Sasha

@@Midnight Scribbler, gimme some time, fellas. I'm visiting family for the holidays.

@@wakuboys,@, @@Midnight Scribbler, (OOC: Her father is pony, her mother is griffin. The name for such a thing is a hippogriff.) "Yikes, and I thought pheasants bled a lot." She didn't need to see any more. She opened her wings and spiraled downward to an area of the road void of onlookers. "Odd thing. Something dangerous just happened; better stay near the place where it happened." Sasha did just the opposite and trotted away from the scene. "I swear I will never understand some ponies." She trotted to the sidewalk, eager to continue her original mission, though hesitatingly looked around, making sure that the situation wouldn't escalate to some sort of trampling stampede.

@@Midnight Scribbler,@, @@wakuboys, Sasha confidently played out how her day was going to go, at least in her head, and the cerebral simulation was enthusiastic and hopeful. It was a brand new day afterall; the sun was shining, the city was bustling, the... "Oh, hey! What's going on over there?" She saw a crowd had gathered as she turned the corner. It was in front of an important looking building. A bank maybe? It didn't matter to her, the crowd was what had her curiosity. She gusted upward to look over the many pony heads blocking her view. She glided over, yet still couldn't get a view she was satisfied with, so she perched on the edge of the building's canopy.

Standing on the roof's edge like some droopy eyed, medieval gargoyle, she can't help but hear the repeated shouting of someone's name as well. Not knowing the circumstances of the town, nor willing to put much thought into it, she dismisses it. "Sheesh, mare. Keep a hold on your foal and shut up." She remains up on the roof for a while until her want for warmth is no longer greater than her tolerance of the chanting down below. She went back to her room, grabbed a few thi... better leave the bow and quiver, and headed out. Was that pony still calling out to her foal? "Geez, zip it, you probably need to visit a therapist." She came here for a job, and she had planned on finding one. She had made a list of places that could use some general labor and a few mechanical know-hows.

@, @@wakuboys,@@Midnight Scribbler,@,@@Lucid Dream, (OOC: Lost internet for a couple of days, and now I'm back) Sasha didn't like the hotel. The elevators, the rooms, the halls; they were all small and narrow. She didn't sleep well, but woke when the sun hit her windows. Eager to get outside, she went to the window to open it. It didn't budge. "That's curious." Believing it to have rusted some, she pulled at it more to try and un-jam it. No luck. She looked the window's frame, maybe it wasn't the kind that opens? No, it has a lock and handles to open and close with, what could possibly be... the window was nailed shut. Two, no, three nails were driven into the corners of the window to keep it shut. "Well, someone sure doesn't want me enjoying the air here." She grabbed the roomkey, darted out into the hall for the eleva-, no, forget that thing. She used the stairs instead. Down to the lobby, out the door, and gusting upwards, she climbed the air to the hotel's roof. Once there, she fanned out her wings wide to warm and wake herself up a little.

@@wakuboys,@@Midnight Scribbler, She swung down and through the door in an attempted single motion, though she miscalculated the friction of the roof siding and slipped, falling to her hooves instead of sliding through the door. Instinct being as it is, her wings spread and braced her fall. "You're freaking out, Sasha. Losing your game." She shook the jitters off herself, though it was a futile attempt. She now entered through the doors of the hotel in a much more graceful, yet simplistic manner of simply trotting in. She finds the lobby desk as the clerk greeted her. "Hello" he said "Are you here to get a room?" "No, I'm here to get a rhinocerus." Sarcastically thinking of course, Sasha didn't know any other reason to come to a hotel. "Yes, one room, single bed, one night." "That will be 10 bits in advance." Sasha rummaged through the sac on her back, producing a small pouch and counting out the appropriate amount. "Thank you." Upon receiving the bits, he reached for a key. "Your room is 1408, just up the elevator." "..." Sasha blinked at this new word "The elewhat?"

@@Midnight Scribbler, She perched just over the door, looking back to the streets to make sure there wasn't any danger before trotting into an enclosed space. With the patience and paranoia of a hunter, she took her time. She had felt like this before, believing to be watched or followed by some predator. Manticores, basilisks, timberwolves; they were each territorial and attacked any other predator they ever laid eyes on.

