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Post by mafipulater on Dec 13, 2011 4:50:23 GMT -5
With a flick of her tail, Sea turned and followed Klepto away from the others. Who did that pig think he was, throwing around accusations like that anyway? Sea thought. So what if Klepto was selling some CDs? Lots of folks have CDs. It doesn't mean they're some kind of petty thief.
And so what if Klepto's cutie mark was a thief's mask? Cutie marks hardly mean anything. Heck, mine's a prime example. Klepto's mark is probably metaphorical for, like... stealing the hearts of mares, or something really dumb like that. Sea shook her head. This is stupid. If he was just a petty thief, he had the perfect opportunity to steal from me that night I invited him in from the rooftop, but he didn't. That matters more than all this stupid circumstantial evidence that pig was throwing around.
Just barely, Sea thought she heard some laughter coming from behind her. She turned her head and saw the long-maned stallion giggling about something. "What's his deal now?" she muttered under her breath. First, that random exclamation from before, and now this random laughter? "Glad I didn't try to make friends with him. Such a weirdo..."
When Klepto reminded her that Sea was supposed to be looking for clues, she nearly joined in his search, but instead she took a half-step back, noticing the garbage that Klepto was apparently sifting through.
"Uh... we're looking for clues, right? And the first place ya decide to look is in the trash?" Sea prided herself in her style and appearance, so she didn't really feel the need to dirty her outfit looking through garbage quite yet. Not that she was particularly against it or anything - after all, she went dumpster-diving plenty of times to furnish her apartment - but it was kind of strange that Klepto would go looking through the garbage first, instead of someplace else. "But then again, considering your lifestyle, you're probably already used to it," Sea added with a smirk.
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Post by danielalaverne on Dec 13, 2011 16:44:56 GMT -5
There they went, into an adventure as it seemed. Morrow couldn't but still have a confident smile on her muzzle, she would probably later have time to consider and worry about what they were about to put their noses into. This was just way too interesting by now! It may have started only with her being overrun by the events, literally, but she couldn't have that bother her, that she had something like that in front of her hooves and did nothing, so she did something.
She watched how the movie pony looked through his equipment, probably having all ready for a great documentary; my, it wasn't before now that it fully hit the Pegasus, she would be a kind of movie star! She giggled softly to the surprise of her pet bird who looked down at her from her hat, chirping curiously.
Morrow gave Singasong an honest smile, knowing the black bird usually understood that, "Yes, sweetie, we're going on an adventure of some sort, we're going to find that pony you tracked down earlier-" The black bird seemed to understand that quite well, as she replied with more chirps in the language of birds, that sounded quite eager to catch the pony that ran over her Pegasus earlier, and that made ponies around that nervous.
And indeed, main street was full of them, whether they were just discussing the events or looking after their possessions, and others again looked like investigating, as it appeared to Morrow, as they kept wandering around, nonchalant, and kept asking questions. The most emotions, nervous emotions and an atmosphere of anxiety came from a group of wealthy looking mares, all dolled up as Morrow meant, and acting just as she learned they do years ago. Still.
She didn't really want to look, but just go her way, as she heard some of the other ponies started whispering - she just didn't feel like having a discussion now! What is it with them, shouldn't they be busy looking after their treasures? Are they just that bored that they need a bit shorter pony like me to gossi- Oh, my, they weren't actually looking at her. Eventually she had a look and her intuition - and some words she understood - told her they were after Action instead.
"What a display of decadent, arrogant, degenera-", she warmed up, at first only muttering the words, before the movie making stallion with her interrupted her train of thoughts with a sudden laughter. The Pegasus looked perplexed for a moment, before she got carried along and started to chuckle along. They really are no arrogant bullies, but just so silly and childish! What do we worry even-
"Oh, Action", she quickly joined in the chat though again. Did he even offer her to use his first name yet? Well, he didn't insist on a formal addressing. "Quite delightful, indeed, and that would be definitely an interesting meeting. The upper crust with their-" Oh, did he just mention a new movie project or was that a subtle warning at the wealthy looking mares? "Hm, That sounds like a plan. Maybe Dumb Rich Mares - or other sorry Excuses for the state of Manehatten?"
