Willow
'97 pony
Not What You'd Expect!!
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Post by Willow on Aug 21, 2003 15:44:09 GMT -5
Willow nodded at Ice. "Yes we should leave..." Willow stood up and put her disinfectant and gauze away and swung her messenger bag over her shoulder once more.
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 21, 2003 18:17:12 GMT -5
Roxy whirled at Rose in confusion. "He saved your LIFE? That sonofab!tch saved your LIFE? You'd better tell me just what happened while I was in storage, you'd better tell me... I... I don't..." she shook her head, anger still coursing through her shocked body. "I don't know, I don't understand. Go -" she met Roux's eyes in an intense plea - "You just go find him for me. You go find him and I'll deal with him."
They left. But Roxanne barely had time to take a few shallow breaths and say simply "thank you" to Ice Crystal before a familiar shade of orange appeared in the doorway.
A shuddering Roxy stared Glasye down. If her body could have sparked, it would, considering the effort it was taking to not rip the orange pony to shreds.
She curled her upper lip in a disgusted sneer and forced herself to speak.
"Who. Who is 'he.' I saw you and only you enter my theater. You'd better do a d**n good job of explaining yourself."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 21, 2003 18:27:24 GMT -5
Rose waited patiently as Roxy blew up. She herself felt a bit of her own anger flaring up at the other, but she bit the bullet and held it down. Calmly she explained what did happen whilst the theater pony was in storage. "Roxy, I came in here to start helping. Then I got sick. Several of these ponies showed to assist me, but he (Glayse) knew what was wrong with me.," she told as calmly as she could with out yelling," I was poisoned by Hoof Weed somehow, and he told us what sort of medicine would save me, Witch Weed. And it did save me, I could've died unless he hadn't shown up." She then huffed out as a sort of way to release her own anger build up without letting it out on the other. Rose knew that yelling at Roxy would just make matters worse, and she wanted to avoid any possible threat to a new friendship.
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 21, 2003 19:52:25 GMT -5
Roxanne looked from red to orange with an expression of frustrated confusion on her face. "He saved you. You saved her. You... you..." She tried to take a deep breath and winced at the cuts on her chest.
"...You need to tell me who you're talking about." Heart pounding, she pinned Glasye with a firm glare.
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Post by Jewel on Aug 21, 2003 22:47:27 GMT -5
"Ma'am, please," Glasye pleaded calmly, his own breathing just now "slowing" to normalcy again, "I know you're infuriated and shocked, to say the least, but using up what strength you have left isn't the best thing right now," He spoke gracefully and soothingly, despite the conditions around him. "Yes, I walked into the theatre because of the commotion I heard from the street.. and found this lady," He motioned to Rose, "Writhing in pain on the floor. I asked what was wrong, and tried my best to provide a helpful answer as to what the cure was. I began to feel quite unwelcomed, so I left. On my way out, from the corner of my eye, I saw someone sneaking around the theater. Alone. I followed curiously, afraid it might be the same pony who poisioned her," He motioned to Rose, "He leapt onto the stairs, aware that I was following, so I chased," Glasye sat down wearily, as if unable to stay on his feet much more, "I demanded to know who it was, and in the darkness, I couldn't see. I realized he carried some sort of weapon, so I grabbed the axe. Before I could tell what was happening, he was striking at me, as well as the ropes around us. Something hit me hard on the head," Glasye touched the "sore" spot between his ears, "And after the crash, all I saw was a blurry tail running for the fire escape. Again, I followed, and chased until I just couldn't run anymore. Then, I came back here as fast as I could to explain."
Glasye looked at both Roxy, then Rose, with pool-like orange eyes, then lowered his head as if ashamed he couldn't catch the criminal, "I'm sorry."
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 21, 2003 23:13:07 GMT -5
"Don't you call me ma'am!" Roxy interjected, but listened to the rest of the story without speaking.
When the orange pony had finished, she opened her mouth for a moment and then closed it.
Roxanne felt like she had lived a decade in five minutes. Shock was still taking its toll on her, but it was now turning to the exhaustion that comes after a rush of adrenaline. She didn't understand. She hadn't seen another pony go into the theater, she didn't believe the story she was hearing... moments ago, she had seen the storyteller walking above her and then been buried under a shattering pile of lighting equipment. She was cut in a hundred places, covered in bandages and the remnants of broken shards of glass; she would have to spend thousands of dollars to restore her building, her life, to its proper state... she was shocked, shivering, frightened and furious, and the cause of this breakdown in her life which was so perfect ten minutes ago seemed logically to be the orange pony that stood before her.
Every part of her mind pointed to Glasye. But he was so sincere...
She spoke distinctly and carefully.
"I want to know who you saw. I saw no one but you. Tell me what he looked like."
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Post by Jewel on Aug 22, 2003 9:10:43 GMT -5
Glasye apologized for the "ma'am" comment, but he wanted to be respectful to an older lady, while being afraid of seeming too casual at the same time.
"All I saw was green," The stallion shrugged, "It was dark up there, and I couldn't make out any colors until he/she/it tried to make an escape. After hitting my head, all I could focus on was that green tail." After a moment, he added, "It looked like that creepy green mare who wandered in when Rose was sick."
Glasye's eyes met Roxy's with knitted brows and barely a blink. His nostrils flared and relaxed as he took a deep breath with an almost sorrowful appearance on his face, "Roxy-Lady-Ma'am-Sir," He started, now at a loss as to how to address her, "I could never find the hate in me to destroy anything as beautiful as this theater. I may be new in town, and a stranger to many of you, but I still have the greatest respect for ponyville and its inhabitants," His handsome orange eyes were pool-like and honest, "I don't know how else I can assure you that it wasn't me."
