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 Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 11:40 am
 A young white pegasus finished connecting the lines he'd drawn in the dirt of a small sandlot with his hoof, standing back to inspect his work. They were more or less straight, but it was harder to tell if they were an equal distance apart from one another. They had to be a perfect square (or enough of one that a baseball game could be played along them, but it would be easier to see from above. It was a surprise for his siblings and he wanted to make sure it was fair. Fights between them were the last thing he hoped to cause, but given their competitive nature, he was sure something like an argument about shorter or longer distances between bases would come up if there was enough reason for them to.
Glancing around real quick, he unfolded his wings and took a little running start before launching himself into the air. He'd been practicing his flying lately and he was pretty confident in his ability to do so, but he was worried about being seen for a different reason. They were small, but the stitch markings at the base of his wings were still visible enough to be seen from something of a distance given their bright red coloring against his white coat.The Semblance of Unity ((As usual, let me know if there's anything I need to change!))
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 9:36 am
As a general rule, Perfect Purl walked home briskly. Walking quickly, efficiently, was a good thing, she reasoned. Why waste time on the dirty road, hooves getting dusty when she could end up at home quicker? Perfect home. She loved her mothers, her siblings, and everything about it! But although her mind wanted to be quick, her hooves dallied, and she found herself ambling along at a more sedate pace than usual. Purl concentrated and used her magic to pluck a pretty flower from the roadside, tucking it behind one ear. Something caught her eye and she turned, squinting into the sun. An exceedingly pale pegasus was playing in the dirt. Eugh. Didn't he know he'd get dirty? He was... drawing a diamond? Purl inched closer, her insatiable curiosity taking hold. Closer, she could see that he'd somehow managed to get some sort of dirt on his wings! Suddenly, the other phony launched himself into the air, similarly launching a trail of fine dirt behind him. Purl coughed violently. "Hey! What are you doing?!" She should've just gone home...
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:33 am
"Huh?!" Swing had hardly made it a couple of vertical feet into the air before he was abruptly startled into withdrawing his wings. Of course this put an immediate end to his flight and he sent clouds of dust airborne instead as he crashed back down to the dirt ground with a rather painful and dull thud.
"Ow..." The pegasus gingerly pushed himself back up to his hooves and attempted to wave away the dust clouds a little with his wings as he tried to see who had spoken. "Who...who's there?" It hadn't sounded like anyone he'd heard before, so he didn't think it could have been one of his siblings, but they didn't sound much older than him, either.
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Posted: Wed Jan 29, 2014 6:18 am
Oh no! Purl's mouth dropped in horror as the pegasus stalled and crashed rather spectacularly into the ground. She had thought most pegasi knew how to fly quite natura;lly, she mused uncharitably. She shook her mane vigorously. Dirt momentarily forgotten, she rushed over to the fallen phony. "Are you OK? I'm sorry I called out to you. I didn't know you would crash! I've never seen anybody crash before. Did I startle you or something? It was quite spectacular. It's just that you were out there making such a dusty mess and I was concerned because really. No one likes a mess. And then your takeoff kind of flung dust in my air passages. And, well." She was babbling. Pausing for breath, she looked at the pegasus. "You're really] dirty." Purl ended lamely, stepping back a bit. " I'm Perfect Purl. Are you quite alright?" Belatedly, she realized that by venturing towards the dirty phony, she became dirty as well. An expression of distaste flittered across her features. She lifted her hooves delicately, restlessly, but placed them back down in just the spots they had left. "Ugh. I'm dirty, too!"
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Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2014 4:31 pm
Swinger blinked and coughed as the dust settled, trying to make sense of the bright orange filly's words as they tumbled out of her mouth in a rush. From the way she described it, he couldn't tell if she was more concerned, amazed, or critical about his crash landing. "Heheh...trust me, I don't like dirt, dust, or messes any more than you do," he answered, looking somewhat disgruntled at his now-quite-dirty coat. "But I was making this baseball diamond so my siblings could play and that kinda meant getting my hooves dirty." He kept his wings folded tight as if they were glued to his sides.
