its a start...) and I'm so excited! FINALLY! THE BOYS ARE ALL HERE! >: D United in the most unfavorable of circumstances! If it wasn't said enough before in the text, Tristan and Sydney have previous history around each other and it never has gone well. They really didn't hit it off. And they really didn't expect to ever have to work at the same facility. Fate *cough* said otherwise.
Jarin is just casually trying to bring peace among the nations :'''D

Sydney/Jarin/Abe/Jennie/Art © Drasayer
Tristan/Shifty/RP words © Saoradh
No specific refs used (countless arenas drooled over in search for inspiration)

SAI/Photoshop CS6