She was just about to lead on, on the way, again, as she felt herself, somehow, being watched and indeed with a quick look behind she noticed that she was in the focus of Action's camera. The short grown Pegasus tried to act relaxed and nonchalant enough - after all, for a movie - yet blushed a bit at petite. She didn't get that often, but more directly, midget, and that was still a rather nice variant.
She nodded when their next goal, in Saddle Lane was mentioned, but other then that tried to get her head not to tangled up in thoughts about movie making, snobby aristocrats and the nervous crowd, but focused her mind on the things ahead, and steady and directly made her way through the ponies wandering around aimlessly. Eventually leaving the main street, the stream of ponies passing by calmed a bit and eventually the two ponies found themselves in front of 'Everything With Chains'. It appeared to be still existing and open.
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Post by delavegaprimo on Dec 17, 2011 11:45:17 GMT -5
Action Shot slipped the camcorder back into his saddle bag while they were walking -- which was an easy feat considering he had to a plethora of shaky-cam "realistic" shots when he filmed chase scenes occasionally. The excitement for his new film began to brim in his mind. The idea picked up speed in head, snowballing it's way into a mental outline. This is fantastic! I love satire! However, when Morrow suggested the "title," Action knew full well that she was trying to insult them, using his idea as a spring-base. In truth, not only was his idea meant for social commentary, deep down, he did want offend some of the public.
After all, he was the "Manehattan Mule" in their eyes. No, Action. That's wrong! You'll be JUST like them if you make it into a crude exploitation film...remember, you have to be the bigger stallion. He spoke his thoughts as he caught a glimpse of Morrow's face. She had a bit of a sour expression, but Action wasn't about to warrant any details. That was her business. The Gray Shadow was top priority...but Action owed it to himself to cheer her up a bit. So he thought he'd entertain the idea of the title:
"Y'know, that's a good title, but what do you think of Upper Crust: Manehattan's Moldy Bread?" said Action heartily. He tried to keep his tone upbeat and engaging, hoping he could get a laugh. However, comedy wasn't one of his stronger suits. They progressed briskly through Mane Street to Saddle Lane and as Action noticed a hanging sign that read the store's name, the two ponies had stopped in front of the door. He looked at Morrow with a warm expression, giving a slight bow of head, letting his mane touch the ground.
"After you, Morrow and Singsong," Action said as he kindly held a hoof out to the door. The door was embedded with an intricate design of machinery, nature, ponies, symbolizing harmony. It had a warm earthy color and was composed of a fine hardwood oak. Truly, an expensive entrance piece.
"Everything in Chains, huh?" Just who runs this store...and with a door like this, why would they still be open during a event that deals with the threat of a master thief? The Gray Shadow would steal this door alone! It's sooo nice! Action marveled at the door as he eyed the store momentarily.
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Post by penndixon on Dec 17, 2011 22:38:17 GMT -5
Penn narrowed his gaze as the group of ponies began to dig around. From where he was, Penn could not determine what was being rummaged through, but he took a guess that it was merely garbage. He sighed and closed his eyes, shaking his head. The one with the bag was right; they should split up to look for clues. Besides, what Penn was doing would eventually be looked upon as stalking...something he himself despised. He looked back at where the police pony had gone before glancing one last time at the other group. He noticed that the one with the bag was glancing up and towards Penn.
He responded by raising his hoof, making a gesture that resembled a wave of farewell and a salute. Without hesitating, he returned to the most important task at hand. Penn had no reason nor evidence to suspect anypony to be a thief other than the Grey Menace that had been going around. He grudgingly but quickly returned to Flatfoot and the small one, scratching his head about the fact that he of all ponies had been robbed in this great city.
As he reached Flatfoot's side, he looked up to him after giving a quick glance at the child.
"So...officer. What be the course of action?"
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Post by Klepto Moonlit on Dec 21, 2011 19:21:41 GMT -5
"Hah hah. Very funny," Klepto said, pausing in his garbage searching to look back at Sea Swell. "I'll have you know that I don't go looking through garbage on an every-day basis... usually. I just figure that whoever robbed these stores, if they had something they wanted to get rid of, they'd hide it in the trash. 'Cause most ponies, like me, don't usually go lookin' through the trash, ya know."
