Birds of a Feather... [RP! Private unless signed up~ Link inside!]

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    (Perhaps I could have Iris just escaping the school somehow, and she stumbles upon someones charrie and they bring her to the leader of the flock?)

    OOC: Maybe he'll just climb some trees and snoop around. Most likely doing whatever you just said. Well, here I go: Wait. How is sneaked a word? It doesn't sound grammatically correct!


    IC:

    Riley


    I quietly sneaked through the trees, careful not to make a noise. What exactly went on here? I had been trying to follow a blog for a few weeks now, mostly because it was interesting me a lot. These people were actually posting about the Schools activities, which was a feat within itself. I had half expected the School to have already traced the source and brought back the mutants that were writing it, but maybe the School hadn't found out about it yet.
    Hey, a guy can dream.

    OOC: Considering...considering.......tell ya what Signi, I'll send Ever out, and you can post a reply to meet up with her. Looks like you do get a POV, Ever XD
    Ever: Celebration and joy abounds!


    I have to go to bed, but I'll post tomorrow, I promise. Can you wait till then? :3

    Iris's green eyes flickered all around, pupils dilating. She wasn't sure how, but she was now outside of The School. Her claws were out as she crouched on a low branch, long, feline claws coming from her fingers and feet. Well, actually, her hands and feet were more resembling of tiger paws than human limbs. Her ears flickered and her tail tip twitched before she leaped into the next tree, hair flying around.


    She ran for a while and when she stopped to look for a drink, she noticed it was some kind of building, swarming with humans around her age. She figured it was a human High school. She tried to read the sign but only got "Pine" out of the whole thing. She saw a small pond and crawled over, bending to lap from it before sitting up and wiping her mouth. She stood up correctly, feline paws morphing into human hands and feet, and walked over to the swingset on the playground.

    Nova
    I was curled up in the tree, fast asleep. I felt the branches start shaking and lost my balance, landing perfectly on all fours beneath the tree with an annoyed hiss, my eyes darting from side to side. Then I saw people. Five. Freaking. Feet. Away. They didn't notice me, though. Relieved, I dropped down into a crouch and tried to sneak by them.

    Madeline shook her head. It was comfortable where she was. Opening her eyes, she looked at Chase, then jolted up and blushed. 'Im sorry. Im sorry.' She signed fast to him. Madeline felt her cheeks grow hot. She would never had done something like that. Her heart raced a bit inside.
    Madeline felt her wings twitch impatiently. Whenever she was in some type of trouble, her wings would spread and she would fly away. But she cant. Madeline felt trapped. Just like when Marcus trapped her. Sighing, she looked at the sky again. 'Chase. If i was a mutant, would you still be friends with me?' Out of the air, Madeline signaled to him. She stopped. *What are you doing?!* She thought to herself. She probably scared him away! Then she would have no friends or anything! Chase was the nicest guy she knows.

    I bit my lip slightly and shook my head at her sudden flustered attitude. 'It's fine.' I signed. I really didn't mind. I was pretty tolerant of people...Unless they were bullies, of course. And somehow...I felt a connection to this girl, like we had something big in common.
    I was sure I had figured out what it was at the next thing she asked me. 'I don't judge people based on what they look like, Zarie.' I told her, shaking my head again. 'I...' I started a sentence, then stopped. What if she was an Eraser just trying to get in close so she could take me back to the School? But no...I didn't get that cold, bloodthirty vibe from her at all. I'd never met an Eraser as kind and sweet as her.
    'Zarie. I have something important to show you...But it can't be here...And you can't tell anyone.' I told her before offering a hand to her. 'We can go out t the forest...That is, if you trust me?' I said. The last part was a question, really...If I was right, then maybe she saw me as a potential threat.

    OOC: Okayyy, Signi, I haz arrived! Let's get the part-ay started! Woo!


