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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 6:05 pm
The final bell rang, partially muted by the sounds of scraping chairs and sighs of relief. School had only been in session a couple of weeks, but there was still a sense of happiness to know that the day was over, and tv awaited those who made it home before dinner.
Crooner was one of those foals. He gathered his things quickly, tugging his saddlebags on underneath his fragile wings. As he headed for the door, he was stopped by a filly the color of lemonade.
"Hey Croon, we're going over to the music room right now to set up the backdrop for our play." Crooner groaned, and tried to move past her. "No thanks Lemon. Not interested."
"C'mon Croon! We need your help! We gotta get the clouds hung up, and none of the pegasi can stay after! You're the only Flutter in our class!"
Crooner ignored her as he ducked under her hoof. The other foals in the class made faces, some of awe and some of disgust.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 9:11 pm
Prime Meridian had never been more happy to NOT be a pegasus or a flutter. Sure, there were days where he thought wings would be useful, but this was the first time he realized that OTHER people certainly thought wings would be useful, too. And he just couldn't have THAT. Not when he could be getting home and getting a delicious glass of lemonade for himself!
He tried to duck around Crooner, but just as Meridian was sneaking out, Crooner tried to make his own move, and the two collided into each other in one amazing sneak-out failure.
Lemon-Aide saw him immediately. "Oh! Meridian! Did you want to stay and help, too?"
Prime Meridian groaned. Of all the luck!
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:34 pm
Crooner was so close to getting away...
and then he collided with another phony. Someone else in his class...oh what was the kid's name?
Well now there was no escaping Lemon-Aide. The phony clapped her hooves together. "Oh good! Glad you guys decided to stay! C'mon, we've got work to do!" She clip clopped off, making sure to look back and double check that her new helpers were in tow.
Crooner sighed, detangling his unusually small and long legs from the other's.
"Oh great. Now I gotta help with some lousy play instead of workin' on my swing." he said, trudging after his classmate begrudgingly.
Ah well. If they asked the smallest phony in class for help, they must really need it. And he was already beyond cool, so his moves could wait.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:18 pm
Prime Meridian groaned. How unlucky could he possibly be? All he wanted to do was go HOME. He wasn't even part of the drama club! Or anything dramatic! And he didn't have wings or a horn or anything that would be... yanno... useful!
He slid a look at Classic Crooner. He COULD just leave the little flutter to his doom and make a break for it. After all, Lemon-Aide had initially wanted HIM, not Meridian...
Meridian peeked at the door. Lemon-Aide checked to make sure Crooner was following her, and Crooner did. Now was his chance!
Ugh. But his legs didn't move.
He couldn't just leave Crooner alone with the filly. That wasn't fair, was it? They probably could use an extra set of hooves, or they never would have asked. Meridian sighed. Stupid parents. Raising him all right and stuff.
"Wait up," Meridian said half-heartedly, catching up with Crooner. "Sorry about your, uh, swing. I'm Prime Meridian. You're... Classic-something, right?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 10:56 pm
He felt Lemon's eyes on him, and knew his fate was sealed. The other however, didn't move at first. He stood there, frozen, and Crooner wondered if he was going to make a break for it.
But he didn't. Instead, he followed suit, and fell in next to the Flutter.
"Classic Crooner." he mumbled, following their makeshift warden. "Prime Meridian huh? You're one-a the new kids right?" A group of them had shown up at school recently, all with long hair or sparkly eyes. This one seemed to be a part of that brood.
"Bummer we gotta go with." he whispered, as Lemon-Aide trotted ahead of them happily.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:00 pm
"I am one of the new kids," affirmed Prime Meridian with a nod. He walked beside Crooner like they were both going to their doom. "And it's definitely all kinds of a bummer we have to go with... but it's nice of you to help anyway. "
He sighed as Lemon-Aide opened the door up to the stage, where various phonies were helping making up a set. Lemon-Aide immediately began to chatter about this and that, about the director's vision and about the beauty of the play (Clifford the Big Red Dog, an adaptation), and about how lovely and grand it would all be. She then grabbed Crooner and dragged over a ladder.
"NOW," she finished, "you guys need to just help us hang up this cloud!"
Meridian looked up the ladder. He looked at Crooner. The cloud was made of white-painted wood and looked pretty big...
