There are a few help wanted signs around the town. One outside the Mane-stop video game store, Little Neighers Pizza, the Shake Shoppe, The Courts are looking for a new security guard for the court rooms, and the Colony Club needs a new pony for operating the movie equipment.
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The earth pony smile gratefully as he sling the doors over his shoulder. "Sure," he said, "you always deliver the best products so, take as much time as you need. Just give me a time frame when I can pick them back up." He reached into his vest that he was wearing and pulled out a small pile of bits. Quickly counting them, he placed it on the table and filled out the request sheet.
"Thank you," he said. Before walking off, he quickly remembered something else. "Oh, and I also have another order. This is for a friend. Can you make a belt Buckley that has a flip open compartment that can hold small things about 4 inches wide our so?" He inquired of the blacksmith.
The white earth pony walked into the shop and took a stretch. It had been a week since he had last entered the establishment and poor in his custom order and now he was getting it was ready to be picked up. "Hello there!" He said with a smile. "I was here last week and placed an order for a custom set of horse shoes with better grip and fitting nails. Are they ready for a pick up?"
The earth pony just sighed. "Follow me," he said as he started walking down the street. He pointed out every landmark on the way and, in about 15 minutes, they were arriving on Second Street. "Now we are here, just want to quickly make sure you're okay with something, hire so you handle sounds early in the morning?"
"Well then, that is about enough to move onto second street. All you need to do is go down the road here until you reach first street. Take a turn to your right and the next street up is second street. Can't miss it." The earth pony moved his hooves on accordance to what he was saying as if he were drawing a map in the air as to which direction they needed to go. "Oh and when you get onto second street, take a right, not a left. Left just takes you to more businesses."
The earth pony began scratching his head. "Well," he said, "there is the housing developments between Eastern Ave and Chestnut Street. There are a few trailer like parks to the east. Smaller hosting developments between Hubbard and Dolphin, river side houses on first street, normal community on second street, and more run down houses on fourth street. You can also pick a house on the outskirts of the neighborhood as well. It all comes down to what your preference is."
"Actually, I was going to ask if you needed any help." The earth pony said. "Trust me when I say that I can tell you're not from around these parts. So, what brings you out this way?"
As the earth pony was walking away from his house, he took a moment to glance up the road. Sure there were things going on, and seeing ponies traveling through town on hoof wasn't rare, he had never seen the unicorn around that was wandering into town. Nothing suspicious about that, ponies came from everywhere to see the authentic smithing shop, but something was off about this unicorn, so he flagged him down.
The sun broke over the horizon as the young buck during out of bed with a fresh step. He faced across the room and looked at his re-reflection in the mirror. His Brown mane stood as a testament of bed head. His white coast was still donning his clothes from the night before and his green eyes were on fire ready to face the day. After putting a few of his personal things in order, he changed into a fresh pair of clothes.
As he opened up the doors to his small house, he stepped out onto the bustling city streets as ponies travel to work, go to the store, or are doing thirty files off at school. With him, it didn't matter. Compared to Manehatten or Baltimare, this town was quiet, it was slow, and it was unassuming. Just the way he was, and he liked it.
As he opened up the doors to his small house, he stepped out onto the bustling city streets as ponies travel to work, go to the store, or are doing thirty files off at school. With him, it didn't matter. Compared to Manehatten or Baltimare, this town was quiet, it was slow, and it was unassuming. Just the way he was, and he liked it.
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