Pierce Hawkins is the character I'm going to use. He's currently at Newark Airport in Jersey City

Pierce: *Walks out of the airport, and into a taxi* Ah, it feels great to be back.
Taxi Pony: Where to?
Pierce: Stop anywhere on Canal Street.
Taxi Pony: *Drives the car*
Police Ponies: *Turning on sirens on their car*
Taxi Pony: Aw, what the hell? *Stops*
Police Pony: *Opens taxi door* Mr. Hawkins, come with us.
Pierce: *Gets out of the taxi, and is escorted into a police car by the cops*
Police Pony: *Drives with sirens on, and is going extremely fast*
Pierce: Long time no see officer.
Police Pony: No shit. So, how did you enjoy your time in San Franciscolt?
Pierce: It was good. How did you know I went in there?
Police Pony: *Enters the Holland tunnel* We know everything.
Pierce: Either that, or you hired the FBI to follow me.
Police Pony: Fuck you. We hate the FBI, they always screw things up for us, *Stops at a traffic light* Now do yourself a favor, and don't screw things up for us!
Police Pony 2: *Kicks Pierce out of the car*
Police Pony: *Drives away*
Pierce: *Walks onto a sidewalk* Ugh, my boss won't be too happy about this. If he finds out that the cops knew what I was doing in San Fran, I'm done for, then there's the Hetfords. They really don't wanna see me anywhere around Midtown. Good thing I'm nowhere near there now.

Pierce got into another taxi cab. Playing on the radio was the instrumental version of Business by Eminem: link

Taxi Pony: Where to?
Pierce: Brooklyn.
Taxi Pony: You got it. *Drives to Brooklyn*

The taxi passed a really giant, and loud TV screen on a building.

Pony: Attention citizens of Manehattan, Mayor Jack Kasse has some important news for all of you!
Ponies: *Cheering*
Jack Kasse: Thank you very much. I appreciate you all cheering for me. Now, as the other pony said earlier, I have some important news that concerns all of you. *Clears his throat, and grabs a paper with his speech* You are not allowed to leave the city of Manehattan under any circumstances. If you do, I will rape you. I will rape you, along with any police officer that sees you making any attempts to leave our glorious city. You are still allowed to go into Brooklyn, but every other city is off limits. This is the price you pay for having an alicorn as your mayor. Ever since 9/11, terrorists have been coming here, and we will not let anyone leave untill all the terrorists die.
Pierce: Jack is a fucking nutcase.

The taxi starts going over the Manehattan bridge.

Jack Kasse: To enforce the new law, all airports have been closed down, and all roads leading out of the city have been closed off. All harbors are closed, and we will have an increased ammount of police helicopters patrolling every part of the city.

Pierce: *Looks in the Hudson river, and sees two ferries going across*
Jack Kasse: Subways will remain in operation, but any trains that leave this city will be blown up, and every survivor will be raped, and be in jail for twenty years.

Taxi Pony: *Enters Brooklyn* Want me to keep going?
Pierce: Turn left, then go straight for three blocks. After that, you can stop.

(Can I join)

Of course you can.

Taxi Pony: *Goes left, then keeps going straight*

Pierce: Like I said, go straight on this road for only three blocks.
Taxi Pony: I heard you the first time pal.

(Awesome)

Firearm: (Walks into apartment) I swear, finding work gets harder and harder each day
(This will be my OC)

Taxi Pony: *Stops by Firearm*
Pierce: *Gets out*
Taxi Pony: *Drives away*

I also invited you to my CHiPs roleplay. Check it out: link

Pierce: *Sees Firearm* Hey. How's it going?

Firearm: (Looks in the newspaper to try to find a job in the newspaper)

Pierce: *Taps Firearm on the shoulder* Firearm? It's me, Pierce. Pierce Hawkins?

Pierce: How is that job thing doing for you?

Firearm: Oh, hey Pierce. I can't seem to find any work. I swear, there is a real problem, and really hurting my bank account

Pierce: Yeah, Manehattan will do that to you. I was making plans on leaving, but thanks to our idiotic mayor, we can't leave.

