Take To The Sky [PRIVATE RP]

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    Riven
    I stared at the two with a blank expression, teeth digging into the skin inside my mouth as I bit the inside of my cheek. "I live... in the forest. On the edge behind a strip of restaurants," I said hesitantly. There was a little I wasn't saying. Like how on Friday nights I would have to move somewhere else temporarily to avoid partying teens. Or how it was the size of a cramped room. Stuff like that. "And... I get the odd jobs from a teacher at school. But not many. Enough to live on." Barely. I tried a job as a waitress once. I was 'let go' because I thought it was a bad thing for a girl to be unable to defend herself from drunk customers. Pity.
    This whole talking thing was still very new to me. I wasn't sure exactly what had happened. I also wondered where on this green earth these guys were taking me. It's not like I didn't trust them... It's just that I... Didn't... Trust them. Much. A little. But not all that much.
    Which was why I was beginning to wonder what the heck I was thinking when I continued talking with them.


    .:Sam:.
    I smiled widely at her, thrilled to pieces that she had asked. I was already nodding enthusiastically, smiling. "Yes, of course. You're completely welcome to come with us " I said with a smile, shifting on my feet. Robin was similarly happy looking, but not quite as happy as I felt, anyway. That was okay. Robbie was kind of having a tough time with things right now. I was willing to let it slide. Robin looked surprisingly welcoming too. "We'd be happy to have you ," she said in an amiable way, which surprised me. I'd lost track of how many times he'd switched but it would be okay if he stayed... Stable. I worried that he may scare her away if he wasn't careful. I wouldn't worry about it much, but still. "Do you have a campsite? Stuff to bring? Would you prefer staying somewhere else...?" I asked, trying to be accommodating. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable and I wanted her ... To sort of feel... Happy. She didn't look very happy... I wish I could sort of help to change that.


    Shift
    I laughed aloud when I was tackled by Switch, two arms closing around my middle to send us tumbling head over tail over heels across the green forest. I let loose a happy yowl and grinned down as we started to come to a halt, my muzzle close to her face. "Hi, Itchy!" I said cheerfully, eyes glittering with the excitement of the chase, and the fun if running around with my best friend. Then I started to turn human, brown hair replacing the fur on my head, tail shortening into my tailbone, and my arms replacing my clawed paws as what was keeping me from landing facedown on Switch. "You're right," I said agreeably, smiling from ear to ear as my voice sounded more normal and less gravelly. "I should know by now, shouldn't I?"


    Hurr hurr, no problem. :3 I leave my house at 4 and won't be back until around 9:30-ish. :3 Take yer time!

    [Alright, miniature rant followed by awful post, coming your way.
    I don't know why, but my muse to do anything has dropped through the floor.
    And I can't jump through the hole down to where it is because the drop is too long and I'd die.
    And there's no door to lead down there, nor stairs.
    And I don't have rope.
    And this was the floor of some abandoned creepy house in the middle of the woods and I'm alone so there's no possible way for me to rescue it.
    So.
    Yeah.
    And sleep thinks I'm ugly because it won't take me at night and it also punched me in the eyes because that's what it looks like, thanks to the circles under my eyes.
    The only thing I want to do is make new characters, and I kind of even don't want to do that because it's fun to make them but too tiring to do all the forms involved with it and I have too many already and I have no muse for actual RPing and I just went and cleaned out all the dead leaves/threads in my gutters/bookmarks and that's that and this is a run on setence that is going against all my grammar nazi needs and I totally spelt sentence wrong before and didn't capitalize Nazi before and I don't even care.
    BLUH.
    Drawing is fun but it's a long tiring process too and I kind of just want to sleep 24/7 except I can't do that because I have this really annoying voice inside of me that goes, 'You can't sleep! Think about it, there are THINGS you could be doing while you waste your time sleeping! You can sleep at night (liar) so don't waste your day away!' and it's jstjrophkysizal,hfx.gjtkxsluruyhfmg.n
    I kind of want to chuck fine china at a wall. Like, the most expensive kind I can get my hands on. And write crap in sharpie, all over it's pretty surface, then shatter them all.
    That would actually be a load of fun.


