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Post by portiabuckworth on Nov 5, 2011 19:08:01 GMT -5
Portia Buckworth pranced about the streets of Manehatten, taping flyers to everything she saw, including a number of ponies. Her fuchsia cape fluttered in the chilly breeze and her sunglasses lay perched on top of her head. She whistled a merry tune, leaped into the street and performed a pirouette, ignoring the yells of other ponies as she crossed and resumed plastering her flyers. Today was a fantastic day, for her theatre had just opened to the public. The flyers read thus: Manehatten Shakesponian Theatre
Now Enrolling
Wanting to learn the arts of public speaking, acting or just wanting to have more confidence?
Always been curious about the life of the greatest Bard of all time?
Seeking to expand your skills in a fun, exciting atmosphere?
LOOK NO FURTHER!
Shakesponian Director Portia Buckworth offers this and much more! Bring in a flyer for a discounted tuition! No matter what your talent, age, or past experiences, we have a place for you! Portia felt as if she was about to explode. Her dream was finally coming true! |
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Nov 7, 2011 16:00:09 GMT -5
Klepto was standing against a wall, eating a sandwich and minding his own business, when he felt a sudden "tap" against his side. Turning to his left, he found a piece of paper taped to him as well as the pony who had put it there, now trotting along, tacking similar papers everywhere in sight. "Hey!" Klepto called out through a mouth full of food. He paused a moment to swallow before continuing. "This isn't pin the tail on the pony... or... pin the flier on the pony in this case."
Holding the sandwich between his teeth, Klepto removed the flier from himself and began reading. "Shakesponian Theatre blah blah blah learn the arts of public speaking blah blah blah expand your skills..." Klepto shrugged, taping the flier onto his saddle bag for the time being so he could take the sandwich out of his mouth. "I don't know if it's your eyesight or what, but I always thought that I was pretty distinguishable from a lamp post."
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Post by flatfoot on Nov 19, 2011 10:49:01 GMT -5
Flatfoot trotted along his patrol route with his muzzle in the air and a cookie in his mouth. "'At ol' lady Rivers makes a fine snickerdoodle..." he declared, as he crunched the remainder of his treat into his mouth. Then he lowered his head, opened his eyes and recoiled in shock at all of the fliers strewn about the city block, left on walls, trees and on some ponies. "Looks like we 'ave a litterbug in the vicinity!" Flatfoot pointed his head, narrowing his ears and squinting his eyes in the distance, finally seeing a brown and green tail disappear over the next paved rocky hill. Immediately he began to dash off in pursuit. "Hey, come back here! you gotta licence for 'ees fliers!?!"
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Post by portiabuckworth on Nov 22, 2011 0:45:20 GMT -5
Portia pranced back to her theatre, quite pleased with herself, when she heard somepony calling to her. She turned about and spotted an officer galloping towards her. What in Equestria had she done? Or, Portia gasped, perhaps her precious theatre had been broken into! Backing away from her home/business and convinced it had to be the latter, she cantered to the officer.
"Nothing was stolen, right, officer? Whatever's in there isn't worth much, except perhaps some lighting and technical equipment. Oh! But it'd be such a pain to have to redo everything! What if it's all torn up? I'd have to resew all of my lovely costumes and props! I'm supposed to be starting my first class this week! I can't do all that in a few days!" The thought was simply catastrophic. She couldn't bear it, but bit her lip and sniffed to stop herself from crying. All that work gone to waste!
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Nov 22, 2011 17:27:10 GMT -5
Klepto frowned as the unicorn seemingly ignored or him, probably too far away to hear him or too wrapped up in her flier posting. Or both. "Whatever," he mumbled to himself. He was about to take another bite of his sandwich, but noticed a familiar looking police pony running in her direction, a police pony Klepto had had a not-so-friendly encounter with not too long ago. But Klepto wasn't one to miss out on some well-deserved karma, and he figured as long as he stayed in the background, the police pony probably wouldn't recognize him. It's not like cops had that great a memory anyways, right?
Putting the sandwich back in his mouth, Klepto slowly trotted in the two ponies' direction. It wasn't long before he caught up with them, and it even looked like the unicorn was on the verge of crying. "Oooooh this is good," he thought to himself, as he came to a halt a fair distance away. "All I need is a bucket of popcorn."
