As Sterling reached his cabin, he noted some pony had been is the other room. Well, looks like I have a roommate; wonder who he is... Sterling unpacked a little and then proceed to put up a few pictures- some of his family, friends, neighbors, and... he put the next picture down without hanging it up- it was of Golden Quill. The mare whom he had fallen in love with, but had disappeared shortly after he told her how he felt; he didm't wan't to remember, but he couldn't bring himself to through the picture away. Ge just set it aside and went out to sit on the front porch a spell.
Greetings From Sunny Appleoosa [Forum RP]
#101
Posted 13 November 2013 - 04:57 AM
#102
Posted 13 November 2013 - 05:14 AM
((Accepted! Cabin #4))((Mmmmmm I guess I'll see if I can join in I suppose maybe mmmmm?))
Name: Indiana Uster Isles "Indie"
Gender: Male
Age: 32
Race: Unicorn
Appearance: Indie is a Battleship grey with an Air force blue mane and tail. About medium build with a full beard and a top hat of about the same color of his mane.
Personality: Intellectual and sometimes benevolent but a bit risky and morally ambiguous, he is a proud sonuvabeetch that will not let anyone get in his way. He loves dirty tricks and harsh business tactics.
Bio: From Manehattan, Indie was born into a powerful family that had control in the shipping industry. Following in his fathers hooves he learned the art of business. Through his youth he heard of the adventures that the western expansions had brought. When the rumors reached the east of the gold Indie figured that with all those ponies looking for gold he could surely gain a large profit and maybe even.. Industrialize the area.
Profession: Businesspony/Industrialist
#103
Posted 13 November 2013 - 05:42 AM
"You could say I'm something akin to law, but with a little bit more wiggle room, and a whole lot less red tape and paperwork." He noticed Tinker's attention divert away from the conversation, but didn't turn immediately. He tilted his head down to hide his eyes while he glanced back at the door. Barely in his vision was a pony entering the saloon. He couldn't make out who, what kind, or any details, only that it was a pony. It made no matter, he saw no alarm as he looked back up. Tinker was in the process of scratching his horn as he did so, to which he squinted in return.
"You... alright?"
#104
Posted 13 November 2013 - 06:02 AM
"What? oh sorry... When you work with such fine materials like I have, you become... Attuned to, let's call them energies, around you. I have been getting this odd sensation for a little while but it became stronger as soon as she opened the door." Tinker gestured towards the new mare without calling attention to himself. Tinker still hasn't decided on a plan of action.
"I am unsure of what it is, but she might be exceedingly talented in magic. She gives me the willlies something fierce though. But do not act on that quite yet, I want to find that out on my own."
((-Zixevak))
#105
Posted 13 November 2013 - 06:24 AM
Outrider peered at Tinker scrupulously from under the brim of his hat, gritting his teeth a bit as he put a bit of the information together. He had either lost his touch, or, more likely, was less inclined to inquire further upon these 'willies' and the state of their rustling following their mention. Better to just leave it be then, I'm sure I'll speak to him again soon. It's a small town and there's likely to be trouble before it's all said and done.
He bit the side of his lip and turned his head curiously only to catch the tail end of the mare in question. He had never been much into unicorns, but he knew a fine filly if he ever saw one. 'S a shame if she's looking for work here. She's like to be naught more'n a piece of meat if she ain't got her wits about her. With a shrug at his own statement, he let himself down from the bar and pushed his hat up to scratch his own forehead. He wasn't terribly taken to speaking to everypony, but he felt that he would be pushing his welcome to probe any more with this particular pony.
"Well then, I suppose I'll leave ya' to it," he said as he inclined his head in thanks for the conversation and readjusted his hat. He made his way somberly between patrons and out the door. He hadn't been in there for a long while, but longer than he anticipated. No matter, he thought to himself as he leaned against the railing out front of the bar, might as well stand around and enjoy the scenery. Might see some interesting tourists come to strike it rich, or whatever they do when they go on vacation.
#106
Posted 13 November 2013 - 12:45 PM
Water...... She comes all the way to the saloon and asks for water..... More money for me I guess... Strike turned around and filled a cup with the water from the sink. ''Water... And to answer your question yes I do know him, last I saw he was in his office'' Strike rubbed his chin ''Why looking for a job?'' Strike walked up to the counter to get the four bits for the two whiskey shots that the stallion had asked. At this point Strike ears perked up as what the two ponies were saying. You could say I'm something akin to law, but with a little bit more wiggle room.... A bounty hunter.... great I can already tell this saloon ain't gonna last...