    Ok, that wasn't a miniature rant, but whatever. Actually, I shouldn't be ranting to people, I don't like doing that.
    So maybe I'll delete all this.
    That's probably a good idea. I'll just get rid of everything before this paragraph, all the way back to my opening paragraph. But just so you know why my posts are awful, and I'm not active in actual RPs and a bunch a crap like that, I'll summarize: I'm too exhausted and museless and can't even make forms because it's exhausting and I'm exhausted and writing and drawing is all exhausting and I want to sleep because I'm exhausted but I can never sleep and all the sleep deprivation makes me more exhausted and no one on this planet seems to understand that and my mom, who particularly does not seem to understand insomnia, is driving me up the wall.
    The final paragraph was more or less me talking about how I want to chuck the finest china there is at a wall and shatter it all because it would be fun.


    Actually, maybe I won't delete the above stuff because some of it was kind of humourously worded and I think it would be terrible if my analogies of muse dying and creepy houses and personalization of sleep went unappreciated.
    Ok. Whatever. I dun care I think I'll just crank out a post or whatever.]


    --Jay


    "Welp," I said. "That sounds very exciting." Geez, the life of bird kids never seemed very easy, did it? It was kind of unfair, and I felt bad that she had it suck more than we did. I guess it was her problem for not being nearly as charming as we were.
    But still... maybe we could-
    "You could always stay with us," Wren suggested, stealing my idea. "We live in the hotel up the street there. It's a lot more comfortable and safe."


    Copper


    "All my stuff is in my backpack here," I said softly, gesturing with one hand to the strap I held with the other. The contents of that bag were the most important things I had - not only did it contain what I needed to survive physically, but also what kept me sane - a picture of my family, one card from each (I'd taken these when I was running away, because I'm sensible enough to think ahead for when homesickness might hit. Yeah. I'm weird like that.), all my important notebooks, sketch pads, a pencil, a pen, and three of my favourite books: Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson, The Girl With Borrowed Wings by Rinsai Rosetti, and My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult.
    I have lots of favourite books though, so it was a hard choice. But I really loved those three.
    Anyway, it was a good thing my bag was pretty big. Oh, and there was that, like, three inch tall hedgehog plush that mom got for me once. It was small and fuzzy, and fit nicely into the hand.
    Just a good thing to have to hold on to.
    "My 'campsite'," I continued, "Is more or less a slab of rock by a creek, shaded by some trees. I don't think it would be big enough for more than one person.."


    [Introducing Miss Grumpy Pants to give me more to write here.]


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


    "Obviously," I poked him in the forehead with a grin. "I'm offended that you didn't realize this sooner." Suddenly, I caught sound in the wind, and my ear twitched and turned, trying to figure out what direction it was coming from. The vague sound soon turned into voices, drifting in and out of my hearing range, but getting louder, and clearer.
    "But... f you jus.... maybe.... you wouldn't.... mean!"
    "There's no w.... smile.... no reas.... moron."
    "Crys... too pessimistic... just-... look! ...ase rabbit~!"
    "Hey! Get ba... here, moron!! BEN... just a rabbit, god, you don't need to go after it! (something something) incompetent, brainless, dimwit."
    Now I could hear footsteps, crashing through the underbrush.
    Uh oh.

    [0.0 Make no mistake - that was a very impressive comparison. *nods* I don't think I would've been able to do that. My muse went and died, too, so don't feel bad. The charry pandemic seems to be spreading. >.> It's el stupido. I don't understand how it could've vanished like it did... But maybe RPing could help...? (<-- really sad suggestion) *stinks at reassurance*]


