Wolves of a Pack, Birds of a Feather... (RP Thread)

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    [Wow. Really? I was just thinking: OK, first he was acting all depressed, now I keep messing up and writing him too happy... how do I fix this? Ooo! I know! Add conflict!
    It was mostly an excuse to keep writing Happy Flick.]


    Flick
    I found Katrina's glare somewhat amusing, annoying, but amusing. It was about as lethal as Conner's jokes, after all. I figured I was safe. I noticed that Galen looked a bit off. I wondered what was eating her, and briefly toyed with the idea of asking her, but then decided that I might as well wait till later. Since obviously she was planning on interrogating me.
    I grinned at Shift's greeting, to both Katrina, and me. I made an over-dramatic bow to 'Sam', when she was introduced. I got the gist of his look. "Fine, but I'm not giving up my tree," I replied lightly, "Its fun to throw pine nuts at Cassie from up there!" I shook my head, pretend sorrowfully, when he spoke. "Ah. I see. Well, I don't. But I do. But maybe... you don't." I tried to look like a lightbulb had just gone off above my head, and gone, 'ding!'.
    At Katrina's question, I replied, "Yes. Its a cruel trick, meant so you have to face the stupid people who give 'em to you every time you need a new one. I can show you where the office is."

    [shadow=orange,left]Switch[/shadow]


    When the two people came up, I instantly recognized Flick. When Shift referred to him as 'Flynn', it only reinforced my guess.
    I smiled, "Nice to meet you, Flynn. And Katrina." I reached up and ruffled Shift's dark brown hair, making it stick up funny. "Take his threat seriously - Skyler has deemed himself my knight in shining armor." I grinned at Shift, then turned back to Flick and Katrina.
    "I don't - well, didn't - have a gym uniform either, but Gala was so kind as to offer me her spare. I think they have extras at the office though, like Flynn said."


    Crystal


    "I think it's annoying teenagers," I said. "Like you. Anyway, you may not be about to walk away from me, but I'm sure as heck about to walk away from you."
    Then I turned, and went in the bathroom, going into a stall and shutting the door, allowing my skin to return to normal. I leaned against the cold white wall with a sigh. Maybe I could just skip gym and stay here. What if that girl decided to wait until I came out though? She'd definitely think something was up if I just stayed in here.
    I hate school.

    [move]Kirby[/move]
    "Alright. Thanks," I said, my . "Well, I say we should go now, so we don't get in too much trouble when we get back here," I said, picking my backpack up, shifting it to one side of my back. "Well, I guess I'll see you after I get my gym uniform..." I said, waving a bit. I walked off, hoping Flynn was following. THen again, he should've been in front of me, since he was showing me where the office was, so I slowed down.
    (Stupid Micro-post! Muse, why do you have to be so low for me? :'()

    Conner
    I ground my teeth at her reply, sighing when she walked into the bathroom and shut the door. With a sigh, I flopped down, sitting by the door. Technically I had gym, but I didn't care. I wasn't about to let her leave without answering.
    Polite? No. But after that stupid French class, and her avoiding my questions, I was in a bad mood. So perhaps a better question would be:
    Satisfying? Hell, yeah.


    [I cannot believe my eyes!
    Is the world finally growing wise?
    Cause it seems to me
    Some kind of harmony
    Is on the rise~


    Sorry, I'm listening to Dr Horrible's Singalong Blog. GAH, DUEL DIALOG.
    >:(+ :-*+= :-\/ :-[]

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    [glow=grey,2,300]Zenith[/glow]


    I raised my index finger halfway through her little rant. "Uh... we're in America." I pointed (ha, literals!) out. "But anyways, the reason I thought you were Amish is really because the way you dress. Most people don't go around wearing long frilly dresses. I'm totally sorry for saying this, but do you have any idea where and when you are?" I asked quietly.
    The girl was seriously out of place here; with the long dress and old fashioned way of speaking. I really didn't know what else to do other than ask her that.

