Neon Pop

·.·• Neon Pop •Ã‚·.· Neon's eyes looked to the familiar voice through the crowd of ritzy fan and her smile grew more genuine. It was a relief to see a face she knew and was comfortable with, plus it gave her the excuse to leave the crowd. Quietly she started excusing her self from everyone, making her way to Dub as fast as she could, and gently shaking off any more autographs and pictures. "Dubstep! Of course I remember you! After an album of working together, you'd think I wouldn't forget!" Neon said cheerfully as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Flashes of light erupted around them, before she stomped her hoof and shooed them. Neon was fed up, she was tired, and she actually just wanted to spend time with a friend. The fans scurried off quickly, and Neon knew that in a few days, even the next day, that kiss on the cheek was going to bite her in the flank. "I'm actually happy to see you. Its more comforting to have a friend in these types of places. So how have you been, Dubby?"

·.·• Voodoo Romance •Ã‚·.· When the bell at her door sounded, her dark head lifted to see just who had entered. Another mare, a customer, and a sweet yet alarming smile crossed her lips. Those lavender eyes batted with heavy lashes and the black aura around her horn vanished, causing her knife to stop cutting. "Yes, yes it is. Welcome to Black Hearts~ I see you have something in mind today. Other wise you would not have made the trek here. Please, take off your boots, sit, talk, and I will make you some tea~" Voodoo's voice was like silk, sweet for her customers, relaxing, soothing and oddly alluring. She knew how to work her position, she knew just how to treat the type of people that come in to her place looking for that... 'quick fix'. "So what is your name?" The dark mare asked as she walked off to her little stove and lit it with her horn, making the burner bright with flame. A kettle floated out of the cabinet, over to the sink where it filled up with water and was nicely placed upon that small fire upon the stove. "Would you like a towel at all?" So many questions, but yes, it was necessary to keeping her new customer comfortable and open up to her. After all, she nearly worked like a psychiatrist.

oh! yes! yes yes yes! actually i was planing on using neon to get rather tired and call out a party of her own! you know the pop princess isn't going to stand for such... tight wads! XD she's kinda like pinkie, but you really can't ignore a glowing pop/electronica singer. she'll talk dub into djing for her no doubt.

·.·• Neon Pop •Ã‚·.· The Grand Galloping Gala! It was a night Neon was waiting for... so one would think. In all honesty, she wanted to stay hidden in her home, away from the ponyrazzi, reporters, fans. Sure she loved it all, but honestly, she was getting tired, and yeah, it was starting to show. Least to the ponies that knew her well enough, the fans that paid attention to her closely. It was actually her manager that made her go, telling her that she needed to get out and in the papers once more, that she needed more spotlight, as if she needed it. With a heavy heart and weary eyes, Neon got dressed. It was easy to tell when she entered the room, heads turned, ponies started talking, flashes from cameras started, and a crowd surrounded her. Even among the hoity-toity tight wads of the rich and famous, ponies still appreciated her, and once in the ballroom, her horn glowed and sparkled, making her markings flash in a beat similar to one of her songs. Only one other pony in the room would even catch that, and Neon had yet to spot him. The mare came dressed elegantly this time, with hardly anything outlandish as she usually did. She knew there was always a time and place. Though it was not as bright as her usual, it was something a bit more noticeable then most. Her dress was a simple white, shimmering in the dim light with each movement she took, lace and several layers of frill added texture. Around her torso was her usual tight fitting top, with a diamond cut on her chest to show the plum of her pelt. Her hooves where nestled into silver shimmering shoes with ribbon twisting up her legs. The usual neon colored mane that was typical of Neon, was actually died a faint pink today, wrapped up in a messy, bun and loose curls, almost having a crimp to the locks. Atop her head was a small hat, white with satin ribbon, and a teal colored rose, with silver rings wrapped around it. And to top the look off, silver eyeshadow. Yes cameras flashed as she painted on her smile and greeted a few fans. It was good showmanship to keep that smile. Though among the small crowd, she didn't manage to spot Dubstep who made his way further into the ballroom, right now she was too focused on signing napkins, albums, and random bits of paper. Sad that even here, she couldn't get a break, and after a while, she was starting to look a bit flustered.

