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[riddlestyx]

(( Both accepted. And okay Gumball. ^^ ))

[~Octavia]

{ooc:1/2 of my form is complete on page 1, one pony is done.}

[morris.]

OOC;
I have one question, when do we start?

[riddlestyx]

(( Once Torr59's form is posted. ^^ ))

[Quikkoon]

((Won't be on tomorrow. Just letting you guys know if you start by then. ))

[Airmid]

((8D I feel so loved <3 and it's posted now c:))

[peachie.]

{{ To let you guys know that I wont be very active from monday to the 7th of febuary. I am going away on vacation. ^^;

[twilight sparkle]

{I'll start, if that's okay.}

Owl Song (Owl)

I sighed, setting down my bags. Home, sweet home. I thought, glancing around at the almost empty, forsaken looking apartment. I hadn't been back in a while, what with my studies and all. The place had a distinctive feel of absence, but maybe that was just from all the white. I'll change that at some point, I thought, making a mental note to buy some paint the next time I was at the store. Maybe I could do a mural or something.
Taking a deep breath a blew at what I knew to be a layer of dust off of my couch. It didn't move. I sighed. "This place could stand to be cleaned" I murmured, removing the couch cover with my magic and then walking it over to the washer. I then proceeded to move the rest of the pillow cases and the bean bag chair cover. Then, with a few button pokes, the rhythmic squishing and squelching of the washer began, making me feel as if I was not completely alone. Expect for the fact, I knew, despite the strange noises of the washer, I was.
I walked out over to one of my many large windows to survey the grounds. The sky, tinted a beautiful azure, was almost cloudless-only a few white puffs were sparsely scattered around. Flowers bloomed along the cobblestone path which I knew led up to the front door, and the grass was a perfect green. It was beautiful, and I wondered, for a second, why I was not out there. But I was to lazy to go down stairs and outside that way. So, being me, I levitated a book out my back door, and sat on my balcony, facing the street, reading.

[peachie.]

{{ I will follow the flow C;

Cake Wing flew low to the ground through the park. She had just finished unpacking and setting up her store which seemed like it took forever. She turned lightly to the left, swerving around a tree. Finally her small home came into site. It was a beautiful house, in her mind at least. The outside of the house was covered with light brown bricks. The windows of her house were large and each had a box of flowers underneath. The door of her house stood out, it was bright red. She smiled and lowered herself to the ground and walked the rest of the way up the walk way. She opened the door and strolled into her silent home. Cake Wing walked over to her big and soft lime green couch and laid down. She was tired from all that work and she wanted to doze off into a peaceful dream but she couldn't now. She wanted to meet some neighbours. She had only been in Morgan Chester for two days and she hadn't met a single pony. The first day was unpacking her home and the second, today, was unpacking her store. She sighed and slowly lifted off into the air and headed for the door.

[morris.]

Flick
. . wonderbolt / male / adult . .


____Cool air rushed against the stallion's face, it was nothing special, just a faint reminder he wasn't in Cloudsdale, his home. He was visiting this place so unspecial to him, the name of this town slipped from his brain so easily. 'Come on! Lets go! It'll be a blast . . .' Spitfire would say as she nudged Flick along. But where was Spitfire? Brownnosing the princess with her mediocre moves of course. Typical Spitfire. For now, Flick would have to get used to this place, and his home above the city on a rooftop. It would only be for a few short weeks, right, and then a show. Oh he couldn't wait for the show. He'd dazzle the viewing audience with moves filled with sparks, and all kinds of shades of fire. It would be amazing, he just knew it. For now, all there was to do was practice, practice, practice. With that, he pulled his wonderbolt hood up, over his face, and his goggles down, over his eyes.

A few short moments of preparation, and the 'bolt was flying high in the sky at a fast speed of nearly 80 miles per hour. Flick spirled, Flick turned, going right through clouds making rings of them all. His wings flapped furiously much like that of a dragon fly who would never stop flying. His orange mane flew back from the wind pushing it so far back. Flick felt free, alive. But all fun came to a end, or even a short break. Flick slowed down, going slower and slower through the clouds he passed. And in no time. He was hovering effortlessly in the sky. He slowly let himself down like that of a helicopter landing on a building. Soon he felt the sensation of his hooves touching the cobblestone path. The Wonderbolt slipped off his goggles to rest on his neck. "That was great," he said in mere amusement.