    <Ever>


    I hummed a small tune as I swung my legs. I was sitting on the coffee table in the shack, where Jasper had told me, Wren, and Jay to wait.
    It really wasn't nice of the twins to be doing the fool to Jasper.
    "I shall prepare the tea in cups for Jasper's return," I said to the twins, although I did not believe they were listening.
    I went to the cupboard; but there was no tea. So I grabbed my excessively large sweatshirt and put it on to put out of sight my wings. Still making a hum, I left the shack, and went past the school, past the set of swinging, because there was a station of gas and provisions down the street a shortened ways from the tall school. (OOC: AKA, High school. She calls it tall school. It's the same thing to her XD IC:) As I passed the set of swinging, I stopped because there was a girl unknown to me there. I had never met her, but I wanted to do the meeting because I enjoyed knowing as many people as I could.
    So I walked over to the girl, smiled and stuck out my hand like Jasper had done the training for me. She said that the shaking of hands was polite. "I am known as Eva," I said to introduce myself. Eva. EE-VUH. It was strange to be called something that wasn't actually what I was known as. I liked EH-VUR better. Ever.

    Iris looked at Eva. She stared at her hand in confusio. She had never been around anyone besides Whitecoats and other mutants, so she didn't know any better. "I'm Iris," she spoke, her voice raspy with a strange accent not even Iris knew from.

    [Sorry it took me so long to reply - I went to bed before checking, silly me. :) And, as an aside, I had just written this really nice, lengthy reply that was full of humor and hilariousness... And the computer erased it, gosh darn it! I hate it when that happens. It made me want to, like, hit the computer or something. *sighs*]


    Riven
    Huh. So this chick - possibly Jasper herself - was telling me that she was taking me to a meeting I hadn't officially arranged. Okay, then. I locked eyes with her, instinctively watching her closely since I hadn't had any proof - other than the word 'Flock' that is - that she was who she said she was. Without taking my eyes off her, I slid my laptop into my pack and slung it over my shoulder. I nodded slowly, crossing my arms, and blinked once. If she really was Jasper, then this had been much easier than I thought it would be, and I would possibly be able to actually... For lack of a better word, fit in somewhere. Despite my hardest attempts, I couldn't help a little thrill of hope flare up in my heart. Crap. Hope was a dangerous thing for me. Something I'd do best to avoid. I'd lived the better part of my life hoping for nothing, and preparing for the worst. To hope was to fear, and to fear was to die, as my old commander used to say. But then again, there was the worst of it, too... This could all be a trap designed to lure me back to the School.
    I'd be prepared if that happened, but I still couldn't help wishing for a better outcome. I nodded fractionally, my eyes intense with the weight of the thoughts whriling around in my head. I was honestly scared and agitated. I'd never had anyone to watch my back but myself. Not my mother, not my friends, and not anyone else. It had been every man for himself, and I was sick and tired of it. Maybe with a Flock, that would be different? Maybe I'd actually have the 'fabled' friends that was only a wisp of a dream for me. Who knows?
    I nodded again, careful not to let the discouraged hope flare across my face, and kept my blue-black hair almsot in my eyes in case the stoic look I'd prepared for so long failed me.
    I gave a slight hand gesture like, 'After you,' and finished up with a four-word response in my low voice, "You lead, I'll follow." She seemed honest enough, and from the carefully blocked thread of emotion I was getting from her, she seemed to believe what she was saying...
    I winced inwardly at a spike of emotion nearby. Probably the guy and girl near the wall. I didn't take time to catagorize the information, but it didn't matter. Whatever it was that they were feeling, it all felt the same: Like white fire.
    But I had my own problems.
    She was either leading me to death, or to heaven. I had no idea which one.


