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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:02 pm
Imperial kicked open the door of The Grasslands with his golden hoof and tromped across the dance floor. Several phony looked up from their jobs setting up tables and wiping down the bar. One opened his mouth to call out to Imp but the colt storm through and into the section of the club called "The Pasture" where his cousin and "bro" Draft spun his music.
The music blasting as he kicked open that door had a beat that made the floor quiver under his hooves and thump in his chest. He walked over to where Draft had his equipment set up, headphones on, mixing new music no doubt.
"Draft. Draft! DRAFT! YO BRO!" Imp shouted at the phony who looked like he couldn't hear him over the music. Imp sighed and thought that maybe this was better anyway..he could complain about his stupid siblings without being scolded for it.
He starts telling his story, miming gestures, making faces as he imitates his siblings, standing on his back hooves, waving his arms up and down as he raves about how angry they make him.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:09 pm
And the phonies working for Draft did indeed have something to worry about. The boss had told them no kids allowed. One followed after the phoal before realizing he was just talking to Draft. He couldn't hear it all but he was certain Draft couldn't hear any of it. So he pressed a button near the bar that signaled the DJ. Draft blinked as he heard the loud beep in his headphones and opened his eyes. He glanced at the bar to see one of his servers pointing down. He looked down and blinked, removing the headphones from his ears.
"Imp bro? What's up little dude?" he said as he switched off his current mix. He waved to his workers, signalling it was all good then looked to his small cousin. Phoals were a lot smaller to him being larger than some other phonies.
"You seem to be upset bro," he sat down on the floor to be more on par with the small one.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:29 pm
"AND THEY'RE ALL JERKS AND I HATE THEM..." Imp blinked as he realized that Draft could hear him now and cleared his throat.
"I uh..wanted..to come hear your..music..?" Imp floundered lamely for a excuse, not sure how much Draft had heard before he'd noticed. He scuffed his hoof on the floor of the club, looking fairly miserable and like he'd been crying.
A long moment after Draft sat down, Imp said nothing, just stared at the floor. Suddenly he whimpered and rushed into the bigger phony's chest and started crying.
"Cant..I..just..come and live..with..you and be your real..br..brother??" He sobbed the question into Draft's chest. "M..my brother an..and sisters are all..j..jerks and I hate them..and and they hate meeeeeeeeeeee!!!" He wailed the last bit and started to cry again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 6:42 pm
Draft raised an eyebrow as the sudden yell was blasted from the small colt. Apparently Imp was upset. He didn't believe his weak excuse as to his reason for behing here. He knew why; he and Imp were bros. After all striped haired guys gotta stick together. He patted the colt on the back as he cried into his chest.
"Hey bro I'm here for ya," he patted him again. He listened as the crying phoal explained his reason for the his distemper. He smiled softly, understanding why the colt most likely felt this way. But he would have to be sure.
"Now now I have enough siblings, considering my dad's tendancies. And family is important," he took a tissue so Imp could blow his nose. "Come on, lets go somewhere private."
The stallion picked up the colt and put him on his back then took him to a back area. Through a specially locked door which lead to Draft's impressive Loft Apartment. It was his second home, usually used when he felt too tired to walk back to his real Loft which was down the street. It was basically one room. A small kitchen off to the left which looked unused and filled with take out boxes. His mattress on the floor was tasteful and comfortably decorated. Everywhere else seemed dedicated to his music.
"Now, tell your bro what's all this noise about hating your sibs."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:28 pm
Imperial was caught up in the moment, looking at all the trappings in Draft's loft.
"I could live here!!" he nodded. "I could and I wouldn't bother you while you were performing and I can go away if you have guests and stuff..!!" Imp was no complete innocent, every phony, even phoals, knew who TACO was and what was his favorite activity was.
"I would keep it clean and I wouldn't touch your stuff! Not like Haute, he draws his pictures of clothes right over all of my pictures!! He uses markers that bleed through the paper and ruin my drawing pad that Mama got for me because he ran out of his own drawing paper!! And I can't even complain because Father is always with Lovely and Mother is always working! And my sisters barely know I exist!! They only notice when I'm in their ways and...and..." /tears started to well up in Imp's eyes/ "AND I even baked them all cupcakes with Auntie BonBon and all it did was make them nice for a hour then they stopped caring again! Non of my family loves me!!"
