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Post by portiabuckworth on Jan 10, 2012 20:24:50 GMT -5
Portia tried to hide her own blush at Action's little slip- up. She thought of a witty remark to ease the discomfort, but Action was already talking again. She listened with rapt attention, snorting in disapproval at Action's horrendous misnomer and swallowing to help contain her sympathy for the loss of his mentor. A smile reappeared on her face when she listened to Splatters' and Sea Swell's reactions. She noticed Action was shaking now. It couldn't be because he was cold, the theatre heater was on full blast.
Portia instinctively laid a hoof on Action's shoulder. " You didnt have to share such painful memories if you didnt want to, Action. Are you alright?"
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Post by delavegaprimo on Jan 23, 2012 8:28:42 GMT -5
Portia's touch stopped the shaking. His body started to ease up from the tension as began to collect his thoughts. Figures, I'd be shaking like crazy. That story's been so hard to tell. They've all been so kind to me... He looked on at the three females as he gave an appreciative smile. He couldn't help but turn to Portia first and shook his head.
"I-I'm fine...thank you, Portia. After all that's happened, I think I just needed to let that out. I-I feel lighter. I know we only just met, but it feels like you're somepony that I've known for a long time, a friend I've been waiting for," Action's tone was calm now, his voice warm with compassion. Still smiling, he looked at Splatterpaint and sighed . calmly.
"Little Splatters, you're very kind. And yes, you're right, I would've never gotten my cutie mark if I hadn't made that journey. I believe this city is a better place, especially with ponies like you. You make beautiful art, and I'm glad that even without experiencing it yourself, you're able to empathize with somepony who just talked about something depressing, but you remain optimistic. You're going to do great things in life kid," stated Action. He finally looked onto Sea Swell and chuckled at her comment.
"I can believe that I want to aspire to be the best, but I hope we can make it big together. I see you being a famous starlet for your music and a great personality for Equestria. Thank you for your faith in me Sea Swell. I also owe you one for helping me out back there with Portia. You're a wonderful Pegasus," Actions words were soft, he had never spoke so quiet before. This even surprised him. Subtlety? When the hay was that your strong point??? Oh well, I can get used to this.
Action spotted his hot cocoa at his seat as the wisps of steam danced in the air. It seemed overjoyed that the tension in the room had finally slowed down. Action's eyes shifted back to Portia as he blushed.
"You're hoof feels pretty warm..."
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Post by splatterpaint on Jan 25, 2012 22:38:49 GMT -5
Splatterpaint laughed at Sea Swell's joke, "Yeah, you'll be pretty well-known when your films became famous!" she giggled.
Splatter beamed at Action's compliment, "Gee, thanks!" she grinned, "And you make awesome films!" Admittedly, she had never seen one of his films before, or atleast not knowingly. But they were probably good. It was great that Action Shot seemed so passionate about...well, everything! Most ponies didn't care about those things as much as he seemed to, so it was nice to see a colt who wasn't the same as most other ponies. Actually, all three of the adults who were there seemed pretty neat, which was surprising. Most ponies in Manehattan were snobby, but these three seemed the opposite...which was nice, really.
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Post by portiabuckworth on Jan 31, 2012 14:08:28 GMT -5
Portia grinned, it felt nice to be able to relate to another pony. It seemed as if each pony in her theatre personified some part of her. What fun!
"Your hoof feels pretty warm..."
Portia turned to Action, removing her hoof perhaps just a little too swiftly. "Oh, my goodness, I'm sorry. I... uh... f-forgot my hoof was there."
She tried not to blush with every bit of will power she could muster, but she still felt her ears turn hot. How silly of her! He must think her very forward and crass now. Trying to restore a small sense of dignity, she looked about and noticed her cocoa had run out.
...Strange, she didn't remember drinking it that fast...
"I, uh, I'm going to put my mug away. Is anyone else finished?"
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Post by delavegaprimo on Jan 31, 2012 15:50:21 GMT -5
Action smiled and shrugged, "I-It's okay, Portia. You're fine." He gave a sigh as Portia rushed around asked around about the mugs. He looked to his and found that the mug he had was getting cold. He downed the rest of the cocoa and licked up the excess around his muzzle.
