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Post by Red Charge on Sept 15, 2011 18:42:08 GMT -5
A lot of ponies couldn't count the number of years that have passed since Manehattan felt such a terrible disturbance.
The six largest, most well-guarded shops in the city were all sacked in one night. No witnesses, no hoof-prints, nothing but whispers of a name, which had not been heard outside of pony-tales in years.
The Grey Shadow, most notorious thief in pony history, and oddly enough, one never proven to have existed. The same feat was performed by him the last time, or so the stories say. The police claims it to be a mere tale to frighten the children, and that it must have been a gang of thieves working simultaneously. Of course with the exception of the note wielding the letter -G- in every store. This time, the same notes were left with the letter -S- . Combined the two form the initials G.S or "Grey Shadow."
The entire city was abuzz, private investigators were contract nearly instantly by the owners of the major stores in the city. Should this truly herald the return of the Grey Shadow, they wanted him caught, and they did not trust the police to be able to do so on their own.
With so many ponies out and about investigating, who will it be that finally uncovers the truth behind these robberies, and perhaps finally put a rest, or prove, the legend of the Grey Shadow?
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Post by delavegaprimo on Sept 15, 2011 19:30:08 GMT -5
Upon hearing the news of the Grey Shadow's return, Action Shot boarded up every window in his studio apartment on the 2nd floor. He was prepared to not take any chances. " Nopony's gonna get in here. I don't care if they're a unicorn with the ability to teleport, it won't matter anyway, I've burned a majority of my scripts...they were all stupid anyway." Action's words left a sour taste in his mouth. All those years of work, gone. But, on the bright side, he became a better writer because of it. The only scripts he currently possessed were all on his pony: Pegasus Wings, his Magnum Opus his greatest work...the perfect action movie, which he kept in a saddle bag on himself; Once Upon a Blue Moon, a romantic comedy that was his first film idea ever before his switched to Action scripts; and Dragon Samba, a satirical exploitation film that hit on the idea of what the Cult of the Eclipse "actually" was. " Well, that should be it. I have my camera on me as well...and I can always send for another tripod from Hoofington, so I'll leave that on the bed, nothin' fancy." Action left apartment 2B and traveled down the stairwell and reached the main entrance. He went outside and could not believe the sight before his eyes. All of downtown was filled with ponies, everywhere. Mostly, from what he could tell, Private eyes, on every corner. Looking around the streets, examining roads, buildings, and talking to ponies at their doorsteps, gathering information on what they could. Action's jaw dropped and as he readjusted his spectacles, he pulled his camera from his saddle bag and propped it against his shoulder. He looked through the optical viewfinder and began to record. His commentary started: Here we have downtown Manehattan for an important day in Equestrian history. After many years, the infamous Gray Menace has returned and is ready to strike again! But where? As Action provided his commentary, he panned from the buildings to the throng of investigators about the streets. He began to walk forward and as he zoomed in on some of the investigators, he took note of who all was there: Everypony who is somepony has gathered here today. They are here out of fear, excitement, and protection from this formless adversary. From private investigators to worried shopkeepers, Manehattan is united to take down this threat. Who is the Gray Menace? What kind of skeletons will be found in citizens closets? Is this going to turn out be like the movies? Hay no, this is the real deal folks.
I, Action Shot, CEO and founder of Revelations Primo, shall guide you through this journey of grandiose majesty and dark secrets. I will try to answer all questions as best as possible and I shall interview anypony in town as well as record every step of the way. This is Hunt for the Gray Menace, DAY 1 [/b].[/color][/i] [/center] Action Shot turned the camera off and set it gently back into his saddle bag. That should be good for now, I'll take a look around town until then. Action slowly explored downtown and awaited the adventure that laid before him unfolded into a stream of great events.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Sept 16, 2011 0:21:44 GMT -5
Klepto was walking down a lone street in Manehattan, surprised to find how quiet it was, much quieter than he had experienced previously in the city. The crowds filling up the sidewalks was what seemed to him to take the most getting used to, but if it was like this more often, maybe it wouldn't take him long to get used to at all. "This actually isn't too bad," he thought to himself, glad to actually be able to tell where he was going for once.
