The-Jaded-Bug

Roughly speaking, it can either be pronounced "PE-eh-row" or "Pyeh-row", if you're going by the English pronunciation (Pierrot is named after a stock character/a type of clown known in French pantomime/Commedia dell'Arte). ...so uh, yeah. Sorry about that. Will add that to his application, because Fancy names are too Fancy not to have them.

Oi, not quite. I've been a busy bug, but his application I do plan on getting done. :3 [colour=#FF0000]Edit:[/colour] Finished I am!

[colour=#808080]" ... I'm going to make some more tea. I'll be right back !" [/colour] [colour=#000000]Swift Kite could barely even shoot Moondrop an ‘okay’ nod before the young mare dashed for the kitchen. Taking a biscuit for herself, a rather bewildered look dawned her face. With a few nibbles of her snack, it receded to make way for a passive shrug.[/colour] [colour=#BF2455]“I...uh, guess we’re not her only company?” [/colour][colour=#000000] She said between bites. She scratched the side of her bandanna-covered mane - perhaps a certain white unicorn wasn’t the only novice toy-related businessmare.[/colour] [colour=#000000]Patches could only counter with silence. He had noticed Moondrop’ nervously peeking at him, so his mind didn’t doubt one bit that his own presence had [/colour][colour=#000000]some[/colour][colour=#000000]thing to do with it. A muffled yet sharp sound made its way into the livingroom, one decipherable with a pair of keen ears. The sound certainly reached the dragon himself, and it took every ounce of wanting to maintain his dignity [/colour][colour=#000000]not [/colour][colour=#000000]to curl up into a temporary ball. Glancing at his bag, he snuck out a handful of gems, trying (and failing) to maintain a casual air whilst finally having something to properly fill his stomach.[/colour] [colour=#000000]….and of course, frankly on cue, a certain white mare could be seen hurrying on back. In a sudden panic, he practically stuffed what uneaten jewels he still had into his mouth, adding just a pinch more to his companion’s perplexity.[/colour] [colour=#808080]"He he ... sorry for that." [/colour] [colour=#000000]The newer fixture of biscuits and tea was quite strange, to say the least. He tried to swallow the gems as he was hoofed over the jug, but alas - he only managed to make out some gargled choking. Thinking quickly he tipped the jug over to his mouth, appearing to take a drink. It proved to be a good place to spit out some of his excess snackage, and sipping intervals made it easier to drink up a mixture of tea and and glimmering sapphires. As the duo listened to the the apprehensive unicorn, Swift Kite spoke up in the midst of Moondrop’s eventual loss of cohesive words.[/colour] [colour=#BF2455]“Now, wait just a minute! I don’t mean to interrupt ‘n such, but reall[/colour][colour=#BF2455]y - if you’ve got other guests around, you don’t have to keep it secret.” [/colour][colour=#000000]If honesty meant completely missing the point, then she was certainly nailing it in the forehead. [/colour][colour=#BF2455]“And look, I’m pretty sure it’s my first time in Canterlot, so uh, you’re not the only nervous one of the bunch, ‘kay?” [/colour][colour=#000000]She flashed a nervous, if not confused smile.[/colour] [colour=#000000]A particular orange dragon could be seen shakily nodding his head, the creature hastily finishing up another gulp of his tea - and covertly, what gems he’d scooped up. With that, he chimed into the conversation[/colour][colour=#FF7D2F]. “Um, f-forgot to say thanks for the tray and beverage, s-so um...th-thanks..[/colour][colour=#000000].” He said timorously. [/colour] [colour=#000000]Yet another awkward person to contribute to an already awkward conversation, and one that seemed to lack a graceful resolve.[/colour]