Klepto looked over Sea Swell's shoulder to see the shop owner still watching them. Shortly after, however, he gave Klepto a little wave before heading off towards Flatfoot and the unicorn filly. "Good. I think that shopkeeper's gonna leave us alone. Anyways," he said, turning back to the garbage, "Unless you got any better ideas, this is our best bet." Klepto continued looking through the trash, beginning to toss a banana peel and some other items to the side before continuing. "You gonna help or are you afraid to get your hooves dirty?"
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Post by mafipulater on Dec 31, 2011 19:29:45 GMT -5
Sea frowned at Klepto. What he said about finding any evidence in the trash did make sense. She wasn't too proud to go digging through trash, but it really would be a shame to ruin her clothes. Even if she found the entire outfit for only like four bits at the thrift store. But at least she was wearing her mane short enough so it wouldn't get in the way.
She glanced around. Mostly upper-class, wealthy ponies were wandering around. Sea didn't care about impressing those snobs, so at least she didn't have to worry about damaging her image.
"Alright, gimme a sec," she said, finally agreeing to help. Removing her saddlebag from her back, she placed it on the ground, out of the way. Then, she took off each piece of her outfit, including her chains and watch, and tucked them beside her bag. No sense in getting any of those things dirty if she could help it.
"Ok, cool. Let's find us a thief!" She joined in alongside Klepto, finding her own bag to sift through. Soon, though, she had to stop for a few seconds. "Phewww... that smell! It's smells, like, teen spi-" Just then, something caught her eye. "Wait, hol' up..."
She pulled a out long, slender piece of steel out of the bag. One end was bent at an angle. "I think we found our murder weap-oh wait, no, these were robberies. Well, nevermind then," she said, as she tossed the thing aside.
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Post by danielalaverne on Jan 1, 2012 17:26:22 GMT -5
My, what's with me, Morrow thought, her thoughts now more focused as the crowd thinned out a bit and her attention was no longer drawn to the wealthy ponies passing by. Of course, she had her very own, not as funny, time here, back then, but that didn't mean she could just judge everypony that were of some kind, and wasn't here reaction to the mares a bit too hard? She shrugged, in thoughts - she just got carried away, being with a famous pony, known to be a thorn in the side of high society probably did that.
How could she even know when he was being serious or joking? She barely knew him at all, but Action's name, and that was it. Still, she chatted along and went into an adventure, just because it all fit into her pattern of thoughts. - ah, well, it seemed that the movie making stallion was taking her movie title comment as a funny comment, and she could relieve and laugh up a bit. Heh, that was actually quite clever, what he suggested. "That's a good one! Nice word game- Just hope not too many ponies think it's about restaurant critic-"
Ah, there they went, a nice relaxed atmosphere, and the two ponies and the black bird continued to eventually reach their destination in Saddle Lane. For a moment, the Pegasus was dazzled as Action bowed his head - for a quick moment she wondered if long maned ponies as him would constantly worry not to get their mane dirty - but then realized he was just very polite and in fact, he even recalled her pet bird, even more her name. Now, this day certainly held a few hasn't-happened-in-a-while's.
Singasong chirped happily, the black bird just could tell if a pony was kind or not, and Morrow eventually brought a "Thanks- thank you", out of her muzzle. Returning to Manehattan for some days really had her expecting too much bad, and not this, may it be a kind pony or an exciting adventure, and was this shop in front of them associated with memories, not really bad ones?
"-with Chains", she corrected, automatically, more in a reaction than with an intention, but then felt she had to quickly add something, to not let those words stay there all alone, "Pocket watches, monocles, things like that. You know. I wasn't really a customer, but here with my dad- Well, it is still here and open! Shall we?"
With a last look at the nicely decorated door - she remembered how vivid the decorations always had looked to her, as if the ponies could trot around any moment or the machines move. Actually the door still had that effect. Respectful she knocked at the door with a hoof, as if she had to wait for approval to enter. More old memories came up, as to how humbly and small the shop always had made her feel.
Here goes nothing, though and jumping over a figurative shadow, she entered the shop. Ah, right! All the rich and dark wooden colors around her, it felt so earthy, yet, still, almost mysterious. Was that really the first time she was here without her father? Yet, it still felt the same. Smiling sheepishly she looked around between a counter and shelves,before she heard a sound and turned around to where she meant the shop owner would likely be.
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