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Post by Live Wire on Jul 2, 2013 17:59:24 GMT -5
"But! Ughh." Live Wire groaned, sure, she thought this day couldn't get much worse. First her friends bail on her, now she was being 'escorted' to the District Watch like some petty thug. It was true, she was just that, but the embarrassment for it was far too much for such a filly. She should have known better than to pick a Zebra, they have odd and mysterious ways. Maybe she cursed her with her weird zebra oggabooga or something, she couldn't be certain but it was awfully convenient that her luck ran dry the moment she lifted the vial from her saddlebags. Was cursing a pony illegal, she thought to ask, but it would likely just come out as a silly juvenile concern.
With no other option at her disposal, she did as she was told, hoping they'd just give her a slap on the hoof and tell her not to do it again. She was young and her record wasn't all that bad, just petty foal stuff any little pony would get in trouble for such as: disorderly conduct, petty theft, loitering, vandalism, hooliganism (which in her opinion, was a stupid crime to get in trouble for) and truancy. Nothing too serious.
When they arrived at the station of the District Watch, the filly looked back to her capture indignantly but with tearful, frightened, anxious eyes. "There, I'm here. Now can we just get this over with - I'm tired... and my hooves hurt... and I'm scared- and you're not buying the pouting are you?"
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