·.·• Voodoo Romance •·.· Petite hoofs trudged through the thick mud of the marshland as a one particular mare rummaged about in the fields around her home. Basket in her mouth, mane tied to a messy knot, tail dragging on the waters. This unicorn was on a mission today, like most days. She usually spent her mornings and late nights collecting plant life or some times, creatures for her concoctions. It was a simple mushroom today, one that grew on the trunks of trees near the water level, where moisture was easy access. Plain white though spotted brown, it was a key ingredient for a cough suppressant, since today... *coughcough*, and the basket fell in the water. The Voodoo sighed and stared at the now sinking mushrooms with an overly dead pan expression. Take a deep breath and...!! Dive her head in. One bye one she collected the escapee shrooms and managed to slip them into the basket and scoop it out of the water. Her face now soaked, and basket draining, she made her way to the nearest tree cluster and spotted what she needed. The basket shimmered in black and lifted from her mouth as she leaned in and gently plucked the fungus from the bark and plopped it in the wicker basket. With a sigh, and another cough, she took hold of the handle in her mouth and trudged away back to her home, which was built on stilts and creaked. It didn't take her long to get to her home and shop, and it was clear just what she sold here, just by looking at the outside. Bird wings and insects, beaks, claws, rat tails, skulls of some sort, and inside, well. All kinds of bubbling bottles and brews, all of different colors, there were shelves with different labels, and tables topped with her 'lab' as some would call it. It was a small place, dark damp wood, silky sheets on the walls and counters to at least make the place a little more welcoming. and in the back was a small kitchen, and a bed. It seemed Voodoo liked to live a simple life. Coughing again her horn glowed black, carrying the mushrooms to the cutting board for her, so when she was done cleaning off at the door, she could start chopping them up. She was just thankful it was a slow day, as usual, and no customers were here to see her ill. Well, she was hoping anyway, fate always did have a way of slapping her in her face when it needed.

·.·• Neon Pop •Ã‚·.· The unicorn trotted in with a smile on her face, nodding to Honeywing as he started to make his way out of the shop. A small way to say thank you. However, her eyes were on Willow, albeit, it was hard to tell. "No place to wear that?! Oh no, no, no! I can't have that! Not one bit!" Neon said quickly leaning in close to the other unicorn, glancing about and whispering to her. "Party at my place in a week." She said pulling away and smiling. "But you never heard that from me! No, no, no! So miss Willow! What are you doing today anyway? Up for having a girly day out? I could treat you to some fabulous spa treatment, or, treat you to some pampering done by GG here?" Trotting over to Glitzen she flicked her tail and sat down in the nearest chair. "How about that, GG, dear? Would that be alright with you? And as for me, I'm looking for something wild, crazy! Keeping my natural mane color, but a different temp style! I need an update from my usual."

