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Happy Birthday! Hope the day goes well!

Thank youuu!! <3 <3

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Happy Birthday! Hope it turns out to be a good one

Thank you very much ^^

And so far it’s going pretty well! :D

#sheepy birthday 2015 #pendletondreadful

pendletondreadful replied to your post “My little brother just dared me to order food from Jack in the Box...”

Good luck *chuckle*

It was a lot of fun. Had to really concentrate or I would have busted up laughing. And the person who took my order went with it, even laughing a little bit. Maybe I’ll randomly do it again.

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There was mild weather out, as the students poured out of the classrooms and into the halls. Sweet Song had emerged from the bathrooms, changed from her school attire to some more casual wear. The cream colored pegasus walked to her locker and grabbed all the necessary books to take home and loaded them into her backpack. She swung by the music room and grabbed her black guitar case and gave a friendly hello to the band students. Sweet exited the building and found a nearby bench. “This looks like a good spot to play”, she thought to herself, popping the case open and revealing a dark puple bass. A cool breeze played in the perlino mare’s mane and ruffled her feathers. She carefully placed the case on the ground before seating herself and strumming along. “Let’s see, how long can I entertain myself before Arn gets out?” the pegasus mumbled to herself before a song came to mind. She closed her eyes and smiled, a hum escaping her throat, slowly rising to a song.

Chrysta: The ebon mare shifted a long emerald lock of mane over her shoulder as she felt some of the passing students starting to react to the music. A few bobbing heads, some tapping hooves or flittering fingers. She smiled. "I guess the mare lives up to her name, isn't that right?"

Viztal: A creamy brown mare with a wild black mane nodded. "Maybe I'll do a piece on a her in the school paper."

Chrysta: "A good idea. There's also the Winter Formal to consider and a talent like that might go well with setting the proper mood. The pompous asshat Darien...while he might have been elected, elections can be rigged."

Viztal: "There hasn't been any case of voter fraud found in..."

Chrysta: The slender mare sighed. "There's more than one way to rig an election, Viztal. This time around things will be different. If we want things to be different it should as soothing, soft, subtle but intricate as the notes of that pegasus's song. Most of all, it as the feel right. If it doesn't feel right then there is no point."

Viztal: "Is that why you're friends with..."

Chrysta: A flicker of green energy danced between her eyes. "What occurs between the chocolates, the sugar and the licorice is my concern. You report the real news, right? The new students, the Winter Formal....and the shake ups as they come."

Viztal: "Of course, Mistress Chrysta..."

Chrysta: "Just Chrysta in public, you know that. Now, follow this musician's lead and start strumming a tune for the public to follow. We have scenes to set and some wings to fry..." She smiled a little before winking to the reporter. "I have chocolate, cream and steam to try to mix...and it's all coming together very nicely."

Viztal: The wheat colored filly grins. "Agreed, Lady Chrysta. You're playing things as well as Sweet Song. You won't mind me taking the space to tell others how she's become one of the best guitarists on campus, right?" She looks to the side slightly.

Chrysta: "Not at all. My family has always enjoyed the inspiration of artists. And if she holds have the promise she seems then there are a few events in the future that we could use her talents with. Here and a few others." She grinned wickedly. "It's nice to talk of high ideals but if anyone wants to make real change then they need to see things bigger. As well as the pieces that make those things happen..."

Viztal: The creamy brown filly frowned. "Just don't be like him. I think that's why they like you. You're not like him."

Chrysta: "I'm about as far from him kind as there can be. So we will set some gears to turn. Sweet Song could be one of the best places to start with this. We'll see. Where presidents fail there needs to be a queen, right?"

Viztal: "Just like Song there...strong players make up for weaker ones." She almost buzzed. "But are you sure about the current two?"

Chrysta: She purred. "I'm very sure. Sooner or later, everyone has to has a taste of the things they think they should never have."

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Posted by Pen Mod

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Midnight Dawn or ‘Dawn’ for short

She is a transfer student from northern equestria. Her left ear is torn from having a fight with a wolf back were she lived. Without a mother her and her father came to Canterlot to work at a factory. Tragically a reactor went critical and the factory was destroyed. It took several lives, one of which was her fathers. With few survivors she was left with a scar on her cheek. Now staying with a noble she enjoys it in Canterlot, and going to a fancy school too.

Mr. Cross: “Welcome to Canterlot Heights High, Miss Dawn. Do not worry much about socioeconomic status here. There isn’t only the privileged in attendance. Various scholarships and programs allow for diversity amongst the student body. You will see soon enough for yourself that pony and nonpony attend our classes. Prejudice of any form is not tolerated here, be it racial, species-based, sexual, religious, class based, magical, and more. The student handbook should cover most of it. Yes, I know, most don’t read through such things but we have our policies and resources in place for the sake of our students and do our best to make them accessible.

"Ms River is the Headmistress and much more often the welcoming figure of the school but sometimes I like to be the one to greet. As Administrator of Disciplinary Actions being one of my official functions, the ‘final word in punishments’, I tend to be a figure of intimidation more than anything. Well, I also teach English and Literature, so hopefully you’ll be seeing all of the latter and none of the former, mm?"

A grimmer expression crossed his eyes. “My sincerest condolences for your loss and what happened to your community. There are those here you can talk to…but I have the feeling you’ve heard this and more. Worse, you’ve heard it enough that it probably sound perfunctory and more than a little fake. The only thing I can ask you is that when it gets hard is for you to test us. To approach one of the staff and ask for help. The onus, the responsibility, is with us, not you, to demonstrate that we can be trusted. So welcome to our school, young lady. Hopefully we can make something good here for you as we have for other students.”

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posted by Pen Mod

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