/he sniffles, and begins to cry again/
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:40 pm
Draft smirked at the little phoal. Kid definately knew a few things about adult life. Yes Draft did entertain here, in several different ways most of which is mother was not allowed to know about. He shook his head at his little bro, his silken striped hair moving back and forth.
"Sorry Imp, adults only here. Can't have kids in the club due to the drinks, even back here," he took one his brushes he used for his lovely long ponytail and began to brush Imp's locks. He figured it would calm the long haired phoal while they spoke.
"Hey bro, no tears man," he brushed softly as he listened to Imp tell his story. He actually smiled as his mind wandered back to the events of his own phoalhood. He understood what Imp was feeling. He had felt it before but he learned some things in life that made him understand siblings.
"Nah bro, they don't hate you," he put the brush down and smiled his usual handsome time, "you just aren't seeing the connection. Think of a song. There's many different parts. The lyrics, the beat, the pitch, and the instruments. If they all aren't moving smoothly long the same flow then you've got total chaos."
"I once thought my sibs and I would never be together like a family. We were just so...different from one another. PARTY was always off with dad, since dad only hung out with me when he wanted to pick up chicks. Taquita was locked in her room with her poems and if she wasn't there she was yelling at me to turn down my music. Mama always yelled when I played my music to loud and had no ear for music. Sound familiar?" he grinned at his bro.
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 5:51 pm
Imp blinked and sniffled. "You felt that way too bro..?" He was more relaxed now that his hair had been combed through, Noel often did that to him when he was a new born to quiet him.
"But but..I have more siblings then you so..so..one of them is bound to hate me! Prolly Haute.." he huffs. "Just because him and me have semi similar interests doesn't mean he can just use my stuff when he runs out or ruins his!"
Imp heaves a deep sigh and looks around. "when I'm old enough..I'm going to be VIP here!" has no idea how that sounds or how many ways it could be taken. While not totally innocent, still innocent enough. "So..I really can't stay..? I'm sure my family won't notice..."
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Posted: Tue Mar 20, 2012 6:04 pm
"Oh yeah bro. Totally. Never felt so alone," he smiled at the small phoal. Feeling like he couldn't relate to anyone in his family, even his own father due to their different music interests did leave him in tears a few times.
"You may have more sibs but you just aren't seeing the flow bro," he removed the tie from his hair and handed Imp the brush, letting the phoal brush and play with his own striped mane. He knew how much Imp enjoyed messing with hair, just like his mother.
"You see I had to find the flow of my family. I loved mixing, taking the most normal sounds and turning them into music. Taquita wrote poetry to express her feelings. PARTY was always beating on his drums. I just couldn't connect with them. Then I found the flow," he looked to his cousin.
"Audio! All of us could create something for people to listen to and have their hearts touched! My mixes, Taquita's poetry, PARTY's beats. All of it could move people. Once I figured that out I found ways to work with my sibs in ways we all could be happy with," he was about to continue when he had to clamp his hoof over his mouth at Imp's wording. Yeah he had a bad mind despite his good nature. Finally he got himself under control.
"So, all we have to do is figure out what your family's flow is. Because family is important Imp. Even if you have nothing else, you always have family."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 4:16 pm
"Flow...flow...." Imp's nose wriggled as he thought about his siblings...he mumurs out loud as he thought about his siblings. "Well...Bumble...all she does is fuss with her bees and collect honey...and Pepper cooks..sometimes she cooks with Bumble's honey...so..they have their own flow..."
He scuffs his small hoof across the shiny floor of the hide away room as he thought. "Haute and I are both artists even though we're different kind of artists but we use similar mediums so we got kinda a flow.."
"And Lovely...she...marches to the beat of her own drummer.." he chuckles a little and looks up, frowns. "but how can you flow so many differences...?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:31 pm
Draft smiles as his cousin lists off the things he and his sibs do. He saw the flow, but it seemed his bro needed a push in the right direction.