Roleplay Type: World of Equestria RP Name: Pierrot (PE-eh-row or Pyeh-row) Sex: Male Age: Young stallion Species: Unicorn Eye colour: A pale, grey-ish blue (#6699CC) Coat: Ghost white (#F8F8FF) Mane/Tail: Black (#1F1F1F) with royal blue highlights (#002366). Both are rather wavy, with his mane protruding his face yet not quite covering his eyes. While the tip of his tail hovers just above the ground, his mane just barely inches past his back. Physique: About as tall as most stallions, Pierrot maintains an agile frame that serves best for quirky hijinks built on stage magic, a secular range of tumbling with a pinch of acrobatics, and circus-induced whimsy. His strength beyond that isn't much useful, however, as he isn't quite athletic in the conventional, jock-that-can-run-the-marathon-and-lift-twice-their-own-size sense. Residence: Formally on the road by his lonesome, usually being seen about in towns or cities, or at least traveling in the direction of one. Ever since leaving the circus, he’s hadn't a real home to speak of, minus whatever he managed to live on at a day-by-day basis. Though he has now joined The Traveling Players, he doesn't quite have a home base for himself outside of tours and general troupe shenanigans. Occupation: Once disbanded from his parents' troupe, he was traveling street performer and mime artist in his own right, at one point lacking a stable, concrete job. On-going wanderlust aside, Pierrot was on the move due to searching for a place in the world of theatre...of which, while were certainly sects for non-verbal ponies such as himself in the performing arts, depending of where one l;ooked, he had the tendency to search for roles in all the wrong places. However? Still being able to do what he loves, joining "Celestia's Court" as some call it, has changed his job luck for the better. Cutie Mark: The comedy (grey) and tragedy (blue) masks overlapping by the chin, with the overlapped section coloured a deep blue as though the middle of a venn diagram. The comedy's smile appears asymmetrical while the tragedy's frown is replaced/hidden by the venn diagram-like middle. Both are surrounded by four golden yellow stars. The hidden frown of the tragedy mask represents a few things: How Pierrot tends to prefer comedy over the latter in his routines (both archaically and in today's usage), and those occasional moments where he’s prone to ‘mask’ his sadness for the wellbeing of others, even at his own expense. The lop-sided smile of the comedy mask represents his creativity as well how he can be particularly expressive – even if it's not through talkative means. As for the overlapped bit and the stars, the former links both masks as two intertwining forces; the latter merely shows that he's a bit of a dreamer. He received his around mid foalhood. The troupe settled down for a few days of rest within the countryside, and the colt’s aunt – known as Golden Curl or “The Bearded Mare” while performing – was teaching him how to balance on a ball. Whilst following her instructions, he could barely stand on the large sphere without losing his balance, the only thing preventing a painful fall each time being Curly as his spotter. Disappointed by his lack of progress, the young colt was about to give up on the ordeal when the mare had halted him to a stop. With that, she said the following: “But mon petit poney, it is just as important to learn how to fall as it is to perform! Consider it as part of an act.” With that in mind, Golden Curl quite literally taught him such: Lessons on balancing were put aside, and they acquired a practice mat used for stunts to review landing techniques. While he may have known how to position himself in case he fell without a spotter, he hadn’t quite learned how to ‘fall with style’ per say. It was a surprisingly fun little activity which was put into practice with a few tumbling techniques, and after that and a small lunch break, the two went back to practice and set the ball onto the mat. The young Pierrot wasn’t perfect, and he again was spotted for his falls, but he was growing better with each try as the afternoon went on. Some of the troupe’s performers, mainly other relatives as opposed to his immediate family, began to watch him practice from a distance before eventually surrounding the foal like an audience, and at one point even attained near-perfect balance…until he had rolled the ball under his hind legs a little too fast, and Golden Curl wasn’t fast enough to catch him. The unicorn foal would have landed hard on his back, at least had he not managed to use what he’d learned to angle himself just enough amid the fall to land the other way. With quick thinking, he made a speedy summersault as soon as he landed on the mat, the witty save – once shown that he was okay – having prompted the familial audience to laugh heartily and hoofclap for his amusing showmareship. Wearing a wide grin the young colt had bowed, barely even noticing his Cutie Mark's presence until after the fact. History: Being the youngest of Commedia and Lunaire’s two sons, Pierrot comes from a long line of ringmasters who run Circo dell'Arte. Though he is of both Itailian and rather Fancy descent, his family’s troupe being on the move, along with tall-tale retellings from extended family of his circumstances, makes it difficult to pinpoint the exact locale of his birth. Either way, being raised in a circus brought forth happy memories as well as its tiresome growing pains. In normal circumstances, or at least “normal” as far as the family business went, oddities of all sorts have always been received with open hooves – that is, if they didn’t get in the way of – or even better: If said oddity enhanced – a performance. Being one of two direct airs of the troupe’s most important members made way for plenty of pressure, and when compared to his flashy and rather vocal brother Harlequin, Pierrot’s muteness made it quite clear that the elder would presume the role as the future owner of the circus. After all, what was a ringmaster without a compelling voice? While his brother’s life had been planned out to a vigorous degree, the younger of the two was left with, more often than not, in the care of a certain floofy facial-haired aunt, as well as with Circo’s illusionist, his uncle Phantasm, on occasion. Though never intended from the start, Lunaire and Commedia didn’t know what to make of his condition, and their unassuming lack of attention from both sire and dam made it so that he was never quite as close to them as many are to their parents. Still, it wasn’t as though he was left in complete neglect, and aunt Curly and uncle Phan did their best to ensure that, in spite of the circumstances, he still had as happy of a foalhood as anypony could have. His intermediate years were, in his mindset, not the greatest in retrospect. Cutie mark notwithstanding, finding one’s place in the world is not always easy for a pony, and Pierrot found it increasingly harder to, pun not intended, find his voice within the family-run circus. Exactly why he left isn’t exactly lucid upon explanation, but one thing was clear: He often found himself typecasted amongst the sidelines, usually as somepony’s assistant fool or working behind the scenes, roles that didn't quite emphasize his theatrical strengths. Piling that with a growing case of sibling rivalry, and perhaps a pinch of heartbreak involving his former colthood sweetheart, a renaissance mare – or filly in this case – named Colombina (try as you might, he normally doesn’t like talking – figuratively – about the specifics behind the breakup), one could say that bad luck was ever pertaining before he struck out on his own. As one may figure from what was mentioned beforehoof, he's been on the road ever since he reached the cusp of stallionhood, eventually coming across and joining The Traveling Players. With nothing in his possession but his talents, will, and the occasional random object he finds that serve useful performance-wise, Pierrot is making his mark in the world, one performance at a time. Character Summary: Sentimental yet playful, Pierrot is an animated young stallion for a pony who can’t vocally speak. Since even a story-less, acrobatic performance containing bright/gaudy costumes requires a stirring act, and because as opposed to in spite of his mutism, it’s easy to say that this prevalent quirk had been retained and honed relentlessly whilst living amongst the circus, even when out of the spotlight. Bearing an outward streak of upbeat perseverance, he may come off as rather naïve to a seemingly comical degree, especially when in the face of new encounters of many sorts: For example, Pierrot has been known to thrown mini-performances – usually with harmless, amusing (though nothing huge-scale) stage magic during interviews for temporary odd-jobs, even when said interview is not related to his actual expertise. Though his spontaneity can make for some pretty irrational premises, his tendency to try and impress is most often met with genuine intention. For convenience sake, of course, he’ll write things down that he needs to ‘say’ so to speak. Yet even then, he has a fondness for using illusion magic (mainly caricatured, even cartoon-like representations of living beings and objects as opposed to overpowered grandeur) and various gestures with both fore and hind legs to get the (literal) message across whenever he can get away with it – charades in other words, though with a pinch of magic. Though perhaps not a total living example of the ‘sad clown’ archetype, Pierrot’s special talent pertains to the performing arts, whether through improv or within the means of many a visual gag and expressive fancy – and in particular, seeing ponies light up to what he shares and pours his heart into is what, to him, makes it all worth it. Due to this – especially as a colt – he was prone to putting more value in the audience, or just about anyone he would perform for, over that of himself, sometimes to the point of disregarding his own worth. While he’s grown as a person since such brooding habits, on rare occasion he might lapse within these seemingly forlorn thoughts, particularly when he’s down on his luck. Through and through however, inspite of being on the go having its drawbacks, Pierrot still manages on his own with a steady stride, the young the unicorn’s buoyant moxie still urging him on. Picture/Reference: Most likely one of my best OC drawings yet. *-* Also, the words written in the pic are bits and pieces from Listen and weep, my pretties

