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[мосна]

(I will join tomorrow, I'm meant to be asleep)

[whoopsydaizy]

Lucky Bug

Lucky Bug trotted the streets of Morgan Chester, her luggage balanced unevenly on both of her sides. She was having a hard time keeping perfect balance, her steps wobbly. She was moving in today; so her luggage was heavy. She tried to balance the bags with her wings even, but those didn't make much of an improvement. She hadn't noticed Flick had just landed, as she staggered, her right side pulling her to the ground, and bumping into Flick.

"Oof!"

Coughed out Lucky Bug, as she made contact with the cobble stone. She blew slightly on her mane, which was now covering one eye. She quickly stood up, letting the bags slide off her.

"I'm sorry..! I didn't mean to bump into you.."

Lucky Bug mumbled something to herself, her front limb rubbing her other. A small blush of embarrassment crept onto her face. She hadn't realized that she just left Flick on the ground, without offering help.

"Oh - sorry! Do you want any help?"

[Airmid]

BlazeFire

The crimson stallion cracked an eye open warily. Groaning from under the covers; he looked to his right at his most hated enemy. The alarm clock. But, the time that the blasted thing showed made Blaze stop and start. It was late. Incredibly late. With a brief an unattractive flail of various limbs, he managed to sit up. Grasping the alarm clock, he stared at it in shock. The light seeping through the drapes only confirmed that the male had slept in far, far too long. He abruptly stood up, which seemed like quite a shock on his body. Causing him to wobble and fall over. Even though no pony was around, his cheeks burned with embarrassment. FrostBolt was going to murder him for sleeping on her couch for so long. How to avoid his friends wrath-? Run away of course ! Gulping down a glass of tap water, he pulled open the nearest window. Before fluttering down to the ground; he noticed his room-mates iPod just casually sitting on the side. She wouldn't miss it right ? And Blaze really really, needed to go for a little run. Like lightening, he grabbed the piece of technology, shoved the headphones in his ears and set it to shuffle. The stallion then leapt out of the window and landed on the ground neatly. A satisfied smirk on his face. Letting his brain switch off for a moment, he began his daily jogging exercises. Most pegesi thought it was strange that Blaze enjoyed a good run every now and again. But- you need to keep all your body active. Not just your wings. He'd tried telling them that...but they'd just ignore him. Give him respect because he was a WonderBolt and whatnot. As he trotted on the familiar route, he happened to notice a unicorn on her balcony, reading. Blaze stopped for a moment, and examined her. He'd never seen her before. 'She must be new' his brilliant mind deduced. He probably looked like some kind of stalker, casually staring at her like that. But- Blaze was to oblivious to even notice that.

[morris.]

Flick
. . wonderbolt / male / adult . .


____A few short seconds passed as the stallion managed to shake the messy from his mane. In no time he was bringing his head back up and looking around. Landed safely, than goodness. He pulled down his wonderbolt hood from his face, but before he could to so, he was being taken down to the ground due to his unprepared posture. There he lay on his chest and chin on the cobble stone. He watched at\s the mare said her sorrys, walked a few paces, but suddenly stopped and asked if he needed help. He automatically noticed her face turn a shade of pink. She's blushing? he asked himself before fluttering his wings and standing up again.

There was the messy he had just shaken out of his mane back in action, maybe worse. Flick shook his neck lowering his head as he did so to fix his hair. "No you're fine, you're fine," he smiled appropriately with a slight side nod. He quickly checked himself for any scratches or scrapes, the pavement was indeed cobblestone and sharp. He looked back up, meeting her gaze. But quickly refrained from doing so and looked at her wings. A Pegasus? No way! He was now filled with glee. "Need any help with those bags?

[mrose]

Username:mrose123

Character's Name:Heartfull

Gender:Female

Age:Young adult

Species:Unicorn

Description (I'm not exactly sure if this was supposed to be her history or her appearance, so please correct me if this is in the wrong place. ) : She was raised by her older brother because her parents never cared about her. One day she had decided to make sure no foals were treated badly, like her parents had treated her and her brother. Heartfull volunteered at a local daycare, and just a few days after volunteering, she had gotten her cutie mark. A few years later, she had opened up her own daycare and was happily caring for foals ever since.

Personality:Bubbly, kind, cheerful, enthusiastic

Cutie Mark:A baby bottle

Talent: Taking care of foals.

Likes: Foals, playing around, applesauce,

Dislikes: Bullies, crying, getting hurt, flirty ponies

Family: She has a mom and a dad and a older brother.

Crush/Mate: None.

Occupation: She owns and works at her daycare.

House: She lives in a small cottage next to her daycare.

Other?: None.

I'm PMing you about the store, but since I'm not sure if this is auto-accept for if you have to approve, I'll just wait. Please tell me if I did anything wrong with the form, or if the way I roleplay seems iffy. And sorry if I'm redundant. I tend to repeat myself. And sometimes I'm unactive. I'll try to post often.

[~Octavia]

Metropolitan
Metropolitan slowly opened the door to her house, and let in a sharp gasp.
"This-this place is much, much bigger than I thought...maybe I'll look around when I come back. First I've got to check out my studio.."
Metro set her bags down, and shut the door behind her. She began to walk down the street, and passed a number of stores that looked interesting, yet some had dusty storefronts and displays. Finally arriving at her studio, she opened the door and walked in.

"This is awesome! The stage is huge!" Metro whinnied before rushing onto the stage and beginning to recite lines. A sudden crash snapped her out of her reverie, and she shrieked.
"Oh, that was merely the door shutting. No worries!" Still, she stepped down and began to look at the dancing and singing areas.
"Hmm..I still need mentors for that..hopefully I'll find some."

