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OOC Thread: http://mlpforums.com/topic/67084-in-sin-city-ooc/

 

((Cloak(the mare)'s speech is blue. Dagger(the stallion)'s is green))

 

An elderly stallion stepped off the train and into Las Pegasus. He turned back and called to someone still in the train. "Come on dear, we have to get a move on." A gorgeous mare soon followed him out of the train. She frowned. "I still don't understand why we had to come all the way out here just for this." The stallion sighed. "Because, my dear, there is no better place to get back into the game. This is a city of vice, and there's no better mark than the dishonest. This is a city of excess, and food and drink make ponies vulnerable. This is a city of riches, and we can bleed it dry. This is a city of fools, and we're going to play them for all their worth."

 

((Alright, make your first post about arriving in the city, and/or possibly meeting up with the other players.))

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"Dirty!" a loud voice proclaimed dramatically. "Oh, so dirty! And you, my dear, expect me to roll about in this filth?! Why, you certainly have lost your marbles again, dear. Pardon, but I'd rather like you to collect them."

Discreet blinked his eyes and a mare nearby eyed him with some interest, but the tiny, sullen pegasus mare by his side told her to move on with her narrowed brown eyes. Reka was tired and she unfurled her pale grey wings, their massive tips stretching nearly three times the length of that of a normal pegasus. 

Rolling those sunset eyes, Discreet shook his head at his partner. "Showing off again, dear? You're going to block everyone. Look at that simply darling old couple over there, you're tormenting them." Tapping Reka's wings, she re-folded them, and looked about grouchily as he addressed the other two.

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"I do quite apologize for my compadre, my dears," he said cheerily. "And how are you? How do you do?" He noticed the young lady and batted his eyes. "Well, isn't this quite the vision, no? What a pleasure to make your acquaintances." 

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A gorgeous pegasus in a short black dress with red laces at the bottom and socks to match stepped off the train, she mumbled to herself. "Lousy seats on a loud train just for some lousy bits." Autumn sighed and put on a fake smile. Well, at least it's money, right? She looked at an old, but cute couple. Then she noticed a cute stallion with a mare and sighed. Probably can't used games or charms on him. Autumn's kind nature was limited nowadays. Looking at two other sort of drunk stallions and not having her games set up, she decided to whip something up. "Hello darlings, would you care to help me out? I need some bits so I can get home, would you care to her help me? I'm sure I could give you something in return later.~" Her voice was low and seductive, and her trick worked! Both stallions gave her five bits each. In return she gave them a fake address then trotted away with her tail brushing up against one of the two's front leg. The best part was that she looked like friends with them.


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Iron stepped off the train, and noticed the swarm of ponies around her.

 

Play it cool. Got the I.D.? Good. Got the money you borrowed from your parents for a "school trip"? good. Now all that's left is to find them, and you'll be set. You need to teach Dagger how to count cards in return for getting this lovely article in the mail.

 

Iron looked around the station, but had no luck. She sat down on a nearby bench, and watched everypony pass her by.

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"I do quite apologize for my compadre, my dears," he said cheerily. "And how are you? How do you do?" He noticed the young lady and batted his eyes. "Well, isn't this quite the vision, no? What a pleasure to make your acquaintances." 

 

"Well, you're not so bad, either," Cloak replied, her voice low and seductive. She meant it too, although she still wasn't about to give away her identity. "My name is Blue Sky. What's yours?"

 

@,

 

With keen senses honed from years of... questionable enterprises, it didn't take Dagger long at all to find Iron. "Why hello, my dear. Are you ready to try your hoof at the con game?"


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Iron smirked.

 

"Well, I hope so. Otherwise my getting money out of various roommates over the years would have been for nothing. I mean, what's the point of learning if you can't put it to use?" She said, and smirked once again.

 

I don't think you're actually supposed to say 'I count cards'... so I guess you have to kinda beat around the bush...

