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// Day 1 
// Story: C.S. Pie 
// by DecadantHandshake 
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	So glad to get back too writing. Last time, we left off with Blinkie settling into her apartment. Let’s see how her first day turns out.
There’s a reason I never left the rock farm, sis. I don’t like lots of people. I especially don’t like the stupid decorations everyone puts up. Dumb flowers in a vase, an ugly picture of fruit, or the stupid and unnecessary craft work on the legs of a table. I mean, it’s a table, it doesn’t need to be fancy to work! Whatever… Anyway, I woke up and was irritated with my environment within the first half hour. I got out of the hotel as fast as I could and head straight down to the area of the crime scene. I didn’t actually care about looking suspicious, so I just walked straight into the area. The scene was unsettling.
Turns out he had his face pressed against a wall. He probably had his rear sticking into the air when he died, but he was lying on his side now. What did he die of anyway? Blood loss? Trauma? I walked up to get a closer look at him. His coat and mane were different shades of brown, as was his tail. I took much closer looks, and saw that his ass was full of dried blood. Internal bleeding maybe? I was wondering what his name was right then, when I got the sense to look at his cutie mark. It was an hourglass. So his talent was time? Maybe… he has a good sense of time? I looked down both sides of the alley, looking for signs that maybe he got dragged here. From the way things looked, it seemed as if he were here willingly. Didn’t know it was time to get the hell out it would seem.
I heard some chatting down at one end of the alleyway, and panicked for a moment. I needed a cover. The idea I came up with was, I was a person who randomly stumbled on this body, and now I was panicking. With this in mind, I plastered a fake expression of fear on my face and rushed down to where I heard the chatting. It was a couple of girls who looked like they were from the eighties. They had these dumb glasses and ugly clothes. I should have expected their bitchy attitudes the moment I saw them.
“H-hey! There’s a body in here!” I shouted. “Someone’s been murdered!” They looked at me with annoyance. One of them was blue, the other was pink.
“Do you mind moving back? You’re in my personal space.” I clenched my teeth. Oh god, not one of these…
“lol omg, that is so like twenty minutes ago. Everyone knows Time Turner was like, totally killed in there and junk.” I wanted to just walk away, but I felt it was wise to play the role of someone who just figured this out.
“O-oh? Well… Why aren't there any police there?”
“You think I, like, know that stuff? Wow, get a life!” they both started laughing and walking away.  Why couldn't it be them? I know, I’m awful for thinking of that, I really don’t care…
I spent about an hour looking around the area, looking for anything out of place. I did find a bloody rock at one end of the alleyway, and I saw that a number of them were missing along the path from the side of the alley opposite to where the two ponies I met were on. They had passed by that way, as the street loops around this alley, which acts as a shortcut, bypassing a bunch of shops. I had tried to look normal, but I think their noses were too far up their asses for them to even notice me.
I left the area, looped around, and came back to see if anyone had entered. No one was there. Actually, those two ponies were the only ones I saw all day. A majority of the shops remained closed all day. I guess they felt uncomfortable with a murder recently having taken place. I stayed there till late in the night, when I could hardly keep my lids up. Then two stallions started walking down the way towards me. It was the chariot pullers. I was startled, and didn't realize it was them at first. One of them spoke, he had a funny accent.
"Sorry I wasn't here to watch, yeah? I'll be here tomorrow though, bright and early. Aaren here's gonna stay the night watch, I'll take you back to the hotel, eh?" I've learned a long time ago to respect strange accents, some ponies can be sensitive about them. I nodded dully, and the puller, whose name I had not gotten, escorted my tired self back to the hotel. That was it for my first day.