Growing concerned at the mention of her air passages, he abandoned his half-hearted explaination. "Oh no! I'm sorry, are you okay?" he asked. "I swear I didn't see you until the last minute. I wasn't thinking when I crashed, either. Otherwise, I...well, I probably wouldn't have crashed." Chuckling sheepishly at himself, the pegasus nodded at Purl's introduction. "I'm Smooth Swing. Nice to meet'cha," he said.
"Oh...shoot, I got dust in your lungs and on your coat," Swing remarked, appearing more distressed than ever. "I'm so sorry! Um...there's got to be a place to wash off somewhere around here...maybe in a public bathroom?" Though a simple bathroom sink seemed kind of a poor substitute for a shower. "Aww, I can't go home! My siblings will see me and then they'll ask where I've been without them!" He began to pace frantically, trying not to stress out as he attempted to puzzle out a solution.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 4:48 pm
She looked curiously at Swinger as he spoke. The pegasus was liberally streaked with dirt and she expected him to beat his wings furiously to shake it off. Instead they remained tight against his sides. She shrugged. Why did she care? Less wing action meant less dust for everyone. She flipped her mane back out of her face, shifting from hoof to hoof. He sounded so worried! "I'm alright, Swinger," she coughed. "Just.... dirty." Her golden eyes widened alarmingly as the pale colt proceeded to freak out. Purl rolled her eyes and heaved a huuuuuge sigh. "C'mon. I live nearby. You can use my shower." With that, she turned and sashayed off, trusting Swinger would follow. Kitomyx if its alright, I'm gonna make her see his wing markings after they get clean & be like "dude you missed a spot" If that's amenable, I figured we could do a quick time jump to them finishing up getting clean?
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2014 3:25 pm
"What?" Ceasing his frantic pacing, Swinger raised his head. "A-are you sure? It won't be too much trouble?" At this point, though, he was desperate and he couldn't see any other way out of the situation.
Grateful to the filly, he nodded. "O-okay...lead on, then." But she was already leading. He had to break into a brisk trot in order to catch up. She really did seem as eager to be clean as he was.The Semblance of Unity ((Yeah, sure! Sorry about the long wait. ^_^; ))
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2014 2:13 pm
Swinger had been much dirtier than she, so Purl decided to make do with some damp towels while he rinsed off all that dust. It was a smar, really, that a colt with such a pale coat had been playing in the dirt. Her own dark pink did show dust, but it wasn't as marked a difference. Getting it out of her yarny tale was an entirely different matter. Once clean, she set about getting out some juice and snacks for the other guy. Her mother's practice of good hospitality had thankfully rubbed off on her. Funnily enough, it looked like no one else was home. She hummed as she worked, tail swishing from side to side. It felt good to be (mostly) clean. Kitomyx gosh, this is late! I'm sorry! wasn't sure if I should have Swinger emerge from the shower in this post or let you do it c:
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 10:29 am
Finally meeting his high standards of cleanliness, the pegasus foal gratefully stepped out of the shower to dry off. He didn't see Purl, but he assumed the towels left out were okay for him to use. Taking a few, he proceeded to rub himself down, taking extra time on his mane, tail, and wings.
"Purl...?" he called timidly. He peered out the bathroom door with a towel still over his head as he finished drying the last of his mane. "Where'd you go...?"The Semblance of Unity ((Noooo, it's my fault. XP GAH, I'm so sorry!))
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 11:30 am
At Swinger's words, Purl turned away from the kitchen counter. "Im here!" she called out, rounding the corner. She frowned when she saw him there, towel still on head. Now, Purl really disliked being a busybody (at least she told herself that), but some situations just called for it. And so, she huffed and trotted towards him. "You''ll catch a cold if you keep your hair damp! You could die." she intoned dramatically. With that, she rubbed the towel on his head vigorously. Purl giggled a little and satisfied, she pulled the towel off. She gave him a once-over, her ciritical eye checking for extra dirt. "What's that? You missed a spot on your wings." Quick as lightning, she took the towel and ruubbed at the markings on one wing. "It's not coming off..."
