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Post by Rose Rebellion on Sept 10, 2003 14:53:51 GMT -5
Package and beer in hoof, Dallas's smile in her heart, and Dallas's beautiful eyes in her mind, Coon headed towards the Outer Edges and the Rainbow River to reach her tent. She had a happy, statisfied look on her face, content with the scooping she did for the day. Coon was rather upset that she spent money, twice at that, but was thrilled all the same. As she headed towards the woods near the river, she stopped a moment in front of Rose's home. Not to steal anything of value to her, but, the flowers that were growing caught her attention. Oh....such yummy roses. Don't mind if I help myself to a snack. She stretched her neck over the fense to the roses bellow. She snipped a few with her teeth and placed them in her bag, keeping one out to chew on the soft petals. Coon went on her way again, taking note that they were the best tasting roses she'd ever eaten.
Upon reaching the deep woods she found her established tent. She walked inside to the sleeping bag and dropped her items down. Taking a big stretch before heading out again, she went and found herself some fire wood, and dug herself a fire pit. With that, she sat down on the ground, roses and beer ready to drink and eat, and she watched and enjoyed the silence and freedom of the woods.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Sept 11, 2003 20:15:33 GMT -5
Evening was finally begining to dawn as the sun began to slip under the tree's line. Coon sat rather comfrotably leaned against a log, a half empter beer bottle losely in her hoof's grip. She sat huming a little tune to herself. It had no set beat or rythm, she was just humming notes of whatever came to her. Many a night she spent just like this, along in the woods with her tent and a fire to keep her company. Well, there is...that... to keep me company tonight. Coon knew it was a lonely life being a thief. If you wanted to keep what you stole you kept to yourself. Very rarely you'd find another theif to not double cross you, but that was very rarely. Coon was satisfied with being a thief, she could not and would rather not change that. But one thing did eat at her. The loneliness. She couldn't trust many people. Well, she could. Coon was able to trust others, just as long as they knew she wasn't stealing things. The moment another knew she was a thief, she had to break all ties off, mostly for her own safety of not getting run down by authorities. It certainly had happened before, more recently than Coon would like to admit or remember. Coon sighed, her thoughts were rattling with in her head and she didn't like to think of that stuff. She all ready knew how it worked, she didn't need to run through it over and over again in her head. She took a sip of the bitter beer before setting it down. Better start dinner. Coon ducked into her tent and came back out with matches and a can of corn. Ulck....corn again. Glad I saved some of those roses for dessert. The raccoon looking pony sat down and began to start cooking her meal.
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Post by Rose Rebellion on Sept 13, 2003 16:48:55 GMT -5
Coon dropped the empty can on the ground and stared at the fire. She gave another swig to the beer, and felt rather good of herself. She wasn't exactly drunk, but she wasn't sober either. And in this half state, she turned her head to distant Ponyville. And low and behold, the purple castle stood in the remaining lights of the sun. A devilish grin pulled the corners of Coon's lips. Castle....equals rich people....equals gold.....equals theft. This equations proves I am a genius! She stood up, mind all ready a head of itself with the idea of stealing. She gave one wayward look to the fire cackling. Shrugging, she took a bucket in her tent, went to the river, and put the flames out. She might have been a bit tipsy, but at least she remembered to douse the flames. "Besides, I've got good eye sight! I can see my way to the palace-" she bumped into a tree," Oooowww!" And another tree. And another, another, one more still, and still she bumped drunkenly into trees until she stumbled out into the edges of Ponyville. Satisfied that she made it this far, she headed in the direction of the establishment for the rich.
(con. at Celebration castle)
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