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Gwyneth Alexander Crusoe

“I take it you let yourself believe you drive people away with your winning personality, not your face, right?”

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a character in “Shady Oak Stable”, as played by DeliriousFTW

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Given Name: Gwyneth Alexander Crusoe
Nickname: Gwyn
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen
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Position: Boarder
Personality: Meet Gwyneth, sarcasm-efficient and bitch-extraordinaire. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, every single time something is brought up. She will ‘forgive’ you of your mistakes, but they will always be thrown in your face five minutes later. Found commonly among teenage girls is a drive to be accepted by everyone. And on her surface layer Gwyneth will put off the vibe she doesn’t give a shit if you like her because in her mind you are temporary. She wasn’t raised under the teaching ‘people are disposable,’ but she certainly tries to live by it. But she is hurting, just like everyone else. She longs to be accepted, but is unsure of the way to accomplish this task. Instead her frustration turns to anger and sarcasm and she tells herself no one will remember her if she doesn’t make a name for herself now. And not just her family name.
History: Gwyneth was born to a mother of sixteen and a father who was never around. She learned that in life you make your own way, people won’t pave it for you. At least that is how her mother acted until Gwyneth was four. She was then abandoned after a church service. Her mother was never found, as she never introduced herself on the single day she attended church in her life.
Gwyneth didn’t talk much after that. She was in and out of foster care for the next couple of years. At age seven she was adopted by a couple who had tried to conceive and couldn’t. She then took on the middle name Alexander and the last name Crusoe. Her adoptive family was a very well off family, with a well-known name around that town. Her father owned a chain of hotels extending from Washington State to Florida and up to Maine and back to California, the entire US. Her social status therein took a radical leap and she was whisked from location to location. She had the finest educational tutors and the top riding instructors.
Unlike most young adults, Gwyneth is still supported by her parents’ money. She has never been worried about the next meal or where the next month’s board would come from. On the 30th of every month a lump of money is transferred into her bank account by her father. From there she determines what will be done with it, and usually it is spent on clothing or new tack. She has never struggled, which may be where her snootiness stems.
Dating: Likely…
Married: You realize I’m eighteen…
Appearance: Gwyneth never considered herself attractive, but from her flowing blonde tresses to her stormy-grey sky eyes she is clearly an attractive person. It just happens to be, like everyone in the world, she has her doubts and her insecurities. Having been riding horses since her early years, Gwyn’s body weight has been consistently healthy at 130, and she stand just at 5’6. She isn’t curvy, like some of the other girls, but she isn’t a stick either, she does know what food is. Most often she can be seen in a t-shirt, sometimes a polo, and a pair of breeches. She has never been one to ‘wear’ her money. Instead she likes her horse to.

Accompanying Horse

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Show Name: Show Robber, Heart Stopper
Barn Name: Bandit
Gender: Gelding
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: Eight
Discipline: Dressage and Jumping
Personality: Bandit is a very laid-back horse, compared to his rider. He and Gwyneth lack every comparable trait with each other. But oddly enough they make quite the pair. He has carried her to more than a few championships. That is due in part to his quiet demeanor not translating to the show ring. He is quite the stunner, and he knows it when he is prancing about in the ring. He was over-looked by many for that exact reason. They didn’t want to take the chance his lax attitude in training would ruin his chance for winning.
History: Born into an upscale racing community, Bandit never quite cut it. He didn’t care much for the race, or to run, or gallop, or canter for that matter. It wasn’t that he was slow, he simply knew it wasn’t the life for him. And he simply stopped running one day, to the astonishment of his trainers, owners, and his rider. He was supposed to be the next Seabiscuit or Secretariat. But that was the exact opposite of what he wanted, but luckily he had an excellent pedigree and wasn’t tossed aside like so many other failed racers. He was sold and trained in dressage and jumping, soaring was what he wanted after all. But his lack of determination in training in turn made many potential buyers over-look this darling horse. Then along came Gwyneth and the two were inseparable from the beginning. They have been riding together ever since.
Appearance: There isn’t much to Bandit’s coat, except that it is flea-bitten grey. He sports two grey to black stocking on his front legs and his back legs have a pair of short black socks. He stands an astonishing 17 hands, which makes Gwyneth look dwarf-like next to him. His mane and tail are the required gray, with strokes of black painted in. He is quite the large horse, but is a baby when it comes to people. He is quite the gentle giant, when he isn’t in the show ring. But with a solid foundation of training underneath his saddle and a rider who is driven to win, he is quite the decorated equine when it comes to award.

So begins...