    [Woops, missed that somehow. *is blind...or something XD*]


    K i t t y


    Hadn't I already made this clear to him? I introduced myself quite plainly. Perhaps America does not have a monarchy?
    "I don't entirely know where I am or when," I answered. "Although I was told that it was March of 2013, and I was in [insert name here]." I paused, then said. "I'm sure I AM quite out of place, being as I have never visited America before, let alone, the future. I do have to say that it's quite exciting though."
    I had no reason to be really cautious or anything - I was from the past and that was that. If I were to go out alone in my own time, it could be dangerous, since I was royalty, but here, no one would probably know me.


    Crystal


    Stay here or go to gym? Stay here or go to gym? That was the question of the day, my nonexistent friends. (That I don't wish to have. Friends are...bothersome.)
    Time was ticking... And that girl was probably waiting for me.
    Ugh.
    Well, I that kind of made the choice for me, didn't it? Concentrating, I drew in a shaky breath as I changed my pigments to my usual disguise. Ugh, again. Then I flushed and washed my hands for the sake of seeming realistic, then shoved out the door and went into the hall.
    I had been right.
    There she was. Lovely.

    [Yes I've had the odd complaint
    But on the whole I've been a saint
    To those poor unfortunate souls~!]


    Conner
    After a while, I heard the water run briefly, then she walked out. I sighed. She clearly wasn't going to talk. Giving up, I went to gym. I was about to hurry into the locker room, when I saw a knot of people talking outside the doors. Walking over, I pushed through the doors, and frowned slightly at them. "What's going on?" I asked, somewhat confused, "Who are they," I gestured to the two new girls, "And why are you all out here instead of in there?" Actually Flick seemed to be heading somewhere with one girl. When he heard me, he started to back away slowly, but I grabbed his hand, not bothering to avoid scratching him. "Not so fast, mister. Answer's, first." I glared at him, and he stuck his tongue out at me. "You might wanna be careful," I muttered, "Sticking that tongue out. One day someones gonna split it in two."

    [move]Kirby[/move]
    I blinked, turning to see Flick and this girl. She looked angry, and said something about slicing a tongue in half. "I take it this is Cassie?" I asked, looking at the girl. She had short curly black hair, and looked rather intimidating. I didn't know whether or not she was even trustworthy, but if Flick had said she was okay... then I guess I could trust her. For now, at least. In case you haven't notice, I have trust issues with (most) people. It's strange how I've had two friends (okay, one wasn't REALLY a friend... but, who cares. Oh, that's right: me.) with that silly and mischievous personality. What, was I a mischief-magnet?

    {Its fine. I noticed you hadn't seen it, but my post was a few up anyways. And... another uber short post by me. Again.}


    [glow=grey,2,300]Zenith[/glow]


    "Huh? What do you mean, 'The Future?'" I asked. "As far as I can tell, this is the present." I had gone from concerned to confused in a span of a few seconds.
    That was a new record.

    Shift
    I smiled at Switchy's reply and ruffled her hair in return, careful to avoid her hat and eventually resorting to just hip-bumping her again. It was better than nothing, I guess.
    I added a smile at the end, glad that she had made my position clear.
    I glanced at Galen, but she was... Mumbling to herself, i think. Which was weird. But then again, Flick was just in visual range, so I guess it made sense.
    I smirked and inclined my head towards Galen at Switch, wondering if she had more instinctual gut instincts than I did.
    I mean, I was telepathic, but I still had issues making sense of my sister's emotions.


    [you weakling post! Why must you be so danged small??]

    [align=center]Flick
    I grinned a little. "Yep. The one and only. Hey, Cassie, can you show Katrina here to the office to get a uniform?" She shook her head, and I rolled my eyes.
    "I've got a spare you can borrow," she offered, "I got two to spare myself an unneeded visit there, lest my other uniform get ripped. C'mon." I shrugged.
    "Shes safe," I told Katrina, "She only tries to kill me, and to be fair, I'm annoying right back to her. Isn't that right, Eyore?" I patted Conner's head like one would a little pet, and she snapped at me. Then she gestured to the doors.
    "C'mon Katrina."


