Victory
'82 pony
"Shut up."
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Post by Victory on Nov 14, 2003 18:49:41 GMT -5
With the dog out of the way, Trinket scurried out of the bedroom. First to the kitchen (What would they need that silverware for, anyhow?), then the living room (someone dropped some change in the couch!), it only took about fifteen minutes for the Winger to strip the apartment clean. She was amazed one sock could hold so many shinies--This thing was obviously meant for a Clydesdale or a very large pony. "Well, it's been fun, but the Shiny Guy will want to be seeing me soon," Trinket spoke to nobody in particular, "...er... wherever he is." She fluttered her scrunched wings rapidly, but the creased things could barely lift her even without a sock full of shinies. Okay, she wouldn't be flying out. A quick trip to the door also showed she wouldn't be escaping that way, either. The door was firmly closed, and the knob beyond her reach. The small mare sat down, deep in thought. "Well, this can't be good..."
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Victory
'82 pony
"Shut up."
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Post by Victory on Dec 2, 2003 9:10:48 GMT -5
Trinket was growing frantic. How long had she been trapped in here? What if Hot Stuff came back and found her in mid-theft? Why wasn't the Shiny Guy saving her?! The Summerwing let out a frustrated hiss. This was NOT good! She paced the apartment anxiously for several minutes, finally halting in front of the window. That was unlocked, but her wings would be as useful as goldfish in this state, and it was an awfully long way down. "I guess having broken limbs to match my wings is better than getting caught. After all, Moon Jumper told me once that if someone catches you stealing, they'll shave off your hair, rip off your wings, and then break all your legs and leave you for the crows, right?" Trinket's voice had rised several octaves while recalling this, and her large doelike eyes had widened. "By the Seven! I've gotta get outta here!!" She shrieked, and without another thought, nudged the window open, tightened her grip on the loot sock, and jumped.
((OOC: Sheer genius. Continued elsewhere.))
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