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((I was trying to wait for a few more posts before I responded, but I guess that's not happening. Best just post now before people forget about this entirely.))

 

Dagger grinned. "You, my young friend, are going to make an excellent student." He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Don't tell Cloak, but I think you might have even more potential than she does." 


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((We can only move so far right now until @, posts, because Cloak is tied up in conversation with her character. So don't be surprised if I don't respond to your next post for a while.))

 

Dagger laughed. "Yes, someday I just might, at that. I believe Cloak is busy at the moment, so if there's anything you'd like to discuss before we get started, I suppose now would be the time."


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(OoC: Sorry, I suppose my post didn't go through. Which is odd. Sorry, m8y. Forgive me.)

(It's sad cuz I made a biiiig post too. ;_; )

 

"Blue Sky? Stereotypical name for such a unique pony," commented Discreet off-handedly, examining his hooves. "But I digress. I am Sunset Iris and my quiet companion is Coblat," he continued, gesturing to Reka, who nodded sharply and continued to look around. "I think you will find her an excellent friend if you like silence and general idiocy."

Reka glared at him, but Discreet just smiled and adjusted his bowtie, winking at Cloak.

"So tell me, Miss Sky, what are you in the area for?"

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((I hate when that happens.))

 

Cloak shrugged. "Oh, you know, just here to have some fun. My father's always wanted to go, and he's getting on in years, so I decided it was time for the two of us to head on out here while he's still able to enjoy it. What about you? What brings you here?" 


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"Could we maybe talk in private? I don't think it's a good idea surrounded by other ponies who could easily listen in..." Iron said in a hushed tone.

 

I hope I'm making a good impression. All the books I've read tell me what to do by the application is so different. C'mon. Poker face.

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Dagger chuckled. "You underestimate the effects of this fine city, my dear. Ponies come here every day for no reason other than to lose the money they've worked so hard to get. They know they have no real chance of winning, that they might as well throw their money away. But they don't want to believe it. It's the same mentality that we must rely on in our trade. A true master can tell you he's going to take your money, and you'll give it to him with a smile. Think of this as practice. Everything is practice really- you just don't necessarily know what you're practicing for." He leaned in and whispered to her. "Besides, you think I look like this when I'm at work? You have to transform yourself into the character you're claiming to be. That means you have to look the part in addition to everything else. In other words, I have disguises. Many, many, disguises. And identities to go along with each one."

 

((Random fact: If you're interested in grifting, you may want to look into the book American Gods, by Neil Gaiman. It's not about grifting, by any means, but it does talk about it several times, and it's quite informative. Also, it's my favorite book of all time, so I'd recommend it anyway.))


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((Bro, that is so a wall of text. Luckily I hate TL;DR))

 

"So what I do, is, like, acceptable here? Seriously? And do I get a disguise too?" Iron asked, genuinely curious.

 

Play it cool Iron. Make an impression. A positive one. C'mon, poker face.

 

What if I'm making a negative one?!

 

Play it cool. You're cool.

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((Bro, that is so a wall of text. Luckily I hate TL;DR))

 

((Well, you're getting it anyway. TL;DR- no.)) 

 

Dagger shrugged. "I don't know if acceptable is the right word, but suffice it to say that you'll fit in quite well here. And I can get you a disguise if you want. It shouldn't be a problem. But you'll have to create a character around it for yourself. Only you can do that."


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"The goal is to look average, right? To not stand out in a crowd and let other's eyes just graze over you?" Iron asked.

 

You sound dim. Quit asking so many questions.

 

These questions could prevent me from getting caught! And I know that if push comes to shove, Dagger is soooo not going to have my back.

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Dagger shook his head. "Not necessarily. I mean, blending in is good sometimes, but if you can create extremely memorable features that you don't really have, they end up looking for a pony they'll never find. But it also depends on the nature of the con. For now, I'll find you a disguise, and maybe you should try to change your voice or something. 


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