That is, until he rounded a corner. As soon as he did, he found dozens upon dozens of ponies crowding the street, all wandering to and fro, talking to each other, searching around. Not only was it more crowded than he had ever seen, but a large portion of the ponies happened to be detectives. What the hay were so many detectives doing on this one street?
"Sheesh,' Klepto thought to himself, pushing through the crowd as he tried to make his way down the street. "Was somebody murdered at the butler convention or something?"
He finally managed to squeeze into a small spot on the side of the street. He stopped for a few seconds, watching the mass of ponies in utter bewilderment. "Good grief, I don't think I've ever seen so many gumshoes in one place." He was seriously wondering what had caused the massive gathering, but wasn't about to ask one of the numerous detectives wandering about the scene. The last thing he wanted was for one of them to find out who he was and what he did, and detectives had a habit of finding things out.
Klepto craned his neck left and right before spotting a pony who was very clearly not a detective standing nearby, a brown-pelted, glasses-wearing colt with a long black mane. "Hey, Buddy," Klepto said, approaching the earth pony. "Do you know what's going on with all of..." Klepto paused, motioning towards the mass of ponies moving about with his left hoof. "this?"
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Post by delavegaprimo on Sept 17, 2011 22:25:47 GMT -5
As Action Shot readjusted his saddle bags and as he heard a voice coming from behind, he turned around to find a colt, light-brown pelted with a short and untidy mane. Well, this is certainly a surprise, a new face in town...I shouldn't place the camera on him...just remember Action keep your passion IN CHECK.
Action let out a smirk to assure a friendly greeting. His voice started calm and considerate:
"Hello fellow gentlecoat, Its nice to meet you. I'm Action Shot, Indy Filmmaker Extraordinaire. Well, to sum it up: Basically, THE legendary thief, Gray Shadow has made his way into Manehattan once more. He's regarded as the greatest thief Equestria has thrown everypony for a loop.
As for me, I'm filming a documentary based on this once-in-a-lifetime event...and well, if you don't mind that is, do you want to be my first interview for this documentary?" Action's passion swelled up at the end of his voice, causing it to go from a normal tone to a half-bellow and his eye twitched a tiny bit.
Son of a Smoogle...stupid, stupid, stupid.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Sept 18, 2011 13:44:36 GMT -5
Klepto gave the colt a blank stare for several seconds. "...legendary thief? ...greatest thief in Equestria? ..." The words echoed around in his head for several seconds before he came to his senses.
Was he a little jealous? Perhaps, but being a thief wasn't about fame or being heralded as the legendary or the greatest. A good thief shouldn't even want people to know that his crimes are interconnected. That's just drawing more suspicion, making people take more precautions, increasing unnecessary risk. A good thief wouldn't have caused all of this commotion. A good thief wouldn't now have more than a city's worth of detectives trying to track him down.
And thanks to this loser, Klepto was now going to have to be more careful. Then again, it also provided an opportunity. People might be taking extra precautions now, but the Grey Shadow also made a good scapegoat. Who robbed this apartment? Why the Grey Shadow of course! What about this one? It must have been the Grey Shadow!
What if somepony had already thought of that, though? What if the Grey Shadow was nothing more than a fabrication meant to divert the authorities attention to a thief they couldn't catch? It wasn't a bad idea, Klepto had to admit. But whether or not the Grey Shadow actually existed, he was nothing Klepto needed to be concerned about.
He then realized that the colt was still waiting on Klepto to answer him. "Oh... uh... sure..." he responded, not having paid enough attention to remember what exactly the colt had asked.
