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Post by trickshot on Dec 7, 2011 18:54:58 GMT -5
He must've lived in Manehattan all his life. A lot of ponies moved around, but not him. Somehow the city streets still grabbed his attention, always throwing out something new and strange. Something that he hadn't seen before.
The city gave him inspiration, and in the end, that was all he had ever felt he'd need. This evening was different, however - for some reason, he just couldn't sit still and observe the world the way he liked to. Thus, the smoke-hued stallion was wandering aimlessly through Manehattan's back streets, trying to find some kind of purpose... or a sandwich. Celestia, he was hungry.
Often the phrase 'do what you love' is accompanied by 'I'm skint', which so happened to be his case. Trick Shot adored both his talent and his audience, as rough-and-tumble as they were, but he was lacking in the, uh, funds department. Which left him nigh bitless and idly drifting through the city. Perhaps one of the vendors would be so kind as to put a snack on his tab...
"Anypony got a bite to eat?" He called, flicking his head back to knock the beanie out of his eyes. |
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Post by flatfoot on Dec 12, 2011 14:03:16 GMT -5
"Oh, tryin' to make a dishonest meal, eh!" A stern irish-twinged voice came out from the distance. Before long Trick Shot was met with a blue-colored pony with a silver-badge cutie mark. he immediately took out a notepad and held it to he floor with his hoof while he scribbled with a quill. "That's one ticket for vagrancy, another fer panhandling..."
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Post by danielalaverne on Dec 13, 2011 17:16:32 GMT -5
Morrow yawned. She was quite sure that wouldn't sound too exciting if her life were a story, but that was the way things were and she just preferred to speak directly and openly about what was on her mind. She spend enough time with and around the wealthy upper class, due to her parents, to understand their way of talking, but it wasn't just her thing. She was a pony of saying it as it is and not hiding her intentions.
Of course, she knew that sometimes it was just better to not speak, for example when another pony was in need of someone to listen, or would be hurt by the one or other thing said, however to pretend something just to fit in an elite circle...? That was another story and not her thing.
The short grown Pegasus got called back to reality and being fully awake by her pet bird, accompanying her, as usually on her hat, as they almost ran into two ponies ahead. It was just this time of the day that was not kind on Morrow.
There was a blue-pelted stallion talking down, as it appeared, on another one, this one with more grayish colors, a beanie hat and a desperate look on his face. What did he talk about, food, wasn't it? Was he hungry? That something like that could happen in Equestria! Now, the blue pony had a easy understandable badge as cutie mark and along with his words, Morrow recognized a police pony. Hm, she could even swear she had seen him before, but where? Oh well.
"What's the matter, officer? He seems to be awfully hungry, I'm sure he can't afford to pay those tickets either if he can't get some hay even..." My, okay, that was probably one moment to not be too direct, but then again, could she just let this happening? Wasn't she meant to do something and not look away? "Wasn't there a charity kitchen at 12th Ave - Coal Miners Lane? Unless they closed it down..." She turned towards the grayish stallion, "You'd like me to show you the way?"
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Post by trickshot on Dec 13, 2011 21:35:13 GMT -5
The relief he had briefly felt upon the sound of hooves behind him was quickly vanquished by the Irish tone. Peering out from under his beanie, the colt flashed him an innocent grin - he couldn't face another run-in with the law. Not that he ever really did anything to get himself into such trouble, but it wouldn't be the first time to get dragged off by the authorities.
"Awh, c'mon officer, I was just askin' around." Came the coy plead, Trick Shot's tail flicking anxiously from side to side. "I can earn my way, if somepony'll pay me."
Granted, traipsing round Manehattan's nightlife wasn't exactly going to roll in the bits, but he could make do. That was, if he wasn't being pulled up by the police every two minutes. His spirits were once again lifted, however, upon the arrival of yet another voice. Quite the pony of the night, it seemed. A short bow was sent to the pegasus in some weak acknowledgement of her arrival before he really began to pay attention to her words. A kitchen?
"Ah, miss, I don't need charity. Just the promise of a sandwich or some bits. Can't put on a show without an audience, now." He tried to explain. It wasn't pride that was causing him to pull away from the idea - more guilt. He was in a tight spot, sure, but the colt could pull himself out of it should the opportunity arise. Although, as his stomach let out a loud growl for the umpteenth time that night, he did pause. "Ah, well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea." He grinned sheepishly. |
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Post by splatterpaint on Dec 13, 2011 23:33:28 GMT -5
Splatterpaint sighed as she packed up her pack for another attempt at selling her paintings. She wasn't rolling in nearly as much bits as she wanted too, so she had no choice but to go out again to try to get enough money to support her family. Ponies just didn't seem to want to buy paintings anymore, which was such a shame. Well, she had to try, so Splatterpaint slipped on a worn black scarf, slapped on her filled pack, and trotted out of the art studio and out into the cold Manehattan streets.
After a bit of walking around and talking to a few decent ponies, and had even sold two of her paintings. Feeling perkier than usual, Splatterpaint turned onto a new street, which wasn't empty but in fact occupied by three other ponies. One she recognized as Flatfoot, the officer pony whom had gotten her in trouble a number of times for painting on the walls of empty buildings, (Those paintings hadn't been graffiti, they were art.) but the other two she didn't recognize. Curiosity overcoming her, Splatterpaint trotted over to the cluster of ponies, where she heard that the pony with the beanie was apparently asking for food or something. Poor guy, he looks pretty hungry. Splatterpaint couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy, especially since she knew what it felt like to be desperate.