A few things to throw out there: Actors/actresses - there's a whole lot of range one could use for this, and I'm not just talking about a ponified Broadway show either - perhaps some of 'em could even be carnies. Speaking of such, here's a character in mind I've had for a while - a thespian mute unicorn named Pierrot. Maybe I should plan on apping him sooner than later? Techies - You know, the people behind the fancy curtains! Those who set up lighting, sound effects, create costumes, apply makeup, making sure that things run smoothy as others enjoy the show. This 'un is also open for many possibilities, from plays, musicals, fashion shows, concerts, ext. TOY MAKERS/TOYSHOP KEEPERS - Eeyup. Aside from my Swift Kite and Patches (and perhaps an NCP of mine), I've only heard of a few other character that happen to fill either of these role. It's rather sad - are my peggy and young dragon who work at a toy stop in the middle of nowhere that's right at an intersect of a path between Ponyville and Filly (and a few notable others) the only souls who make and sell playthingsfor the young at heart? Jeeze, Equestria's really lacking in the toy department... Creators of fabfric, dyes, strings, yada-yada - We have plenty of designer/fashion ponies, but what about the colts and fillies who are talented enough to make their materials in the first place, huh? Or better tey, why can't there be a few smiths out there who specialize in molding pieces and parts for brass instruments? Why can't people go beyond the obvious professions and ctrate characters who make it so these professions can be fulfilled in the first place?