    As they left, I looked at Galen, frowning slightly. "Why the mumbling?" I asked, a bit curious and concerned.
    Why concerned?
    Well, shes my friend! Can't I be concerned! And... other reasons.
    PRIVATE REASONS.


    [Crush reasons. Its okay, Questy. Just go over to the sign up thread!]/center]

    [I shall, but may not reply... I'm being ushered to bed... -.-]


    Galen
    My head shot up at Flick's sudden query. Gosh, crap it, I just can't win... Gosh, stinking crud... [size=6pt]I mean, like Eraser class stinkin' crud... Stupid idiots...[/size]
    I cleared my throat awkwardly, fixing him with a puzzled innocent-eyed stare. "Er... Mumbling? Uh... I, er, dunno. Just... Um, y'know... Thinking about what's-her-face," I supplied, my expression probably not all that innocent looking.
    Probably more like a mug shot or an 'Oops-I-got-caught-thinking-about-someone-I-don't-really-know-if-I-want-to-think-about-and-am-frankly-too-scared-to' look.
    For reasons that shall stick with me and not with you or anyone else
    Because I don't really trust my own thoughts around a mind-reading cat, if ya know what I mean...


    [Obvious reasons... ;) Crush reasons as well that she keeps trying to talk herself out of.]

    [move]Kirby[/move]
    I just continued to eyes Cassie a bit suspiciously. "Well then, thank-you, Cassie, I guess..." I said. I followed her silently, sensing that she probably didn't really feel like talking. Then again, I was perfectly happy not talking as well, although I was a bit curious as to everbody's real names. I guessed that Skyler's started with a "Sh" sound, as Flynn had called him "Sh-Skyler." The others? Well, I don't know. All I needed to know till school was over was the names they used here. And the fact that I needed to remember to stop by my English class after school. Maybe I could just "forget"? Nah, that would be bad, 'cause I'd probably get in trouble. I sighed. School was boring, and I couldn't wait till it was over.

    [Cute. Well, I'm playing sims at the moment and will be going to bed soon, so this is probably my last post for the night...]


    Flick
    I raised an eyebrow at her expression, then smirked slightly. "Whats-her-face? You just saw her face. Just a reminder, its Katrina," I said in a loud whisper, then grinned slightly. Then I took a good look at her face. She looked like she'd gotten caught thinking about someone involuntarily, and she wasn't sure whether she still wanted to. However, I was in a generous mood, and decided not to tease her. I wondered what had upset her.


    Conner
    I sighed slightly at Katrina. It was clear she didn't trust me, at least in my opinion. She followed me into the locker room, and I took out the pink shorts and shirt. I had asked originally for the grey shirt and shorts, and it took two tries to get the right color. I couldn't see the pink, of course. But I didn't like wearing it. I handed it over. "Here. And calm down, for petes sake. Like Fli-Flynn said, I only try to hurt him. And unless you plan on making bad jokes that are rude, you're safe." I got my stuff, then slammed the locker shut and went to change in one of the curtained areas. Most girls didn't mind changing out in the open with the others, but I always felt kind of self conscious and stuff. Besides, I didn't want them finding out about my whole mutantcy thing.

    [move]Kirby[/move]
    I chuckled nervously at Cassie, walking into a curtained area as well. I wasn't really one for pink, more a burgundy color, but pink was better than going to the office. Or at least, it sounded better, from the way Flynn and Cassie talked about it. "Nah, I usually don't make jokes like that," I mumbled, slipping out of my jacket, and then my shirt. "And would you mind telling me everybody's real names?" I added, in a voice that only other Avian hybrids could hear. "Mine's Kirby." I put on the gym shirt, pulling my ponytail out of the shirt after I put it on.

