;; bouncin' off the walls again

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Ricoshet
;; all we need is a little bit of momentum

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Ricoshet shuddered in disgust, loathing the feeling of dry sand against her hooves and legs. Everyone has those little pet peeves, fingernails against a chalkboard, those who interrupt or don’t finish sentences – little things that rub against your nerves and send chills up your spine. For Rico, it was sand. She didn’t know why she hated it, why it made her want to retch, but it did, and it was for those very reasons why she attempted to avoid beaches at all costs. Sure the water was nice, the wind blowing sea spray into her mane and tail was enough to make anyone feel like they’d just walked straight out of a storybook. Yet the sand, gritty and dusty and just plain stupid, repulsed Ricoshet to the extent where she hadn’t set foot – err, hoof – on a beach in ages. As she daintily picked her way across the sand, she pondered going closer to water, where perhaps the footing would be firmer and not quite so dry. Alas, Ricoshet decided that she’d rather be stuck wading through sand than risk getting her lovely locks tangled, her pristine white coat dirty or her slim legs, the envy of many a mare, sullied. Call her vain, she doesn’t give a damn; was it wrong for a mare to be beautiful more beautiful than all the rest? In Rico’s eyes, certainly not. She couldn’t help the fact that she was an absolutely stunning specimen of her breed, of any breed for that matter. Some thought her shallow for being so in love with herself, well you know what? They could burn in hell for all Ricoshet cared. She was divine, she knew it, and everyone else better know it too.

So as Rico moseyed along the beach thinking about herself, it wasn’t surprising that she was paying absolutely no attention whatsoever to where she was walking. Actually, it was more of a march if I may say so. The sand being so vile and all kind of caused her to lift her legs up really high, stick them way out in front of her and then take a step. Pretty comical for anyone paying attention which to Rico was, well, everyone. Maybe they were hiding in the dunes but you know what? They were still following her, that darn fan club. What was Rico going to do about it? Absolutely nothing of course, she giggled to herself. Anyway, as I was saying before, she was paying absolutely no attention to where she was going and, whoops! Stumbled and fell, quite awkwardly, on her left shoulder. Cursing the god-forsaken sand, Rico quickly, and elegantly, picked herself up, had a good shake and stood there, pissed off. She had a quick temper, made even quicker by that fact that she was now slightly dusty, goddamnit. Her royal amber eyes scanned the geography, brightening slightly as she spotted a small rock. By small, I mean maybe the size of a microwave. At least it was better than sand, Rico fumed. She picked her way over to it, and then struggled to fit all four hooves on top of the stupid rock. The longer she stood on the solid, sand-free surface, the more she wanted to stay there. So an hour later, Ricoshet was still balanced precariously on the little stone, maybe three yards from the frothing waves. Two hours later, she was getting bored when all of a sudden she spied the faint outline of another equine in the distance. Oh crap. Rico loved company but, well, she looked ridiculous atop this little rock. She quickly attempted to shift her weight so she appeared more naturally plotted. She tossed her mane, swished her tail and turned around so her non-dusty side was facing the newcomer. One must always look her best better than all the rest, she thought, putting a sultry expression on her face.

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OOC; --

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;; break down these walls that we’ve built around ourselves

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- "Momentum" The Hush Sound

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