This is brilliant, just.. brilliant! Glasye thought to himself with a wicked inward grin, Sure, I've got respect for theatrical arts... how else would I be able to pull the wool over their eyes so well?
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 22, 2003 12:51:46 GMT -5
"Green." Roxy's mind was reeling from the strain. "Green. The green mare that went out the FRONT door before you went into the BACK."
She found she didn't care anymore; the damage was done, and either way she'd have to fix it. But one thing she was sure: truthful or no, she didn't want to see this particular shade of orange ever again. What she wanted to do, in fact, was to lie down someplace quiet and recover herself. She spat in a low voice:
"Fine. It's over.
"Now get out of my theater."
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Post by Jewel on Aug 22, 2003 14:10:52 GMT -5
"Roxanne." Glasye was now starting to return the attitude. He hoisted himself up onto all four legs and looked her in the eye.
"Do you mean to taint my name as soon as I step into ponyville?" He demanded, "There is more than one way to get up into that part of the theater--I would think you'd know that. Whoever it was DID walk out the front, I SAW that, and all I know is the next time I saw them, they were back in the theater. I chased them in order to protect YOU," He motioned to not only Roxanne, but the other ponies still in the lobby area, "I'm sorry this had to happen, and I'm also sorry you can't see I was trying to help you," His expression grew tired and frustrated. He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and continued in a controlled and level tone, "But if you want to thank me by kicking me out of your theater and accusing my validity.." He nodded and stepped back, casting a look toward Rose of hurt and sadness. He turned to go.
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 22, 2003 14:30:55 GMT -5
She gritted her teeth and tried to make her breathing even. This stallion was not redeeming himself.
"Yes, kid, I know my own building. There are two outside entrances. There is a front door, at your tail, and there is a stage door. The stage door takes about three minutes to get to from the front door, and it is LOCKED."
She met his hurt gaze with a unyielding eyes.
"I told you to get out of my theater."
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 22, 2003 15:55:41 GMT -5
The moment Rose heard 'green' she felt that temper bubbling up again. So that green mare did this...first Bloomin' Blossoms...now the theater...! She snorted, ready to start another group search for the culprit. And the Roxy continued the argument, not believing the orange stallion one bit. Glayse retorted trying to defend himself. He then looked down to her, hurt, and with the saddest glint in his eyes. Almost as if all the world's oceans would pour out of them. Rose felt a ping of sadness of her own in the back of her throat. The moment Roxy demanded again that Glayse should leave, Rose decided she'd had enough. I don't have to sit and listen to this. If Roxy doesn't believe him, that all right. But it doesn't mean I can't. She pushed up on her legs, standing weakly, her legs shaking a bit. But she steadied them and looked first at Glyase and then to Roxy. "Roxy, if you ask him to leave, I'm leaving as well," she said," I'm sorry, but I think the green mare did this."
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Post by Jewel on Aug 22, 2003 16:48:05 GMT -5
Glasye looked at Rose with a mix of appreciativeness and hurt, still at a loss of how to get Roxanne to believe him. He turned to see Roxy's reaction to Rose's reply.
"Would you believe me more if I were able to bring you the culprit herself?" Glasye asked, making it clear that he would only do so if she took back what she had said before.
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Post by Roxanne on Aug 22, 2003 16:57:46 GMT -5
Her heart flopped around a bit in her chest, and Roxy blinked a few times. She turned numbly to the few ponies who were left.
"That's fine, Rose. In fact, I want you all to leave. There's no more hope for a cleanup today, I can't deal with it anymore. If you could all please come back tomorrow or whenever you like, that would be great, because this place will need even more attention now.
"All except you." Roxy brought her firm gaze back to Glasye. "I don't want to hear any more explanations. I told you already that you need to get out, but that also means I never want to see you around my theater again."
She shoved the group out of the front doors and locked them carefully.
She stood in the middle of the lobby for a moment with hanging head. But something tickled at the back of her mind, so wearily she placed one hoof in front of the other and made her way into the theater proper.
The lights were still out, but she opened the theater doors to their fullest so that a tiny glimmer of light from the lobby stained glass windows could make its way in. By this faintest of gleams she could make out the shapeless and twisted mass of tracking which lay upon her stage...
Carefully she stepped up to the doorway at house left which led backstage. She felt her way around in the backstage darkness, cursing lightly as a stray piece of glass found its way into her leg, but finally her front hooves found the stage door and tested its handle. It was locked.
With a single whimper like a hurt kitten, Roxy leaned her head against the door and sobbed. She didn't know what had happened... it was all so swift... and oh, she was so tired... her mouth opened silently and salt water made dark rivulets in her caramel coat...
In a half hour's time Roxy made her way up to her flat and collapsed upon her bed. Her dull green eyes disappeared under lids heavy with tears and she slept.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Aug 24, 2003 7:47:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Wasn't sure about where to post since we were shoved from the theater. Since we were all just shoved, I figured we'd just be around the area.)
Rose turned around as Roxy closed the doors to her theater. She huffed out, knowing the other needed time to sort it out. She knew that the theater must have meant everything to her, and with it damaged like it was, she would need time of her own, alone. The red unicorn looked towards Gylse. "I think I'll go home to rest.," she told them all, but it was more centered to the orange stallion. "You're welcome to walk with me, I live in Outer Edges." With or without his answer, she began to head towards Ponyville.
(con. at Ponyville)
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Willow
'97 pony
Not What You'd Expect!!
Posts: 231
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Post by Willow on Aug 24, 2003 11:37:53 GMT -5
Once out of the theater Willow turned to Ice. "Are you feeling well enough to walk back to my kleepa? I think we all need some rest. Maybe when we're done sleeping we can work on finishing your Kleepa." Willow gave Ice a comforting nuzzle.She really hoped he was ok.
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