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  1. ((Sorry for slow posting, School)) "Seems it's quite a hefty amount actually, dunno if they actually like the people we have though..." I snicker in, while looking at the fool who is named Erin, messing with one of the dudes, myself completely ignoring the taller one. On purpose of course, we all have to stoke a fire at some point to be alive. "Hmm, so boss, do you want to take the phone with the..." I lower the phone, looking at the bunch with a, fake, dumbfounded expression and then brought it back up, continuing, "Buyers? Anyways, don't get too high or drunk there, I can tell that you're having a blast" I chuckle as I get ready to write on a napkin, in case I need evidence of anything too... weird. Now that I'm thinking about it, this smaller dude in his suit seems a bit squeamish to be here to do this, couldn't of they just call the boss, or maybe even just leave a memo? Meh, I guess I might be thinking it over too much. With the man I've been thinking talking, even threatening, if that can be a thing. He wants to sue Erin, but he's the type to sleep with a horse than go to court with a Sue, although he is drunk. I'll think to help him, if I can, if I can fight instead of be talking too much.
  2. "Sure I'll call you in if you want. By the way, why do you want this place?" I replied as I was grabbing the phone, dialing the boss's number. Looking to the side, with my peripheral vision seeing competition, competition in the form of dudes in Suits. "You seem high strung, need help fella?" I say as waiting for the Dial tone. "We got some drinks for that" Leaning on the counter, my free hand gripping the wooden counter, feeling the steel hidden under there. I finally connect, before he talks, I speak, "Hello, this is Kelly, your employee at the Bar, it seems two guys-" I look at them again, looking back in the general direction I was looking before, "Scratch that, gentlemen. It seems that they have money for the bar." I lift my free hand, resting my head on it, whilst leaning on the counter, waiting for a reply from the boss.
  3. "Hey did you hear there's a new city that floats next to Japan, Kelly" I reply back, "uh... No I didn't whats it about" I hear a sound, creaking. "well i-" I close the phone, not being able to read anymore of the text. The thing making me close my phone was... Erin acting like a bafoon, again. I look up, seeing the bafoon on the ground and the silhouettes of two, no, three guys. Looks swish. He asks me then if my boss was here, I replied with a shake of my head and finally stand up. "Are you guys here to buy the place or something, because I contact him through phones. I look them over, the one with the colorful hair looks... Interesting, only people I know that have hair like that are from otakus, and freaky party people, but these people look like neither. "However if you want to try to take the place without the bosses word I'll ask you to leave" after saying that, I throw a bag of ice we had in the fridge toward Erin, with a sticker on there reading "With Love" we found a bag on the table with what was probably someones lunch, so after Erin ate it, we cleaned it and put it in the fridge for times like this. Well, I say we, but it was really just me, Erin was 'supervising'. Looking back at the men, shoving up my chest, "Hmm? You going to speak?" I may be aggressive, but wuwt do you think scared the IRS agents, well me and the shotgun under the counter.
  4. After I gave some drinks to a few guys, I was oh so rudely interrupted by this drunkard. He keeps bothering me, even if he is a senior to me. "Can I help you, oh yes... You wanted a drink?" I gesture to the bar, "There's the tap." This job's annoying, although it provides. We haven't been able to get many customers here lately. That's mostly because the bar from across the road, yup, woo-ed them with cheap beer, wings, and skimpy waitresses. I gotta tell you it is hard to compete with that when you're a guy. As I was pondering such, I walked past the decaying dark wood in this delapitated bar, toward the cash register to wait once again, until either something else sparks my intrest or happens to met by another customer. Till then, I guess I'll go on my phone, it's old but it still have texting and calls, so it suffices. I sit down in a chair behind the counter, phone in hand, sipping some soda, since it'll be bad to drink alcohol here, especially when Erin's here.
