HI~~~ My name is Pie_Muncher. You can call me Pi. I like drawing ponies, but I usually fail. -_-' I've already made one successful one, and I'm working on one right now. I wish I could post the picture of the pony on here so bad..... I feel like taping it onto the screen. ^_^ Oh well. My next pony is going to be a pony that has the cutie mark on here. And I'm Asian. Not Spanish. ADIOS!
Snow Mark set down her quill as she stared dejectedly at the massive pile of papers before her, all needing her reading and deciding what to do with them. Everything from weekly reports on each sector of Mark Co to warnings of new regulations and incoming audits of different parts of the sprawling, complex business that was Mark Co. She rubbed her eyes and looked around her study sadly, she needed a day off, it's been too long and she's been working far too much. she pulled over a blank sheet of paper and began writing a letter to the Board of Directors in warning. Come tomorrow, she would have the next week off, her first ever real break.... (RP starts the following day)
Finally it was half term nationwide. While it should be a great thing for teachers and students Silver had a LOT of marking to do. Though she thought she'd start it later on. Silver had a whole week to do it and honestly all she wanted was to get her mothers pink pearl necklace fixed. Sadly it was broken by one of her year 10 students who thought that those types of jewelry were only for old grannies. She grabbed the pieces and headed out smiling.
(it'll look familiar to Robin, but hey, it's already worked up.) Saul stumbled in Ponyville. Finally. Destination. No more trains and rides and carriages; he finally arrived and was ready to settle in a calm-looking city, away from the stressfull life full of lights and sounds of Canterlot. Especially the night life. Lost in his thoughts, he passed the town hall; Looking around him, he couldn't recognize anything. He sighed, and looked at the street names. ''Camborlia, Castin, Marshpound... Wher'e's town hall, anyways?'' A (Stalking) pony heard him, and pointed backwards. ''This way good sir, you just appear to 've skipped a few streets. Go back down the road, and turn left at the candy shop; you can't miss it.'' Saul turned to the brown-colored pony, smiling. ''Well thank you, my friend. I've just arrived from Canterlot; I'm a little lost here. Could you also point me towards the Everfree forest- my new boss told me she lived nearby, on...'' Saul searched in his saddlebag, taking out an agenda. Opening it to the present day, he read a few seconds, before exclaiming himself ''ObscuraSilva!...?'' The other pony tilted his head. ''I'm not from that part of Ponyville; if you look for that city's ''district'', you might find out at the Town hall. Sorry.'' Saul beamed, an eye twitching slightly. ''It's nothing, kind sir, i'll find out somehow. Have a nice day, and see you around!'' The other pony mumbled a few words, before going away. Saul turned back, walking towards Town hall. ''It's a beautifull day, at least...'' He thought about Canterlot. And why he left, sighing.
Nightshade looked at her three newest students and sighed. "Well, girls, that was... interesting, to say the least. I still can't figure out how you managed to set the heavy bag on fire." The Unicorn in the trio blushed slightly. "Sorry, Miss Nightshade." "That's fine, accidents happen. I just think it might be best if you tried something different to get your cutie marks. I really don't think this is working out." After the fillies left, Nightshade looked at the clock. It was almost noon, and her next class didn't start until three o'clock. She decided to go out for lunch, and then maybe go for a walk in the park.
Crimson sat down on the porch of his home, repairing a broken string on one of his many musical instruments. The instrument, a ukulele, was still in excellent condition despite its extreme age of almost a century old. As he sat down on his porch, he watched ponies walk past of his home on the outskirts of Ponyville leading towards the direction of Canterlot. It was usually not this busy, but it seemed that the small town was starting to gain some attention from travelers. Nonetheless, he looked around the street greeting anypony that went past. As a short period of time had passed, the string on his instrument had been repaired. Happy with his result, he spent the remainder of the hour playing songs that he knew of, or simply made up on the spot.
Eluuna placidly placed the piece of dough on the floured marble counter top, and stared out the window as she kneaded it. Her bakery was calm, with only a few people coming in to buy pastries, or cake orders. With a small sigh, she wiped her hair off her face. Typical Monday, of course.
NarrowLeaf sighed, and grabbed a glass. "I-I kinda hope n-no one comes in..." he mumbled to himself, cleaning a glass with a rag. "Well, I-I kinda need money..."
After a small visit to the Town Hall, Saul decided it would be time to at least pay his new ''home'' a visit. But he will clearly avoid it; a small piece of terrain with a small house, in a peacefull street? This will never be home. And he only brought his agenda, his papers, and a lot of bits. Enough to get some furniture, and survive until his new payroll. According to the papers given by the mayor, his ''house'' was near the town's economical center, and near his new workplace. ''Ponyville's psychological bureau. What a clever, but horrible name for an office.'', he thought out loud. He soon walked past a few restaurants; his stomach begged him for food, but his earlier ride's state left him kind of... Sick. So, no food until the evening. Another problem solved; he won't have to buy food yet. But he'll need to find his boss's home, as she mentionned ''exterior office'' in her letters. A certain old pony with no knowledge of psychology, but with enough knowledge on how to run an office. he sighed. He missed his old routine, living in the center of the city, working at the castle. But he needed to retire from this stressfull life, and to find his place somewhere else. Now, where was i? He looked around. He lost himself in his thoughts, and lost himself again. But this time, the familiar scent of flour and freshly baked bread snapped him out of his thoughts. Well maybe he lied to himself about his hinger and sickness; a croissant would certainly feed him enough until the evening. He walked to the door, opening it with his black, translucid magic. He almost jumped when he heard the doorbell, but regained his composure enough to get in the line of ponies. And wait.
