Jake:  "I don't really need to stop by. Honestly, I just wanted you to feel sorry for me." The trees began to shrink into the ground, the mist clearing itself into a vast, empty white landscape. A single door stands in the middle of it. Upon opening the door, Silver gets transported back into reality, having been laying on a small blanket on the grass. Next to it, a small, open pouch shines with a few polished diamonds,over a million bits in bank notes, and a fake teacher's note explaining why she was out so long.
Jake:  ((Holy crap on a cracker, that was a long one.))
Me:  "You know, running around screaming PITY ME isn't a very good way to make friends." Silver said, half-hoping he could still hear her. She sat down on the blanket, noticing all the money around her. She had seen this sort of thing before- it happened a lot when you grew up with money. Sometimes Dad would just get his salary in hundreds and roll around on it for a few hours. She snatched one of the bills from off the ground and held it up to the sun. Counterfeit. Figures. She easily scratched one of the diamonds with her teeth- she stuffed them into her saddlebag anyways, Diamond would appreciate it. Silver climbed to her manicured hooves and headed home. It was late- about as late as it was before she got kidnapped or whatever- and she was certainly in no mood to go partying. She considered stopping by the police station, but she was pretty sure supernatural friendship abduction wasn't quite on the books yet. Cinching her bags around her torso, she sighed and slowly made her way home.
Jake:  ((Rude assumption that they're fake.))
Me:  ((Rude kidnapping a kid until she pities you.))
Jake:  ((Touche. What happens now? ))
Me:  ((Well, Silver's going to go home and try to sleep.))
Jake:  ((Good luck. She never did check her closet.))
Me:  ((And watching her while she sleeps? Fun.))
Jake:  ((I'm tired and I forgot to take my medication. I don't make good decisions.((
Jake:  ((Plus, my original plan was to tie her up and tickle her until she fainted, then act like it was a bullshit dream.))
Me:  ((So the kidnapping was actually the better plan. Good to know.))
Jake:  ((Ritalin helps a TON when RPing.))
Me:  ((Good to know.))
Jake:  ((Again, I don't make the best choices, but I have good intentions. It's all just me trying to get off on my super retarded tickle fetish, going so far as to kidnap young fillies to do it.))
Me:  ((That's... good to know.))
Jake:  ((Not really. I'm an autistic mental patient with a knack for making people laugh, but my jokes are so corny that tickling is the only way I can actually get them going.))
Me:  ((I kinda liked the first one better.))