Edited by tudexd, 13 November 2013 - 01:08 PM.
#107
Posted 13 November 2013 - 12:57 PM
((bug's actually an earth pony, that's why tinker was so sketched out))
"I appreciate your understanding, and hope you have a good evening!" tinker wound up shouting. basic pleasantries are a far cry from what they used to be. Tinker looked around,and noticed the mare from earlier sitting not too far from him. He readjusted his vest yet again and stepped up to her.
"Evening ma'am, How is your cabin treating you?"
((-Zixevak))
#108
Posted 13 November 2013 - 02:53 PM
#109
Posted 13 November 2013 - 06:57 PM
((Just as a heads-up, Doodlebug is not a unicorn but she just has a weird kind of sense, somewhat like Pinkie Sense but less Pinkie, so to say. Either that, or she's incredibly observant. However, she could be mistaken for a unicorn due to her not-so-muscular figure - for an earth pony this is odd.))
Doodlebug knocked again firmly on the door of the office. How much longer would she have to wait? In frustration, she grabbed the door handle and tried, discreetly, to open the door. It was all to no avail. Letting out a sigh, the lilac mare turned back to the humming crowd, then looked over towards the bar. The bartender, a white stallion with a navy blue mane, was going about his business; talking to customers, eavesdropping. She figured it would be reasonable to ask him about the job - having already applied and been accepted, it was likely that she'd be able to get on with it right away.
She made her way through the crowd, an invisible lump lodged in her throat. The last time she had been in a bar, her pa had got himself in a fight and she had ended up having to run home to get ma to take him home... It was right to say that she despised bars, alcohol and the like. But what job could you get in a small south-Equestrian town like this with no experience? She swallowed, clearing the lump, and waved her hoof to catch the attention of the bartender.
"Sorry to bother you an' all sir, but I've jus' arrived here an' I was hopin' to see your boss... He doesn't seem t' be in his office. Or he jus' ain't all that social... Anyway, would I be able to start the now and do my introducin' later? You see, I just arrived here... Need to get into the swing of things, you know."
#110
Posted 13 November 2013 - 10:29 PM
A puff of smoke lifted into the air as Indie gave off a small chuckle as his cigar levitated nearby. "Oh how I love the smell of progress. Heh... Here I am Appleoosa, ready to bleed you dry." He looked around the town from his spot at the platform with a grin. "I do suppose I should find my sleeping quarters. Hopefully I do not have to be in the same building as a complete dimwit when I sleep. Celestia forbid I end up killing him with a kitchen knife." His venture through the town proved to be worth while as he spotted out the saloon and the other stores and buildings.
The western frontier! If this was anywhere else I'm sure I would shoot myself on the spot. I suppose this might actually have been a very good idea after all. That'll stick it to the stallions back east that said "I'm almost one hundred percent sure this is a bad idea." Hah! They seem to forget that bad ideas are what I base my business model on! No one told me I couldn't ship goods to countries Equestria was at war with, or that using covert and what some may say "dirty" business tactics to undermine two... no, three! Three shipping companies to stay on top!
His rant ceased as the cabin approached him. "Ah! Here it is, what a quaint cabin." With his cigar finished off and buried into the dirt by his hoof; he quickly brought his belongings to his room and laid down onto his bed. "Hmm... It'll do... for now. All this gloating within my head has made me thirsty for some poison."
Indie made his way back to the saloon and went through the doors to see everyone turn their heads. He chuckled under his breath and continued on his way. "You fellas never seen a stallion before?" A few grunts could be heard as they all went back to their previous conversations. He trotted to the bartender near a mare trying to flag him down. "Now whats brings you to this land of opportunity sugar?"
#111
Posted 14 November 2013 - 07:22 AM
#112
Posted 14 November 2013 - 03:58 PM
Doodlebug turned her head to the stallion who seemed to be addressing her, turned it back to the bartender, then again to the newcomer. Why in the hay would somepony want to talk to her? There were plenty of more interesting characters around. It seemed a pity that such a pony would attempt making conversation with her, what a waste of time. As far as she was concerned, if you wanted conversation, you would go to somepony who wasn't talking to somepony else.
"I-, I.." She stammered, pondering her situation and thinking of a response. "I'm sorry sir, but it ain't much of your business. Don't you have other things to tend to? Leave a mare to do her duties, if y'please." The words rushed out of her mouth, making it clear they had been freshly prepared. As soon as she was finished, she paused for a moment, looking the stallion in the eyes with assertion. She then turned around and looked up to the bartender, hoping for a reply. To her dismay, he appeared to be doing some other business at present.
