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       #Post#: 1614--------------------------------------------------
       On the Go
       By: Hex Date: March 3, 2014, 1:22 pm
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       Hex rolls over one more time before deciding to get out of the
       bed. He stretches while yawning silently, arching his back and
       sticking out his left hind hoof. Satisfied, he looks out the
       window. About sunrise, looks like. Looks like he's FINALLY
       managed to start training himself to get up.
       He steps around the bed and approaches the Desk. It seems that
       there are a few pieces of work atop the desk. Surely ol' broski
       won't mind if he takes a look at them for a bit...
       The first one that catches his eye seems to be a self-portrait,
       next to one with him in a suit of armor. The third on the
       desk... seems to be... a... filly? With wheels? And a propellor
       attacked to the tiara on her head? What? Hex shakes his head.
       Art. He would never understand it.
       He sees another pile to the side. He considers looking at it,
       but... aw, what the hay, a peek wouldn't hurt anything. He leafs
       through the pile, not taking particularly close note of anything
       save what looks like it might be two ponies kissing. He sighs.
       Neither seems to be identifiable yet. Whatever. He straigtens
       the pile and gives the desk an encouraging pat. Don't be
       discouraged. Cappy'll notice you soon enough.
       He exits the room and hears the sound of the main door closing;
       evidently at somepony leaving rather than entering, otherwise he
       should see them at this point, with the door full in view.
       Unless they're a ninja or something. He surveys the ceiling just
       to be safe. Nope, nothing there.
       He takes a quick stock of the available food; nothing terribly
       fancy, but certainly enough to live on. He pours himself a bowl
       of some sort of cereal and begins munching away at it.
       #Post#: 1671--------------------------------------------------
       Re: On the Go
       By: Hex Date: March 7, 2014, 10:15 am
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       Once he's done with the cereal, he gives the bowl a quick rinse
       out in the sink. Not sure where to put it, he just leaves it on
       the drainboard.
       He walks to the door and picks up the pack that he'd apparently
       unceremoniously dumped next to it last night when he came in. He
       removes a scrap of paper and a pen from his pocket and scribbles
       a quick thank-you note which he places on the counter before he
       opens the door to head out.
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