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 Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 6:58 pm
This a log of a private roleplay between Princess Pocket Lint (Leez0rz) and Timothy Todd (LOLTERNATIVE) over AIM.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:02 pm
Timothy ran as fast as his legs could take him, not daring to look back at the horrifying figure behind him.It was a little scary how angry someone so loving could get. He was breathless and tiring quickly; but surely that meant the chasee was too. He laughed as he ran; enjoying the chase as much as he enjoyed the prank. He'd really gotten Valentino good this time; it would take him weeks to get the honey and feathers out of his mane and tail.
Eventually, the sound of Valentino's screaming faded into the distance and Timothy deemed it safe to stop and catch his breath. He lay in a clearing, eyes droopy as the adrenaline left his body and exhaustion took over. "I really need to be fit for this kind of work," he muttered to himself, rolling onto his back to glance up at the tree tops. "Sure is hot today."
His mind drifted back to the image of a feather Valentino chasing him and he exploded with laughter. "He looked like a crazed chicken.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:04 pm
Outside of her out of sight cavern, Princess Pocket Lint decided it was time for her to go venture the world and get something to eat. Even if the world was a bit scary, she had to find the time to go eat. Her gray-blue eyes glanced around hesitantly, looking for any signs of danger. Her body was tense and almost expecting something to come up behind her and pounce her. Wandering further and further away from her “safe spot,” she found herself a nice blueberry bush. Sniffing at them, they smelled ripe to her. Stepping into the bush so that only her bottom end stuck out of the bush, the mare began to feast on her delicious find, trying her best to reach all the middle-high up berries.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:05 pm
Timothy regained his composure and lifted himself off the ground, tears of laughter streaming down his face. He wondered if Valentino had calmed down. He highly doubted it; perhaps he should lie low for a while. "Well, may as well look for something to do." He walked away from the clearing and down a treaden path to a group of blueberry bushes. "Well, I am a little hungry." He poked his head into a bush and went to pick a berry but quickly shut his mouth when he came snout to snout with another Soquilli. A girl Soquilli. He had a sudden urge to say something smart; tell a joke or play a prank, but something inside him told him not to. He simply stood there, staring for a moment before speaking. "Er..hi."
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:06 pm
Munching happily on the ripe and sweet berries, the mare momentarily forgot about her fears of the world around her. The berries were starting to stain her face purplish. Her ears perked up hearing the rustling of the bush she was in. Now, she knew for sure she didn’t make the bush rustle. Her body tensed up as she looked ahead of her to try and see the potential threat. Her eyes met another, and she just looked at him with shock. A blush managed to sneak up on her face being found almost snout-to-snout with another usdia, a stallion to boot. Backing up a bit so that she was not snout-to-snout, the mare remained silent and stared at the stallion. The mare continued to back up away from the stallion, not knowing what to say. Her ears flicked back in her confusion, and shifted her gaze to look at her hooves not wanting to make eye contact with the stallion in her embarrassment.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:09 pm
Timothy tilted his head to the side, curiously watching the mare as she backed away from him. He blinked a few times, not sure of what to do. He shuffled uncomfortably and murmured under his breath. 'She's a little tense,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe I should lighten the mood a little...' He pursed his lips, mentally groaning. 'No props. A joke maybe.'
He looked at the mare and noticed her face blue from the berries. He rubbed his face against a bunch of berries and smiled. "Why so blue?"
He wanted to kill himself for that lame attempt at a joke. But, alas, he had to work with what he was given. Maybe she'll be polite and laugh. Or maybe she'll run away and never tell anyone. He kept that silly grin on his face, looking at her.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:10 pm
Princess Pocket Lint frowned a bit. Now that was unexpected. She hardly saw anyone come by this area and now here she was, snout-to-snout with another usdia stallion. It was not like there were a lot usdias to her knowledge, but it so happens that she runs into one. Timidly, her eyes picked up from the ground and glanced at the bush. Her ears perked up again hearing his voice from the bush. Her brows furrowed a bit at the question. “W-what d-do you m-mean…?” She asked, obviously not getting his joke. “P-pocket k-knows she’s b-blue…” She said, mentioning her coat color.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:10 pm
Timothy's smile fell. Tough crowd. He shook his head, pushing his failure away for now. "It was a joke. You're very blue around your mouth." He raised a hoof to his mouth and wiped it, leaving a stain on his leg. "See?" He shrugged. "Forget it, it was a dumb joke anyway." He plopped down. "So your name is Pocket, eh?" Wiggling to get more comfortable in the bush, he winced as a branch poked him in the back. "You know, Pocket, this might be a little easier if we weren't sitting in a bush." He paused, choosing his words very carefully for fear of frightening her. "There's a nice clearing a little bit away from here. We could go there." He thought for a moment. "We'll take some berries with us, too."