Oh, for pony's sake. Doodle turned back around to the other stallion. "I'm sorry, that was rude; I'll talk to you if you like.."
#113
Posted 14 November 2013 - 05:53 PM
((Just to be clear I'm speaking with Ella, and I'll call him fat cat is talking with doodle. I believe I have that right?))
"The cabins don't look bad, I just have yet to meet my cabinmate. Have you met yours already?" Tinker asked in friendly conversation. He heard a rather grating voice with a cigar attempt to hit on the the mare that had some sort of ability. Tinker thought to himself that this guy must a great big windbag. He hated those types always thought their way was the best and underhanded to just about everyone. The mare though rebounded him quite swiftly and tinker was impressed.
((-Zixevak))
#114
Posted 14 November 2013 - 06:15 PM
#115
Posted 14 November 2013 - 08:44 PM
Sterling felt a moth land on his muzzle and he awoke with a start. He then decided take to stroll around town. As he walked down main street, he passed by the post office- he decide to stop in and take a quick look. It was pretty empt, Starling went up to the front desk "Hi, I just moved into town and I was wondering if there wan anything I should check out out"
"Well, most ponies are probably at the bar this time of day; it's pretty much the social center of this town" the mail mare answered
"Thank, I think I'll check it out"
#116
Posted 14 November 2013 - 10:01 PM
Indie only laughed at her response then looked at her actions of turning to the bar and back at him. "Heh heh heh... True that it is not any of my business miss and I apologize. I didn't know you had duties to attend to." He looked over to other ponies making weird faces and looking away. 'Hmm... Didn't now talking to a mare out west was such a disgusting action? I guess I'll stop then.
"I'll talk to you if you like..." Eh... Perhaps not I suppose.
"Now now, if you don't wanna talk to that stallion that just approached you out of nowhere. I am more than fine with your rebuttal to my question. You seem like a strong and smart mare, there are too many fine gals being complete idiots these days." Indie smiled once more and laughed to himself. Not even a day here and I already made some possible enemies. I believe my stay here will prove to be very... interesting.
#117
Posted 15 November 2013 - 02:33 AM
Sterling walked down main street and eventually found the bar. He walked up to the door, brushing some of the dust off of his coat. He slowly swung open the door, let his eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, and walked over to the counter where he had a seat on a dilapidated stool.
#118
Posted 15 November 2013 - 03:13 AM
Outrider stood looking up towards the sun. He had forgotten why he had even come out here in the first place. Taking a deep breath, he reached into his pocket and felt around for a moment before pulling out a roll of paper and tobacco. He had never much cared for those matchbox cigars or stubnoses that ponies always payed a hoof and tail for, preferring to chance those of his own make. With a quick glance, he deftly rolled the paper around a pinch of tobacco before licking the edge of the paper to keep it tight. His hoof went back into his pocket to pull out a match, which he struck from the wooden post he had been leaning on and held under the roll of paper in his mouth until it was red and smoking. Outrider looked back up as he discarded the spent matchstick.
A few minutes passed as he stood huffing smoke out his nostrils. He always tried his best to conserve his cigarettes, but they always seemed to disappear faster than he expected. It made no matter, he had slowed down a bit and felt more relaxed for the time being. Of course, he still had nothing to do until the next morning when he would go and try to find something to do. Maybe he'd speak to the mayor, or the sheriff, if there even was one in this little town. Maybe see if there was a gunsmith around, and a doctor. For the latter he sincerely hoped, knowing that eventually there would be a need to know the doctor well enough to trust him with his life, but it would probably be a while.
For now, though, he felt a dire need to have a little excitement. Tossing the stub of his cigarette down into the dirt, he turned a headed back into the fray. He remembered seeing a blackjack table, as well as a few ponies playing poker by the piano. Poker would suffice for now, though he enjoyed both. He dodged through the crowd and made his way to the table, taking a quick inventory of the ponies at the table and eliciting a grin and a nod from one particular pony who seemed to have a fairly good hoof on the flop. Groans of displeasure erupted from the table as he set down a pair of kings for a full house and took the chips from the table. Good, maybe I'll have a decent challenge for once, Outrider thought to himself as he took a seat at the table and pulled out some bits.
((Wimpeh, would you like to test your rolling skills on a game of poker for a winning of however much you desire? If not, it'll just be a passing fancy. If so, lemme know, and I'll post accordingly. If not, I'll post accordingly.))
