Alone again.

Black shadows danced along the walls, as a lean form tiptoed past them. Who is them yoy ask? Why the very things that made him, vile creatures made up of nothing but cold hard ice. The whitecoats.
Escaping is easy after you learn the place from top to bottem, wall to wall. Honestly he'd never been to this school before but it wasnt much different from all the rest. Anyway knowing his own way around was easy, cause if he got lost, no he didnt stop to ask for directions! He'd read their minds.

How would you react to a male model with wings?
Right. Probably screaming then fainting. Or like most teenage, vampire obssed girls, you'd ask for an Autograph. Well lets get something straight, hed probably rip your head off or youknow fly away. Typical average teen. He wished.

So here he was bursting through the windows flinching painfully as glass punctured his arm. Yet this didnt stop him, he kept going...and going...and going...then stopped.

trees... he sighed climbinb up into one, leaning back to stare up. you hate 'em but you gotta love 'em he thought sarcasticlly before bolting up and narrowing his eyes. Even with his super strength, speed and mind reading abilitys, he had to keep a look out. There was no telling what'd happen if he didnt sleep with one eye open.

Alright fully relaxed now, the black haired teen gazed up covering himself with his large 15 foot greyish black wings.

Cory's dark endless blue eyes seemed to churn rapidly as waves lapped at the sandy beach that lay before him. Why couldnt everything be this peacefull?

Because he was a Avian. He was marked for death.

ooc: OPEN to anyone and no you dont have to be advanced to rp here just please no one liners.

Two figures walked towards him, one small, and one tall, and masculine.
Their eyes were the only things that were really visible until they came closer.
Hm. A boy and a girl. Their eyes were glowing gray, like stone.
The boy was the tall, masculine one. His brown hair swung in bangs over his cold face. His hair was long, about shoulder-length. He seemed ready to beat anyone who came near.
The girl, however, was small, and looked frail. Though, her eyes were a glowing white, no pupils. A scar ran diagonally down her face, and scars covered her arms and legs.
Her blonde hair ran long down her spine, up to her hips. Streaks of brown lined it.
Mari and Tony walked towards Cory.
Mari held a warm smile when she saw him, unlike Tony, who's face seemed to be stuck in a scowl.
"Hey there," the thirteen year-old called to him. The boy seemed sixteen.

|| XD Hey! Who're you? ||

Cory's eyes flicked to two figures as they approached. "Hey..." he called back giving a wave with his hand.

|| Yeah you dont have to rp advanced...XD I made this some time ago...||

((Psht, a random stranger. x3))

As Mari got close, she sat down.
"Who are you? I'm Mari, and this is Tony."

|| Stalking me huh? ||

Cory leaned off of the branch but hung on. "Im Cory."

((Naah, xD for once I was not stalking you. I was seeing if Escaping was the most posted thread in MR, ((Which it IS)) and I stumbled across this.))

Mari smiled at him. "Are you from the school around here? We saw you escape."

|| XD well lets keep it that way! ||

Cory nodded, "Yeah...I just broke out again today...What'a bout you?" he asked

Jess was walking along, though she would much rather be flying her wings were tired. She had been flying for a full 72 hours and needed a break. Jess sighed as she sat down on a large rock. Letting the peace and quite sink in. The sounds of the birds and the wind rushing past made her feel at home.
She quickly opened her eyes at the sound on voices. Her muscles tightened as she readied for a fight.
Jess was so tired she had hardly gotten any sleep lately. But it didn't matter... nothing mattered.
She looked down at her hands as the memory's came back.

Jess had decided a wile back she deserved to die... so what was the point of fighting?
Jess sighed and tried to calm herself down before she could start crying again.
She didn't like crying it made her feel week. She'd much rather be angry at herself than face the pain.

Her thick brown hair blew into her face, it was just past her shoulders now and her chocolate brown eyes hardened as she closed off the pain burying it in self loathing. She was a very pretty girl tall, tan, and thin but she didn't much care for looks her face had dirt smeared on it and she had a few cuts here and there. Most people that saw her would call her a 'modern day gypsy' by her looks. Most people also thought she was much older, they often asked if she was in her 20s but Jess was only teenager. She was really beautiful but what did it matter. It's not as if she could ever love some one.

No, the scientists didn't put much thought into how her social life would go when they made her.
She stood up and leaned against a tree not wanting to look week if someone did happen to find her.

((I was looking through M.R. Rps and I saw "Revenant" and Im LIKE HMMMMM...SO I Looked and here I am. Hi!)

Rowan's back hurt from holding her wings as closed as possible for so long. But she could snap them out now, she saw some people talking. She decided to walk towards them.

She didn't have wings, she didn't need them because she could still fly.
Faster than any falcon, faster than any hawk, she was as swift as the wind.
Though that was normal for her, she could manipulate the wind. Her name was Arrow, a Wolf Human hybrid, a renegade from the school that had made her the way she was, she was joined by her wolf companion a jet black wolf the size of a pony, Blade, he ran beside her, always beside her.
She didn't realize that others like her were nearby.

Jess got up standing on the rock as she heard footsteps and then she spotted a wolf.
Instinctively she was working out the best way to defend herself against the wolf.
But then she realized, living was such a burden why not just let it go?
Let the black wolf kill her. She didn't even see the person beside the wolf she was to deep in thought.

Perhaps it would be best that way... she would never be able to hurt anyone again.
She readied herself for the pain, hoping it wouldn't be to much she face the black wolf hoping he would be quick about it.

Blade noticed Jess, though from the air she was giving off, he did not think she would fight him in a hurry, so he let her be, but told Arrow, what he had found.
She nodded not stopping her flight through the forest.

She raised an eyebrow when the wolf did not attack.
Then sighed sitting down and curling her arms around her knees.
"Great just my luck, a wolf that isn't hungry."She mumbled as she stared down at the rock.
Perhaps it was her punishment for what she'd done, she would have to live the rest of her life alone.

Arrow appeared before the girl.
"Who peed in your cheerios geershuck?" she asked.

Jess blinked at the girl and then rolled her eyes.
Who did she think she was, wonder woman?
"Can I help you?"She snapped as she studied the girl not in the mood to play games.
This girl better watch it knowing what Jess has done in her past she could easily loose her temper and take anyone out.

Arrow kneeled down in front of her with her hands on the ground.
"I don't need help, I think it would be the other way around comrade," she said.

Jess smirked at these words and got to her feet.
"Do yourself a favor and stay far away from me. You don't want to be on my good side or my bad side."She said in a threatening voice, but hidden behind it was self loathing.
She spit on the ground and then turned to jump off the rock and began walking away.
Flicking the brown hair out of her face as she went. Perhaps she could jet get his by a car... or let an eraser get her... hhmmm... maybe jump of a bridge?
None of them sounded pleasing, this was her death after all. The last bang so it had to be cool.

"A coward ya are huh?" the girl said to Jess's back.

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to the girl.
Anger rising she tried to keep hold on it, but wasn't sure how much longer that would work.
"How the heck does that make me a coward?!"She asked her hands now curling into fists.
No this was not going to turn out well....
But the girl was just asking for it... at least this time it was in anger, right?

The girl got up dusting off her blue denim jeans.
"Are ya thinking of jumping off that cliff?" she asked in an Irish accent.