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Post by flatfoot on Nov 23, 2011 7:44:04 GMT -5
Flatfoot quickly worked to console the pony, which he just discovered to be female...and quite dramatic. "No, no, Calm down. Nothing like 'at has happened. I just wanted to tell you you're makin' quite a mess with those fliers. We've got bulletin boards spaced fifteen feet at street corners for 'at particular kind of advertisin'. We don't need 'em to be posted on every wall, window an' bystander."
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Post by mutemover on Nov 24, 2011 22:26:20 GMT -5
A bright yellow pegasus fluttered above the streets of Manehattan, worry etched into her face. Her money supply was running dangerously low, and she was growing rather tired of living off of the generosity of others, as it was rather... inconsistent. Maybe she should settle down somewhere, find a job or something...
The thought didn't sit well with her; she still felt the need to keep herself moving.
Mute's line of thought was shot to pieces as she flew around a corner and came upon some little commotion; a brown mare in a cape was crying, accompanied by an official-looking pony who was talking to her.
Mute scribbled quickly on her notepad, then flew down and landed in front of the ponies. She handed the paper to the crying unicorn.
"Hey there, I don't know what's wrong, but I'd love to help you out if I can. My name's Mute Mover, by the way."
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Post by portiabuckworth on Dec 11, 2011 5:19:16 GMT -5
Portia looked curiously at the officer, realization dawning slowly. Wall, window, and bystander? Bystander? She gasped. She must have gotten carried away again!Portia opened her mouth to apologize when a rather sweet-looking pegasus landed next to them and handed Portia a piece of paper. She started laughing through her tears. "Oh Celestia bless you! I apologize, officer, Miss. I must seem a wreck! I guess I got a little carried away with those flyers, Sir. You see, I just opened my theatre and thought they would be good as coupons to potential customers. I promise, I meant to just put them on doors, you know, small town style, but I got a little excited at the prospect of teaching and directing again and, well, you know." Portia grinned. "I hope I didn't do any serious damage, Officer. I could clean it up if you'd like."
Portia winked at the pegasus next to her, still grinning, when she caught sight of another stallion standing a distance away. He seemed vaguely familiar and... had she just caught him watching them? A shudder of excitement went down Portia's spine and she resisted the urge to put on a better, proper performance for her (perhaps imagined) audience.
Come now, Portia, keep cool. Now is not the time to start reciting Shakespony to the streets. You aren't part of a flash mob, for Celestia's sake!
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Post by flatfoot on Dec 12, 2011 14:00:30 GMT -5
Flatfoot gave a sigh. "No, no 'at's all-right. I'm willin' te give you a warnin' this time, but please...show some consideration fer your fellow pony in the future..." Flatfoot began a slow trot away from the thespian and in the direction of Klepto. "Hey, misanthrope, I'll let you earn an honest 12 bits if ye help me clean all 'e fliers offa these windows..."
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Dec 12, 2011 16:58:46 GMT -5
"Mmfanthrof?" Klepto asked, realizing that he was still holding the sandwich in his mouth and removing it before continuing. "I don't know what that means, but I don't appreciate the name calling," He then looked over at the flier-plastered windows, letting out a sigh before stowing away what was left of his sandwich and trotting over to one of them. It wasn't that he enjoyed taking down fliers or anything, but he was short on funds. Besides, getting twelve bits for something so easy was practically stealing anyway, right? How hard could it be to take down some pieces of paper.
"I bet you're gettin' a kick out of this, huh? Promising me money to clean up her mess." he said as he reached one of the windows and began removing the fliers. "Well I'll do it, but only 'cause I wanna see you lose the money." He paused a moment to look over and nod his head towards the unicorn who had put the fliers up in the first place. "How come you're not making her do it too? They're her fliers, after all." He turned back to the window, continuing his work. "Instead, you're gonna let her off scotch-free, even though I'd probably be servin' jail time for something like this. Well I'll remember this when the elections come up," he called back, unaware that most police ponies were not elected. "We can't have biased ponies maintaining the law around here."
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