#119
Posted 15 November 2013 - 05:43 AM
((Wimpeh, would you like to test your rolling skills on a game of poker for a winning of however much you desire? If not, it'll just be a passing fancy. If so, lemme know, and I'll post accordingly. If not, I'll post accordingly.))
(( sounds fun, but I don't know if my OC would play poker. A note: I'm tired and don't know what's going on so I may have mis read your question... If your question was if you could play poker then ya knock yourself out
#120
Posted 15 November 2013 - 04:23 PM
((sorry sorry I´m busy with college I´m in lunch break now))
Strike completely ignored the mare by accident while serving otehr costumers. He sasw a mare and a stallion sitting on the counter Damn this place is packed Strike grabbed two cups and put them on the counter "What would you two like?"
((that´s you Autumm and Sterling))
#121
Posted 15 November 2013 - 05:17 PM
Edited by Night Breeze, 15 November 2013 - 05:31 PM.
#122
Posted 15 November 2013 - 06:31 PM
Strike poured the whiskey. ''Friend?'' Strike raised an eyebrow after hearing the pony's question. Wow... Just by looking at him I can already tell he's not much of brawler.... His gonna get his flank kicked being all protector of young ladies.... Then again not my problem.. ''And what if somepony is what you gonna do about it?'' Strike eyed him while putting the whiskey bottle back in it's place.
#123
Posted 15 November 2013 - 07:28 PM
#124
Posted 15 November 2013 - 09:38 PM
Tinker had heard the cigar pony actually turn around. Tinker was impressed, and scalded himself for judging so quickly and harshly. he would have to speak with this pony soon. A sudden realization hit him.
"You know I never got you name miss, Mines Tinker." There he was complaining about simple greetings.
((-Zixevak))
Edited by Zixevak, 15 November 2013 - 09:41 PM.
#125
Posted 15 November 2013 - 09:50 PM
"Strong?" Doodlebug asked, raising an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, but I wouldn't call myself strong... Especially not physically." She scuffed her hoof on the floor. "But, uh, I'll leave you to your business, sir." She cocked her head to the side quickly, indicating her leaving. Trotting slowly, she made her way towards the piano.
Sitting on the piano stool, she leaned back on its closed hood and looked at the ceiling. It would probably be a good idea to get a drink just to be polite, but having exactly 0 bits, it was likely that wouldn't really work out. She decided her best bet was to hang around for a while, keeping a low profile until the big stallion of this place came out of his hiding spot. Where the piano was positioned was near to the office door, so she would hear it open when he finally came out.
#126
Posted 15 November 2013 - 10:18 PM
"Quite an interesting gal indeed." Indie smiled as Doodle made her way to the piano. Quite the looker too. Enough distractions! Get a drink and access my plan! He quickly turned to the bartender. "Bartender? What do you recommend for a drink? Nothing too hard, I still need to think clearly." He turned to the pony talking about self-defense. "Canterlot you say? What's a pony from Canterlot doing in a place like this?"
#127
Posted 15 November 2013 - 10:57 PM
Oh boy.... Canterlot... Isn't that the place full of fancy fruity people? Hell if I know. Strike attention was caught by the new snazzy pony. This guy looks like trouble I don't like it. '' Drinks let's see there is Tanglefoot, Forty-Rod, Tarantula Juice, Taos Lightning, Red Eye and Coffin Vanish....'' Strike tapped in his chin ''Uhh... Let's see we also have Cactus Wine and Mule Skinner... What will it be?''
#128
Posted 16 November 2013 - 12:29 AM
Look Ella you need to get your job and go.
#129
Posted 16 November 2013 - 06:20 AM
#130
Posted 16 November 2013 - 06:37 PM
((Wimpeh, aren't you playing NPCs?))
#131
Posted 16 November 2013 - 10:31 PM
((Well I was for a short while, but then everyone started being the mayor and Tud used the owner and now honestly I want to know if you guys want to be some NPCs or just have me be the NPCs.))((Wimpeh, aren't you playing NPCs?))
#132
Posted 16 November 2013 - 10:41 PM
((For me it can work either way
#133
Posted 16 November 2013 - 10:45 PM
((I'd prefer if you did it so I'm not just talking to and interacting with myself. Tudexd, if you've bagged the character, would you be alright with using him again briefly? Doodle literally just needs her waitress uniform thing and she'll be on her merry little way. She's well-qualified in dishing out peanuts and jelly cider-shots.))
