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Logan Thomson

"The name's Thomson. Logan Thomson. And why waste your time on a horse when you can ride me instead?"

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a character in “Shady Oak Stable”, as played by Luv-is-a-Bug

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Given Name :: Logan Thomson
Nickname :: Logan
Gender :: Male
Age :: 19
Horse :: Covert Affairs (Spy)
Position :: Boarder brat

Personality ::
Ever meet one of those guys who thought he was all that and a bag of chips? Well in Logan’s mind, he is all that and a full course meal with extra sexy on the side. A hot-headed kid who rides hot-headed horses, Logan’s made a name for himself as the bad boy of the equine world. His cocky, arrogant approach to competition can be off-putting, and his confidence is often mistaken for recklessness.
His attitude could drive a person crazy, but it’s mostly for show. Most of his behavioral problems are rooted in a difficult childhood and a father who shows his love for Logan by buying him tack and horses.
He fancies himself a comedian, and loves to pull pranks around the stables. His humor is generally crass and sometimes wildly inappropriate, but what do you expect from a 19 year old kid? Because that’s what Logan is, really. He’s a kid. He gets cocky; he gets angry; he makes mistakes. He’s vulnerable, though he’ll do almost anything to hide it. His money and notoriety have made him many friends, but few lasting ones, and if we’re being honest, Logan is a pretty lonely guy. Take away the girls, the posse and Daddy’s money, and you get…a person. A person who, despite what you may believe, has fought like hell to get where he is.
Love him or leave him, Logan is a character, and, like it or not, he’s here to stay.

History::
Logan is a trust fund baby with the world at his fingertips. Blessed with good looks, money, and (if you can believe it) some god-given talent, Logan leads a charmed life.
But take a closer look and you’ll find a kid who’s had his share of struggles.
His mom passed away when he was young, so he grew up without much feminine influence. (He can be rather insensitive towards females, if you haven’t noticed). His dad loved to gamble, particularly on race horses, and made a fortune through some smart bets and great breeding. Logan grew up exercising powerful thoroughbreds on the track, and developed a true love for horses the thrill of competing at a young age. But Logan’s father’s fame and fortune in the equine world made him difficult to get close to.
Logan’s father couldn’t seem to be bothered with his son, and sent him from fancy boarding school to fancy boarding school (luckily, it was always somewhere with a riding program). Logan rebelled and acted it out to get his father’s attention, but his antics had an adverse effect. Logan’s father cut him off when he was 16, leaving him with nothing and no one but his horse, Spy.
Since then, Logan’s been burning his way through competition. His father only recently took notice, and after 3 years of chilly silence is now sending money once a month. This allowance permits a pretty comfortable lifestyle, but what Logan really wants more than anything is his father’s approval and acceptance.

Dating? :: No, but he’s a major flirt.
Married? :: You wish, babe.
Appearance :: Just your average teen heartthrob. Logan is on the precipice of manhood, and he has done everything within his power to speed the aging process, including growing facial hair (which is really nonexistent scruff), getting inked, and taking up smoking. Anyone with half a brain can see he’s just a punk kid, but there are those dumb enough to be swayed by the best money can buy.
He’s inherited his father’s dark features, and sports a shaggy (but meticulously styled) ‘do, a jaw that could cut steel, and a brow that makes most girls swoon. And yes, he sees you looking.
Around the stables, Logan is frequently seen in t-shirts, breeches and boots, though he likes to nonchalantly pull off his shirt from time to time, just remind everyone what great shape he’s in. He actually cleans up pretty nicely in the show ring, but that’s easy to do when you have access to the best money can buy.

