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prissy_hooves[It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and the Liebert residence on Hastings Boulevard has just gotten itself a new pet. There is suddenly a doghouse in the back yard where there wasn't one before, its new occupant just waking up from her beauty sleep as a cute squeaky yawning sound emanates from the structure. Of course, the voice isn't cute for very long, because once its owner realizes she's not in her bed anymore, the next sound out of that doghouse is a shrill, piercing scream.]
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
[Waking up in a new place is always a rather disorienting experience, especially when you're used to pampered comforts. And then there's the dirt to consider. Rarity comes tearing out of the doghouse like she's just seen a ghost, but doesn't make it very far before the rope anchoring her pulls her back. Frowning at her surroundings and at the dirt and dust on her beautiful coat, Rarity decides that the best course of action is to complain loudly until someone notices her.]
What is the meaning of this? Where am I? This is certainly no way to treat a lady! Tied up to whatever this miniature house is supposed to be with a piece of rope, like a common pack mule! And no floor inside whatsoever! It will take hours to get all of this dirt out of my hooves, to say nothing of the mess it's made of my mane!
[She huffs a little, shaking her head in dismay before appearing to calm down some.]
Well. First things first, then. Let's take care of this rope.
[Rarity closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, but they soon shoot wide open in shock.]
My magic! What's happened to my magic? Is my horn all right?
[Lifting a hoof, she feels around on her forehead for a moment or two. Unfortunately, the horn which typically adorns it is conspicuously missing.]
My horn! They've taken my horn! What manner of savages are responsible for this?
[And she's just going to continue struggling against her restraint while shouting indignantly at whoever's unlucky enough to be passing by. Knotwork isn't a skill that's typically practiced by proper high-class ladies such as herself, so Rarity's a bit stuck for the moment.]
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
[Waking up in a new place is always a rather disorienting experience, especially when you're used to pampered comforts. And then there's the dirt to consider. Rarity comes tearing out of the doghouse like she's just seen a ghost, but doesn't make it very far before the rope anchoring her pulls her back. Frowning at her surroundings and at the dirt and dust on her beautiful coat, Rarity decides that the best course of action is to complain loudly until someone notices her.]
What is the meaning of this? Where am I? This is certainly no way to treat a lady! Tied up to whatever this miniature house is supposed to be with a piece of rope, like a common pack mule! And no floor inside whatsoever! It will take hours to get all of this dirt out of my hooves, to say nothing of the mess it's made of my mane!
[She huffs a little, shaking her head in dismay before appearing to calm down some.]
Well. First things first, then. Let's take care of this rope.
[Rarity closes her eyes for a moment in concentration, but they soon shoot wide open in shock.]
My magic! What's happened to my magic? Is my horn all right?
[Lifting a hoof, she feels around on her forehead for a moment or two. Unfortunately, the horn which typically adorns it is conspicuously missing.]
My horn! They've taken my horn! What manner of savages are responsible for this?
[And she's just going to continue struggling against her restraint while shouting indignantly at whoever's unlucky enough to be passing by. Knotwork isn't a skill that's typically practiced by proper high-class ladies such as herself, so Rarity's a bit stuck for the moment.]
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Date: 2011-07-13 09:13 pm (UTC)[She smiles, offering a hoof for a shake.]
I don't believe we've made proper introductions. I am Rarity.
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Date: 2011-07-13 09:31 pm (UTC)"I am Chris Lightfellow. It is a pleasure to meet you Rarity."
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Date: 2011-07-15 10:37 am (UTC)[She shakes her head looking disgusted]
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