"Are you sure some unicorns wouldn't be a better choice?" he squeaked.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:34 pm
(Gah! I accidentally hit edit instead of posting something new! Just...blah blah they wanted them to bring the cloud up, Crooner was like O_o "How on earth is that gonna happen?" "That's what both of you are for!" ...I think I covered it lol
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 11:40 pm
Meridian looked at Lemon-Aide like she'd dropped out of the sky with three heads. HE was supposed to climb that rickety-looking ladder, possibly mess up his mane or trip over his tail, chip a hoof, or otherwise look like an idiot?!
But he looked at Crooner again. If the flutter was going to help, Meridian didn't feel like he really had a choice.
"Fine. Okay. Fine..." Meridian grumbled at Lemon-Aide. She was going on his bad list forever, he thought. Forever. Slowly, he balanced one end of the cloud on his back and began to wobble up the ladder, looking over at Crooner to make sure he was doing the same.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 7:55 pm
He watched Meridian start to bring the cloud up with wide eyes.
"Are you insane!?" he called up after him, little wings buzzing. "You'll kill yourself!"
Lemon-Aide looked up after the Twinkle Eye foal as well. "Man, it would suck if he fell!" she said matter-of-factly, casting a glance at Crooner.
Crooner groaned, buzzing up to catch the other side of the cloud before both foal and background set came tumbling down.
"Why are you doing this?" he grunted, straining his wings.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 10:43 pm
Quite frankly, Meridian didn't want to have to answer. All he wanted to do was get the stupid cloud up on its stupid hook and not have to worry about any stupid thing any stupid more and go stupid home. He wrangled his way up the ladder and wobbled momentarily as the two managed to get the set piece in its place.
It was only after they'd put the piece in place that Meridian answered, his breath heavy from the exertion. "Welll -- couldn't -- let you do it alone..."
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 10:53 pm
With the cloud settled, Crooner could finally take a deep breath. They had made it somehow, and all that was left was to go back down and rest his wings.
"Yeah, but we barely even know eachother." he said, fluttering down slowly. "If I was a good friend or somethin', I could see it. But I'mma foal you just met." He didn't get it. This kid didn't have to do anything; he was new. It wasn't like he had any loyalties to him or the other foals.
Maybe he's trying to make new ones. Crooner thought.
Lemon-Aide was cheering as he descended. "That was great guys!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 10:57 pm
Meridian colored as Crooner spoke. He flipped his mane, shrugging his shoulders. "I -- I dunno -- just ---" He snorted. "Well, it just woulda been mean, I dunno. I don't like doing stuff myself, either, so."
"Anyway." Meridian hopped back down onto the ground with a clomp. "It was nice of you, too, to help Lemon Aide." He cast a look at the filly. "You know, we're not even in the play."
He started toward the door. All he wanted now was --- well, what he wanted originally. To go home, and not have to spend any more time on the silly play.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2014 11:11 pm
Crooner rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. He was just trying to make sure that Meridian didn't hurt himself.
Lemon-Aide grinned "I figured you guys weren't in play, but we could always use some help! It's supposed to bring the school together! You know, so we can all be friends and help each other out!"
Crooner sighed. So she knew all along! "Well, is there anything else, or can we go home?"
"Just one more thing!" Lemon said, galloping behind the curtain. Crooner groaned. What now?
Another task. She dragged yet another cloud out. "Maybe this one?" she said. Crooner practically shouted ARE YOU KIDDING!?, but instead smacked his face with his hoof.
"I guess so..." he said, but when he turned, Meridian was leaving. "Are you gonna help too?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2014 1:43 am
Meridian's tail dropped as he saw Lemon Aide bring out ANOTHER cloud. He wanted to shove her and make a run for it, and as he looked at Crooner, he could tell the flutter was thinking the same thing as he was. As he saw Crooner smack himself in the face, Meridian thought to himself: That kid is alright.
"ONE LAST THING," said Meridian. He held up a warning hoof. "That's it, Lemon Aide. That's it."
He flipped his mane and started back up the wobbly ladder. He turned toward Crooner. "You ready?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 9:35 pm
Lemon-Aide sat placidly by while Crooner and Meridian once again put their young lives on the line to hang a stupid cloud. This one seemed to be heavier than the other, though it could just be that Crooner was tired from before. Eventually though, they reached where it needed to be hooked, and it was the Flutter's turn to slide the metal wire onto the hook. Then he released his end with a sigh and a smiled.
"Thanks hotrod." he said, hovering in place. "Now they gotta let us go ya know? You're a true chum."
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