Eluuna served the last pony, and turned to the next customer who just came in. She knew that she was not incredibly book smart, however, she prided herself in being very intuitive, and saw a flash of.. what? Loneliness? Homesickness? Whatever it was, this pony was obviously upset, a contrast to the other cheerful ponies in line. She took a warm pumpkin cake out of the over, and iced it carefully with a cinnamon and maple icing. "How can I help you?" she asked gently, not wishing to pry, as she sliced up the cake to replenish the swiftly draining sample tray.
Snow trotted through pony, happily humming a tune to herself as she trotte with a picnic basket in her mouth, heading for Ponyville Park for a nice lunch after a, for once, stress free morning, but then again, she slept for most of it. It wasn't often she got this sort of luxury, so she was milking it as much as she could already. Barely watching where she was going, just barely enough to avoid running into ponies and to be heading in the right direction, she trotted through the marketplace, where the smells of the multiple restaurants all mixed together to make a heavenly smell that tried to entice her to them, but she already held proprietary ownership over each shop, owing her rent every month, but it was a rock-bottom rate, so they were more than happy to pay it to a stable owner than one that could potentially collapse at any time. Heck, most of Ponyville was technically Mark Co property, same with Canterlot in the non-royal controlled areas, and half f Manehatten and Fillydelphia. Snow decided to stop in the middle of the market and looked around, then remembered she had brought several White Hope flowers with her, and so decided to pay each restaurant a visit to gift them some as a gift spice, after all, White Hope was renown for its great taste in food, and since she was the only one in the world that knew how to grow them...well, it would be a nice treat for them!
♪"And if your gonna come back me, then just let me believe...."♪ Crimson still practiced on his ukelele, but added lyrics out of the top of his mind to make the already beautiful sounding song even more so. After some customization from switching his ukelele to an acoustic guitar, he was even happier with his work. He was surprised that he never decided to produce an album, since music was one of his special talents and also his favorite. He eventually got his instrument, locked his home and headed outwards to find somewhere to perform in Ponyville. It did not matter where; the dark red unicorn would enjoy playing in any temperature or location. After some traveling across and even a hint of bribery, he managed to score a performance in one of Ponyville’s best restaurants. He would be performing within the next hour, and the Unicorn had never been happier about performing for a long time.
Nightshade bought something called a 'cherrychanga' from a rather energetic pink pony at Sugarcube Corner, and flew to the park to enjoy her lunch in peace. She quickly found a a comfortable bench in the shade and ate in silence, watching the other residents of Ponyville going by as they went about their daily routines. She sighed. They were all so... boring.
Golden would sigh, in both relief and in complaint, she was spending yet another day cooped up in her Shop, re fitting small gemstones back into jewelery! This was what? The fifteenth? Twentieth ear-ring she had to do! She was longing for company! Whether it would be from a customer walking into her store and making an order, or even just browsing, or a miracle end to the line of things she had to do to keep her small business running!
Silver entered through the shop door. Her smile brighter than ever. "Good morning. How's business been? Oh, also could you fix this necklace for me. It's my grandmothers so about 60 years old." Silver spoke to golden in a cheery and friendly tone while her eyes inspected Golden's body with an approving nod.
Golden looks up smiling, the first break she has had in ages! Finally! A customer! "Morning Sir! Well... there's not too much business here to be honest. You're the first in here in a while." She blinks, thinking for a second, sentimental valued things were harder to fix, she couldn't risk damaging it further or changing anything, "And sure! Let me at it" She piped happily! In turn she too did a look over Silver, quite liking what she saw!
For the first time today, Saul didn't daydream, or lost himself in his thoughts. But he sure felt the weight of somepony's eyes on him, studying him a little. That was when he looked right in her eyes. He felt her empathy. He hated when other ponies played psychologists; it was his job, after all. He sighed silently, knowing he won't be leaving the bakery soon. Might he leave with a friend, or confused pony behind the counter. ''Hello, dear. Might i have a croissant, please?'', he said with an half-smile.
Narrowleaf ducked under the counter as Snow walked in. "W-Welcome..." he whimpered. "Please, d-don't rob me." He poked his head over the counter and weakly waved.
"Oh, its ma'am not sir." she said jokingly. "You know I have time to spend so because you seem really nice I might stay here with you. Get to know each other better." She smiled at Golden waiting for an answer.
