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What do you want? I don't really want to talk to anyone right now. And quite honestly, I have a feeling that you're the annoying type. Honestly, I don't want to deal with you right now. But I guess I could spare a minute or two...


Name: My name is Hustle 'n Bustle.
Gender: I am most obviously a colt.
Age: Eh... I'd say around 24; more or less.
Occupation: I collect the garbage in Canterbury...
Breed: I'm an earth pony; no wings on me.
Hometown: Detrot City.
Role Player: Miss Angie! {Ice_Dragon21}

Just as Soon

It's much easier to just take a quick glance over to your right; but I can elaborate on my looks. There isn't a lot to talk about, but I can give you an overview. My pelt is a light dusty grayish brown color. I can't really decide if it is gray or brown, so I just say that it's a little of both - which it is. I usually keep my fur clean, but I never go way out of my way to look perfect. I know it's a lost cause. Besides, I prefer my scruffy-er appearance. It reminds me of my roots; my home-town. Or I should say home-city.

Onto my mane. I've noticed that a lot of ponies have these bright colored manes and tails. I'm not one of those ponies. Overall, my entire color scheme is rather dull; but I don't care. Well, the base color of my mane and tail is a dirty blond coloring. It isn't a bright vibrant blond; no. It's actually more of the opposite. You can clearly tell that it is in the blond family; but at the same time, it isn't. Am I making any sense? I also have some secondary colors in my mane. Call them highlights, if you will. Personally I find that word a little girly. You know... The pony at the salon had corrected me and said they were "lowlights." Geeze; there are some many terms for hair. I'm happy that I like to keep things simple. Anyway, the other color of my mane is a cross between dirty blonde, brunette, and red. It's some light mixture of the three; and looks pretty good with my mane and tail.

I like to keep my mane rather shaggy, but not over the top. I don't like my fetlock to hang in my face; then I can't see. It really drives me crazy. I have it cut so that it rests right in the middle of my forehead without covering my eyes. The mane on my neck is also longer and scruffy. Obviously, the same goes for my tail.

I'm one of those colts with the strong, square jaw bones. I'm not complaining; I just thought I should point that out. I'm not sure why, though... I have a gray diamond on my forehead, but my mane usually covers it up.I also have a little chunk missing out of my left ear. I'm not telling you why.

My cutie mark? I hate that word... And I almost forgot about that thing. Mine is of a cityscape. I really like it, actually. It's not too girly. Originally being from the city it reminds me of my home, and how it shaped me into the pony I am today. I wouldn't want any other cutie mark.

As we Hit the Room

Eh; I don't know how to word my personality. I guess you just have to get to know me to get the full picture.

I know that I come off as gruff and anything but friendly. And actually, that's how I usually act. I've been through tough times, and I am never quick to trust or open up to any pony. I don't like forming close friendships, and it is rare that I find a pony that I can even stand talking to.

I am lazy most of the time, but that's only because I don't have any real commitments here in Canterbury, besides collecting the garbage every few days... Trust me, if I had some real obligations, you would see a totally different colt. I have worked myself to the bone in the past, and I don't waste my breath on complaining. Why complain if I am willing to submit myself to hard work if it has a worthy cause?

Oh, but if there is an easy way out... Count me in! Not gonna lie, in the past I had gained some serious skills from living and learning. Mostly in the art of stealing and just basically staying alive. What can I say? When surviving becomes something you have to work for, you are going to want to find the most effective means of, well, surviving. Heh; I made an art out of staying alive over the years. But I have more or less put those skills behind me. I don't have much use for them here. But that doesn't mean I forgot them.

Over all, I'm a good guy. I don't want to make enemies, I just don't want to make any friends. If I can tolerate you, then consider yourself as close as a friend as you will ever be. If I ever do form a close bond with somepony, which won't happen, I would do nearly anything for said pony. Just like I did for my mom and sister. If somepony manages to earn my trust, then they will have a friend for life.

I must say, the best way to get to know how I act is to personally get to know me.

Welcome to Detrot

My history isn't too impressive, or extensive. I was born in Detrot City. But I wasn't born in the upscale, fancy part of the city. That city didn't even have such areas. My family wan't that well off, to be honest. My mom worked long hours, and my dad had passed away as a result of street violence. He was caught at the wrong place at the wrong time. We didn't have much; but it was a decent life. It was simple; and sometimes simple is good.

It was that simple lifestyle that taught me a lot; more than schooling ever would. I learned what is important, and what isn't. I learned how to make money, save money, and steal money. I learned that a family has to be glued down, or it will drift a part. My mother and I worked together as a team to make our monthly payments. The moment I was old enough, I found a minimum wage job. I had to drop out of pony school to work the hours, but I think it was worth it... In some ways, at least. The extra income really helped us out, and we were even able to eventually move into a larger apartment. My daily life consisted of work for many years.

Along the way, I had picked up an old guitar that I had found in some boxes that were stacked in the apartment. My father said that it had belonged to my grandfather. He loved music. I was curious about the beat up thing. It had scratches and dents; and a few strings were broken, but it still made a lovely sound if I ran my hoof along the in-tact strings. That was how my own love of music began. After I came home from work, I would spend time strumming on the guitar. After months, I was able to play some simple songs; and after a year I could play rhythms that were pretty complex. But I've never told anyone about this. It's too personal.

