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Hitch Trailblazer

@g5_Hitch

The one and only sheriff of Maretime Bay! Not to worry, citizens, you can thank me later. (G5/RP)

Joined June 2014
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((Thank you to those who still follow me / have followed me since I was last active! I plan on being active again in the future when the series drops. I’ll see you then!))


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((lol Don't follow me if you're racist k thx))


*While his hunger for justice is never satiated, a good smoothie works just as well in the meantime.*


*For what it's worth, and despite it being a Saturday, Hitch has been busy working hard, smoldering politely in ponies' directions, and patrolling through town. He is hungry by now though.*


*You don't?*

*you dab before you even get out of bed?*



*Hitch wakes up, stretches, dabs, and then jumps out of bed to grab a coffee.*


*Hitch whistles as he trots through town, a protein shake in hoof and a confident smirk on his face.* Gooood morning, Dahlia. You're looking positively/radiant/ today.


*The pony screams in terror, swiping up their discarded can. Hitch glares after them, waiting until they're out of sight before relaxing his expression and smirking. He pat's himself on the shoulder.* Good work, sheriff.


Hey, you! Yes, you. I see you. Just /what/ do you think you're doing? I'll have you know you're in violation of code six-seven-three! NOW PICK UP THAT LITTER!


*Hitch loudly slurps a protein shake as he patrols the Mane Street, aviators reflecting the morning sun and a smug expression on his face.*


*It's one of /those/ days.*

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*He slinks through town, making for the promenade, and drops to his butt, grumping.*


*Bleary-eyed, Hitch steps out of the sheriff's office, head bowed and ears flattened. He's either on a mission or avoiding ponies.*


*He whines, covering his ears and laying his chin on the desk.* Loud loud loud. Bright. Dark. Loud.


Everything is loud. I hate it.


*A stack of papers across the room topples loudly. Hitch exhales loudly.*


*He sits unmoving, one eye closed and frowning to himself as he listens to the clock ticking second-by-second.*


*The sheriff's office is mostly in darkness, with the blinds closed and the sun not passing by the windows until in the afternoon. Only a thin slither of light stretches across the room and blinds Hitch in his right eye as he refuses to move. It's just light, after all.*


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