"Mmmm, that was really good Portia! Even when a little cold, it still tastes just as delectable! You're pretty good at making treats." exclaimed Action as he walked up to her and hoofed the cup in her direction. As he approached her, his heart pounded. Wha? Really, Action? You're feeling like THIS around her? You just got out of a relationship with Soul not too long ago, stallion up. You know this just a "rebound" feeling, right? However, all of these thoughts eluded him as he made contact with her bright green eyes. They were like emeralds that drew him into a daze. Action set down his empty mug carefully on a nearby arm rest.
"Uhh I'--mm, I'm just going too--- talk to Splatters, YEAH!" Action's speech was slurred as he shifted into a bright red and turned around almost immediately, making his way back to the little filly.
"So!! Splatters, I-uh-I told everything about myself...I-I've been so selfish, I haven't learned, uh, anything about you...uh...yeah! Tell me about yourself young artist...In fact, how did you get that cutie mark of yours?!" His face still red, he looked to the corner of his eye and spotted the brown unicorn. Blushing harder, he diverted his attention back at the white one.
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Post by splatterpaint on Jan 31, 2012 22:37:22 GMT -5
Splatterpaint watched, amused, as the events unfolding in front of her. Could there possibly be some sparks between those two? With a little giggle, Splatterpaint drank the rest of her hot chocolate, relishing the drink warming her insides. "Yeah, it tasted delicious, Portia. Thanks!" she was about to give up her mug also when the conversation seemed to turn in her. Pricking her ears, she looked up. Curiously, listening to Action.
Repressing a laugh, Splatterpaint nodded, "My cutie mark? Well that's a long story! Well, it took me a while to get my cutie mark, actually. I had always loved to paint, so it seemed pretty clear that I would get an artist cutie mark or something. Which is why it puzzled me so much when I never seemed to get it, no matter how much I painted. So after a while, I didn't really know if I was actually supposed to be a painter. I began to try different things, to see what would work." Splatter paused, trying to remember exactly how it happened,
"Well, I remember one day I had been in the shop helping my mother clean up, when there was a knock on the shop's door, and some official-looking ponies. My mom shoved me into the corner and answered the door. They talked for atleast ten minutes, and I knew something was wrong. Finally, the ponies left and my mom shut the door. She told me that we didn't have much money, and that we were gonna have to work harder, or we would be kicked out of our home, and I would probably be taken away, since I was so young. I remember that I promised my mama that I was gonna earn us some money. So, I packed my bag full of some paintings I had paired a long time ago and headed out into the street."
"It took a number of days for me to sell something. I'm not sure if they actually wanted the painting, or if they just pitied me. They bought one of my splatter paintings for... Five bits. I think. And when they bought it, I got my cutie mark. So, ever since I've been painting and going out and selling them, which kinda explains why I'm out here do late." Splatterpaint finished her story, feeling suddenly tired. She wasn't much of a storyteller. She looked at the other two ponies, waiting for one of them to speak. Splatter rarely got teary, so her face really didn't show much emotion.
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Post by portiabuckworth on Feb 1, 2012 17:52:08 GMT -5
Portia collected the empty mugs, unable to help the half-smile that came at the other ponies' compliments. It reminded her of her mother's insistence that, if she hadn't directed that fateful play so many years ago, she would have become Canterlot's most successful cafe owner and chef. To Portia, a play wasn't a play without refreshments, so this skill merely clicked into place with everything else that came along with being a director.
"Thank you very much, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Portia limped back to the kitchen, her hoof reminding her how ill she had been treating it. Portia sighed, she hadn't even put a bag of ice on. If she continued this way, she'd be directing her first play here in a wheelchair.
Well, perhaps that was an exaggeration, but still. A sprained hoof needed care if it was going to heal quickly and properly. Portia pulled out a plastic bag, filled it with ice, and wrapped a washcloth around it to prevent drips. She returned to the room and sat, placing the ice on her hoof.
Splatter's evident sleepiness didn't evade Portia's notice in the slightest. It was, in fact, late. Portia let out a good size yawn while looking like she was trying to suppress it.
"My, my! I am so sorry, Splatter. Your story is most intriguing. I think my adventures of the night have simply sapped all my energy. I did want to ask you, though. In my plays I get so focused on everything that I have a difficult time putting together the sets and props my cast needs. You wouldn't be interested in working here for the season, would you? Your talent could greatly improve on my more boring taste."