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Show Name :: Covert Affairs
Barn Name :: Spy
Gender :: Stallion
Breed :: Thoroughbred/Hanoverian Cross
Age :: 7
Discipline :: Eventing, with a special interest in cross country

Personality ::
A horse with attitude if ever there was one. He is bossy, assertive, and always a handful. His ground manners are severely lacking, and he’s unlikely to pay a rider the courtesy of a smooth ride…or a full stop.
An ornery mule in a horse’s body, Spy has become the bane of the stable. Logan has let him get away with bad behavior, and as a result he’s become a real pain in the ass. He’s easily excited, and very often unfocused, but he has a sharp mind and shows great promise in the show ring. He and his rider are a handful, but you can’t argue with the ribbons or prize money they’ve accumulated.
Problems aside, Spy is a true competitor. He rides to win, and when he enters the ring he has his eye on the prize. Unfortunately, this can result in him taking control and disregarding his rider. Want to take four strides to a fence? Well, Spy thinks he can reach it in three. It takes a strong rider to handle to handle him, but there’s no denying his heart.

History ::
Sired by Covert Operations and born out of Scandalous Affair, Spy was born in sunny Florida, the home state of his rider, Logan. The colt showed attitude from birth, and by the time anyone got around to breaking he had already formed a few nasty habits.
Still, with his winning looks and killer bloodlines, many potential buyers were willing to overlook his naughty behavior. So when Logan’s father went looking for his son’s next winning mount, he paid top dollar for the thoroughbred cross.
The training was rocky, and resulted in many battles between horse and rider, but in their three years together, Logan and Spy have proven to be a winning team.

Appearance ::
Spy is an equine athlete is ever there was one. He ripples with muscle, and his black coat is always tended to perfection. His markings (a white blaze and four white socks) make him a memorable black beauty. When he enters the show ring, people swear he poses for the camera; it’s hard to tell if he belongs in stables or on the cover of some magazine. Ears pricked forward, nostrils flaring- Spy is always ready for action. It doesn’t take much to get this horse going, and his dynamic action is a sight to see.
With the speed of a thoroughbred and the endurance of one of the greatest jumper breeds, Spy is unstoppable. He tends to get ahead of himself on the course, and it is here the inexperience of horse and rider become obvious. But when everything falls into place, these two are a winning team.

So begins...

Logan Thomson's Story

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Character Portrait: Eden Adler Character Portrait: Lexington Jethro Churchill Character Portrait: Logan Thomson Character Portrait: Ali Cooper Character Portrait: Gwyneth Alexander Crusoe
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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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Logan sauntered into the barn at a quarter to nine, finally gracing the stable underlings with the glory of his presence. He'd seen Gwyn and Ali on his way over and had briefly considered exchanging less-than-gentlemanly salutations, but had thought better of it. He was already behind on his barn chores, and after Eden had caught him paying a younger boarder to feed and muck for him last week, he'd been "strongly encouraged" to step up and take more responsibility. And he was...he was just doing it on his own time.

Nonchalantly passing a hand through his dark locks, Logan mixed up Spy's bucket and made his way to thoroughbred's stall. Spy, annoyed by his rider's late arrival, had begun banging his hooves on his stall door, much to Eden's chagrin. If Logan noticed, he didn't show it, and strolled over to greet his horse. "Hey bud, sleep well?" he asked, scratching the stallion's neck. Spy tossed his head excitably, though he was clearly more interested in receiving his morning feed than answering Logan's question. "Yeah, me too," Logan replied, entering Spy's stall and unceremoniously dumping the food into the feeder. He tossed in a few flakes of hay and alfalfa, then set to mucking, which took about fives times as long as it should of due to Logan's frequent breaks to chat with the other boarders now tacking up and heading out to start their work-outs.

It wasn't that Logan didn't care about Spy (his work with his horse was all Logan had to be proud of), he just didn't see the point in the stress of the daily grind of stable life. Take Eden, for instance. In the year he'd known her, he didn't think he'd ever seen her sit down. And how about Gwyn? Talk about doom and gloom- for such a pretty girl she sure was a downer. The horse world was supposed be exciting and glamorous, and mucking stalls was so...not. With a huff, he set his pitchfork aside and exited the stable, picking bits of hay off his breeches. He still had a bit of time to kill before his work-out and lesson later in the day, so he decided to go find trouble. And if there wasn't any...well, he was perfectly capable of creating it all on his own.

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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."