#134
Posted 16 November 2013 - 10:51 PM
((Sure I'll do it, but I'm leaving now for a DnD section so I dunno when I'm gonna be back))
#135
Posted 16 November 2013 - 10:54 PM
((I can wait! So can Doodle, she's waiting by the door of the office on the piano stool.))
#136
Posted 17 November 2013 - 01:03 AM
#137
Posted 17 November 2013 - 07:13 PM
#138
Posted 17 November 2013 - 07:26 PM
Its rude of you me to interrupt him when he's talking to that mare... I can wait.
#139
Posted 17 November 2013 - 07:38 PM
Doodlebug flared her nostrils, pounding a hoof on the floor as she slid off of the piano stool she was sitting on. "Well, excuse me sir but that is no way to talk to a lady and you really ought to get your eyes checked out. I was simply sitting on the stool." She patted the purple velvet surface of the piano stool. He probably did have some right to question her, she thought, approaching the owner of the bar.
She stood in front of him, swung her head to move her fringe, then spoke once more. "Sorry for that, though. I was wondering if I could have my uniform, y'see. I applied by mail for a job here as a waitress and was accepted. All I need is my uniform and I'll be on my way."
#140
Posted 17 November 2013 - 07:53 PM
Sterling clench his teeth and gripped his glass tightly, the owner wasn't the kind of pony he was used to. I've gotta get out of here he thought. He dropped his bits on the counter, threw his head back and down his whisk in a couple of gulps. He then hurried out of the bar, slamming the door on his way out.
#141
Posted 18 November 2013 - 02:42 AM
((I'll let you decide whether he wins or loses, Wimpeh, and however much.))
Outrider shot daggers at the other ponies sitting around the table. He received what he gave as he was dealt his two cards and placed out his bet. It was matched and the game started. He played a few rounds, winning and losing some each time like a shifting balance. He couldn't remember how much he had started with compared to what he had now, but he was playing for fun now. Money wasn't an issue or a worry for him. Not that he was rich, by any means, he simply thought little of money and valued it as little as he thought of it.
He looked around again as it was his turn to deal. There was still a lot of commotion in the place. Perhaps all these ponies are new here too. Probably just arrived in town today or shortly before. Or else this place is just always this crowded of an evening, which is also a possibility. The cards landed gently in front of each player and they tilted their cards up just as gently with the tips of their hooves, making sure that no others were looking as they did so. Outrider had a three and a seven. Not much to base a hoof on, but he never opted out of seeing the flop. This is my last game, no matter what happens, I'm starting to get tired. So just play and maybe you'll have a quiet cabin tonight.
#142
Posted 18 November 2013 - 04:50 AM
#143
Posted 18 November 2013 - 05:30 AM
#144
Posted 18 November 2013 - 02:53 PM
#145
Posted 18 November 2013 - 04:26 PM
((Doodlebug has no bits. She's a poor pony and spent literally all her money getting to Appleloosa, gold is her last hope.))
#146
Posted 18 November 2013 - 06:39 PM
((whoops haven't posted in a while, sorry about that))
"Well I see he has come out, I'll leave you to your business. Have a pleasant night Ella." Tinker finishes off his drink and leaves a few extra bits on top of his payment. Feeling a little buzzed he steps toward the door but then spies the blackjack table. Not in this state he thinks to himself. and steps outside to get some air.
((-Zixevak))
#147
Posted 18 November 2013 - 09:02 PM
As Outrider pulled his stack in, he could see that it was somewhat taller than it had been when he started. Better stop now while I'm ahead, he thought. He slid the bits into his pocket and tipped his hat to the others as he stood up. He was rather impressed with himself, he hadn't expected to win. I'm just that good, he grinned, knowing that was probably a big lie, or else that was just luck. Probably just luck, don't ruin it. Putting his back hoof against the leg of his chair, he slid it back under the table before turning and heading for the door.
The air was starting to cool outside in preparation for the evening, but tonight he would have something he wasn't used to: a roof over his head. The thought was welcoming to him upon stepping out the entryway of the bar. He kept quiet and did not look around as he exited, knowing from the past that some ponies waited outside for dirty looks before making their marks, but he kept walking forward anyways safe in the knowledge that he could hold his own in a fight, or at least do some damage if he needed to. His cabin was just up the road a ways, along with most of the others. He wondered who his cabinmate would be, but knew it wouldn't really matter one way or the other.
#148
Posted 18 November 2013 - 10:22 PM
((I guess I'll just leave my app here...))
Let me know if this seems OP or if you have questions about him. I haven't gotten a chance to test-drive him yet.