    Shift
    I logged off of my computer in the library, careful to stay in a corner away from the others. I was humming a tune - probably some random song I'd been mentally jamming to on my ipod earlier in the morning. I stopped and stood, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and stretching. I smiled - the usual for me - and started out towards the school hall.
    I'd just finished reading the Flock's blog. Things were looking up - I'd found a blog for a Flock, similar to that guy Fang's blog - a guy who reminded me strangely of someone else I once knew.
    I shook that fragment of a thought off and continued down the hall, careful not to trip over a stray piece of fuzz. When you're nearly 6 feet, 6 inches, you have to be careful with light fixtures and people. You never know when one might smack you in the noggin. I saw two jock-looking guys walking down the hallway, being the goofballs that they are. "Yo, Herric," the shorter of the two said. I recognized him as Cole Sanders, one of the school's linebackers for the football team. "What's up, Sanders," I said with a friendly head-jerk, following his example by using the last name. His friend - a tall guy who stood around six, three - named Danny, smiled and nodded back. "See ya at the game, Sky," Danny replied, being one of the guards on our basketball team. "Later, dude," I finished wiht the exchange, walking happily down the hall.
    My mind, however, was still in the clouds... Metaphorically. I'd sent a request earlier in the day about possibly meeting after school. I was excited to have a chance to meet another Flock - maybe someone to help me with my own problems. I sighed a bit, my smile fading as I knew what my sister would say to that. Like you have so many? I shook it off and kept on keeping on. A friend of mine - Raven - was supposed to be in my next class. I doubted she would know much about who the bloggers were, but I though she might keep up on it. She was one of those people who see without being seen.
    Sort of like me, except not so obvious.

    OOC: Heeeh, I wrote a lot. =_=;
    I hate it when computers do that :P


    IC: Jasper


    Good. I turned and strode away, not bothering to check if she was following. Past the school, through the trees a bit, and there it was. Home. The shack. The door was a dark green, covered in chipped paint, with two gold numbers glued to it, and a blank space in the middle where another number must have been, the faint circle of a '0' the only thing remaining of it's existence. 107 was what the number probably would have been, but now it was simply 1 7.
    I opened the door. "Here it is."
    I stepped inside and held the door for the girl, then closed it behind her. Inside, the area was pretty well lit, large bare bulbs hanging from the ceiling in rows. The cottage-cheese bumpy ceiling was high above our heads, and in the corner was an old metal oil barrel without the top. Inside were some dusty umbrellas. Two couches opposite of each other, with a coffee table in the middle covered in rings from drinks of long ago. A few bookshelves lined the walls with old books and various nick-knacks the Flock had collected. In the corner at the far end of the room was a table, chair, and stolen laptop, used for blogging and research purposes.
    Wren was stretched out on one of the couches, a book sitting open on his face, asleep. His legs hung over the end. Ever was no where to be seen, and Jay was sitting on the other couch, messing with a Chinese finger trap.
    "Oi, Wren, Jay" I say, stepping further into the room. "This is the one. Explain the situation to her."
    Wren sleepily stirs and lifts the book half-way off of his face, eyeing the girl.
    Jay's finger trap pops off his finger, as they both look at the girl with half-lidded, bored expressions.
    "Who is she?" Wren murmurs.
    I sigh. "She's the new member you said to meet today. Did you forget what you yourself told me?" The twins exchange looks.
    Jay shakes his head. "Nope."
    Wren sits up, rubbing his eyes. "Ehh, who..who is she?" Irritation fills me.
    "What, are you still half asleep?! The girl you told me to meet!" He stares blankly at me. "Oh forget it, just hurry up and explain!"
    The twins smirk. "[shadow=red,left]I get it now.[/shadow]" They stand up in unison, each raising a hand and sweeping it over the room, grinning. "Nice to meet you new member! This is the Flock!"
    Jay carries on. "What we do is study the School to find out what they're doing, and stop them from causing trouble. Of course, we also evade officials and police. We don't want to get caught."
    "This is our base!" Wren says, gesturing. "We call it the shack, but it's home to us. The one sitting over there-" he points to me. "With the death glare is our leader." I glare at him fittingly.
    "So scary!" chides Jay, laughing. The twins are having too much fun with this. Suddenly, I've put it together.
    "Wait- was she..? Was there someone joining...?" I stutter.
    The twins laugh. "What-! What's the meaning of this?!" I say, standing up angrily. "You told me to go meet the new member today-"
    "[shadow=red,left]We lied.[/shadow]" they shrug in unison.
    "A LIE?!"
    "[shadow=red,left]We tried telling you right before you left, but you were listening to music and wouldn't hear.[/shadow]"
    I run my hands through my hair in frustration. "Ah, it looks like this was a mistake," I turn towards the girl. "Sorry about that. It was our mess-up, so you can go back-" I cut off. Wait. But the twins just explained everything to her.
    "You idiots!" I spin to face them. "You knew it was a mistake, so why did you explain everything to her?! Now that she knows what we do, we can't just let her go!"
    The twins twitter evilly, "[shadow=red,left]We told because you insisted upon it, Jasper![/shadow]" They mimic my words from earlier. "[shadow=red,left]Oh forget it, just hurry up and explain![/shadow]" They carry on. "[shadow=red,left]What should we do now? How interesting~[/shadow]"
    I whack them on the head, and turn back quickly to face the girl, flushed, which surely makes me look angry. This isn't good.