[colour=#000000]((OOC: Sure, go ‘head! As long as Royal doesn’t mind, of course. Also, sorry for the wait - school and writer’s block galore. =3= ))[/colour] [colour=#8B4513]''Ah never said i wanted a chase, l'il miss.''[/colour][colour=#000000] he chuckled, and shrugged. [/colour][colour=#8B4513]''If ya wanna chase me, then s'not my problem!''[/colour][colour=#000000] he chuckled again, starting to trot away yet again. [/colour] [colour=#954535]“Welp, still seems you’ve been wan’ing one the whole dang time.” [/colour][colour=#000000]Her voice muttered back in braying irritation. The jenny looked over at Thorn as hoofed over the kerchief, an exchanged him a [/colour][colour=#954535]“Thanks,” [/colour][colour=#000000]and quick nod. She still partook in the chase, however, and before she could even think about tending to her cuts, Gale couldn’t help but snicker at Thorn’s comment - all of which was true, by any means.[/colour] [colour=#000000]There was a part of her wanting to just...well...give up on the chase. To just let the calf go home. Not because she supported his cause of or other such things, it was just that this whole thing was slowly starting to turn into a goose chase of sorts. After all, they could always get at Honovi another time - right?[/colour] [colour=#000000]The jenny’s thought were hers alone, and the only visible hints of her musing were a few innocent and occasional glances towards the direction of her house, which wasn’t quite in sight where they were at. Gale followed Thorn as he went into a faster gallop, the jack in frustrated pursuit, and Gale knowing better, at least for now, than to make an attempt to ditch the chase.[/colour]

You know, I'm starting to feel as though there's a little too much of me art-posting and too little feedback. Ah well! Anyways, you see the sketch from above? Welp, I edited/finished it up today! Lookee here: I've decided to officially name her Streamer, as in for party streamers. In a nutshell, she's basically a semi-introverted, artsy fartsy party planner - and by introverted (though not Fluttershy-esque, introversion and shyness are two different things), she oddly enough feel more a home/is a bit more social at parties, special occasions and holiday events than in normal, everyday situations. Leblablablah, insert-more-tl;dr-blurb-here~