"Come on, Mister Flatfoot, let him be. Can't you see he must be hungry? Honestly, you shouldn't go around arresting everypony every time somepony does something." Splatters spoke up, her voice disapproving, which, quite frankly, was hard to take seriously when her voice sounded so childish. But all the same, she hated when ponies got in trouble just because they needed a bit of generosity for some other pony. She was aware that she probably shouldn't speak to Flatfoot that way, but she wasn't afraid of getting into trouble, since she had several times before, so what did she have to lose?
Splatterpaint turned to the pony with the beanie hat. "That's a cool hat you got there, Mister. I don't have food with me, but I got some bits to spare." She reached back in her pack and dug through it's contents, spilling a couple paintings in the process. Finally she located the bits she had earned. 6 bits. Not much, but oh well. She snatched up all the bits and held them out for the other pony to take. "This is all I have, I'm afraid. But it should be enough to get you somethin' yummy." she smiled broadly, glad she had done a good deed.
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Post by flatfoot on Dec 14, 2011 6:09:31 GMT -5
"Did I say someone was gettin' arrested?" Flatfoot said with a bit of incredulity. "Not at all, but the law is the law an' if a pony is out here messin' with the order, I at least have to bring it to their attention. It's my job. Yeh know this well enough," He said, addressing Splatterpaint, though with his head tilted high and his eyes closed it was hard to tell. "I let you go every time I mistook one o' yuir murals for graffiti din't I...? Also, it MAY help a lost hungry soul to take note as to where he may be staindin' in the city."
Flatfoot put a hoof onto the nearby wall of the alley, just above it was a sign that said 'Our Lady of The Ladle - Charitable Soup Kitchen.' With a semi-sincere grin in the direction of Trick shot and Morrow Rose he intoned "It jus' goes to show 'at in Manehatten there's a right way t' do everythin' even beg fer food... An' if your willin' to come inside I'll tear up these tickets."
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Post by danielalaverne on Dec 17, 2011 15:34:05 GMT -5
There had been times when Morrow had faced the stern look on a police pony's face before, and even though that was years ago, she still had an automatic association in her head with the police often defending those who could afford it. Still, it wasn't really fair to judge all law enforcing ponies by that experience, but did she have the time and chance to learn more about the situation? Didn't she have to act?
Part of the decision was taken off her wings and hooves as another pony came to support the hat-wearing stallion as well. The delivery Pegasus nodded in approval to her and was about to speak up again, offering help - again, as she heard the blue stallion's words and she felt her cheeks turn hot. Oh no, silly Morrow, you really talked before thinking here; but how could I know-
"I'm- Sorry, officer, silly misunderstanding then. I-", and then he spoke more, and Morrow followed with her eyes to where his hoof and grin were pointing. At first she couldn't make out the sign, but taking a few steps back she could see it all in details above their heads - 'Our Lady of The Ladle - Charitable Soup Kitchen' - and silently wished she could teleport away like an Unicorn right now: Of course that didn't happen.
"How in Equestria could I miss that sign? I really think I need a good strong coffee. Or tea, either way. Anypony who want to join me, feel invited." Really, that would probably the best plan, before she did anything silly like that again.
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Post by trickshot on Dec 21, 2011 17:46:24 GMT -5
The smoky stallion was used to crowds, but being at the centre of one other than for one of his shows was unnerving. Bowing his head slightly, he listened to the others intently, trying to make heads or tails of the group dynamic. As the new, seemingly gentler pony also joined their entourage, he couldn't help but feel a little warm inside. He was being defended by two strangers now!
The officer's accent required just a little bit of deciphering before he could respond properly, but Trick Shot was elated to hear some kind words from the other stallion. Stomach on a low growl, the stallion nodded along to the conversation, a nervous laugh bouncing on the air.
"Very kind of ye, gotta admit all my years in this city, I've not been to the shelter yet... I mean, you lot even had to direct me to it. Thank ye for that." Chuckled the stallion, flicking the beanie back as he lifted his muzzle. The sign was quite clear, now that he could see it... if that made sense. Almost like 'that building you always pass but never notice' kind of thing. He couldn't help but smile at Morrow's invitation of tea, too. Glancing over to the delivery pony, he nodded, a warm smile on his chilly features. "I'd love a drink, if they've got 'em. Anypony comin' in?"
And with that, he made his way just over to the door of the shelter. After all, he didn't want to just leave after they'd all tried to help him. |
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Post by splatterpaint on Dec 24, 2011 20:34:50 GMT -5
"True enough, Mr. Flatfoot, sorry." Splatterpaint replied apologetically, "I guess I shouldn't make assumptions like that." She looked up at the soup kitchen. She had been in a few times, when business had been bad. The food there was quite good, and the ponies who worked there were super nice. It wouldn't hurt to go in again, especially since she was well aware that there wasn't much of a dinner awaiting her when she got home. It would be fun to get to drink tea and talk to these ponies, so Splatterpaint followed Morrow and Trick Shot, "Tea sounds yummy. I'm coming!"
She trotted into the kitchen, yummy smells smothering her. Sure, it wasn't gourmet food, but she wasn't picky. She stopped and turned, waiting for the others to follow.
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