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by gap » Thu Oct 10, 2013 12:58 am
M Y - P R O F I L E
Username ;;
loaf
Reason ;;
This pony is a pleasure to my eyes.
She's so beautiful in so many ways it's
just asdfghjkl. I love her waitressing
cutie mark and the basic idea of her.
She reminds me of the saloon times
where there were tumble weeds and
cowboys, so that explains the story.
I love her "rustic" feel and just, her.
P R I M A R Y - I N F O R M A T I O N
Name ;;
Cornelia
Nicknames ;;
Cori, Cor, Nel
Gender ;;
Female
Birthday ;;
July 13
D E E P E R - I N T O
T H E - M I N D
Zodiac ;;
Cancer,
She is hard on the outside, but a true
sweetheart on the inside.
Birthstone ;;
Ruby
Personality ;;
Cornelia can be stubborn, but she is
be as sweet as can be. Just like a Sour
Patch Kid, huh? She is jealous of others
and their talents, being a blank flank for
a while, and she will seem a bit cruel and
hateful to them. But in reality she secretly
hates herself and wishes to be another
pony that she spies and sees that she favors
more.
L I K E S - A N D - D I S L I K E S
Likes ;;
feathers
corsets
tea
waitressing
waiters
singing
dancing
the saloon
Dislikes ;;
showdowns
"This town ain't big enough fer da two of us" kinda people
wealthy class
green
M A S T E R P I E C E
Story ;;
Work Day -
The breeze settled down and the tumbleweeds stopped,
as to say that the showdown was now serious. It all started
with the same thing. "This town ain't big enough fer da two
of us." Of course it was! All you see are the darnedest
things like tumble weeds and the occasional customer.
I am of course serving at the good ole' Alise Saloon.
A showdown is about as exciting as it gets here and
everyone in town is here, even my boss. He's sitting
in the old rocking chair in the front with the women lined
up at his feet like wild dogs. The bugs flew around them
in the hot summer heat as the two cowboys stood there.
They stared at each other soundlessly and motionlessly.
I rolled my eyes and went inside to get another tray of
ale. "Whatcha doin' waitressin' on sutcha' hot day?"
Clide asked. He always asked that question and I always
rolled my eyes at him. "C' mon, a doll like you shouldn't
have to be like dis." He said with a sly smirk. Classic Clide.
I turned my back at him and entered the back of the
saloon and grabbed my tray. I whipped out through
the door and completely ignored Clide and his witty
remarks on the way out. But what can I say? He's as
close as I have to a friend in this small town. I carry
the tray out to Mr. Hershel and do a little quertsy.
He nodded his head my way and smiled a warm smile.
That was as good a compliment a waitress could get.
I go off to the stairs and sit down on the stairs of the
building. The showdown was still in the staring phase
and I rolled my eyes again with a sigh. Why do I
even watch? Well I guess I have nothing else to do.
My eyes must've drifted off because I then felt fatigue
and a black night appeared before my eyes.
this is just a little tid bit about her life
"Corny! Come on, I ain't got all day, hun." Clide hollered
across the room. "Hold you cows boy!" I replied
back over my shoulder and a roll of my eyes. I
strode to the back and picked up my platter and slammed
in front of his face. The food flew up into his face and
I bit my tongue, holding back a chuckle. "I'm sorry
Clide." I said with a laugh and picked a piece of lettuce
off his shirt. "I reckon I might need to talk to management."
He said with an angered tone and steam coming out of his ears.
I left solemnly without a word to go get Mr. Marshal.
"What is it now, Dolly?" He asked with his eyebrows arched.
It seems that I'm quite clumsy and I've made a few spills today,
4 to be exact, but who's counting? "Customer complaint." I said
looking down at my toes. Although I knew he owned me,
I still got nervous about these things. "Baby Doll, how many
times will you need me to do this?" He asked rubbing his forehead.
"As long as I'm here." I replied back boredly, examining my
scrubs. "Well Dolly, you're lucky I love you so much." He said with a sigh.
"I know!" I said skipping out with a smile.
Art ;;
watch me fail xD
W H A T - D O - Y O U -
F A V O R
Food ;;
gravy and biscuits
Drink ;;
orange juice
Color ;;
red
Book ;;
ain't got no time for readin'
H E R - S I D E - O F -
T H E - S T O R Y
I've always wanted to be a singer.
Every second of everyday I wanted
to be a showgirl just like my mother.
She was about as good as it can get.
She was magnificent. She'd dance
and sing for my father and I when
she got home from her tiring day of
doing just that, but I knew she loved it.
My mother would sniff me to sleep
and her voice would carry me through
the day. But as I got older, she didn't
find a need to sing to me as often.
My dreams were on the edge, and her
voice unheard. She completely lost it
one day when my dad didn't return
from the saloon one day. He had gambled
and thrown all he had into the pile.
Including me. My mother cried as I was
picked away and at that time I didn't know
what was happening. They took me to the
saloon and taught me how to waitress. I
remain there still today, but I still haven't
seen my parents since.
W H A T - I - C A N - O F F E R
- all of my valuable pets
( maybe some of my sister's, clarinet )
- writing slave for 6 months
- form base
- possibly C$
- any of my obtained characters
- maybe more
sorry it looks so ugly, I'm terrible at coding
I don't get how all my stories turn out sad
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gap on Sun Oct 20, 2013 1:25 am, edited 15 times in total.
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