I always had this far-fetched dream of some how making it big with my music. I would bring in lots of cash, and I would be able to move my family out of slums. It was only a dream, though. The opportunities never came for me to become a star. I was too occupied with my job, and with making sure the rent got paid. I had priorities, so I had to place some of my own dreams near the bottom of the list.

As much as I loved my city home, it began to wear me down. I guess it was more of my situation that was bothering me. I worked so hard, but it seemed like I could never make our lives better. Things just stayed the same. It bummed me out, to be honest. In a way, I felt like I was disappointing my mom; I know that isn't the case, but that didn't stop me from thinking that way. I'm, in a way, ashamed of telling you this next part. I felt like the family needed more of an income, so I began doing jobs under the table... Things that I would surely be punished for if caught. I can't even mention what I've done here. Just know that many laws were broken by me, and that I have never kxlled another pony. That's all you need to know. My mom caught onto my suddenly sad and erratic moods and suggested that I take some time to go on my own adventures. Equestria was huge, and she believed that I should take the chance to get out of the dirty streets and breath in some fresh air. I didn't take up her word at that time. I couldn't leave her and my sister. They would be sitting ducks for any violent ponies. I needed to stay and protect them.

One day, my mom began to cough. She had the chills and her fever was so high. Too high. I had to travel miles to bring a doctor for her, and the doctor was far from professionally trained. He looked at her, and a twisted smile spread across his face. He had a medicine in his house that would cure her right up, but it would come with a price... He wanted 1,500 bits for it! 1,500! I could never make that much alone with my current job. My sister and I exchanged looks. At that time, she was old enough to work, and would soon be leaving to start her own life. The doctor left with a laugh and I couldn't help but cry. There was no way... I worked so hard for the following months; I took on two jobs, and so did my sister. We would take turns watching over my mother, and her situation only got worse. By the time we did earn the 1,500 bits, she was a goner. That was a horrible night.

My sister was my last living family member. And she was ready to leave the city. I suppose I was, too. I was in trouble with gan9s of ponies, and it would only be in my best interest to get out as soon as I could.I hesitantly left Detrot and started on a small journey across the land with my sister at my side. We didn't know where we were going, or what we wanted to do. We just wanted freedom from the grimy streets.

We didn't make too many stops. I stayed in Ponyville for a few months, and then I grew bored of the place. It wasn't right for me. But it was right for Sky Scraper. She had found her new home, but I hadn't. I said my good-byes, and I kept moving. I had come across a burned down village and learned from some locals that the majority of the residents had fled to create a new town after a dragon had destroyed theirs. I found that pretty interesting, and I wanted to see how they were building a new town. Were they making a place that was similar to my old home, or were they making a tiny little village? I was curious; so I found my way to Canterbury.

So far, so good. I've only been here for a couple of weeks, but I could see myself spending some time here. It's quiet, but at the same time there is always something going on. I've meet some ponies, and maybe I could even open up my own store here or something. Or better yet, I could use this town as a stepping stone to my dream!

Sorry we Missed you the First Time

Mother: Street Light
Father: City Slicker
Siblings: Sky Scraper {sister}

Friends

Enemies

Love

_{All are open; Neomail Angie if interested.}

{Likes} There aren't many things that I like. Probably one of my favorite things is music. I have always loved it. Back home I had these dreams of some how making it big through singing. My voice is pretty good, and I can play the pony guitar; but that didn't mean I caught a break. I tried, but I failed. So I just pushed that dream aside for now. If a chance comes up, I'll jump at it, but for now I'm just going to live my life.

I love having a good time; like in partying. The whole party atmosphere appeals to me. It's like it was meant for me. If I could, I would party all night and all day. Until my head becomes so hazy that I don't know up from down. But I can't. So I settle for whenever I get the chance.

Fillies. I like fillies. But I am enough of a gentlepony to be polite and charming when chatting one up. I'm a smart guy. I know what the girlies like and what they don't. Well... At least I think I do.



{Dislikes} One things that I really don't like is arrogance. It drives me crazy. I do not like arrogant ponies, and I mean it. I just don't understand that personality. How can some one act like that? Maybe it's just me and how I was brought up... I was taught to cherish what I have and what I don't have. And to be happy with what I got. That's how I live my life. I don't need anything fancy or special to be happy. Ponies who think they do drive me nuts!

I don't like milk. I think the stuff is nasty. It's opaque and white and just disgusting! How can anypony drink that stuff! And it gives you nasty breath. Yuck.

I don't really care for nature all that much. I'm not saying that I hate it. I'm just saying that I would prefer concert over dirt. Towering buildings and winding streets are my idea of a forest. I think wandering around a real city at night is way more of an adventure than walking around in the woods. Not to mention it's more dangerous.

What else...? I know there is more; but I can't really think of them now. I actually don't hate too many things. And if I do, I try to make it clear that I do not like something.

{Talent} Like I stated before, probably my greatest talent would be my signing and guitar playing. But those are two things that I really don't do too much any more. I would love a chance to sit down and sing my heart away; but I just haven't had that chance yet. I've been too busy with other things.

Usually cutie marks showcase your greatest talent. I don't think that really applies to me. You could interpret it as me being street smart; which I am. But I don't think that's really what it means. It marks the hours and dedication I put into my city in order to keep my family alive.

Layout made by Nienkju.
Edited by Angie.
Pony image belongs to Angie.