@@Midnight Scribbler, The hotel couldn't have been that far, she was recommended to it by someone nearby, so it would likely have been in the community, right? It'd be foolish to assume that the logic of people from somewhere else coincided with her own, but that's all she had. Anyways, she aimed for some lights she felt just -had- to be the hotel. Even though it was dark and a little chilly, just the sight of light was warming. She placed her aim for the overhang just outside the hotel entrance.

((OOC: odd, I didn't get a notification)) @@Midnight Scribbler,@, @, She remained flying in the air, and had planned to stay up there until she came to the hotel. Her only change in direction was up and down to pass over rooftops, but not so high up as to stand out. She kept her eyes in front of her, feeling that looking any other direction would be a distraction and dangerous in unfamiliar territory.

Not satisfied by the silence, her uneasiness grew. "This is just a whole different jungle on its own." With that analogy in mind, she decided to fly over the city's 'canopy' after all. Flying over rooftops instead of over roads. Part of her told her that she was crazy; another part said that taking the roads would be crazier. A talon grabbed onto her bow for reassurance, like a child to a blanket or toy.

@@Midnight Scribbler, The further Sasha traveled, the more and more uneasy she felt. Had she been in the wilderness, she would've instantly become defensive and ready for anything that would throw itself at her, but this was the city. Nothing pounces on you in the city, right? Pausing for a moment to think about that "Who said they don't? It's not a pony thing to do, but... no one here would probably see me as a pony. Nothing stopping them I guess." She made a quick lift upwards with her wings, just high enough to see over the roofs of the shops along the main road. She hovered there momentarily, looking around for anything to confirm or deny her paranoia.

@@Midnight Scribbler, "No one's answerin' the office door, so I guess I'll try the hotel then. Thank ya." With that, Sasha turned back down the hall and left for downtown. Mostly following the directions of one of the tourist pamphlets she grabbed on her arrival. After trotting for a few minutes, she figured she had the best route there, and folded up the map to take flight, but paused for a moment to look at the traffic around, or lack of it. For a blooming town, there wasn't much happening, or at least, not as much as she expected. She decided against flying there, not wanting to put herself in an unshared and exposed position. She stuck with her stealthy strengths and to the shadows as she made her way to the hotel.

@@Midnight Scribbler, @, @@ovr9000percentcooler, @, "Dangit, haven't even said a word and already frightened someone" Sasha almost stuttered before even opening her beak. She didn't want to put this pony at any more unease that she was already in, but she didn't want to waste time either. She tried to relax a little; setting aside her habit of trying to look taller than she really was as she wasn't as tall as either of her parents. "Hey, I'm sorry to bother you like this and at this hour, but could you direct me to where the landlord for these apartments may be?" Her hind hooves shuffled a little. Sasha mentally slapped herself in the face for forgetting to take her bow and quiver off before even trying to knock on the door. She new most ponies get nervous around weapons, and felt foolish for just now thinking about it.

@, @Midnight Scribbler, danzxc123, @nioniosbbbb, @ovr9000percentcooler After coming to some nearby apartments, she knocks on the main office... no answer. "Hrrmph" Maybe the landlord was out on the town? Didn't matter, no one was answering. She continued around until she could hear voices. Figuring they were likely tenants, and probably had more information on how to get a place to stay than she already had. She followed the voices until she was certain she found the door they were behind. She gave a light knock, and waited. Feeling absolutely awkward having just knocked on yet another stranger's door. Likely, this was going to be the first impression she was going to be able to have on anyone in the town. The uncertainty of what may happen in the next few seconds twisted at her insides. She quickly resorted to a breathing technique she learned when hunting to help keep calm and quiet. Her heartrate in mild flux, she waited for an answer to the door.

@Midnight Scribbler @danzxc123 @nioniosbbbb @Kira, (just so y'all know I'm here) The young hipporgriff trotted out of the train; the last ride of the evening. She carried little; her bow and quiver and a single bag was all she brought. She had never been to Dodge City before, never knew anyone there, but heard that it was a blooming town with a growing number of jobs, thus her reason for coming. She grabbed a couple of pamphlets to find out where the basic necessities of the town were. Markets, boarding, and anywhere she could put her skills to work. Raised able to farm and hunt, she was confident in her abilities, though had skepticism in her hireability. Being half pony and half griffon was an uncommon thing, and often distracted from where things were important. Still, she knew this town wouldn't have a chance if she didn't give it one. So, with her head held as high as her pride, she marched down the streets for the nearest apartment complex.