Edited by KujohTroopa, 18 November 2013 - 10:23 PM.
#149
Posted 18 November 2013 - 11:57 PM
((I'd say he's ok, but if anyone has a problem with it talk to me about it.))((I guess I'll just leave my app here...))
Spoiler
Let me know if this seems OP or if you have questions about him. I haven't gotten a chance to test-drive him yet.
#150
Posted 19 November 2013 - 12:51 AM
#151
Posted 19 November 2013 - 05:18 AM
((No, he can arrive with a lette stating everything the mayor would have said. His cabin number is 2))((Should Craft meet with the mayor before he settles down?))
#152
Posted 19 November 2013 - 08:52 AM
#153
Posted 19 November 2013 - 03:13 PM
#154
Posted 19 November 2013 - 06:40 PM
Doodlebug nodded. Seemed easy enough. "Thank-you, sir." She said with a smile, then began towards his office. The door was already open; her new uniform was hanging on a dresser. The room stank to high heaven of cigarettes and booze, but being used to the scent she didn't notice it all that much. She left the door to the office open - it wasn't her space, she had no right to decide who entered.
Her uniform was a plain black dress with a white blouse to be worn underneath. The mare lifted it off of the hanger and studied it: all the buttons were intact (oddly), but the skirt on the dress was ripped. Shrugging, she put on the shirt and did up the buttons, struggling a little because of her hooves. Unicorns had it easy. She pulled on the dress and zipped it up at the back, then glanced at herself in a cracked mirror sitting at an angle in the corner of the room.
I look just like mum. She thought, a lump appearing in her throat. As much as she respected her mother, she didn't want to go down that path.
#155
Posted 19 November 2013 - 08:42 PM
#156
Posted 19 November 2013 - 09:35 PM
((I'd assume they'd be near where the gold is, so probably near a river outside of town if I assume we'll be panning for the good stuff. Of course, Wimpeh needs to verify.))
#157
Posted 19 November 2013 - 11:00 PM
#158
Posted 19 November 2013 - 11:14 PM
((Could we possibly get a map or a detailed description? Doesn't have to be detailed, can even be done in paint or ASCII, but at least something to visualize it?))
#159
Posted 19 November 2013 - 11:21 PM
#160
Posted 20 November 2013 - 05:05 PM
((Shitty shitty webcam quality, but here's my interpretation. For the first image, the saloon is labelled 'Sal.', train station labelled 'T.', town hall labelled 'TH.', hat shop (?) has a hat on it: all other buildings are whatever else. For the second image, the river is in blue, cabin one in green, cabin two in purple, cabin three in orange and cabin four in black. This seem ok? I just copied the map of Appleloosa (mappleloosa, anyone?) from show screenshots.
Edited by Squint, 20 November 2013 - 05:06 PM.
#161
Posted 20 November 2013 - 11:28 PM
#162
Posted 21 November 2013 - 04:23 AM
Sterling meandered down main street, occasionally kicking rocks out of his way. When he reached his cabin, he choose not to go inside, but just had a seat on the front porch and watched the dusty street.
#163
Posted 21 November 2013 - 04:53 AM
Tinker enjoyed the slightly buzzed feeling he had going and meandered back to his cabin. He noticed a pony with a cart, Tinker found that entertaining but didn't think on it too hard. Good old number 2, he opened the door and clicked it shut behind him. This was an odd day and decided to just lay down and read for a while.
((whatever happened to dice?))
((-Zixevak))
#164
Posted 21 November 2013 - 05:23 AM
#165
Posted 21 November 2013 - 06:21 AM
#166
Posted 21 November 2013 - 02:47 PM
The owner turned to rose and gave her a look. '' Oh yes I'm sure we can fit you right in in the 'entertainment' here please go get your uniform I'm going to the bank now you go get to know the rest of the staff will ya ''
Edited by tudexd, 21 November 2013 - 02:47 PM.
#167
Posted 21 November 2013 - 03:25 PM
#168
Posted 21 November 2013 - 07:09 PM
Doodlebug looked up to Rose from the corner of the office. The lilac mare had still been looking at herself in the mirror, taking in the washed-out white colour of the shirt and the tear on the back of the skirt. Being a new employee, she figured that she would have at least three days of abuse before being accepted in the clique of the saloon. Maybe if she mentioned she was from Dodge, she'd get off the hook, but it was unlikely.
Rose, however, seemed a little more confident. Or instead, ignorant. It was possible she was wrong, but it seemed the mare had no clue about what it was like to work at a saloon filled with drunken stallions.