63) Magic is not an excuse for anypony with any sort of physical limitations for them to function with full motility/senses as though they were never disabled in the first place. After all, wouldn't be rather straining for your blind unicon to use their 'totes specialz second sight' to 'see beyond' 24/7? And it'd get rather tiring (if not wearing on the throat) for somepony who is mute to cast a spell that grants them to use their own variation of the Royal Canterlot Capslock Voice at will. 64) 'Being a DJ' is not your day job. 65) Your soul is that of the normal pony and/or creature that you were born as. Marey Sew, I'm looking at you.

Aaaaaand...welp, even more OC-related drawings, including a sketch of someone elses character: I'm not quite as happy with this one as I am with Patches standing, especially proportional-wise (and the fact that how I draw dragons varies differently than the shows). Before Dragon Quest, I thought that teens would be a little less anthro-ish (or at least be such to a lesser degree), but even after said episode, I still plan/see him as walking on his fours more often than not, simply because most ponies would feel a little intimidated if he were to loom over them on his hind legs. Also, a rule of thumb: The average adult mare, assuming their tallest point is the tip top of their ears, would basically stand a few inches taller than where his wings meet his back. Thus, he'd roughly be around Luna's Season 2 heigh, if not a teeny smidge taller. He a rather lanky dragon, I know. (And spoiler'd because old sketch): Random pony sketch of a random pony design that I really, really like at the moment. I think it's the mane. Or tail. Or her eyes. Will hope to finish this up soon, and possibly give a name for this ribbon-themed equine, and perhaps a bit of backstory too. And last but certainly not least, a slightly more detailed sketch of Apolline Allura's griffin chatacer, [colour=#3C3C3C]Aposemati - or as she prefers, Miasma Vice! This is definitely on my to-finish list.[/colour] [colour=#3C3C3C]And before people start requesting freebies outta me, here's what I'll say: Nnnope. 'Twas draw for someone who was a leetle clower to me as far as the internet friend hierarchygoes, but even, 'twas just something drawn at random, as requests aren't the most motivating way of getting me to draw at the moment.[/colour]

54) Your coat color - whether pitch black, red, or some other 'scary' or 'gothic' palette - is not the reason why your parents, superiors and peers despise, make fun of, ridicule, harrass, abandon or otherwise drive you into being the edgy little angst waffle you are. 55) Actually, scratch out angst waffle - a bit of sadness is alright, but keep in mind that Equestria isn't exactly Silent Hill. 56) Being a hybrid is not a way of getting away with rule 54. Of course, confusion and misunderstandings are bound to happen, but if the whole land keeps getting filled with "half breeds" who are totally bitter and unrealistically asocial over their circumstances 99.9% of the time, then we might as well call it Equestria by another name: 'Murica. No offense to the US. I live there. =| 57) The term 'half breed' also doesn't exist. There's a reason why I used quotation marks in the last 'un. And by the way, it's particularly insulting to call someone that in real life, so why some people even use the term in the Mane RP, where things are supposed to be a little more on the G-rated side, is rather mind-boggling.

Gale continued to maneuver her way out from the mini-minefield of splinters and glass, nodding at Thorn as she did. It didn’t take long, however, before the little jenny let out an eyeroll - at Honovi, specifically. As much as she found the chase fun while it lasted, the calf really seemed to be pushing the limits. “Oh fer cryin’ out loud...” With a groan a few agile sprints, she averted her way out from the sprawled shards and wood, quickly catching up. Glancing behind her, the jenny plucked a prominent splinter sticking out from her shoulder and promptly spit it out by her open side - not the most ladylike action, but impressing anypony - or in this case, a buffalo and a jack - was the last thing she was hellbent on doing at the moment. “Hey you -” the sorrel donkey rose her voice at the calf in front of his pursuers. “ - Haven’ ya had enough chase scenes in ah day!?”