[ Pony Related Character ] Name: Racetrack Nick Name: Tracks Gender: Male Age: Stallion Species: Zebra Pelt Color: Snow White, with electric blue stripes, and black nose. Mane/Tail Color & Style: Short and spiky black hair with electric blue stripes. Eye Color: Purple Cutie Mark: Yellow and black checkered lightning bolt wrapped in white smoke. Physique: Sturdy, strong, long legs, and tough hooves. Residence: Saddleveil Plains Occupation: N/A Motivation: Tracks motivation in his happy go lucky life, is to run. Run and run and... well, run. He wants to be the fastest on land, leaving others in his dust. His jumps are just as impressive, and many times while running, he practices his leaps over canyons and fissures. Likes: Open spaces, water, grass, Fillydelphia, Wonderbolts, running, jumping, racing, showing off, baths, pop and techno music, fast food. Dislikes: Anything and anyone slow, being trapped, tight closed spaces, darkness, has a fear of bunnies, cold, high maintenance ponies, girly things, fun-suckers. Character Summary: Born and raised out in the plains of Equestria, Tracks actually had a simple life. Being the only child, he was able to be spoiled rotten, and in the end, it didn't turn him into a rotten foal, surprisingly enough. From the day Racetrack could get to his hooves, he ran, albeit not very well, but he tried! It was in his blood, he could feel it, and even at that young age, he knew just what he wanted to do. As he got older, his legs got sturdier, and his speed got faster. He loved the feeling of the wind hitting his face, running though his mane, the power under his hooves, the sound of each hoof hitting the ground and most of all, the feeling of being free. Track races all his friends, and was known in school as fast, but not the fastest. There was one zebra, who was prideful and top speed. Tracks, didn't like that. Not one bit. So he challenged him to a race, and in the end failed. Then again, and again, and again. He couldn't beat this colt, not for the life of him. Determined, he ran all day, all night, pushed himself to the limits, letting his grades fall, and making his parents worry. It was tough, for him anyway, that he couldn't beat this other colt, it made him a rather big target for teasing, which led him to start fights. Typical boy behavior. Though one day, he met one pretty little zebra, who took most of his attention away from running. It was a few months, when his rival finally came to him and mocked him, laughing at him for giving up. Truth was, he didn't give up, he just found something a bit more interesting. When that was laughed at, another challenge was made for the following day. Discouraged and angered now, Tracks began to show his fear. Armani was the only one who taught him the right way that night. She gave him her lucky red silk scarf, and tied it around his leg. "You need to run, just to run. To do it for yourself, and no one else. Don't do it to be the best, or to prove something, when you know and believe in yourself and say this is what you want, you will have it." The following day Tracks thought over her words, and when the race began, he left everything behind. He ran, like he never had run before, and in the end, earned his cutie mark, after leaving his rival in the dust. In highschool, Tracks fell out of contact with his friend, though refuses to remove her scarf, for fear that her luck would vanish. Today he's on his own, running from town to town, enjoying life, being his happy self. Personality: Racetrack is possibly the most carefree and happy stallion you'd meet. When he was young, he used to be brash, bratty, start fights, and not listen. Though with many years to grow, he's now easy going. He's learned to ride life as it takes him, and to 'go with the wind'. He's very kind, usually tries to get others to smile and laugh, and he can even be a bit of a gentleman. His main issue though, is his need to show off. Sure he runs for fun, but he likes others watching and most of the time he doesn't think just who he's NOT impressing, half the time. Another irritating thing about him is that he's more then just impatient, he hates just waiting for an answer! Most of the time you will see him fidget or move his hooves just to pass time, and in worst cases, he will say something rather rash. Additional Info: + The leg with the blue hoof is completely white. For some reason, he never got stripes on that leg. + Yes, he fears rabbits, no matter how cute they are. + Loves the color pink, but hates most and all things girly. + Wishes to find a lady pony someday. + Loves spicy foods, and any foods that can be prepared quickly.

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i'm pretty sure they have electricity, considering they use ovens, over head lights, well, lights in general, and mixers and things of the like. electric toys and video games...? well, i've never really seen a t.v. yet. XD might i suggest wind-up toys instead of electric? just to be safe? and sorry if i'm over stepping my bounds, i just know that there is a high chance of electricity in their world.