  5. I think... I'm addicted to Anime again... Such a happy captivity XD

  6. Man, I am really staying up late for my drawings...

  7. Wait, Wait, Wait, You're LDS too?!?! Woah! I am too!

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      YAAAY!! *hugs you* That's awesome!! :D

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  8. My head felt weird, it wanted to Both hurt her and hug her and cry. Instead something slipped out, and I'm not saying me. The sonofabitch fat stallion stepped out of the back. He was fat, brown small strips of hair that looked combed over, his cutie mark being a cider mug and a single pre-war bit. As I said, he was a sonofabitch. He was my boss someday back. Caught me drinking on the job. It seemed like he was wobbling with his weight, hitting the bar counter sometimes. He then said in a snobby, pig like, deep voice, "Line Plucker... Aren't you banned here, remember?" I picked my head, and gave a sarcastic smile, "Well, hi to you too, Mug, how's your ribs." He then put his hoof on his ribs, yes I broke almost all his ribs. He said to me in a far deeper, darker voice, although still disgustingly like a pig, "You will pay, and I told you to get out, Line Plucker" I then picked up my face, and smirked, "I am paying, you see my caps, I'll add a cap for each one of my Next drink. I know you like them caps, don't ya" He then darted his eyes from my purse to my eyes, then he said, "Well... You can stay if you keep up with your deal. i don't want you messing with my new bartender." He then walked over and looked at Caprisha who was... Nuzzling me. He said, "Why, what a beautiful Mare, do you want to see a real Stallions is like in bed." I then darted to the occasion, "Fuck off or I'll break more bones!" He then gave a sneer and walked off. I then looked to Caprisha, "Don't listen to the fucker, he'll rape you, drug you and sell you." I then started to tap my hindleg hooves on the wood, I then saw behind me... A stallion trying to drag Libby out while she was passed out, book still in hoof. I pointed my rifle at him, "put her back over here or I will hurt you bad, raper..." That stallion then did just that, although the earth pony Stallion said back in a angerful voice, "Fuck you, Bitch!" I calmly replied, "come back and see how that turns out!" He then huffed off, mad. I hope they understand what I just did for them. I then realized, a little better now that I got to release steam, which is rare. "hey, sorry about them. It's just, I don't feel right. I just don't wanna talk, let's just talk about other things... Please?"
  9. What does that mare think I'm doing. I want a drink, maybe a talk, but not sex. I tore her off of me, took all Of her off of me. Using the butt of my rifle, forces her left foreleg in, making her fall, her things sliding on the floor. Looking down on her, saying in a voice that I've heard today from a... Forget it! I said, "I just want a drink... Maybe a talk, but I AM NOT in the mood for that. Don't fuck with me now, I'm in a bad mood." Moving back towards the seat again, caprisha and, the now drunk Libby on the floor. When I sat, downing another shot in the dusty post apocalyptic bar, still looking forward, magic still on the 3rd shot, talked to her again in a low, sad face, "I'm not to be tread on, so don't or I'll buck you..." My face then hit the splintering wood, not caring what happens to my head or the speachless ponies watching us. My tone suddenly changed by the sudden change of heart, not by forgetting... Him, but by being Sorry, remorse, Guilty Mind. My face on the old Oak wood, eyes closed said in a sad, sorry voice, "I... I'm sorry, just... Please don't talk about that, I just... Need to drink." I then slowly put my head up, and downed the last shot, laying my head back down again in my forelegs, trying to think of nothing...
  10. This Libby mare was funny, and prematurely drunk. And just with cider, what. I heard her talk about Magic and stuff. There was also a book, and she was drunk. Well, lets see where this goes. I then got my hoof, and tapped it on her back and said in a caring, soft voice, "Stay that way, stay happy..." I then looked forward, going back to my position, this time looking forward. I then saw the waiter come to me, shaking as he poured 3 shots of whiskey. I then upped one shot right after he left. My happier mood, I've gotta admit I was pretty down, before, was crashed and turned into a deathful glare toward the face of Caprisha, her words filled with so much stubborn spirit. I couldn't take anymore pestering. I then putting the part me that seemed dying inside out, "Why don't you just drop the subject now before you get hurt, missy. I am not to be messed with now. Because you see, there is always somethings that shouldn't be told or spoken of at points. So why don't we just have our drinks, or you might get fuckin' shot if you talk about him again, got it?!" My posture then changed drastically from my sitting position, to standing up, magic ready on my rifle. I am tired of this.