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:15 pm
Princess Pocket Lint blinked, and licked her maw a bit. She definitely tasted the tart blueberry juice on her face, and blushed a tad in her embarrassment. “O-oh…?” She nervously said, wondering how she would remove the rest of the blueberry juice off her face. She licked off as much as she could, consciously knowing that she would miss a spot or two. “M-my n-name is P-princess P-pocket Lint.” She said softly. Her head tilted off to the side, having backed up out of the bush. “Oh… Okay.” She said, wandering out of the bush some more. She was mostly out of the bush, and sat down outside of the bush waiting for the more perkier stallion to come out. She blinked. “Eh…? Where are we going?” She asked, not too sure where this clearing was. The mare lived in more forested areas for more places to hide in fear of any predators. A clearing was not the best sounding area for a nervous and paranoid mare, but to be polite, she would go along with him.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:18 pm
Timothy urged forward, wiggling through the bush to come out the other side. He looked at the mare now, taking her in since she wasn't hiding - er, that much. She was, he had to admit, rather cute in a nervous kind of way. And patches. What wonderful patches she had. He lost track of himself and shoook his head, trying to remember the lessons Valentino had given him in the ways of a gentleman. "Ahem." He nervously cleared his throat, awkwardly bowing. "My name is Timothy Todd. Tim, Timmy, Timothy or Todd for short; whichever you prefer." His words came out in a mumble. He was becoming a joke. How ironic. He would have to ask Valentino for more lessons later. "I promise it isn't far. It's not that big, either; there's still a fair few trees around it." He walked back to the blueberry bush and bit a rather large branch of berries. He pulled the branch of the bush and walked back over to Pocket. "'Um on 'den," he mumbled, his mouth full.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:18 pm
Princess Pocket Lint sat and watched the stallion wiggle through the bush, and was slightly surprised to see he was patchy too! This stallion was much more brighter than her, or her family. She tilted her head a bit. Was he related, or was he totally different? The mare thought about her brother and his girlfriend, and then thought about her sister and her mate. Now, none of those combinations would produce such a bright stallion. Quietly, the mare observed him, almost certain that he was not related to her, but still questioned it. She had so many nieces and nephews on her sister’s side that she was not certain anymore. Again, her ears perked up from their tense position by being flicked back. “N-nice to meet you Timothy.” She said softly. “M-mostly everyone c-calls me P-pocket. It j-just so happens everyone is a P-princess or a P-princes in my f-family.” She nodded her head in her explanation.
Her eyes continued to watch the stallion, still uncertain about him. He was friendly, odd, but she did not know if she could put her trust in him. She already got hurt once. The mare did not know if she could handle getting hurt again emotionally. Her eyes met up to his before nodding slowly in her understanding. She waited for him to take the lead since she had no idea where he was headed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:21 pm
Timothy twitched an ear and started walking towards the way he came. He shifted the branch around his mouth, so he could attempt to talk to her. "'S'tho; evewywon in your famiwy are pwincetheth or pwinceth?" He laughed at how ridiculous he sounded, nearly dropping the branch. Following the track, he made his way back to the clearing where he'd escaped to. Sitting down, he placed the berries next to him and waiting for Pocket.
He had to admit, he was extremely nervous. He'd hadn't really been around females before. He had no idea how to act, when it came down to it. "How awkward can this get?" He sighed, stretching out. Pocket was a little wierd but he wanted to talk to her more. He didn't have the urge to stick ants in her hair, either; which was a big deal for him since it was usually what he did when he met new people; much to their dismay. "Probably why I haven't met many mares yet," he muttered to himself.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:22 pm
Princess Pocket Lint followed the stallion, carefully watching her surroundings in case he was no leading her into danger. Her ears twitched periodically, before tuning everything out to listen to the stallion. It took her a moment to understand him, but she did not like the laughter coming from the stallion. “My d-daddy’s a Prince. T-that’s where we get the “Prince” and “Princess” from.” She said with less of a stutter in her defense to the passed down name. The mare followed in suit, sitting far enough from Timothy to allow him his personal space, and yet close enough to not make him feel estranged. She did think the same train of thought as the stallion. It was awkward, but she could not help but feel wary about the stallion. There was nothing about him that made her feel comfortable, and even if she was more comfortable, the mare was more of quiet mare than one that likes to run their mouth.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:23 pm
He wiggled awkwardly in his place. "Normally I just prank everyone I meet." He smiled. "So I guess you're special. Since I've yet to prank you." He casually looked around and moved the berry branch towards her. "Here. I interrupted your eating.."
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 7:24 pm
Princess Pocket Lint frowned a bit, wondering if the stallion even heard her explain the ‘Princess’ part to her name. She pondered his statement. “W-why do you prank?” She asked cautiously. Her gray-blue eyes held some shock, wondering what made her so special. Her brows furrowed together In her thoughts. “S-should I b-be worried?” She asked since he did not rule out she was completely safe from being pranked. She frowned a bit. “What do you u-usually do to others?” Gathering a bit closer to the branch, she sniffed the berries to make sure they were alright to eat before eating them rather slowly. “D-don’t you want some too?” She asked, feeling a bit odd that she was the only one eating.
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