    {Yes, her claws are in and her stripes are covered by clothes, and her ears are flattened against her head. Her tail is the only thing visible.}

    Madeline read his last signal. Her wings felt even more trapped. Was he an eraser? Should I attack him? No. She wasnt sensing something bad from him. Besides, the School needs functional erasers, not ones that were mute. Along with that, he had something to show me. What if it he just did a random attack there where no one could get her? Madeline thought a bit. Something inside told her to shut up and just agree. Besides, if he tried to attack her, she could just punch him and fly off.
    'I trust you. Show me what ever it is. Curiosity is killing me.' She signed to him an dgrabbed his hand. Standing, she held on to his warm hand, swinging it gently. Her wings were flat to her back. She didnt want anyone to see it. It woud be horrible.
    (Get it? Curiosity kille dthe cat? She is part leopard..)

    Riven
    I'm not known as a funny, smiley girl, but I couldn't help the barest hint of a grin, letting the slightest trace of white teeth show - I wasn't sure if my fangs were visible. Even if they were, this wasn't a problem since they were the Flock.
    But seriously - what are the odds that they managed to find me with the other who-knows-how-many kids else there were out there? Not functional, but sure as heck good for a laugh. And the twins - which I couldn't tell apart for the life of me - were plenty funny. If I stayed - and that was almost a definite if they'd let me - I'd have to learn to lighten up.
    Not to mention the girl - who I was sure was Jasper by now - was practically glaring daggers at me, and flushing like she was angry. I knew she wasn't, though. I could tell the emotions distintictivly apart now this far away from the school, and she didn't seem all that mad at me. Maybe at the twins, but I didn't think so. I had a gut feeling the twins - Wren and Jay? Jay and Wren? - were messing around with her, though I figured they weren't sure who I really was anyway - Avian or not.
    Well... Might as well answer the obvious, unspoken thoughts now. I leaned against the doorframe, dropping my bag at my feet and tilted my head slightly, thinking how best to impart this. The smile was still on my face. Crap. But, then again, maybe it was part of the 'less-threatening' vibe I was trying to put out? Aw, to heck with it.
    "So... Jasper, Jay, and Wren," I mused, looking to each of them in turn. Well, to Jasper, then the twins at least. I had no way of knowing which was which except for some slight hair difference. And how was I supposed to know just by that?
    "The Flock. And I'm the member who's not supposed to be here?" I asked slowly, already knowing the answer. I wasn't sure how to tell them who I was in the comments exactly. I mean, I've dropped hints and stuff on the site that I wanted to join, I just hadn't said as much in that many words. Chances were they'd at least seen me at school - maybe, since they, if they were like me at all, listened and watched everything. "I mean... Not to beat around the bush or anything, but I've read the blog, and I've commented. I didn't know you went here though..." At that I trailed off. I honestly wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I mean, what do I say?
    'Hi, I'm Siri Corvo, but you may know me as 'That Goth Chick' or 'The Raven' or 'Whisper'! How're you guys? Good?' I don't think so.
    So, needless to say, I just watched them, waiting for a response. With any luck, someone would speak up. I wasn't comfortable as the center of attention, or talking alot.
    Heck, I've talked more in the last minute than I have in the last four days to students and teachers!
    So... Now what? How does one start a conversation?


