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Post by Whispering Wind on Jun 3, 2005 7:00:40 GMT -5
Dasher did not understand what the filly was trying to say to her. "And why am I not supposed to do that?" She replied calmly. Thought her ears were pinned back again - just to show that this was no game. That was how she had lived her life. In the backstreets and alleys. The small mare looked wild with her mane flowing in the wind, and she had a serious look on her face. What was this kid trying to do to her?
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Post by WingSong on Jun 3, 2005 13:54:56 GMT -5
"Because...because..." Breezie figured she'd end up saying something cheesy anyway, and decided she might be able to have the "innocent little kid" advantage here anyway. "Well, because your life can't have been that bad - you're only thinking of all the bad stuff, and there's always plenty of that. No one ever pays enough attention to all the little good stuff and, well, that's why there is so much bad stuff. If you don't appreciate all the good things, then there just won't be anymore!"
She felt like she was babbling, but at least it was a way to keep Dasher there. She didn't want it to come to her running away, since as much as she liked the rooftop chases, the last one hadn't gone to well for her - and as a result, she wasn't really up for another.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Jun 6, 2005 8:56:25 GMT -5
Dasher thought hard for a couple of seconds, without moving a muscle. All her thoughts took her far away, deep inside her mind.
What does she mean, 'you're only thinking of all the bad stuff'? Have something good ever happened to me? The mare could immediately answer 'yes' to that question - Coon. But what about the time before I met Coon? What have kept me from commiting suicide all those years? That was obvious. Star Dasher loved to live, and had always been struggleing to do so. Hope.
Dasher's muscels relaxed a bit. "Who ever said that life is supposed to be easy? Some of us have got a harder life than others." 'Cause how do you get on the streets in the first place? Dasher wasn't going to tell her about that.
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Post by WingSong on Jul 2, 2005 18:38:30 GMT -5
((Yipes, I always space out with my chars. Sorry to keep you waiting so long!))
The filly frowned, thinking hard about what Dasher had said. "Well..." Breezie didn't know how to respond to what the mare was saying. She was supposed to be mad, right? But here she was talking, and...what about revenge? Her ears flicked back, and then forward, as she remembered all that had happened.
Finally, her ears pricked up. "Well I guess you must have had a reason for the whole thing earlier today, and...the cast is kinda cool." She thumped her broken foreleg on the ground once for emphasis. "So, how about I don't turn you in and stuff. Hey - maybe we can be friends!" Breezie closed her eyes and smiled, glad not to have to be mad at anyone anymore, even if she had thought the idea of revenge sounded exciting.
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Post by Whispering Wind on Jul 6, 2005 13:47:05 GMT -5
[It's OK. And I think I will be gone for a while soon.]
Dasher did not really understand what Breezie was saying to her. Puzzled, she fell silent for a moment. Friends. Did the filly really expect her to be her friend. "I've got no friends," Dasher spat out, sounding as if she did not need anyone. But she realized all of a sudden how stupid she must have sounded. Saying what she was thinking, she added: "You mustn't trust anyone."
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Post by WingSong on Aug 5, 2005 23:34:02 GMT -5
((Yipes, I forgot about Breezie. Let's wrap this up so we can both jump, cause I'm holding poor Dasher captive now.))
Staring blankly with the smile still frozen on her face, Breezie said, "Oh, that's okay - I mean, I don't trust you!"
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Post by Dasher on Aug 6, 2005 3:37:56 GMT -5
Nonchalantly, Dasher tossed her mane. "Ah, I don't have any time for playing." With that, she simply turned to leave. She hoped that Breezie would leave it at that, allowing her to leave the scene.
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Post by WingSong on Aug 7, 2005 13:43:25 GMT -5
Breezie watched the other mare start off, frowning now. "Um...okaaay...I'll, um, see you later then!" The filly turned to leave at a trot, pausing to sneeze loudly before she rounded a corner.
((Cont. wherever.))
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Post by Whispering Wind on Aug 12, 2005 2:58:33 GMT -5
Dasher heard the filly sneeze, then trot off. She turned her head to look back. See you later? Shrugging, tossing her mane, she continued to walk down the street. After three feet, she stopped. "Aa-aaah-ACHOO!"
[Cont. elsewhere]
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