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Post by delavegaprimo on Sept 18, 2011 19:47:58 GMT -5
Action waited for a bit for the fair-maned colt to answer his question...it was almost as if he was ignoring Action, but hey, film was a tough business. As the pony's sheepish look changed to awareness and acknowledged Action's question, he returned to sheepish state once more. But overall, Action's passion had skyrocketed as soon as he said "yes." He couldn't contain a smile so instead, took a deep breath stepped backward from his potential interviewee and muttered to himself: " Just calm down Action Shot...remember Sun Stroke's advice? Be passive-aggressive...and then passionate as a Director...NOT ALL THE TIME ..." He took another deep breath and retrieved his camcorder from his saddle bag. He turned it on and focused the lens on the the fair-maned equine. and Action cleared his throat and pressed the record button and spoke with his best distinguished tone: Well, it seems that a citizen in the fair city of Manehattan has graciously agreed to be my first interview for this documentary. I just want to say sir, would be so kind as to give your name...just a first name, if you're comfortable, you may give a full name.
I also just want to run by a couple of questions for now as well. What was going through your head when you arrived in downtown today to see everypony in commerce to try to capture the elusive Grey Shadow?
...and what are your feelings toward this high-profile criminal? Do you find him exciting? Does he interest you?
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Post by stray on Sept 18, 2011 23:00:18 GMT -5
"Hah! That scoundrel is up to his old tricks again, honey," Stray murmured to himself. He walked through the near empty streets of Manehattan, eager to see the crime scene. Only once before has the city been this hushed up, and he almost reveled in the memory. It seems that he was the only pony around with a smile on his face.
It was many years ago since Grey Shadow struck this city - back then, he, too, wanted to capture the thief, despite being only a budding writer back then. He and his fiance (later, wife) followed the investigation, as he wrote notes and she took photographs of the scenes. She was a news photographer, after all. They planned on making a book together once the investigation wrapped up, but... Grey Shadow slipped through everyone's hooves. No surprise there.
"What an adventure that would have been, if Grey Shadow was found. You were so enthralled by the thought!" He laughed, drawing stares from passerby ponies. They would stay up through the wee hours of the night, running through every theory their minds could think up. And to think, the Grey Shadow helped bring them closer! "Oh, I know I am too old to play cops-and-robbers. But I cannot help myself. I want to finish our book..."
He turned a corner, where he heard the crimes occurred. He expected lots of activity, a hustle and bustle. And there was! Ponies, ponies everywhere! But nothing to see. Still searching for clues, eh? Six shops is a lot of ground to cover, but with so many ponies... Just like last time, isn't it? His head was buzzing with his old theories and plot hooks, but he also remembered the endings...
Even so, he used his magic to take his journal and pen out of his saddlebag. His trusty journal and pen. These weren't the ones he had back then, as a young colt, but they were better quality. He levitated them both in front of him, and wrote at the top of a new page:
Return of the Grey Menace
"That'll do, as a working title. Now, lesse..." Stray wasn't interested in the investigators as a subject for his story. They were too boring, even WHEN they decided to talk to him. Nevertheless, he was back in his territory. And it felt good.
Stray wrote a few observations of the scene before him, writing with a keen, but dramatic flair. Soon, a whole page was full. He then plunged into the bustling crowd, hoping to find more details to write about. But, he couldn't force his way through as easily as he used to. He was just too old. What I would give for a pair of wings... With a scowl, he made his way to a small pocket where there were only two ponies. One with messy hair, and the other holding a camcorder...
Stray laughed quietly to himself. That's Action Shot! Never met him personally, but he heard of his company, Revalations Primo. Those action/adventure movies were quite good, but he nodded to himself as he remembered the struggle that all writers faced - creating the perfect story. He couldn't resist the drama unfolding in Manehattan, either.
"Haha, well, I'll watch for a while," he murmured to himself. He didn't want to interrupt the interview - his own interviews had been disrupted by ignorant passerby before. So, he amused himself with the hairstyle of the youth being interviewed instead - strange hair seemed to be in style in Manehattan. He wrote a few notes while watching the youth's behavior, getting an idea for a protagonist in another one of his stories.
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Sept 19, 2011 19:15:26 GMT -5
Klepto's face went blank for a second as he saw the colt pull out a camcorder and realized that he was about to be interviewed... on film. His recognize-ability would be increased tenfold in the event he was ever spotted in the midst of a heist, and it certainly wasn't going to help him maintain a low profile. He wasn't going to back down after he had agreed to it, however (even if he had done so unknowingly). He would just have to be careful.