Gwyneth Alexander Crusoe's Story

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Ali was sitting in her window seat in her bedroom, watching the sunrise over the stables. The roof of the old stable seemed to glow in the early sunlight, and she though of Sephey (her beloved horse) waking up the same way she was, with the sun in her eyes. Ali let out a contented sigh and stood from her perch, stretching her arms over her head. She had training for the opening competition today, and Ali wanted to impress whoever would be training her this year.

As Ali looked in her closet, she selected a pair of light skinny jeans, a long sleeved, pale yellow shirt, and a pair of grey converse. After pulling her hair into a braid, Ali descended the stairs to the main dining hall. She wasn't to hungry, but she knew if she didn't eat she had the possibility of passing out from the sun. Ali looked at her long sleeved shirt, then shrugged. If she sweated, that was more calories she lost, and more she could eat at dinner. The young lady decided on an apple and a few triangles of toast and some water for her breakfast.

Ali was just finishing her half of the apple (she'd give the other half to Sephey) when she came up on the stable, she saw Eden and Lex talking. "Morning," She said in her quiet, strongly British accent. She went to the last stall, the one she kept Persephone in, and held out the half apple for her. Ali wasn't one to talk much, but she needed to know if Lex would be training her again this year.

"Hey, Lex, am I continuing to train with you, or did you want me to bring in an outside trainer, since you have Logan and Gwen, too?" The girl pushed a loose piece of hair behind her ear. "Obviously, I'd love if you trained me again, since I did so well last year...but if you think you've got to much on your plate..." She let it hang there, going back to Persephone and stroking her nose. Ali looked back over to Lex, her eyes meeting his. "It's up to you," Ali said with a final shrug, working on Persephone's stall as she did every morning.

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Gwyn watched the gathering of Eden, Lex, and then Ali with little amusement. She had been at Shady Oaks for the past year now, and had yet to really make friends with either Ali or Eden. She had become slightly more social with Eden as of late, and had been known to talk to Lex a bit. But their encounters were always reserved to the horses or mainly about Lex. He was quiet, she had taken notice. But he was serious, and he was a good instructor.

She clipped in the feed bucket of Bandit’s and stroked the horse’s neck. She had recently taken a break from training, just for the week. After lessons every day for the past three months she figured it would do them both good for a break before the show season. She played with Bandit’s jawline as she listened in on the ongoing conversation. Herself, wondering if Lex would carry on with lessons for the three students and then also the group of youngsters he got every year.

Gwyn appreciated every Lex had done for the students. Although she never expressed it. Her attention turned to Ali. She and the girl, who had been here much longer then herself, never seemed to speak. Maybe it was the fact Gwyn held herself to a higher standard, or the ‘niceness’ of the younger girl never sat well with Gwyn. Gwyn was always one to assume the kind actions of others were always a ploy for them to get something. Although at this point she wasn’t willing to say anything to the girl, knowing Eden and Lex would have something to say about her pettiness.

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Lex looked down at the girl, Ali. A smile grew as he leaned back against the stall wall. “No, of course you will still be under my instruction. I wouldn’t let one of my star pupils be under the training of another! Why, when we compete this year I’m sure you will do superb and no one will take that credit of training you other then myself,” He said with much excitement. He had seem Ali rise to out preform a lot of the other riders. She, in his eyes, was an excellent student. His attention turned back to Eden for a moment, letting her know he still expected a response.

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Ali smiled brightly, wordlessly going back to Persephone. The young woman had been training under Lex since she came to the establishment she'd come to call home, and she really didn't want another trainer. Ali looked at Lex as a father figure, and it always made her incredibly happy when he told her she was his star, and he was proud of her. Ali lived for the moments when he would just sit and stare at her. Even when she excelled at things she and Persephone had never actually competed in, Lex would get this look of pure and utter pride and astonishment in his eyes. Ali adored Lex, and she knew he felt the same way for her.

She looked at Gwyn out of the corner of her eye. Ali couldn't understand why the older girl was never speaking to her, or was never nice to her. The British teen recalled one day in particular during the last season, when Gwyn had forgotten her riding boots at Shady Oak and they were at an out of state competition. Ali had competed in her converse so that the older girl (who was luckily the same shoe size) could wear her performance boots. Gwyn had never thanked Ali for this, and it kind of bothered the younger girl.

Ali sighed, looking around the barn. It was mostly clean, the stalls done and the horses fed. "Did you want me to go over to the new barn and take care of the lesson horses?" Ali asked Eden. Ali liked the lesson horses, and she tried to ride a few of them when she wasn't training with Persephone (which was hardly ever. Ali never took a break from training). Ali looked at Persephone, then Sterling. Maybe she would talk to Eden about breeding them after this season...