Welp, I feel like Derpy Hooves now - figured out what was wrong - something about revalidating a change email adress...A request for this thread to be locked shall be sent~

Heya - I'm pretty sure that this is where I should ask this, and here's a little problem that's popped up : For some reason, in just about every topic I've been to that is somewhere in World Of Equestria RP, it says 'You cannot reply to this topic' on the right hand corner above the first post, and in any of its subforms it says "You cannot start a new topic" above the form's topics (with both messages next to 'Mark this form as read/go to first unread post' on its right). Now before you answer, I would like to say that yes, I have characters submitted and accepted (5 at the moment, will be growing....anyday now...), so the problem shouldn't be due to me not being on the RP list, right? I'm bringing this up since there are a few RPs at the moment that are waiting on me and I happen to have finished post, and it's a little inconvenient that I can't exactly reply to them at the moment. .-.

Y'know, missy, that was uncalled for, even if i am terrible at these chase-amathingies.'' Gale merely rolled her eyes at the buffalo’s muffled statement. That wasn’t even the point - or perhaps it was, assuming that he saw the whole chase as some sort of game. The idea of it didn’t quite surprise her, however. She raised an ear while he pointed out that he’d have offered a bottle had she not crashed-landed onto the crate, and then another when he mentioned they were practically wearing their potential drinks, but managed to appear nonchalant. ''Ya got some root beer on ya lips....'Should'a .. clean it?'' The jenny blinked, stepping back as Honovi veered close. Her ears, still pointed loosely towards the sky, turned towards their sides as though giving off a defensive air - okay, so maybe her actions - such as directly and indirectly helping both Honovi and Thorn throughout the case - made her seem fickle, perhaps even as rogue to the former. But But as far as Gale was concerned? There were certain cards she wasn’t willing to bet on. --- He saw that in a play? Really? Did the calf think she would swoon over something like that? “If the poin’ is creeping me out, then it sure is workin’.” She replied dryly. Gale would have continued if a certain dapper donkey hadn’t showed up - and right on cue, oddly enough. Being as straight-laced as he was, the jack at least killed the awkwardness of the situation, and seemed to care. Watching her step, the jenny carefully brushed away a few broken planks, cautiously making steps around the glass shards as she turned her head towards Thorn. “Y-yeah, sounds good- darn it! Opps, almost stepped on s’more glass...” A few more tactful hoofsteps as she maneuvered herself before finally finding a clear, messless spot. ‘Madam Bistros’? Gale recalled seeing the place, though she never did take a visit - her and her brother had been a little too busy fixing up the place they moved in, and opted to spend what extra bits they had on extra repairs...

Best Creature/Other OC: Flutterscotch's Chotchkie! ....and if we're allowed to nominate more that one person per one category, I'll take a shot at nominating Pony_Sage's Monty as well. And as for Best Inavtive Roleplayer...Pony Sage again! *is totally not filling in spots that haven't a lot of nominations in them, nosiree*

S'more OC stuff: Here ya go - one peryton with a side serving of fire-lookin' antlers! The name's Cypress, and as down to earth as she can be, she can be a bit dense (aka, very dense) as far as Equestrian society works. Has she the ability to brave the Everfree? Quite. But would she even be able to handle a trip to Manehattan? Er, let's just say that the chaos of being surrouded by a ton of bustling ponies would be rather overwhelming among other things...

Just popping back up to say that I've come back from Boston with a successful procedure done and a stent well fit! I'm a leetle achy at the moment, but that should go away after a bit of rest for a few days. Otherwise, I'll be integrating myself back into the RPing scene.

Thanks Scotchie! And for where they're going through, kind of. The incision's being made right at my veeeeery upper/inner thigh, so....eeyup, not sure how strong the pain'll be, though annoying it will definitely be.