After sweeping up and locking the door again, she walked out in the street. She saw two Pegasus who appeared to have fallen talking to each other, and she made her way over.
"Um, hello! I'm Metropolitan and I was wondering if either of you knew anywhere good to eat? I just moved here, so..." Metro scraped the ground below her hooves while waiting for an answer.

[whoopsydaizy]

(Late reply, I wasn't here.)

Lucky Bug

Lucky Bug shook her head, lowering her snout and sliding the bags back onto her back. She had a small scratch on her snout, but that was just it. 'My snout stings, maybe I cut myself..' she thought to herself before letting the embarrassed blush fade. She froze for a moment, moving her right wing, hoping she didn't damage her fake lady bug armor, or the wing itself. As she caught sight of it; the wing and armor was fine. She sighed in relief, paying her attention back to Flick.

"I just got you tumbled to the ground.. asking for help would be too much to ask."

Lucky Bug admitted. Her right bag pulled her down slightly, causing her to lean to the right slightly. She stretch her wings out in strain from the bags, while studying Flick to make sure she hadn't caused him an injury.

[coelagirl]

Noble Heart

Stupid party. Stupid cloaks. Stupid not-assassins. Stupid paranoia. Noble Heart glowered out the window of the train. How was SHE supposed to know that pony wasn't an assassin? She wasn't. Just because she had arrested the Duke of Arab for looking suspicious didn't mean she was stressed and overworked. No it didn't. But the Princess had INSISTED she take a vacation, despite the fact that there were much better things she could be doing. Her Ladyship had even gone so far as to call in the Captain of the royal guards who had ORDERED her to take some time off (An undisclosed amount.) And she had argued. You were never supposed to argue with a superior officer. Her career in canterlot was, most likely, over. Noble's hand went her flank, albeit covered in armour. The helmet shaped cutie mark was there. Guarding was the only thing she could do. Her father, Valor Heart, had done it before her.
"ALL OFF FOR MORGANCHESTER" she conductors voice slashed a hole in Nobles thoughts. She rose, Sung her bags across her back and disembarked.
Her temporary home looked small and quiet, nothing like Canterlot. There were ponies, yes, but not as many. There were shops, yes, but they looked... unimportant, compared to Canterlot's glorious displays. And there was no one to guard. She sighed. This was going to be one BORING vacation.
The train rolled away and Noble was left on the platform

GemCutter

GemCutter was moving in. Finally. After weeks of packing, worrying, filling out forms, and traveling to Morganchester, he was about to reap the fruits of his labors. Gem had long dreamed of taking a sabbatical to learn from another jeweler pony, but there weren't any accepting, but one.
And so he was here now.
Then, there was the house. It was small, but big enough. It had also come already furnished, so Gem's only true possessions were what he carried in his bags.
He set clip-clopped off to explore the ground floor and found a Kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and living room as well as the foyer he had entered into. On the second floor there was a bedroom, which he set his bags down in, and another room. Curiously, GemCutter peeked inside. In the center of the room, facing a Huge window, there was a heavy work desk, outfitted with paper, pencils, and a huge magnifying glass.
With a small smile, Gem cantered back down the stairs and out the door to explore the town.

[Chry]

Chrystal Night!

Currently in her store, speaking to an NPC Customer Pony

"I'm very sorry ma'am, but this isn't a real diamond, its a Cubic Zirconia. I have no idea where you could pick this up from, as its exceedingly rare,"
"Rare? How rare? How much is it worth?" the pony asked Chrystal.
"Rare doesn't always equate value. This particular stone you have, is worthless. I will, however, purchase it from you for 35 dollars* if you wish to sell it,"
"No, no thats ok. I just wanted it appraised. Thank you Chrystal,"
"You're most welcome ma'am. Have a lovely day."
The smile on Chrystals face faltered slightly as the customer left her store. Why did everypony seem to think that all their old jewellery was a step up in the world of riches. She had seen so many heirlooms this week, and each pony claiming it was valuable and worth a lot of money. Chrystal sighed. She had squashed many dreams this week and it was beginning to fray her nerves. She picked up her Loupe** and began calculating the carat of a very deep sapphire.

[[ * - What do we plan on using for currency xD?
** - a Loupe is a Jewellers microscope. That thing that put over their eye to see the diamond more closely ]]

[morris.]

Flick
. . wonderbolt / male / adult . .


____Flick studied Lucky Bug for a little while longer, that was until he glanced over to see yet another pony. Is this place just filled with mares? He asked himself with a slight smile on his face. "Oh boy I wish i knew, but, sadly this is my first time visiting Morganchester, us Wonderbolts usually don't come to towns like these," He explained, his green eyes darting up to the sky. He turned his attention back to Lucky Bug. "Oh trust me, a bump or a bruise is nothing compared to the extremes I face each day, a simple chore like carrying a bag to help a pretty mare would only do me justice," Flick smiled, and winked slightly. "Its the least I could do for even blocking the path like some fool," he continued to explain why it was so important for him to help her.

Flick glanced back at Metropolitan, then Lucky Bug. "I'm Flick, by the way," he thought it would be smart to introduce himself to both the mares if they were to speak to him, it was the polite thing to do. He patiently waited for a reply from either one of the mares, but mostly Lucky Bug. He just had to help her, something inside of him would make him. Maybe it was the way the she was sloping to one side like a poor little filly tugging along a weight on her right side.