"Hey," Doodle started, "You new here too?"
#169
Posted 21 November 2013 - 08:42 PM
#170
Posted 21 November 2013 - 09:08 PM
((I'm sure that there would be some kind of inn in Appleloosa, or some residents who are willing to rent out rooms. Or, maybe Craft could pitch a tent!))
#171
Posted 21 November 2013 - 09:19 PM
#172
Posted 21 November 2013 - 11:07 PM
Ella turned around to see another mare in the owners office. "Oh... Yes I'm new... Well I was born in Appleoosa, but.... I'm sorry I'm a bit tongue-tied today. I'm Ella Rose." She extended her hoof out and put a small smile on her face.
#173
Posted 21 November 2013 - 11:34 PM
#174
Posted 21 November 2013 - 11:37 PM
((Wouldn't an entire building cost a whole lot more than the 100 bits everypony starts off with? I'd say that just setting up a tent-stall kinda thing like there is in Ponyville market would be the best idea, considering what few bits he has.))
"I see, nice to make your acquaintance." Doodle took hold of Ella's hoof firmly and shook it twice. "I'm a country girl myself, too. Dodge, born and bred. Been working in places like these a couple times..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at the floor, scuffing her hoof. She waited for Rose's response, not wanting to talk for too long.
((Not really, Sq just needs sleep and that's the average post length here anyways.))
Edited by Squint, 22 November 2013 - 12:09 AM.
#175
Posted 22 November 2013 - 02:00 AM
((Yes his name is John Deer.....))
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"I heard Dodge is a great place. It's nice getting to know that I'm not the only mare working here." She took a few steps out of the office until she noticed that Doodlebug hasn't come out. "Hey, he told me to talk to the other ponies working here and to gt to know them.... Do you want to come over to my cabin later?" Ella folded her clothes neatly and put them in her saddle bag.
#176
Posted 22 November 2013 - 04:09 AM
#177
Posted 22 November 2013 - 05:15 AM
#178
Posted 22 November 2013 - 05:40 AM
#179
Posted 22 November 2013 - 03:17 PM
"Alright... What do you have?" He said sitting down on a chair.
This boy sure is a determined unicorn.
#180
Posted 22 November 2013 - 08:28 PM
#181
Posted 22 November 2013 - 11:00 PM
#182
Posted 22 November 2013 - 11:27 PM
#183
Posted 22 November 2013 - 11:57 PM
The sun lowered itself to the horizon and light poured through the single window of the office. Doodlebug decided she ought to head over to her cabin now; she may have done no work, but it was getting on in the day and she definitely wasn't in the mood for walking down to her new home in the dark.
The keys to her cabin (number three, if she remembered correctly) jingled in her bag. The sound made her think of home - it was similar to the sound of one of her dad's booze bottles smashing against the wall, or the floor... Or that one time, her own mother's hide. Her pa had been out all evening that night. She didn't know the time, but she was woken by the sound of the creaky front door swinging open and slamming against the wooden sliding.
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"Where's that fiiiine woman of mine?!" His voice was clear in Doodle's mind. He swung the door back shut behind him, taking uneven steps into the small shack. Her mother was in the living room, asleep on the moth-eaten goldenrod yellow armchair. As he entered, she awoke. Doodle was in her room, but opened the door a peep and peered through it.
"Honey, you would not belieeeeve the guys at the poker table tooo-night. Reeeal clever. I put in my all, I tellsss ya." He was holding an empty green-glassed bottle and shunted it down upon the splintered wooden dining table.
Upon hearing about poker, Doodle's mother instantly came to her senses. "Poker? Tell me you didn't--" She was shortly interrupted.
"I deeeiiid. And I was so close. Coulda bought you sumin' nice with that money!! But those guys... They cheated, I tells ya!!!" Blatantly, he was attempting an excuse. It did not go unnoticed.
"I needed that money. We have nothing in the pantry, sweetie." Her mother's tone was assertive.
"An' you ain't got nothing in that dumb shit head of yours, have you?! Buckin' woman." He picked up the glass bottle from the table, holding it above his head. "You're gonna shut up right now."
"I'M NOT!!! I'm tired of shutting up! Brawny, I can't live like this, DOODLE can't live like this. We are bringing up a child, and--"
The glass bottle shattered on her mother's head. She collapsed into the shards of green glass. Doodle returned to her room.
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Doodlebug reached her cabin and open it instantly. Tears were streaming down her soft violet cheeks, her eyes were reddened. Her legs shook as she trudged towards her bed, then lay down. I left my mum alone with him...