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2014 6:48 pm
"I could...die?" Swinger repeated, sounding astonished. He tensed as the unicorn filly finished up drying his mane off, but was glad for it when she finished. "Um...thank you. I didn't know that."
"Huh? What?!" Startled by her rubbing at his wing, he glanced at her attempt to clean his markings away before blushing deeply. "Oh...yeah, that, that's a...I was born with that," he admitted, lowering his head sheepishly.
Attempting to side-step away from her vigorous rubbing, he folded his wings tightly against him once more. If only he hadn't been so careless! It was as if that whole crash landing and getting dirty had been completely pointless!
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 1:52 pm
"Oh. Oh. Well." She shuffled uncomfortably, tossing her mane. "I'm sorry. I, uh, well, I was born with things too!" Turning, she displayed her wax flank. It was awful to keep truly clean. But such things made her unique, right? They weren't weird! "Do your siblings have markings too?" Kitomyx I got eaten D8 unfortunately, it's been so long I'm unsure where we were headed towards in this rp. i'm sorry @_@
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2014 6:39 pm
Noticing Purl's discomfort, Swing's insecurity got the best of him and he immediately assumed that his marking was the cause of her unease. He became defensive and withdrew a bit, looking away. "Yeah, but...they don't have 'em on their wings, like mine. Like I was born an Earth phony without wings and just got some stitched on." His tone was bitter.
That was when he noticed Purl's own oddities. Before, he'd been too high up to see them properly and then afterward they had been covered with dirt like the rest of her. Her flank - what had happened to it? She had really been born like that? And her tail! And - and -
"Are you even a real unicorn?" he questioned, still feeling defensive. "Your horn looks like it's made of bread. Your flank and tail don't look real, either. Why're you named 'Perfect Purl' when you're the least perfect phony I've ever seen?" The instant he'd spoken the words, Swing felt horrible, but he couldn't take them back. Besides, she hadn't needed to bring up the subject of his markings. It was her fault - she'd started it.The Semblance of Unity ((Hehe, no worries; I get eaten all the time. XD <3 I think we were doing something somewhere along the lines of this? That they were both going to be honest about each other's 'imperfections'...?))
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2014 8:46 am
As Swinger spoke, Purl bristled. Oh okay, that was it. She had tried to be nice (mostly), and tried to be accomodating (mostly). She leaned into him, golden eyes narrowed dangerously. Purl's mouth twisted. Her croissant horn glowed pinkly and the damp towel flopped on his head, covering the pegasus' eyes. "I -am- a real unicorn! You- you-" Her teeth ground together. Of course he had hit on the very things she was most insecure about. "You are the worst, meanest earth phony I ever met! I saw you - you couldn't even fly right! So why're you trying to find fault in me?! You take it back right now!" Kitomyx ah.... oops. let me know if this is something you can work with, or I can change it
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 10:05 pm
Startled at how very scary Purl could become in a matter of moments, Swing found himself backing up against a wall. He managed a brief glimpse of her glowing croissant horn, uttering a gasp in surprise and dread right before the towel fell over his eyes. Oh no! What was she going to do? Was she going to use her magic to get rid of his wings?
Swing gave a small whimper as his head drooped, feeling both ashamed and upset. Now they both felt awful. Her calling him an Earth pony made him realize just how hurtful it must have been for him to question whether or not she was a real unicorn. Even if she had seemed a little uneasy, she hadn't actually said anything mean, right? He'd been the one to do that first.
"I take it back," he said finally. "I only said that because I thought you thought I was weird. I didn't...I didn't think you got shy about yourself, too." Raising his head, he pulled the towel off it to reveal a truly regretful expression. "You just seemed so...sure of yourself. So I thought it was me you were acting uncomfortable about and I got upset."The Semblance of Unity ((Oh don't worry, this is completely fine. heart We can work with it.))
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