Ali looked out the window at the rising sun. It was nearly 8 a.m. by its position, and Ali knew that Lex would soon be busy with the first trickling paperwork of the youngsters (most were no younger than Ali, but she was almost professional by now) who would be coming in for summer lessons. Ali didn't like the kids who came for summer lessons, but she knew Eden got a lot of money from those kids, and she tried to be nice to most of them, but some were just stuck up, spoiled brats.

Ali looked at Gwyn. "Would you care to help me?" She asked gently, not wanting to insult the older girl. She knew Gwyn didn't like her (for what reason, she didn't know), but Ali thought it'd be easier on Lex and Eden if all the competitors got along this year. Last year, there was just to much drama.

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“If you don’t mind, that would be lovely,” Lex answered for Eden. Lex had spoken to Ali on more than one occasion about her past. He knew she, too, had a difficult one. But he admired that she didn’t let that alter how she approached her current situation. He wanted to open the doors for his pupils, but he didn’t want to just give it to them. He appreciated those that trained hard for everything they earned, and Ali was certainly one of them. He turned to look at Gwyn, who had clearly finished her caring of Bandit’s morning routine. “Why not,” He said to her, knowing the young girl would listen to him.

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She held back the scoff at Ali’s suggestion when Lex answered for her. “It would be my pleasure,” She groaned as she turned about to head over to the recently built barn. She sauntered out of the Old Barn, expecting Ali to be at her side at any second. Oddly enough, the suggestion to go take care of the lesson horses didn’t bother Gwyn much. She did enjoy the company of animals, it was the company of the younger girl she didn’t look forward to having.

Gwyn had never really interacted much with Ali. Sure the girl had given her the boots at the show the previous season, but she acted like that was world changing. Ali just didn’t understand the world wasn’t a loving place, but Gwyn also didn’t know Ali’s back story. She kicked the gravel with despise as the jealousy over the attention Ali received from Lex grew. Gwyn didn’t think Ali was that great of a rider, but apparently Lex saw it right away. Often she tried to respect her trainers, but sometimes she couldn’t help but think Lex was on something for even giving Ali the time of day.

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Ali looked at Gwyn. She'd always wanted to be friends with the girl, though Gwyn had never let her. Ali started down on the south end of the bar, by a horse she was used to riding in the time between when Ali had gotten Persephone and when Blizzard had died. As she worked on his stall (Logan had really been slacking on his chores) she went to glance at Gwyn more than once. Ali really couldn't understand what she'd ever done to the older girl, except try to be nice.

"Gwyn?" She asked, just barely taking a side glance at her. "Why...why do you hate me?" Ali asked, standing up fully and meeting her eyes. "What have I ever done to you?" Normally, Ali wouldn't deign to talk to someone who disliked her, but she had to know. The fact that Gwyn hated her really irritated the sixteen year old, and Ali didn't like being irritated

Ali looked out the window, uncomfortable under the glare of the older girl, and saw Logan. He was another person who irritated her. He was good looking, that Ali would admit, but he was so cocky! He tried to pay someone to do his work! Ali put hard work and personality way above good looks and equine abilities.

Ali dared to glance back at Gwyn, but the girl still hadn't moved or said anything. So, conceding defeat in this latest attempt, Ali went back to work. Ali must've spooked the horse, because he started to buck. Ali had to move fast to avoid his kicks, and she ended up jumping over the stall and landing on her ankle. "Ow! Shit!" She tested her weight on the ankle, and fell against the stable. "No...no no no! Not with training starting..." She muttered to herself.

Once again, Ali tested her weight. This time, she took a few steps before wincing. "At least it isn't broken..." She said with mild relief. Even if it was broken, Ali wasn't going to tell anyone. She would deal with it, like she dealt with her broken wrist last year. The wrist still gave her issues, but she never told anyone about her fall from a horse named Grace. Ali went back to work with a limp, but she didn't let it bother her. "Anyway, why do you hate me?" Ali questioned again after a few minutes of working and ignoring the pain in her ankle.

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Logan idled outside Spy's stall, toying with a bit of hay and watching as the thoroughbred gobbled down his late morning meal. He wasn't usually around the barn this early, and he now found himself in the sort of predicament that most lazy and/or entitled people run into whenever they are forced to stop being lazy/entitled. He was finished with his chores, but it was too late to return to the comfort of his bed to get the rest of his beauty sleep. At the same time, if he hung out around the barn, Eden or Lex were sure to find him more chores to do. What was a bored, slovenly teenager to do? Brighten the days of others, of course.