"Uh..." Klepto said, his eyes darting around for something he could use to come up with a name. "Lantern..." he said slowly and unsurely after spotting a lamppost. "And... what was I thinking when I got here? I guess I was wondering what the hay was with all of the detectives and what-not. Seriously, don't these ponies have anything better to do?"
"And what do I think about the Grey Shadow? Well by the looks of it, he could just be doing it for all of the attention. He's probably just some poor, lost filly crying out for recognition. You ponies are giving him exactly what he wants. Maybe you wouldn't have to worry about being robbed all the time if you didn't make such a big fuss over it."
Klepto smiled nervously at the camera. His eyes turned towards an elderly unicorn writing something down in a journal for a moment before focusing back on the lens. "Hey, is this going to be airing anytime soon?"
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Post by mafipulater on Sept 20, 2011 4:39:15 GMT -5
The most annoying thing about the Grey Shadow's return, as far as Sea was concerned, was the fact that her neighbors decided that it was so important that they had to start gabbing about it as loudly as possible through the apartment's paper-thin walls while she was trying to sleep.
Sea was never really a morning pegasus, but her sleeping habits had worsened after moving to Manehattan (usually sleeping well into the afternoon), mostly because she spent the last several dozen nights staying up late, scouting for venues where she might have opportunities to showcase her talents. She already performed a couple times in Manehattan, but just the previous night, she was having a great time at a concert, checking out a local rock band. It was late when she got back to her apartment. So being woken up by her neighbors' chatting about some mysterious pony that stole some junk from shops she didn't care about was not on her list of things to do – even if it was at a time when most reasonable ponies would be wide awake.
After a brief exchange with her neighbors through the walls, the brown-pelted pegasus realized she wasn’t going to get back to sleep. So she decided she might as well go out for a walk. She didn’t have too many chances to exercise since moving, so she took this as an opportunity to keep in shape. And, she may as well also try to see why there's such a big fuss over this Grey Shadow. She went out in her standard attire (as always, because a pony’s gotta look good!) consisting of a white tee, black vest, snapback, watch, sunglasses, and a pair of gold chains. She grabbed her saddlebag too.
The street she lived on was deserted, so as she trotted along the sidewalk, she decided to practice freestyling by herself:
"Ayo, one, two, one-two, one-two That's how I usually begin, about to leave ya in chagrin Six Flow makin' so much din that it oughta be a sin A rest on the beat, but this Wolf goes sleepless I'm a cut above the rest, head and shoulders, like a genius The opposite of a mute; I'm leaving all of ya speechless Flow's so seamless, ya can't hope to beat this One filly outta Filly, the mare married to the mic Hot like chili, and sharper than a pike..."
And yeah, so on and so forth, kind of like that.
As she approached downtown, the streets got busier, so she stopped rapping to herself. On one particular street, ponies crowded the roads. “Well, if this Grey Shadow guy can cause this much ruckus by himself, he can’t be that bad,” Sea chuckled to herself, remembering the trouble she used to cause back in Fillydelphia.
The purple-maned pony raised her wings as she tried to make room for herself moving through the crowd. She noticed two earth ponies – one she recognized, one she didn’t.
The pony she didn't recognize had a long, flowing mane and a camcorder (perhaps doing some kind of report or interview?) and was talking to the pony she did recognize, who she met before on her apartment's roof. She also noticed an older unicorn nearby, who seemed to be watching the others. She folded her wings and approached.
“Ayo, old unicorn dude,” Sea said, gently nudging the elder unicorn. She took off her shades and hooked them into her shirt. “What’s the haps?” She motioned toward the two earth ponies nearby. “This about the Grey Shadow?”
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Post by delavegaprimo on Sept 20, 2011 14:25:22 GMT -5
Action noticed "Lantern's" eyes dart back and forth.
Is he nervous? That's okay, its normal to be camera shy. Besides, if he had hidden motivations, it wouldn't make a difference. Film was an adventure, everything was worth experiencing. As Action thought to himself, "Lantern" had finished voicing his opinion.