((Traumatic past oooooooooooooh))
Edited by Squint, 22 November 2013 - 11:58 PM.
#184
Posted 23 November 2013 - 12:24 AM
Indie quietly thought about his choices. "I'll take the..." His head turned to see the owner leaving his room and acquainting himself with the mares. Well isn't he something." Indie sarcastically chuckled and looked back to the bar tender. "So... Yeah, right the uhh Forty-Rod. I'll take that good sir."
#185
Posted 23 November 2013 - 12:59 AM
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Ella scanned the bar one last time before she took a deep breathe and left.
I should go home and patch this dress up... Make it look less tattered.
She walked all around town until finally she got back to the farmland where her cabin was. The mare grabbed her key and opened the door. She went inside and went to her bedroom were she layed on the bed. "Uhh... I'm tired." Ella moaned turned around so she could lay on her back.
Edited by Wimpeh129, 23 November 2013 - 01:01 AM.
#186
Posted 23 November 2013 - 01:22 AM
#187
Posted 23 November 2013 - 05:22 AM
#188
Posted 23 November 2013 - 05:28 AM
#189
Posted 23 November 2013 - 06:29 AM
"Ok then, son. This place is yours. Feel free to do whatever you want..." He paused before continuing his sentence. "Whatever you want... As long as its legal." John chuckled, gathered his things, and left the building.
#190
Posted 23 November 2013 - 01:30 PM
#191
Posted 23 November 2013 - 01:54 PM
((Just walk there, teleportation is a tricky spell.))
#192
Posted 25 November 2013 - 03:29 AM
((Do we have an approximate time of day?))
Craft smiled at John's joke and walked into his newly bought building. He looked at the empty room. The flooring looked decent, but the walls were quite bare. "Well, it needs work, and I'm going to need some lumber for shelves and a counter." He took another glance around. "And maybe some paint. But it can wait." Craft walked out and locked the door behind him.
#193
Posted 25 November 2013 - 12:05 PM
#194
Posted 25 November 2013 - 12:35 PM
"Forty rod....Wait a bit'' Strike turned back to grab the drink and poured into the small cup.
((I really have no idea what to do))
#195
Posted 27 November 2013 - 06:58 AM
Edited by Purple Shadows, 28 November 2013 - 08:24 AM.
#196
Posted 27 November 2013 - 07:08 PM
((Cabins are a single floor, they don't have an upstairs. They usually just have a kitchen/dining room/living room, bathroom and sufficient bedrooms: in this case, two. They're basic, and bear in mind that this is set in old Equestria, so everything is simple. No gas or electricity, just wood burners and candles. Here's a plan of a cabin, I'll assume they're all built the same:
))
#197
Posted 11 January 2014 - 05:17 PM
Edited by Night Breeze, 11 January 2014 - 05:26 PM.
#198
Posted 19 January 2014 - 11:06 PM
Laying face down on her bed with her white pillow over her head, Doodlebug didn't hear Sterling enter. However, when he spoke, she heard it as a mumble. The mare took the pillow from her head and put it back on the bed, squashing it from the sides so it perked up. With a sniff, she rubbed her wetted eyes.
Sitting up, she replied: "Sorry, I've just never really been away from my family..." She gave him the typical answer. Damn it, she thought, that just makes me seem childish. I guess it's the truth, though, even if it's twisted. Trying to at least not be intimidating, she turned around and faced the stallion. He had a pale green - almost white - body, a blue and purple mane. It was hard to tell what his cutie mark was with blurry vision as she had from crying.
"You in this cabin too?"
#199
Posted 19 January 2014 - 11:20 PM
"Yes, I was wondering who my roommate would be... Pleased to meet you" Sterling gave a polite nod toward the mare. "So... first time away from your family? I know what that's like" Sterling flinched as memories of his own parents, before he had been sent to the orphanage, flashed through his mind. "My names Sterling Hooves. May I ask your name?"
Edited by Night Breeze, 20 January 2014 - 11:26 PM.
#200
Posted 19 January 2014 - 11:33 PM
"Pleased to meet you too."
"Um, I'm Doodlebug-- As in, um, dowsing-- Not the weapon." Doodlebug interrupted herself. She glanced quickly towards her bag that was leaned against her bed, knowing it contained her rods. They had worked like a charm for finding water during drought season back in Dodge Junction. With any luck, they'd be just as effective with finding gold. "Finding things is my talent", said she, pointing out her cutie mark: a twisted dowsing rod over an ovular eye.
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