Well, that settled it. With the swagger of the extremely arrogant, Logan strode down the barn aisle and out into the spring air, the sun's golden rays lighting his face. He'd heard Ali and Gwyn exchange some talk of lesson horses and (ugh) more chores, and he set off in the direction of the New Barn. He had no intention of actually making himself useful, but Gwyn was always good for a laugh. Her haughty airs and turned-up nose almost made him homesick for the many preppy, wealthy boarding schools of his youth. Almost...but not quite. Pushing open the door with grandeur, Logan listened for the sound of blathering women folk and went from there. He found Gwyn and Ali a few doors down and walked up just in time to hear Ali say "Anyway, why do you hate me?" Well, what do you think of that? And here he was thinking it was going to be another boring morning of stable drudgery!

"Aw, don't take it personally, Ali," Logan said, propping his elbow up on the stall door and slouching against it, "Gwyn hates everybody, don't you, Gwyn? Stems from some sort of self-loathing, I think. Somebody wasn't hugged as a child." He smirked, raising his eyebrows in challenge. He looked back to Ali, his face suddenly gravely serious. "Whatever you do, don't look Medusa in the eye," he said, abruptly turning his back on the stall before giving her an impish grin over his shoulder. Logan had nick-named Gwyn Medusa shortly after meeting her, thinking it a proper fit for her dangerous temper and wild curls. There was an on-going battle of wit between the two of them (Gwyn providing the majority of the wit), and Logan delighted in their daily battles. She wasn't as easy to rile as some of the younger boarders, but when you got her going she was near impossible to stop.

"Quick, Ali, behind me!" Logan snatched a hoof pick from a grooming box outside the stall door and thrust it in Gwyn's direction. "Back, beast, back I say!" Thoroughly enjoying his own performance, Logan made a great show of parrying and thrusting...or at least what he thought parries and thrusts looked like.

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Gwyn heard the door swing open, the strut she heard she knew quite well. It didn’t surprise her in the least to see Logan appear, nor did she find it all that amusing. “Well look what the cat dragged in, I mean if there was a cat who loathed itself enough to touch the likes of you,” She fired back as Logan threw around the ‘nickname’ he gave her. She placed Oliver’s hoof back on the ground and stood straight up. All peacefulness quickly drained from the surrounding area. Oliver shook his head and looked back at Logan and Gwyn. “Trust me, if I was Medusa you would have quickly turned to stone how often you gawk at me,” She retorted as she walked around the horse, her hand trailing along the back the whole time.

“Do you just hit on everything around you, in hopes that some poor creature will be stupid enough to be tempted by such a vile thing?” With that remark she bent back over, her hand running down the horse’s leg and asking him to pick his foot up. He shifted his weight, lifting his foot enough for her to begin to scrape the filth from around the frog. “I mean honestly, Logan, desperation isn’t becoming of anyone.” She set the foot back down and looked towards him. Her eyes were alit with a fire he always seemed to bring out in her. Not that she didn’t like it, he added to her days sometimes. And at least she wasn’t stuck talking to Ms. Perfect. She gave a soft chuckle, knowing Logan and she weren’t that different, besides anatomy and well she was better at everything(in her mind), but the latter was just a given.

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Ah, yes, here she was, the fearsome Gwyn in all her glory. He dropped the hoof pick and clutched his chest, the grooming tool clattering to the floor. "Oh barbarous Medusa, thou art a villain!" he cried, staggering backwards. He made a big show of playing out his death, managing to turn everyone agonized groan into something that sounded like it should've been coming from a bedroom. After several long seconds of dramatic moaning and carrying on, he fell back on his heels and looked at Gwyn, grinning as she fired off another round of biting insults.

"Oh Gwyneth, dear, sweet, Gwyneth, how could I resist such...feminine charm?" he smiled, picking himself up and strolling into the stall. He leaned in as though to tell her a secret, speaking out of the side of his mouth. "In all honesty, I thought you could use the ego boost of some harmless flirtation from one of the more attractive members of your species. The only man I see you with has such a long face, and he's awfully hairy," he said, referencing Bandit. "Come to think of it, he looks a lot like you."

He danced out of the stall before she could swat him over the head, laughing from the other side of the stall door. "Speaking of desperation, Gwyn, when are you going to ask for my help in clearing that double oxer? If you're worried about my consulting fee, I'm not asking for much...just a box of chocolates, a dozen roses, a romantic dinner. I'm a fan of lobster, if that helps at all."

