Flicker

@jdor11 "Nine." Flicker replied. "I'm from District nine. We're in charge of the grain industry. Not a fun job if you have hay fever." She stretched her wings and listened as the joints made little snapping noises similar to popping knuckles. "The peacekeepers can get a little strict sometimes, if you're into understatements. That's why I took to smuggling weapons in my suit." With a start she realized she had left her suit at home. No more night stealth. Just a sunny yellow coat and a fiery orange mane. Brilliant. Next the inevitable questions about her cutie mark would flood from the fans, and she'd have to remember what lie she told to make sure it was always the same one.

Flicker jumped a little and shifted to the right. "No." She mumbled. "Go ahead." "Don't you want to survive?" She mentally asked herself. "Well, of course." "Then you can't have your shy moments. From now on, you have to be fierce. I've seen you do that before, it will pull you through." "I don't know. This is all so strange." "I don't care." Her mind snarled. "Make allies." She turned to the stallion and extended her hoof. "I'm Solar Flicker, but you can call me Flicker. Everypony does."

Sorry I'm late! Solar Flicker opened her eyes blearily, then shut them against the light of the sun. The night before had been rough, and wheat dust still clogged her nostrils. She rolled out of bed and pulled her usual jumpsuit over her body, hiding a few knives in the sleeves in case the peacekeepers tried to kill somepony. Just the same routine she had gone through day after day after day, saving the Reaping. Her eyes widened. The reaping! She glanced at the calender. Today. How could the date creep up on her like that? And District 9's female tribute for the 47th Hunger Games is: The irritating voice of the official rang through her head. Sunny Daze! Come forward, and receive your honor. The memory still haunted her, two years later. Sunny Daze had been her closeest friend. And she had let her slip through her hooves without a thought. She had been too stunned to do or say anything.Sunny Daze never made it past the bloodbath. But her name had never been called. Why would this year be any different? Still, she hesitated coming out the door. ___ Solar Flicker kept her blue eyes fixed on the ground, ot daring make eye contact with anypony. Who knew who the next tribute would be? She hoped desparately it wasn't one of her friends. The same routine she went through every year. The same official as every year wished them a happy Hunger Games, and that the odds would be in their favor. The usual. She began to tune out the old cliches. "Miss Flicker! I have called your name twice now, and I can see you standing there!" The official snapped. "Don't pretend you can't hear me." Slowly, Solar Flicker flapped her wings and flew to the podium, too stunned to think. It had happened. "Good luck." She whispered to the male tribute after he had been called. ___ The train slowly huffed out of the station. Flicker sat beside the male tribute, but could think of nothing to say. She had said her good-byes, and the emotional exertion had exhausted her. Her eyelids began to droop, her head to nod, and the gentle rocking of the train lulled her into a shallow, dream filled sleep.

Ugh. I'm frankly exhausted right now. I'll start RPing tommorrow night some time after school.

Wow, a lot of people love Raven and her whole goth side. She does have a lot of the best episodes, but I have to keep reminding my brother it's probably not best if my dad finds out she's half demon before he gets to know the show. I still think Terra's the best with all her character development

Solar Flicker always has knives hidden in her suit, so that would probably be her weapon of choice. Also, I'd rather have her fly and grab a pack and escape the bloodbath.

For the record, I'd rather my character die about half-way through. For some reason, death scenes are very fun to write. Also, should we choose allies here?

I think a flaming quill would be a very cool cutie mark! Mine's a feather made of fireworks.

Nothing is really happening right now! Joe is kind of stuck now that the ricus of the rp seems to be on rolle and Monica. I'm only not posting because I have no idea what to say.

5 buckets off oats on the wall, 5 buckets of oats! Take one down, pass it around you've got 4 buckets of oats on the wall!,

I an so excited! This is the first time I've ever digitally colored my art and figured out my scanner! The sunset was hard, but i did it

Hello, and welcome to the greatest fandom on the interwebs! I can't wait to see you around.

0/10 Never seen you before.

Hmm, you're right, the focus is kind of off. I'll try flipping it horizontally and see what that does. I tried adding two tones of brown to her eyes, but I have a rather sad selection of that color. And now that I've figured out my scanner I can show a full-color drawing! *Yay* I just have to rescan it. Maybe I'll upload it tomorrow! http://kaithebrony.tumblr.com/ I just got a new tumblr for my artwork now that I've figured out my scanner! Feel free to follow and see more artwork. So, here's one of my colored drawings. I'm going to experiment with water colors for a different medium, colored pencils don't like my scanner no matter what I do.

The circle is the sun I'm going to try making a full color background and I'll submit it to Equestria Daily, but it probably won't get published :/ Oh well, it's fun drawing!

Whoah. Joe blinked in the sun. Ponies are powerful. Electro waved her flank in his face. "Erm, yes." He blushed. "I see it, it's a very nice, uh, cutie mark." Great. He thought. This should be easy. All I have to do is to go on a big adventure and I'll find some secret talent. That's what all the heroes do.

So I spent about an hour and a half drawing this, and I figured out how my scanner works. This might make my comics much less time-consuming since I'll just have to do some touch-ups on gimp. So, here's Amber Sands!

Joe frowned. "So I figure out what I'm good at, then I get a tattoo?" He shook an unruly shock of curly brown hair out of his face. There was one thing that hadn't changed. "And you can't get a job without a special tattoo? But what happens if I choose the wrong one? And I don't think the headmaster would really approve of me inking my bum."