He took notes of Lantern's words. His answers were bitter, but honest. To him, every voice was important in any film, even a documentary. As the fair-maned colt looked away from the camera, Action spotted an elderly pony in background writing in a journal as he continued to focus the frame on "Lantern."
"Hmm, that's Stray, one of the citizens of Manehattan to lived here the longest! Surely he would be a good reference to when the history of the initial Grey Shadow heists happened. I should ask him next," muttered Action to himself. His attention was directed back at "Lantern" as soon as he asked Action a question.
"Very good Mr. Lantern," Action said as he turned his camera off, "...and uh, to answer your question, I would say about a couple of months after everything is filmed. Then I would have to review the footage and edit in post-production. If you like, I can edit your interview out if you like...but I just needed somewhere to begin. Thanks for your time."
He set the camera back into his saddle bag and sealed it up. He waved a hoof goodbye and began to make his way over to Stray. Thoughts of excitement also began to buzz around in his head:
Wow, that went way more professional than I thought. I like "Lantern." He seems like a nice pony. But no time to focus on new friends. There's work to be done, focus Action Shot, you're the head of Revelations Primo. Stray, that's right. A living legend when it comes to writing. Without him, I would've never turned to try my own hand at writing my own screenplays in the first place.
Action had walked kiddie-corner to the other side of the street to meet the elderly stallion.
"Holy Smoogle!!!! It's ACTUALLY YOU! The greatest writer in all of Manehattan! Stranger...I mean, um...CAN I call YoU STrrrayyY?!" Action's passion had bubbled up so much he couldn't contain himself. He dove into his saddle bag and pulled out his copy of Dragon Samba and held it out in his mouth.
"Canf I-f haff yourf autograff?!" Action said gleefully while his script was clenched in his teeth. His eye twitching yet again.
Monkey sauce on white rice!! Calm yourself, Action...you're looking like an idiot in front of your inspiration...
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Post by stray on Sept 20, 2011 18:39:06 GMT -5
Stray felt that the youth was lying about his name. The main character, wishing to keep his identity a secret, chooses a new alias inspired from inanimate objects... It almost went by the book. He also saw the nervous darting of the youth's eyes, and noted how slowly he said his own name. In summary, he was attempting to hide something from the general public. For whatever reasons "Lantern" wanted to keep his real name a secret, however, was unknown to him. Perhaps he was camera shy. Perhaps he was a runaway, unwilling to reveal himself to the public.
Or, perhaps, in a big twist, HE was behind the latest string of robberies!
Stray laughed to himself as he wrote down his latest theory. I'm enjoying myself too much... Any investigator that thought what he did would have wanted to question the youth right away. But hay, he wanted to see the plot unfold. Why stop the story before it even got a chance to take off?
He continued taking notes of the youth's responses to Action Shot's questions, then noticed that they both turned to look at him. Stray could make out Action Shot muttering to himself, but he couldn't hear. He acknowledged their attention by simply nodding for them to continue their business.
As Action Shot redirected his attention towards "Lantern", Stray felt a gentle nudge at his side and an... interesting greeting. He smiled, and turned his head to see a young lady with a beautiful blue mane take off her shades and hook them on to her white shirt. Despite the style of her dress (he stopped being shocked a long time ago), he liked her right away. And her eyes were pretty, like the light of the setting sun on the rippling waves. If only she threw away those shades!
He turned to her, and bowed his head politely. "Yes, miss," responding to her last question, "an interview was underway regarding this young man's opinion on the Grey Shadow's reappearance." He gestured towards "Lantern" with his head. Stray then noticed Action Shot coming towards them. When was the last time he saw anyone walk like that? "It seems, however, that the interview is over..." He chuckled. There was an energy today that was just TOO infectious.
As Action Shot's excitement spilled out, Stray couldn't help but laugh. He reminded him of himself, when he was younger. Just look at the boy! Now here was a prime example of how to live your life! Although, he felt the praise to be unwarranted. He was no slouch, but the new writers cropping up around Manehattan surprised him with their talent, despite having no direction or polish. And besides, he hadn't put out a new book ever since he retired years ago... Even so, he was used to the occasional request for an autograph.