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Ali rolled her eyes. "If you've nothing better to do than pick on Gwyn, I suggest you help us work. We've got quite a few stalls to muck, plus there's that broken segment in the southern fence that needs mending!" She tosses him a pitch fork with a huff. "Get to work, pretty boy," Ali went back to working on the stall she was on, a young mare named Serenity, and turned her back on Logan.

In all honesty, Ali wished she got the attention from Logan that Gwyn got. He was attractive, that she'd admitted the minute he'd arrived at the barn. However, he was arrogant and hated working. Ali glanced at the still motionless boy with the pitch fork at his feet. "Do I have to stab you in the foot with the pitch fork? Stalls don't muck themselves!" Ali made an extra motion, an unfriendly hand gesture, to make sure he knew she wasn't joking.

By the time Ali had finished three stalls, she was starting to sweat. Ali knew she had a camisole on under her yellow shirt, but she didn't want to give Logan the pleasure of seeing her take her shirt off. Ali debated for a second, but ultimately decided to take off the yellow shirt. Her gray camisole was a low v-neck with lace around the neckline. Ali was aware that the faint outline of her black bra could be seen, but she didn't really care.

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“I don’t have any idea why you would think anything you say would boost my ego,” She countered, her eyes cutting through him. Logan was amusing, yes, but sometimes he was just downright annoying. Gwyn had just played it off in the beginning as flirtation, which a bit still was, but now it always seemed to be a bit more biting and condescending. The two came from the same world, privileged, but she knew her parents supported her more than Logan’s single father. But she never took pity on such a thing, it was just an excuse as far as she was concerned.

“Bandit has more going for him then you ever will, Logan,” She answered as she rubbed Oliver’s forehead. “And come to think of it, I only ever see you with a man, do you have something to share with us, perhaps?” Her eyes turned toward him, a smile growing along her face. “Logan,” She said drawing his name out. “The only thing I would ever buy you would be a donkey, an ass for an ass. And Bandit and I jump the double oxer just fine, thank you. But if you are asking for some help with for conformation, I’d be glad to help.” And on that note she turned toward Ali who had been speaking.

She watched the girl for a second, move down to the other stalls. She worked through them quickly, but she was quiet. She turned back to Logan giving him a questioning look before moving on to the next stall. The next one was Oliver’s best mate, Tragedy. A chestnut overo, a favorite among the students who took lessons here. He wasn’t much of a jumper, but Gwyn thought he was a fine horse anyway. And she was pretty sure Lex kept him around because he and Oliver together were stunning. She turned back to look at Ali as she took off her shirt, it was the beginning of spring and didn’t seem all that hot, but then she realized probably why the girl had done it. Her eyes slowly turned to Logan.

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Before he could continue his assault on Gwyn, Ali jumped in with a dispute of her own. He wasn't really listening (though he thought he heard the words "muck" and "mending"), so the pitchfork that came sailing towards him came as a bit of a shock. Logan readily admitted he was something of an ass, but he hardly thought his comments warranted mutilation. Spotting the large, pointy object in the nick of time, he sidestepped the tool and watched it clatter to the floor. He looked at Ali and shrugged as if to say "I have no idea how that got there", laughing after her as she stalked off to finish her work.

He turned back to Gwyn in time to hear her rattle off the next list of insults, playing his part by scoffing and jeering at the appropriate times. "Oh, Gwyn, that's cute. I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to bring out that female dog I got you, but...nah, that joke's just too easy," he scoffed, dismissing the thought with a wave of his hand. "As for my conformation...well, I've got a long list of references that would attest I'm built just fine." He struck a few poses to illustrate his "fine conformation", and was in the middle of beating on his chest Tarzan style when Ali reappeared, fuming worse than before.

"Stalls don't muck themselves!" Logan nodded and touched his index finger to his lip, pondering this. "No...no, they don't. But hey, what do you know, you do!" he said, gesturing to the row of spotless stalls. "And might I say you're both doing a fabulous job." Un-phased by her crass gesture, Logan flashed a winning smile and bent down to pick the pitchfork up off the floor, stroking it lovingly before resting it against a stall door. This didn't seem to please Ali much, but, being who (or rather what) he was, he didn't much care.

Between his banter with Gwyn and Ali's attempt to maim him, Logan had had just about all the estrogen he could handle. Ugh, women. You couldn't live with them, and it was sexist to order them to make you sandwiches. What was a man to do? And then Ali did something rather uncharacteristic of a self-proclaimed Logan-hater: she took off her shirt. Well, that had escalated quickly. He looked at her quizzically , wondering what he'd done to induce such a favorable turn of events. "Nice bra," he said, noting the outline through her shirt. "I wish I had some undergarments of my own to flaunt, but alas, all my delicates are in the wash."