    Conner
    I sighed slightly, taking off my sweatshirt and t-shirt, and pulling on the new shirt. In an equally quiet voice, I replied, "Mine's Conner, The guy you just met- his name is Flick. Skyler and Gayle are Shift and Galen. Alex is Alex, he doesn't change, but his little sisters name is Ash, and the twelve year old boy at our camp is Charge. There's Raven, Cassidy, and... Rayk. I think thats it."
    I remember when I met Rayk, I didn't like him. He insists on dressing in all black, and all the black gives me a headache. When I first met him, I dubbed him, 'the grim lump'. Over time, I got to know him better, and the nickname became something more of a running gag that Flick wouldn't stop bringing up. Recently, though, I've been having these weird feelings. I don't know what they are.
    I plan on ignoring them.


    I changed the shorts, then clipped part of my hair out of my face, and tucked my hat more firmly in place. Then I walked out of the changing area.

    [move]Kirby[/move]
    "Alright, then," I replied, in a just-as-quiet voice and slipped out of my shoes so I could take the skort off. When I had, I slipped into the shorts and put my shoes back on, walking back to the main area. "Thanks for the outfit, Cassie," I said, looking down at the clothes. I still thought it was a bit annoying in pink. I liked red/burgundy a LOT better, but still. There was no changing the color, as its not like I can change the color of my clothes. Although, that would be kind of cool... I chuckled at myself inwardly and left the girls locker room, walking back over to the rest of the group.

    [shadow=orange,left]Switch[/shadow]


    I eyed Galen suspiciously, curious as to her strange reactions. But...hey, girls are girls. If you expect me to know what it's all about... I'm no psychiatrist or anything, all that kind of goes over my head. I've been called naive before, so there. Lack of experience or wisdom. Or so says the dictionary; so how would I know what was on Gala's mind? I'm not a mind-reader like Shift.
    I shrugged at Shift, then turned back to Gale. "Where do you keep your spares? We ought to get changed so we aren't late."


    Crystal


    The girl got up and left. Good for her, realizing I wasn't going to say anything. As fast as I could, I made my way out of school. I was skipping gym. Once on the back side of school - no one really spent much time there - I hopped up and flew to the rooftop, then half-collapsed there, letting my disguise fade away. The rooftop was where I stayed because no one could see me up here, unless, you know, they could fly.
    I was so tired. When I first started this, I figured I could do it, you know? Every night, I felt more and more tired though, and I was beginning to wonder if I really could do it. It was like, the more I over-exerted myself, the less time I could keep up the disguise the next day. But I couldn't just come to school one day and be like, 'Hey! I'm an albino now, don't mind me. Just lost all my pigment over night. Strange, yeah?' I closed my eyes.
    "Hey Crys," I hear, and barely manage to hold in a groan. "What are- YEESH! You look terrib- er- um, great. Really great. Lookin' good, Crys."
    I sighed. "You really know how to compliment a girl, BEN."


    K i t t y


    "Well, it may be the present for you," I said, picking up another strange shoe and studying it. I put it back down at turn to him. "But it's the future for me. My present time is 1811."


    [Gahhhh, I feel like all my posts are insanely crappy, because I've got a terrible chest cold (plus, I have asthma, which only makes the coughing worse) and I'm so out of it, I can't think properly. So, sorry everyone. For my crappy posts.]

    [glow=red,2,300]Zenith[/glow]


    Either my brain doesn't work properly, or Kitty just said she had traveled through time. Well, she said it in that roundabout way that I usually just translated in my head.
    "So how did you ever get to this time?" I asked.
    My gaze settled on a basic white shoe, and I considered asking for her shoes size before deeming it a dumb idea. It's not like they had shoes sizes back in 1811. Right?
    I tried to smile, but it was weak. I hated getting serious, but there wasn't much of a choice right now.

    K i t t y


    That was an excellent question. "Well...to be honest, I haven't the slightest idea. I was running away from home..." I paused, then broke one of mother's number one rules. "You see, I'm different from most people, and I don't mean the fact that I'm royalty. I can teleport. So, I was teleporting away from home, and I was rushing it, because my mother had come in the room, and then here I was. 2013, America."
    Maybe I shouldn't have told him about my abilities, but he felt trustworthy, and mother had only told me not to because people would dislike it if their princess was different. Revolts would start, or something like that.
    But here, I wasn't really a princess anymore, I supposed. So it didn't really matter.