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Post by Crescent on Apr 6, 2005 23:26:24 GMT -5
Tramp furrowed his brows and tilted his head to one side, a bit unsure of himself.
"Ahh," he then said. "Some sort of a game, then." He sighed. "I never had much time for playing, myself," he said as he trotted back to Mookie, to give him a hand at the swing.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 6, 2005 23:27:54 GMT -5
"Ohhh...well what did you do in your free time?" She couldn't imagine a childhood without playing. It...well, it didn't really even seem like a childhood.
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Post by Crescent on Apr 6, 2005 23:50:02 GMT -5
Tramp was a little uncomfortable.
"Well, I... practiced," he said with a shrug. "Fighting... and... using my powers. We didn't really have much time for anything else." He shrugged. "We were raised on the road, my brother and me."
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Post by WingSong on Apr 7, 2005 18:02:29 GMT -5
"Fighting?", Wing Song repeated. She reminded herself how much she didn't know about this stallion. She continued, recalling mental images from her childhood. "Well, I didn't do too much playing, but I was a bit of a daredevil when I did. I went to all lengths, and did all sorts of silly things...I tried to feel like I was flying."
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Post by Crescent on Apr 8, 2005 3:52:52 GMT -5
Tramp smiled. Yes, he had got to try out flying several times, when Rogue had wanted to hone his powers. And in a way, he supposed, their fighting games had been playing of sorts, though it had always been far too serious to be a real children's play.
"You seem to really love the idea of flying," he said to her, ignoring her surprise about fighting. He wasn't so sure if she'd like him anymore after hearing about his profession. "I have to introduce you to my brother. He can show you how it really feels, without that silly jumping off a cliff thing."
He realised then how it must have souned to her and swallowed.
"I mean, you might hurt yourself that way," he added, hoping she had not got angry with him.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 8, 2005 19:11:54 GMT -5
As Wing Song heard Tramp refer to her flying attempts as "silly", she grew indignant. Silly? There was nothing silly about wanting something more than anything else - something she knew she could never have...but tirelessly trying to get it anyway had been rather silly, now that she thought about it. Actually more pathetic than silly.
So she decided to let that remark slide, and focused on what else he'd been talking about - something about how his brother could help her to feel like she was flying! "Wow - that would be great - that thing with your brother, I mean. Is he here in Ponyville? And do you really think he wouldn't mind?"
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Post by FlashFire on Apr 8, 2005 19:52:42 GMT -5
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Higher Higher !!!!!" Mookie was having such fun....silly grownups...they should swing too.
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Post by Crescent on Apr 9, 2005 1:43:19 GMT -5
Tramp pushed Mookie's swing higher as he wanted, smiling to himself. Maybe there was something he could do right with foals. That made him feel a little better. Maybe he would be a good father yet.
"Oh, my brother?" Tramp shrugged at Wing Song's question. "Yeah, he's here somewhere. I haven't seen him in a bit. He's probably over at Gib's cottage, helping her out. We could go later today if you like. I don't think he'd mind - he's a bit of a show off."
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Post by WingSong on Apr 9, 2005 20:59:04 GMT -5
"Oh - I'd like that", Wing Song said with a smile. (( Short, but I've been at an exhausting and frustrating horse rally all day, and it gets the point across.))
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Marshmallow Cocoa
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Marshmallow Cocoa, Medley, (Baby) Sparkleberry Swirl, and Vineyard
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Post by Marshmallow Cocoa on Apr 9, 2005 21:41:30 GMT -5
"I have have to admit," Medley said, still feeling somewhat giddy, "that was brilliant."
Medley glanced toward the slide, "And I thought that sliding down backwards was a neat trick."
She continued to gaze towards the slide, trying to fight the temptation to take a ride.
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Post by Crescent on Apr 12, 2005 5:34:06 GMT -5
Tramp looked at the two mares with a slight smile on his lips though there was a sorry feeling in his heart. He thought back on his young days, and found he had really had no childhood at all. He sighed sadly as he turned his attention back to Mookie. He hoped the foal would get the chance to grow up in a decent home, with loving parents and no wars to tear his life apart.
Tramp felt suddenly very, very down. Would the fight for survival never stop in the world? He recalled the pictures Fluttershy had showed to him about what the battle had left behind. He felt himself guilty. His line of business was with war, and Tramp knew he had himself made some foals fatherless. Bitterly he thought that it would be only right if he were never allowed any foals of his own. A stallion without a childhood would hardly know how to give one to his own foals.
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Marshmallow Cocoa
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Marshmallow Cocoa, Medley, (Baby) Sparkleberry Swirl, and Vineyard
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Post by Marshmallow Cocoa on Apr 12, 2005 20:23:31 GMT -5
Medley noticed Tramp beginning to look somewhat depressed. She wondered what she could do to help. Maybe change the subject?
Medley pranced over to the swings and asked, "Would you like me to push Mookie for awhile so can," she paused for a moment before continuing, "play?"
She smiled sheepishly. She felt weird asking an adult stallion to play, especially one that never really played when he was little. But at least she changed the subject. Right?
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Post by WingSong on Apr 12, 2005 20:57:12 GMT -5
"Yes", Wing Song agreed, "It's definitely time you learned how to do it properly." She shoved Tramp over to the swing set and gestured for him to take a seat.
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Post by Crescent on Apr 13, 2005 4:20:26 GMT -5
Tramp was a bit startled at their suggestion, and only stared at them uncertainly for a while. Then he stared at the swings as though they were some dangerous predator, but finally he gave a laugh.
"Thanks," he said, "but I don't... think so. Not the swings, anyway." He felt himself too old for swings. Then he tought he was being too rude, so he added: "But there was one game I used to play with my brother. Hide and seek."
Well, truth be told, it had never been as much a game to the twins as it had been a real-life exercise, but he thought it best not to mention that to the mares. He wasn't sure if he liked the idea of winning the sympathy vote for a rotten childhood.
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Post by WingSong on Apr 13, 2005 18:12:25 GMT -5
((Too late for Tramp - I'm pretty sure Medley and WS already pity him! )) Wing Song smiled - at least he knew how to play something. "Well, then we can play that. It sounds lovely. Right Medley?" She looked at the green peg, nodding her head ever so slightly to cue her.
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