Portia smiled, suppressing another yawn. This had been her idea for a while, ever since she had learned Splatter's talent. "Oh, and if you're interested, I could also let you in to my class as a bonus for your services. You would be paid as well, of course, but I am of the opinion that every young pony should have the opportunity to study the great Bard and the rest of the arts."
Portia paused and bit her lip, chancing a glance at Action, hoping he didn't think she was trying to impress him or something. That would be simply distasteful!
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Post by delavegaprimo on Feb 8, 2012 11:00:30 GMT -5
The yawn Portia let out was addictive, as Action followed up with his own. He looked around, his yawn putting him in a dreary daze, but nevertheless he shook his head to snap himself out of it. He smiled at Splatters and responded happily:
"Spatters, I never thought that a cheerful little filly like you could have come from such a difficult situation. I think your paintings are wonderful...in fact, I would like to buy one, frame it, and put one in the studio! How much for one of your expressive compositions?"
He continued to smile as he looked at the filly. Aww, such a gifted a youth. I'm sure she'll make it big in this city someday. Listening to Portia's praise as well, he felt butterflies take off in his stomach. His eye twitched for a second before looking to Portia. He had noticed she was looking at him. Why is she biting her lip? Is she okay? Action only smiled back.
"You sound like you got a pretty good grip on the fine arts. You sound like you're from Canterlot. Many cultured unicorns do hail from there and travel here because of the aristocracy and such. I really look forward to working with you. It's good to know somepony who knows a lot about art because I usually can learn something or two from them. After all, film is only 150 years old." He kept his tone genuine as he continued to smile.
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Post by splatterpaint on Feb 18, 2012 22:11:09 GMT -5
It seemed to Splatterpaint that almost everyone was getting tired, by the looks of all this yawning. Well, it was pretty late. She resisted the urge to yawn, with some difficulty, and listened to what the two said. At the sound of Portia's question, Splatter's eyes widened, glittering with excitement,"You really mean it Portia? Oh my gosh, that would be...amazing! I'd love to work with you!" the idea of 1.having a job that she would like, and 2. going to a class really exited Splatters. Plus, she would be able to rake in some more bits, which would be great. She didn't really know much about the Bard and what not, but she would like to learn a bit about him.
Actionn's comment made her smile, "Thanks! And do you really want to buy one?" She had thought she wouldn't get to sell anything, but apparently she would. That was a relief, she didn't want to come home empty-hooved. She was glad that Action seemed to like her paintings. She removed a couple paintings from her bag, some large, some small. One was a still-life one she had painted a couple of days ago, and the other two were just a swirl of colorful blotches of paint. She liked to think that her paintings told stories, although most ponies just saw them as paint spilled onto canvases. "Choose whichever one you like, three bits!" Normally they were five, but he got a new-friend discount, of course.
At his comment about Portia's knowledge about the fine-arts, she nodded vigorously in agreement. "Yeah, you seem to now a whole lot about plays and stuff, I thought you were from Canterlot. Are you?"
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Post by portiabuckworth on Feb 29, 2012 16:54:23 GMT -5
Portia examined the paintings in front of her, smiling in approval. It would be interesting indeed to see what this gifted filly had to offer her productions.
Portia looked up as Action and Splatter addressed her. Was she from Canterlot? "Why, yes, I am from Canterlot. I didn't think that would be so obvious." She grinned. "My father is also a director and my mother was a very fine chef. In fact, she had hoped that I would follow in her hoofsteps, but I was a bit too busy working with my father to pay her much heed. All of my recipes come from her, though. I figure it's only fair to honor both parents' hard work in my productions."
Portia glanced at the clock above the kitchen door and gasped. "My, my! Time does fly! I do hope I don't seem like a terrible hostess, but I do have so many things to unpack tomorrow. All of you are more than welcome to stop by at any time, of course..." Portia paused, uncertain if she really wanted her guests to leave. Her theatre was wonderful, of course, but it could get so lonely at times.
Portia grinned again, determined not to reveal her thoughts. Besides, there was no point in asking them to stay. They had lives as well, and Splaterpaint's parents would most likely be wondering where their daughter had gotten off to by now.
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