1: RD in the AM
My name...
Seven in the morning in the sleepy town of Ponyville; a town with a really strange name that somehow fit the really strange kind of people that lived in it. Farmers, fashionistas, racers, philosophers, DJs, musicians; it took all kinds to make up the strange town of Ponyville. Everyone had a story -sometimes three or four- that made them original or special; no one was 'normal' you could say. Some men and women could even fly high up into the sky while some could even perform feats of 'magic'. To some, that would be strange or unnatural; but in Ponyville and all of the land in Equestria, it was as common as having a pinkie toe. But, that didn't make what they could do any less special.
Seven in the morning in the sleepy town of Ponyville. Sun still just starting to rise, kids still groaning about heading to school, and some shop doors opening up. Seven in the morning was as good as any time to start town life, really. And, in Ponyville, you eventually start to get used to everyone else's schedule as much as your own. The town had always been a close-knit sort of place with only about ten thousand people living in the town. Sure, it wasn't the same quiet little mountain town it used to be; larger buildings being built, roads converted from dirt to concrete; but the feeling never left it. It always felt homey and natural.
Seven in the morning in the sleepy town of Ponyville. While the town starts to stir awake, one building remains as lively as it had been yesterday at the same time. A place that never lost steam, that never lost energy: Equestria Studios. Sure, television or the internet were the biggest ways to get entertainment and news worldwide; but Equestria Studios -a radio station- put fuel in the tank of all of Ponyville day after day, night after night. It never closed its doors and never turned off a signal; always running and always bringing the voice of excitement to houses and roads alike however they could. Ponyville -Equestria- counted on Equestria Studios for that daily dose of a city-born human touch.
Seven in the morning in the sleepy town of Ponyville. But, Equestria Studios wouldn't be what it is today without their top radio personality. The girl with her ear to the street, hair in the breeze, and finger on the pulse of society. A gal that runs the streets of Ponyville as much as flies the airways above it. The audience loves her and the spirit she brings wherever she goes. All of Ponyville tuned into Equestria Studios radio station of 99.4 to hear her every morning when she'd come on. Every day at seven in the morning to seven at night.
Seven-oh-one in the morning in the sleepy town of Ponyville. She tossed against her sheets, cheek caked against her drool glazed pillow while her dark room was filled with a painful buzzing sound. A groan, she swung her arm out and swatted at the blinking red clock resting on her nightstand. Her lips pursed into a scowl, eyes still shut and hair draped in a rainbow waterfall over the top of her face. She blew a few strands out from her visage to give the still beeping alarm clock a stabbing glare. "Why don't I just unplug you...?" Her voice was groggy, filled with sleep.
Her hips flopped down against her disheveled bed, causing the springs in her mattress to press and squeak. Slowly, cherry colored eyes flickered into sight under the haze of her loose hair, trying to make out the clock that was bothering her. "For Pete's sake... I work at seven... And it's only--" She paused her slurring, tired words a moment when the numbers blinking on the clock came into view.
7:01 AM. "...Fffffff..." Rainbow Dash threw her head up, tossing blankets, pillows, laying out clothes and all else around her into the air as she sprung awake. Sleep hung in her now wide open eyes, which she ignored as she combed her hair back with one hand and tugged at a pair of sweatpants with her other. Quick as she could, stumbling over this and that all over her disaster stricken room, she fought herself into a pair of blue sweats and a pair of finger-less gloves adorned with her "namesake" -lightning bolts made of rainbows. Pants and hands covered, she crouched down and picked up a wrinkly yellow shirt. A sniff of it told her it was laying there for at least a day, but it was better then nothing. And seeing as there wasn't a bra laying around, she'd have to be going commando today. She slipped the shirt on over her head, letting the fabric rest against her moderate chest. For a moment, she shifted awkwardly and gave a cringed look as she adjusted to the feeling. "Picking up bras after work..." She muttered to herself before scooping up off a nearby rack her hoodie.
Personally, Rainbow Dash liked the style of clothes she wore to work. Her navel was left free to the air, and so was a bit of her back from two slits cut out into the back of the hoodie. Swinging the door to her room open, Rainbow Dash tossed on her hood and started off for the front door of her meager apartment. Before she could get to the door and leave, she spotted her roommate laying out in the kitchen floor. Dash gave a little smile and scurried herself over to kneel down next to them, placing a hand over their rough back. When she touched them, a little green head popped out from the hard shell and looked up at his master. "Hey, Tank. Why didn't'cha wake me earlier? Now I'm gonna be late. Crazy turtle..." She playfully swatted down on her pet tortoise's head, making a slow smile come across his scaly face.
Tank watched as Rainbow Dash jumped back up to her feet and resumed leaving their house, leaving Tank to guard the house as he always did; like a true trooper. The moment Rainbow's feet hit the outside of her house, a flash of wings shot from her back. Blue feathers molted out as two beautiful wings sprouted out from her back and slid out of the two holes cut out in her sweater. Not a word more to say, Rainbow Dash jolted into the air and started flapping as fast as she could down the town streets of Ponyville, drawing a multitude of waves and greetings as she darted down roadway after roadway. Her hood flapped against the wind and her ears started to chill at the speed she darted, not helped by the cold weather of mid-winter that filled her airways. Still, she flew and waved to everyone she passed on her way to work... Smiling joyfully at each flap of her mighty blue wings.
...Is Rainbow Dash.
And this is the twenty-fifth time I've been late for work. But -hey- who's counting?