  11. This... This kind of sadness started to boil up again. My face looked up while eyes red from tears. The 'new' bartender saw me, started to act shifty. "What's with you, did your boss tell you about me?" He looked away, scared shifting to another pony waiting to get wasted. I looked to the side to Libby and Capisha, my head laid on my crossed forelegs. My mind wanted to get wasted, to forget. "I said!... I said... Don't talk about him..." I gave a small breath, closed my eyes for a second, then open again to Libby, "So... I didn't get to know ya back there, just... Just wanna say I'm sorry if I scared ya. I'm willin' to make amends." My mind jerked to the side, and erupted into an... Indoor yell to the Bartender, "where's my drink! I'm paying!" He then got scared and galloped to the backroom, lets just hope he gets the drinks. I then laid my head back down toward the two again, "sorry about that too, just hate this place..." This... This kind of sadness started to boil up again. My face looked up while eyes red from tears. The 'new' bartender saw me, started to act shifty. "What's with you, did your boss tell you about me?" He looked away, scared shifting to another pony waiting to get wasted. I looked to the side to Libby and Charcoal, my head laid on my crossed forelegs. My mind wanted to get wasted, to forget. "I said!... I said... Don't talk about him..." I gave a small breath, closed my eyes for a second, then open again to Libby, "So... I didn't get to know ya back there, just... Just wanna say I'm sorry if I scared ya. I'm willin' to make amends." My mind jerked to the side, and erupted into an... Indoor yell to the Bartender, "where's my drink! I'm paying!" He then got scared and galloped to the backroom, lets just hope he gets the drinks. I then laid my head back down toward the two again, "sorry about that too, just hate this place..." This... This kind of sadness started to boil up again. My face looked up while eyes red from tears. The 'new' bartender saw me, started to act shifty. "What's with you, did your boss tell you about me?" He looked away, scared shifting to another pony waiting to get wasted. I looked to the side to Libby and Charcoal, my head laid on my crossed forelegs. My mind wanted to get wasted, to forget. "I said!... I said... Don't talk about him..." I gave a small breath, closed my eyes for a second, then open again to Libby, "So... I didn't get to know ya back there, just... Just wanna say I'm sorry if I scared ya. I'm willin' to make amends." My mind jerked to the side, and erupted into an... Indoor yell to the Bartender, "where's my drink! I'm paying!" He then got scared and galloped to the backroom, lets just hope he gets the drinks. I then laid my head back downDowns toward the two again, "sorry about that too, just hate this place..."
  12. I then dragged myself into the bar, in depressed anger, and sat down next to Libby, who which I saw jump as she was looking and trying to be... I don't even know what to call it. To act seductive you need to do wa- Ok, stop that train, It's not going to happen Line, you're hopeless. "Give me the hardest liquor you have" I looked up from the old wood, which I've used to bartend in my early free days. This boss here is shit, and a perv. He tried to screw me after he found me sneaking shots. I literally just bucked him in the ribs and broke them. He will not have that pleasure. And I left, walking away with only a bag with my few belongings and myself. ThE boss screaming at me to never come back again. I say fuck him, I can take a fight, especially now. I look to my side at Libby and Caprisha. Dried tears, and red eyes, I answered with a hoarse throat, "You wanted a drink? And now I also have time to talk too. Now what do you want from me, I can talk to you, just... Just don't talk about Caiesm or I will do unspeakables..." I saw as I slammed my hoof into the wood, splintering it again. "Understand?"
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