His eyes twinkling, he gave the young director a devilish grin, showing his false teeth. "Action Shot, how could I refuse you? I'm honored to meet you." Stray used his magic to gently take the script from Action Shot's mouth. Putting his journal away in his bag, he wrote this personal message for the eager director:
To Action Shot
You remind me of me, when I was young. Seeing your work reassures me of a bright future for the art of film making. Focus on honing your craft, and never lose that spunk!
Best wishes,
Stray
As he wrote, Stray said, "Doing good work today, I see." He finished, signing his name off with a flourish. His hoofwriting was in elegant, almost classical, cursive script. "Interesting name for a script, by the way. I'm interested in seeing it on the big screen soon." He laughed kindly. He levitated the script back to Action Shot for him to take.
"I would like to introduce you to this fine young lady that I have had the pleasure in acquainting, but I do not know her name."
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Sept 21, 2011 18:13:36 GMT -5
"A couple months..." Klepto breathed a sigh or relief as the colt walked away. That would be more than enough time. He would likely be out of the city by then, and even if he wasn't, he could always ask to have his interview taken out.
Klepto looked back at all of the detectives bustling about, thinking to himself for a moment. This "Grey Shadow Incident" was certainly distracting the local detectives. A lower profile theft might even go undetected. Well... somepony would likely find out about the robbery eventually, but the felon probably wouldn't be caught in the act. The situation certainly presented itself as a unique opportunity.
Klepto would need to act soon as this Grey Shadow buzz would likely die down soon enough. He wasn't in too much of a hurry, though. In fact, he had only recently looted a local art and music store. He might even be reaping the benefits of this "Grey Shadow situation" right now. That didn't mean he shouldn't take full advantage of the situation, however. He might pay a visit to a nice enough area of the city he had scouted out the other day sometime soon.
Klepto's eyes wandered back over to the elderly unicorn he had spotted earlier, who he now found to be signing something for the colt that had just interviewed him. And standing next to him was... fancy that, the pegasus he had met a few nights ago. He immediately recognized Sea Swell from her attire and dark purple mane, and wondered if she had seen him too. He hadn't really thought he might run into her again, but he guessed that the chance had always been there despite the size of the city.
Klepto gave Sea a little wave with his right hoof, though he realized that she was busy talking to the elderly unicorn.
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Post by mafipulater on Sept 22, 2011 12:57:16 GMT -5
Sea looked curiously at her present company. The elder unicorn was an old-looking thing. With his grey mane, his wrinkled face, and his slightly-bowed back, Sea guessed he had to be at least three times older than she was – maybe even more. Judging from how the earth pony greeted him, it sounded like the unicorn was some kind of famous writer or some such thing. Guess he writes books or something? thought Sea. And what did that earth pony call him – Stray, was it? Doesn’t really ring a bell – but then books aren’t really my forte... Books were pretty cool, she guessed, as long as they told interesting stories. But then again, this was an old dude, so he probably wrote about old people stuff. Like... walking with canes, or... trying to get kids off his lawn, or... uh, macroeconomics... or, well, whatever! The point was, it was probably boring.
And what about strange earth pony with the glasses and the camcorder? On first glance, Sea assumed that the earth pony was a filly, judging from the long mane. But it turns out it was a colt, and from what Stray had said about a script and the big screen, it sounded like he was a screenwriter. She heard the elder unicorn call him ‘Action Shot.’ That name doesn’t ring any bells either, Sea thought. But movies are cool, and usually, so are people who make ‘em... but it sounds like this guy can barely talk right.
In any case, the elder unicorn’s politeness took her by surprise – just about all the old folks she was used to talking to were rather grumpy, and didn’t care much for young folks like her. She had expected a curt response to her question – perhaps even an insult. It was always fun to mess with old folks since Sea always expected to get on their nerves and incite a hostile response, but apparently this old guy didn’t seem to mind her. In fact, his politeness seemed rather silly and unwarranted to her. Well, who says she can’t mock him for it anyway?