[ Creature Related Character ] Name: Cosette Gender: Female Age: Doe Species: Peryton Eye Color: Deep purple. Physique & Colors: Very thin, long legged, agile figure, with a pale blue body, white belly, and a lavender, to deep blue, to white gradient on all four legs. She has long wavy peach colored hair, and pink colored hooves. Residence: Whitetale Woods Occupation: N/A Likes: Mossy beds, walk ways, logs, rocks, anything mossy really, her brother, loves streams and rivers, fish, aquatic animals really, pure clean water, damp and dark places, rain fall, fog, the sound of rain, dark clouds and cold weather. Dislikes: Birds (oddly), thunder (so no heavy thunderstorms), bright and sunny days, heat, hates dirty water, dying aquatic animals, open spaces, talking, when her brother gets protective, large crowds, and isn't too sure about ponies yet. Character Summary: The day Cosette was born was a very foggy, raining day. Her mother gave birth to her in a cove, padded with moss and large leaves and of course, her mothers warmth, and a twin brother. Cosette was a lot less bold then her brother ever was. He was never afraid to get out and play about, though for Cosette, her place was on the green and damp moss that she made her bed. She didn't start walking till much later, later then most, even when her parents tried their best to get her up and going, oddly enough, her brother was there to take her side when they got too pushy with her. Eventually, the fawn got up on her own and ventured out, though not too far, since she found her place in the water of the stream. As time went on, Cosette played it safe, and stuck to anything and all that had to do with water or moisture. She quickly grew a fondness for fish, frogs, salamanders, turtles, and things of the like, and in return, they showed a great fondness for her. She would always help the sick and injured, feed those that couldn't fend for themselves, care for the young and eggs, guard them as best she could, though she never argued with the cycle of life, and the nature of many of her aquatic friends, for a lot of them were, as some would say, cannibals, even when she disliked their ways. Most of all, every year, Cosette has to help the salmon that swim up stream to mate. Though sadly, most of her life and attention goes to the watery, pure, clean and scaley. It is not often she is seen with her family, though her brother does tend to pester her and bother her as much as possible, and like Cosette is with her fish, he is with her, guarding her and protecting her with all his life. Cosette is a rather quiet doe, she isn't one for talking, and when she does talk, its small, and sweet. Its not often she gets scared, is just she's really anti-social and would rather not be around anything but her fishy friends. She is a happy one, no doubt about that, she has little to be sad about. Her family is alive and well, she's well, and her rivers, fish, waters are always well. Yet one odd quirk to her, she does have this... habit of idly licking moss when ever she is laying upon it, her parents thing it is something of a comfort, something that she picked up when a fawn. Sorta like a kid sucking their thumb. Not only that, but she tends to suck up such moss to get clean water... odd, yes, but such are the ways of Cosette. Additional Info: + Cosie will offer the best and cleanest water she knows of to those traveling, or those who approach her. She never says what it is, but will usually scoot it over to them in a leather canteen, which she usually carries upon her back. + She cleans up anything and everything she can to keep her rivers, streams, lakes and ponds clean. + Its often you will run into her in or under water. + She refuses to eat any of the animals she cares for. + Cosette will often sleep outside in rain, and never get sick. ------- [[ooc]]

·.·• Neon Pop •Ã‚·.· Neon Pop smiled ever so widely at GG knowing just who she was. Perfect! Now she'll get the treatment she likes. Course he gave her his full name, Neon took it upon herself to cut it short, like most stars did. "GG! Darling! I am glad to hear there is another stylist in town! You know I went to this other one a few streets down, and she fried my hair there! It took much too long to repair! I heard you were talented, and top of the line, so instead of heading to Canterlot to get my locks done, I came here to see just what you're all about!" She was a cheery one, that was for sure, but this was Neon Pop, of course she was going to be... well, poppy! Though as she walked further in to the shop, her orange eyes caught sight of Willow, that spooky pony she had seen a few times and with a raised fore hoof, the pop star waved to her. "Hey there! I know you, right? W-willow Wisp? I gosh I hope I got that right, I meet so many ponies in one day..." Pop looked genuinely apologetic and worried, she hated insulting somepony accidentally and she wasn't about to do it to this nice young mare. Pops round orbs looked to the dress Willow carried and her head tilted to the side, those long lashes batted curiously under the glasses that hide them so well. "Pony Pop! Tell me thats a dress to something important!" Neon hated to see good fashion go without occasion and she had one coming up, and if this pony was to need a place to wear it, she knew just the place and time. After all, the more ponies at her party, the better! Yet Neon's smile faded and she shifted her back hoof nervously. "Actually, could ya'll ponies do me a favor? I'm trying to keep it on the d.l about where I am and when. So... could you not mention this to anyone that I came here?" Those orange eyes moved to Honeywing and watched him, she hadn't noticed the rushed dash from GG, or the blush, her concern was more with him going about and saying something. Her smile returned, though weaker then before, and sweeter, she looked back to GG.