"Ah you are thinking too small Imp. Sure, up close there doesn't seem to be a common flow. So step back. See it all. Bumble and Pepper can make a killer meal, even Lovely can flow with it considering she's gotta do something with all that meat. Then Haute is a fashion guru and you know style," he grinned at him.
"From what I see the five of you can make the ultimate date night! Say you got some square waltz in. He can't help he's square, since no one taught him any different. But he needs to impress his lady!" Draft spoke like he was laying out a movie scene. Moving his hooves in the air.
"So in he walks into your mom's shop. Your mom, Haute, and you totally remake his image. Give him an edge and real style! Then he takes his lady out to eat. And who better to serve the most romantic and delicious meal than Pepper, Bumble, and Lovely!" he chuckled as he looked down at Imp, "I see that flow in your family. You see our talents, the things we are just in tune with, it's to help others. And when you work with your family, your talents will really shine."
"Without an awesome hair style and some totally rad clothes, what good would your designs be on anyphony? Same with them. Hair and clothes can make a person but you give them an edge that your mom and Haute can never create! But looks only get you so far. Thats where your dad and other sibs step in to realy make a night memorable," he looked to his cousin to see if he understood.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:16 pm
Imp thought long and hard about what Draft said. It made sense to him in theory but..."I don't think any of my siblings could co-operate enough to do any of that without trying to out do another or stick their own two bits in." he laughs a little, his face almost dry from the tears and his eyes loosing their puff. "But I guess I can understand what you mean.."
He rolled over his sibs in his head and though about all the fun he did have with them. Going out with their parents and trying fancy food that no one but Noel seemed to like, going out into the woods that no one but Lovely and Neg seemed to like, fashion shows that everyone liked but he because Haute put him in clothes he thought were too flashy. Things they'd all done as a family that celebrated or highlighted what each of them were good at.
And in the end, they had all been fun, they'd all been adventures, and there was no way any of that could have happened like it did if he wasn't with his brother, sisters, and parents.
Imp sighed a little and felt bad he'd been ranting so hard about something he was lucky to have. "Now I feel bad for bein' so mad.."
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:26 pm
"Ah you are still young bro. When you are young, you never get along. But maturity does have a few perks," he grinned and winked, "Amongst other things."
The striped phony stood and pulled his hair back into a phonytail. "Not to mention trying to out do one another makes it fun! They can push you to test your limits and help your art move into realms you'd never dream of!"
Ok maybe that was the music maker in him but that's how he felt about his sibs. Taquita's poetry really kept a beat with him while PARTY's drumming usually helped him pick up the pace.
"Your family influences you and makes you who you are. And I for one am glad they made you," he hugged his cousin, "Now lets go back to the dance hall. I'll get a bad rap bringing phaols in here."
He chuckled and walked back out into his dance area. Then he stopped to look behind him, "Oh and may want to turn your accent back on," he smiled with a knowing grin.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 7:57 pm
Imp smirked a little and then pretended not to know what Draft meant. Despite his mother's (and auntie's) ultra thick accents, his had naturally smoothed out to where it was nearly undetectable. He kept it up because others enjoyed it and it made him seem "exotic" (he was told). It mostly went away when he dropped his guard around his family or other phony he knew well.
"I 'ave no idea what you mean Draft. My azent 'az alwayz been zere. I zink zat you 'ave been lizteninz too long and loudly to your own muzic!"
He paused and turned around, bumped his tiny purple hoof against Drafts. "Bro hoof!"
A group of adult phonys came into the club, laughing and paused, looking at him curiously. Imp turned and walked out as if he owned the place and there was nothing unusual with him being there. He kept up the look as he sauntered out, a couple of buff draft bouncers also looking at him curiously and the line of phonies waiting to get in craned their necks to see what the bouncers were distracted by. Somewhere in the back someone shouted "YEAH! YOU GO LITTLE DUDE!" Imp laughed.
He turned the corner to the next block and broke into a run. It was nearly pitch black out and his parents were going to be mad at him for being out so late.
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