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Post by LNS on Aug 30, 2004 18:51:25 GMT -5
Slowly the teenager made her way from the safety of the forest into the bustling town that stretched before her. Wings folded loosely by her sides, she inhaled deeply. So many smells, most sweet, some she admitted she wished her nose hadn’t picked up on.
Padding along beside the pegasus Snow lowered her head. The large, snow-white wolf looked suspicious of the other ponies. It had been a hard lesson learned for the wolf that not all ponies were alike.
Brown eyes took in as much as they could at once. It never ceased to amaze Harper at just how different each town was and yet how similar they truly were when the fancy decorations were stripped away. What new wonders were contained within this town? What new and exciting things would she learn? Did they have a home filled with books? Could she read them if she asked politely enough?
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Post by LNS on Sept 8, 2004 20:31:50 GMT -5
Harper explored the side streets and back roads through the town until well after the sun had set. So many things to see here. She knew she hadn't even begun to scratch the surface as of yet.
The town was asleep. Harper's favorite time. It was time for 'looting', of adventures and dreams. Sneaking up outside of a nice looking business, well as nice as one looks from the back, she peered into the nearest trash can. What grand things would she find in here?
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Sept 10, 2004 23:48:34 GMT -5
A white pony cantered down the street haphazzardly, barely missing the night's trash cans as his two-toned purple hair streamed out behind him. "Woah!" he turned his head and yelled at himself as he almost ran into one. He was late getting back from Glee Club at PonyvilleU - not that he attended the school, but he still snuck in to the classes. His parents were going to kill him if they found out he was hanging out with the college students after sneaking into their classes.
Turning his head back he turned down a sidestreet shortcut and ran promptly into a white and brown pony. "Rainbows, Im sorry!" he said as he stood back up, straightening his backpack and looking over to her. He scratched the back of his head, "guess I should watch where Im going. I thought most people were inside already - especially from the alleys."
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Post by LNS on Sept 12, 2004 11:30:59 GMT -5
Fishing around in the trash can, something sleek brushed against her hoof. A book! Or so she had hoped. Wrapping her hoof about the object, she pulled it out only to discover that it was one of those silly picture things that so many seemed to read. What had the one told her before that they were called? Harper scrunched up her nose in thought, uncertain as to what the silly thing was called. All she knew was that they weren't anywhere near as entertaining as the books she longed for.
Something warm and wet hit her, causing the teenager to tumble backwards. Quickly Harper collected herself from the ground and hid the magazine behind her back, not wanting the other to see what she had. What if it was his and he wanted it back? Not that she really wanted it, but she had to admit she was curious as to why something about silly things like clothes and makeup interested the ponies of these towns so.
Harper merely offered half a smile in return, uncertain as to what to say. This one undoubtedly lived in one of those houses. Did he have books? A hungry look shone through in her warm brown eyes as she thought of the books, that he might own. The look in her eyes could have easily been mistaken for her stomach craving something, rather than her mind or soul.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Sept 13, 2004 9:08:30 GMT -5
The mare didn't respond to Zibamint, except with a hungry look in her eyes. He suddenly put two and two together - this mare was homeless! That's why she was in back alleys in the middle of the night.
"Oh," he said softly to himself, then "OH!" louder as he saw Snow standing behind Harper. "Watch out! There's a wolf!" He started to back up slowly out of the alley, tripped on the overturned garbage can lid, and fell backwards, his backpack ripping in the side and his schoolbooks tumbling out.
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Post by LNS on Sept 23, 2004 22:01:02 GMT -5
Eyes never shifted when the young stallion warned her of a wolf. Instead the pegasus reached out a hoof. Without hesitation Snow butted her head against the outstretched hoof.
"She won't hurt you." Harper said, her voice soft with an accent none outside of her village possessed.
Snow moved from the teenager's side and headed straight for Zibamint. One large paw in front of the other, the wolf was toying with him as she showed her glistening white teeth. Suddenly she stopped and placed her head to one side, a devilish look in her brown eyes.
Harper's eyes widened as the books spilled onto the ground, instantly she rushed towards the books, not wanting them to spend one second on the damp ground. Dropping the magazine, she gently picked up a book. Turning it over in her hooves, she offered it back to its owner, before picking up another.
"Are these yours?" Harper asked incredulously as she gazed at the spoils before her.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Sept 23, 2004 22:16:36 GMT -5
Ziba felt rather stupid as Harper told him Snow wouldn't hurt him. There he was tripping over himself in an alleyway and this young mare wasn't phased in the least. Rainbows, she even seemed to command the thing. A red blush crept up into his white face.
"Are these yours?" Harper asked incredulously as she gazed at the spoils before her.
"Uh, yeah. Well, not that one," he pointed to the math book - he always borrowed the math books, as he didn't much care for them, "that one is Lucky's, but the rest are mine." The rest consisted of english and history, and government, some physics, a folder thick with the fall play's script, and even a book just for fun. "Insomnia" was the name and the cover showed a pony lying wakeful under a white sheet - very appropriate.
"This is the third backpack this year that has broken!" He frowned and started to shove the books in it without care, except for Insomnia.