    [Ah, Riven... My lovely confused, deprived, heartrending charry. How does she not know she just started one? XD]

    (X3 Clever. And Chase has Black Leopard DNA ^^)


    I offered a small smile, squeezing her hand for a moment in a sort of 'thank you' before looking up toward the forest in front of us. 'We'll have to be careful. We can't get caught.' I signed before pulling her forward. I brought her along the perimeter of the building, to the place closest to the forest. I took a quick look around to make sure there was no one watching us, no one looking out of the windows, then crept forward toward the forest. We got into the forest rather quickly, actually...Once I was sure there was no one following us, I pulled her deeper inside.

    Madeline ran faster, her slippers sliding off her feet. She felt her body stir as memories of running, leaping, dodging flow through her mind. Quickly, she ran next to him, eyes seeing the forest flash by. Her hand held on confidentally to Chase. The air felt cleaner and fresher. Madeline felt her wings expand, pushing against her sweater. The breeze tempted her to take off, leave the whole world and live a life without care.
    Slowing down, she began to trot next to him. "Chase....how much farther?" She asked, panting a bit. Her body felt a bit aching, and her wings didnt want to open. She felt normal again. Her bare feet felt the soil and the grass, wriggling her toes so she felt the cooling feeling everywhere.

    Nova
    I sigh and stand up, brushing myself off. I see that those people are gone, and I easily catch the sounds of them talking. Cautiously, I sneak over to where they are and duck down nearby, not daring to breathe.

    I smiled a little bit, feeling the wind whipping my hair back as I trotted along through the forest. The girl was going a bit faster than me, but after a bit, she slowed down...Then she asked me how much farther we were going and I figured now was the time to stop. After a few more strides, I stopped. After a short moment, I let go of her hand too. We were far enough now...I couldn't see the school, although I knew where it was.
    'Just...Remember, this is a secret...A big secret.' I signed. Really, I didn't know why I had just decided to show this girl a secret that could determine whether I lived or died...I just...Trusted her.
    I unzipped my hoodie and pulled it off. It would just be in the way and make things awkward. I had two slits hidden in the back of my shirt. They almost cut the thing in pieces with how big they were, but somehow they were pretty easy to hide. Maybe because they were so thin? I didn't really know...I didn't really care either, as long as they were there and they couldn't be seen.
    I sighed before shifting my wings through the slits in the shirt, spreading them out to their full length on either side of me. Nearly 17 feet...That's what the Whitecoats had said when they'd measured. I was proud of my wings. I folded them loosely back in after spreading them for a moment, but I wasn't hiding them anytime soon.

    Madeline stood there. Her eyes were shocked. Wings twitching, she stared in amazment. Her hands shook as she feebly signed 'You have wings?' She asked, shocked. They were amazing. Madeline was giddy at this thought. She wasnt the only mutant. She wasnt alone after all.
    Madeline walked up to Chase, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him. "Im not alone.." She whispered as she let go. Her wings arched as she took off her sweater, her regular shirt with two large slits in the back was long as she unfurled her large white and black wings. 15 feet. At least what she thought they were. It felt so good to stretched them out after a while. Her wings folded in, yet she kept them out.