She spread her wings while performing a curtsey, and forced a posh and polite tone as she spoke, ”Pleased to meet you two gentlecolts. My name is Angelina Contesa Louisa Fancesca Banana-Fanna Bo Besca the Third.” Then, she folded her wings and, in her usual casual tone and with a joking grin, Sea said, ”Oh, but uh, you know, back home, no one can ever be bothered to say the whole thing, so they just call me Sea Swell instead, those jerks. But if ya want to, you can too.”
The pegasus then spotted the yellow-maned earth pony waving to her. ”’Scuse me, fellas,” she said to the two ponies she was with, as she trotted over to her one-time rooftop acquaintance. When he left the first time, Sea wasn’t sure she’d ever see him again, but she hoped that she would. He was one of the more interesting characters she’d talked to since arriving in Manehattan.
Approaching, she said, ”If it isn’t the mysterious star-gazing roof-walking hobo pony himself! Didn’t think I’d see you again.” The pegasus grinned. ”What ya been up to lately? You mysteriously appear and disappear from any other filly’s apartment since the last time I saw ya?”
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Post by delavegaprimo on Sept 23, 2011 10:16:48 GMT -5
Action took the script back from Stray and stuck it back into saddlebag. He began to twitch madly as thoughts raced a million miles an hour in his head.
He signed it...He actually signed it...WOW! I can't wait to tell Sun Stroke, bet she's gonna be stoked. STRAY, signed one of my screenplays! This is amazing! No. This is astounding! No...THIS IS THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED!!! EVVEERRR...
...Action suddenly took hold of his mind and his body stopped shaking madly. He closed his eyes momentarily and inhaled deeply once again. He breathed out all of his excitement to make sure he wouldn't explode from fanboy obsessions. As his passion quelled, it transformed into a shocking revelation: He was going to make three films this year. That was most he would get done filming ever in his life.
He suddenly became diligent and slightly emotional. He cleared his throat and readjusted his spectacles.
"Ahem...Thank you so much Stray. Meeting you is such an honor that you have inspired me to push myself to my fullest potential. I mean it," Action's tone was genuine. He hadn't felt this much happiness since they day he completed his first project. He also took note of the trendy Pegasus in front him. The filly had a stylish mane of purple and indigo that was cropped short. Her bushy tail was beautifully styled as well, as the colors would bounce off and shimmer, complementing her urban style.
She introduced herself to Action Shot and Stray as "Sea Swell", using a polite tone of speaking that seemed to not to fit her mannerisms, however, Action found this humorous and chuckled a bit to himself. She spotted "Lantern" at the opposite side of the street and walked off to meet with him.
As for Action, he had already gotten his camera out in anticipation of Stray's recollection.
"Stray, er, I apologize for my previous behavior. I should probably be more respectful to one of the most respected writers in Manehattan," he spoke with a bit of seldom in voice, hoping he hadn't offended the elderly pony with his immature outburst.
"If you'd like, I was wondering if I could get an interview from you about what your experience was like when the Gray Shadow first came to town from what you could remember?" This was Action's first step into knowing more about this mysterious Gray Shadow, for not only did he want to document this historical event, but he also wanted footage of the burglar on camera. That would make the film monumental!
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Post by bygoneera on Sept 27, 2011 20:41:11 GMT -5
Bygone trotted miserably through the crowded streets of Manehattan. He hated all of the jostling, noisy brusqueness of the city.
Part of the reason I went to Canterlot University was to get away from this... at least somewhat.
Still, he was here to visit his family while on a short break; he'd been putting off visiting them for a little too long now.
While lost in thought, Bygone accidentally bumped into a pony wearing a dectective's outfit. That's odd, thought Bygone. I didn't notice it before, but there are WAY too many detectives around. I wonder what's going on? He saw a pony with a TV camera speaking with another, older pony. Curious, the history student trotted up to the pair.
"Excuse me, sirs, I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I was hoping you could help me. What exactly is going on? Why are there all of these detectives and police ponies around the city?"
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