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Post by LNS on Sept 23, 2004 22:55:48 GMT -5
Seeing nothing of interest here and sensing no threat from this young stallion, Snow turned on her heels to explore the alleyways of the town, or to patrol the outskirts of the forest in hopes of finding dinner.
Harper glanced sideways at the math book and grimaced when she noticed the numbers all over the cover. Math, ugh. That one proved to be of little interest to her and she happily handed it back to him as she eyed the history book.
Shifting her eyes from the books to the bookbag she eyed the tear in its side. A decent size tear it was, but it didn't look like anything that would be too difficult to fix.
Hesitantly she spoke, "I could fix it for you. If you want."
Harper was fairly certain she could at least. And who knew, maybe if she fixed his backpack he'd let her read one of his books. Maybe. A girl could always dream anyway.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Oct 8, 2004 18:47:29 GMT -5
"You could do that?" Ziba had never bothered to learn anything as silly as sewing. He was going to make it, and when he made it he would have no use for sewing. Who needed sewing when they were a big lawyer or buisnessman? He could just buy new things.
"I could pay you if you would." With what he was unsure. His parents had been pestering him to drop some of his "silly" activities and get a real job, one that paid, but he just didn't have the heart to drop any of them (except perhaps the sports, but his father wouldn't allow that) so a job had not panned out quite yet.
Well, perhaps he could squeeze one in on the weekends - he would have to go searching for one tommorrow. "Hey, uh, if you like you could come home with me and we can get some dessert or something." He scratched the back of his neck and then realized how that sounded, a blush creeping up into his white cheeks. "I mean, ice cream, or something. Not... um, you know... I'm not a creep." Rainbows he felt like an idiot.
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Post by LNS on Oct 8, 2004 22:19:10 GMT -5
"Yes." Harper replied.
Once again she examined the tear. If all else failed a patch would work to fix it. She wondered though if he'd like that. So many in these towns seemed against such things. They wanted everything bright, shiny and new.
A smile of innocence graced her face, as she said, "No, thank you." To the dashing young stallion's offer to pay her for fixing his bookbag.
There was no need to. She had no need for money. What she needed she found in nature. What she longed for with every fiber of her being she picked up from trash cans, for these were not needed only sought after.
Brushing a strand of damp hair from her face, Harper's nose scrunched up in puzzlement, "What is a dessert?"
Almost instantly she clamped a hoof over her mouth. A reddish color crept into her cheeks. Why had she asked? Yes, she wanted to know. How many times had she heard that word spoken? Yet she never asked. But why now did she have to blurt the question out? She must have sounded like such a newborn to him.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Oct 9, 2004 8:24:45 GMT -5
"What is a dessert?"
Zibamint had been pleased to hear she would do the quick little job for free - at least he wouldn't have to find any money to pay her. But when she asked what a dessert was he almost fell back onto the ground in surprise.
"A dessert?" He paused for a moment, noticing how embarrased she was and not wanting to make her feel too bad, afterall, she was going to fix his bag for him. "A dessert is a snack after dinner. Like ice cream, or cake, or anything else that is sweet and has next to no nutritional value." He gave a lopsided grin - who needed nutrition when you could have ice cream?
"If you want to come back to my place I will get some desserts ready while you fix my bag. That could be your payment?"
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Post by LNS on Oct 14, 2004 18:43:30 GMT -5
"Oooh! So that's what a dessert is." Harper thought a little light clicking on as he spoke.
Now it made sense. Especially when someone would mention something about 'if somepony ate their dessert first it would spoil their dinner'. Rainbows why hadn't she ever given it any thought before? It was so obvious.
"That would be very nice." Harper replied dimples forming at the corners of her mouth as she smiled.
Though she hadn't expected anything in return, she wasn't going to refuse either. Her stomach told her such a thing would be very stupid since she hadn't had time to gather anything or go fishing/hunting yet.
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Post by Becka *Pone* on Oct 16, 2004 12:58:02 GMT -5
"Awesome!" She had agreed to fix his bag for dessert - lucky for him too, his parents wouldn't appreciate him borrowing *more* money. He already owed them for this bag in the first place, and for Insomnia, lunch all this week, and the costume rental for the upcoming play - Midsummer Night's Dream. He was in debt. And to his own parents! Course, they were right, he should give up something and get a job. Puh.
A frown had crossed his face as he thought all this within seconds. He realized it and smiled lopsidedly again. "Sorry, just thinking. But let's go home and get desserts and get this bag fixed."
(contined in the neighborhood)
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Post by LNS on Oct 25, 2004 22:22:34 GMT -5
When the frown crossed his beautiful forehead Harper worried for a moment that she had somehow upset him. That was the last thing she wanted to do. Especially since he had books. Her hooves ached to hold one of the glossy books again as her mind raced with thoughts of how glorious it would be to actually own a real book. Rainbows he must be one of the richest ponies in town! And here she was keeping him out in alleys on a night like this. Harper smiled more, her dimples creasing the corner of her mouth until they were like mini pools set upon her face. [Cont. Neighborhood here I come.  ] |
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