Because I know that I have/am soon to have threads I've gotta reply to at the moment. And for those of you who have been sitting at your desk waiting on me, my apologies - been getting ready for a trip to Boston, which I'll be leaving for tommorow morning, and I won't be back home until late Friday/early Saturday. I'll have enough time there to have some fun/see the sights there, but I'll basically have no internet access to speak of. 　 But, there's a slight catch as well. Going shopping/aquarium-going/museum-lurking/whatever-ya-do-there isn't the primary reason I'm going on the trip. 　 *inhales* To put it out there, I have a coarctation of the aorta. That basically mean that the aorta (one of the biggest, if not the biggest artery in your heart) is a leetle on the narrow side, which makes it harder for blood, making it more difficult for blood to pump through the heart - which make the heart work harder to get the blood flowing, which we all know can cause one too many problems in the long run. It should be noted that, when it's found when you're older (roughly around my age, add or take some years off) as opposed to when you're really young, it's generally less severe. Still, I'm going to have surgery/get a stent as a means take care of that, so that way I won't have to face too many complications as I go on in life. Aaaaand, now that I've gotten that outta my chest...sayonara, adios, and g'bye for now? I'll make sure to keep safe on the trip and all that. I'll have fun, act derpy and be even healthier after the whole thing! Capice? 　 　 　

Cypress is so coming to this, there's no doubt about it. .....though generally, she sure as hay won't know what hit her once she sees a bunch of peryton gathering within proximity in the exact same spot she went to.....and would purpousely (at least at first) try to avoid interaction like the plague, because reasons. She'll get used to it though. Whether she wants to or not.

Gale nodded at Thorn, flashing a wide grin at the agreement. “Will do!” She replied with a quick salute before narrowing her gaze at the end of intersection. She payed close attention as Honovi nearly crashed before taking a left she’d have to go opposite, she noted. As she came towards the base of the ‘T’, she made a quick, sputtering halt before bolting right. A wicked, bray-like cackle escaped her muzzle as she muttered in determination. “Runaway root beer? Heh! Yer takin’ a halt...” The jenny took two more lefts after that before starting to grow confused - how just where in Tartarus was that calf? Or better yet, where was she? “C’mon, keep yer ears peeled - er, open! Yeah - keep yer ears open Gale...” The little equine kept repeating, trying to remember what the jack had told her. Her gait slowed down - partially as a means of pacing herself, and due to thinking that maybe, just maybe Honovi was closer than she thought... ''.. Ah could indeed go for a drink! ‘' Gale jerked her head around - there was a corridor she passed, exactly where an audible voice could be heard. With a smug on her face, the jenny turned around and crept right at its edge, right near the entrance yet not visible from the side. The sound of a cork popping open could be heard, assisted by a few loud gulps and the sound of fizzing soda. With another mischievous grin of hers, she slowly backed away diagonal-wise from the passage, preparing for a dynamic arrival. “Steady...wai’ fer the opportune...aaaaaand, GO!” She charged right in for the kill -except for the fact that everypony/one/buffalo/whoever around Appleloosa seemed to be a mammal of prey, but that was beside the point. Gale bounded fast as Honovi and the case came in clear view of her. She was a mere, 12 yards away...then 9...then 6...then- “Got’cha NOW, y-!” *CRASH!* Glass and wooden splinters flew everywhere as she crashed and practically obliterated the root beer case, and the shaken-up soft drinks within each now broken bottle didn’t fare any better. Sticky, fizzy soda sloshed all over Gale’s mane, sorrel coat and beige-marked socks, and certainly made a splash around the alley she was in. Cuts and splinters also covered the jenny, the residue from the root beer not at all helping to soothe them. Perhaps this was karma for her purposeful stunt near the train station, or maybe this was just a mere, unlucky run-in. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to matter as she stumbled half a foot away from her spot, wincing from the sudden crash before a vague bout of exhilaration encompassed her face, which was quickly erased with a blink before it turned into an annoyed, yet almost playful look at the calf before her. “You really need t’ think these chases out - next time, mayhaps?” She remarked. another wince, and with that a temporary scowl on her muzzle. If anything, she doubted that little jennies like her slamming into a stolen root beer case had been on his agenda...or on her agenda, for that matter.