Firearm: Yeah. This is just crap

Pierce: Did you ever consider joining a gang?

Firearm: No, I didn't think of it

Pierce: Would you like to join my gang?

Firearm: Well, if I refuse, I'll just end up on the streets. Why not. Lets go

Pierce: Alright. We'll take my car.

Firearm: Okay

Pierce's car is the 2001 Flam Wrestler Bullitt.

Pierce: My boss is on Washington Avenue.

Firearm: Well then, lets get going

Pierce: *Gets in the driver seat, and starts the car*

Firearm: (Gets in the passenger seat)

Pierce: *Drives*

I may have told you about this already, but there's another RP I want you to join on the MLP club. It's called CHiPs.

(I did, but, I apologize, but I just couldn't find a way to join it. Sorry)
Firearm: (Sits still)

Pierce: *Turns on the radio*
Announcer: Coming soon to theaters, its the greatest movie ever created, Hairy Porter, And The Chamber Of Victoria's Secrets. Hairy Porter has to figure out how Victoria's Secrets becomes so successful. He then finds out that it's all bullshit, and he has to make the company go out of business. Go watch Hairy Porter, And The Chamber Of Victoria's Secrets now!
Pierce: No thank you.

Firearm: (Sarcastic) America's cinema at it's finest

Pierce: But I do wanna see Victoria's Secrets go out of business. *Stops* Really?

A traffic jam is blocking their path.

Pierce: If you think movies are bad, look at that.

Frearm: How are we gonna get passed that

Pierce: Oh, I think we'll find a way. *Floors it to the left, and is on another street. Then, he turns right at the next intersection* This is what happens in a city that has over a million ponies living in it.

Firearm: I guess

Pierce: *Turns left, onto Washington Avenue, and parks his car* This is the place. He lives on the second floor, and you gotta hit the button on the right side to ring his bell. *Gets out, and rings the bell*

Firearm: (Gets out and waits)

Browning: *Opens the door* Pierce, get your ass inside. *Looks at Firearm* Who the fuck is this?
Pierce: It's cool. He's with me.
Browning: Alright, both of you get in here.

BTW: I'm gonna miss Pony Creator V3. It got deleted from deviantart. I really liked putting vests, and fedoras on ponies.

(That sucks. I really liked Pony Creator)
Firearm: (Goes in)

Browning: Upstairs to my apartment. *Walks upstairs*
Pierce: He's often like this. Has a lot of rivals.

Firearm: I see

They enter the apartment, and Browning closes the door.

Browning: Pierce. I'd like to ask you something.
Pierce: Go ahead.
Browning: How the hell did the police find out what you were doing in San Franciscolt?!!? No one was supposed to find out!!! Now, they could gather up enough evidence to lock us up for twenty years!!!!!!
Pierce: IT'S NOT MY FAULT!! I HAD EVERYTHING SET UP PERFECTLY, UNTIL SOME PREGNANT MARE PUSHED ME!!!! It was an accident, but she ended up taking the bag full of marijuana.
Browning: You should have killed her.
Pierce: She was pregnant!!! If I killed her, I would have ended up in jail.
Browning: Yeah, well chances are, we'll end up in jail now, because she told the police about what you did. Our operations are fucked. Unless....
Pierce: Unless what?
Browning: You kill the police pony in charge.
Pierce: How am I gonna do that?
Browning: Simple. Plant a bomb in his car, and blow it up once he gets in. I got a picture of his car, right here.

The car in the picture below belongs to the police pony in charge of the San Fran Marijuana crime.

Firearm: And your sure this will work

Browning: Yeah.
Pierce: Can Firearm be a part of our gang?
Browning: That depends. *To Firearm* Are you good with planting bombs?

Firearm: I guess

Browning: Close enough. Pierce needs all the help he can get.
Pierce: Right. Let's go Firearm. *Leaves the apartment*

Firearm: (Follows him)

Pierce: Sorry about that. I hate when he shouts like that.

Firearm: It's fine. Nothing I'm new to

Pierce: You must have gone through a lot of hell if you're okay with his shouting. *Gets into his car, and starts it*