    Riven
    I blinked a few times, looking up at Twinny One, who had suggested the idea, and then Twinny Two, who had ahold of my arm. This was... a very interesting-slash-alarming development. For reasons I won't go into, I didn't trust very well, and it was a little... scary. Yeah. You read that right. Scary.
    Not to mention the fact that I alternately didn't want to be around people, and wanted to be among people. I was sort of conflicted... and broken... and messed-up. But hey, life's life, and there's not much you can do about it, y'know? "H-How safe is 'safe?'" I asked dubiously, used to needing a full scouting trip before staying anywhere. Not to mention, these were birdkids, so they probably knew why I didn't trust anyone. I sort of caught that they were more trusting than I was... They were obviously more successful, and obviously more trusting. Part of me wondered if having a twin brother helped with that at all.
    I guessed it probably did.
    And then it hit me: I didn't have anything to pay them with, save the eight or nine dollars I had to my name. I groaned inwardly to myself and closed my eyes briefly. In a more or less destroyed tone, I mumbled quietly, "I... don't have anything to pay you with, either, unless you accept a ten-dollar budget..."
    I was getting a slow feeling of frustration, like I had some form of hope, safety... A bed, maybe. And suddenly, I was wondering what they expected in return and how much I would regret it.
    It was enough to make me want to go off and hide somewhere.


    .:Sam:.
    I paused a moment, glancing over at Robin, who had resorted to shifting from foot to foot, eyes cast upwards at the sky. "Well, you're welcome to join us. We have a couple tents and stuff... It's probably more comfortable than average," I said carefully, trying to see what this girl was feeling. She was a little hard to read, but I'd get the hang of her eventually. "Um... Well, if I haven't already said, that's Robin," I said, gesturing vaguely to the tall blonde next to me, then to myself: "And I'm Sam. We have some food, too, if you're interested..."
    I still honestly felt bad for ruining her bird-feeding. I wanted to go kick myself or something. Maybe if I asked nicely, Robin would shock some sense into me.


    Shift
    I paused in the middle of rubbing my head against Switch's shoulder when I heard the mumbling, turning to swivel my ears in the direction of the two voices. It sounded... odd. Like... Maybe one or two people coming towards us. I flicked my tail from side to side, watching the forest carefully. I could hear a rabbit's rapid foot-falls as it raced away from whoever was chasing it. Just when I thought maybe I should change back, I heard heavy footfalls in the undergrowth. Ohhhh, crap.
    I heard the sounds once more and took a few steps forward, to position myself halfway in front of Switch.
    If it was one of the baddies, I didn't want her to get hurt...


    Ruin
    I guess since escaping I'd discovered a few things about Crystal.
    One was that she was very intolerant of all 'morons.' This included everyone but herself, I think. Apparently BEN (who I had discovered had no brain) was one of these. I hadn't yet heard anything about myself yet. I was wondering if she was still deciding what I was. A girl who kind of looked like a guy, and dressed like one to boot. I guess it wasn't a common sight.
    Crystal was still crashing through the undergrowth like a pro, while I stayed behind her a few feet. I had no desire to get within slamming distance if she happened to stop right away. I was grateful to her for saving me, but since waking up, the sun had been bothering me like no other. I wanted to tear off strips of my shirt to cover my eyes, but I thought that A, that was a little bit weird and might weird Crystal out into calling me a moron (which I didn't really care one way or the other about), B, that I had only one shirt and if I tore it, who knew when I could find another? and C, that hopefully either the sun would be down soon, or my eyes would get used to it. I'd spent pretty much... from what I could tell, about three weeks in that cold, dark, lightless room, sharing it with three dead experiments. I could still smell the stench of death in that pit. I was lucky to get a little food here and there - usually the normal slop the School fed us, or maybe some really bad crap.
    But whatever it was, it kept me alive, even though I probably should've died from malnourishment a long time ago.
    Oh, well.
    Life's life.
    I was about to speak up and mention to Crystal something, but whatever I had been about to say left my mind when I scented something, heard the soft footfalls of a large animal. "Crystal, wait --" I hissed under my breath. Unfortunately, from what I could tell, it was too late. She was already charging right past the foliage towards the offending noises. We could just hope and pray that it was some nice animal, like a fluffy kitten the size of a fridge, and not a lupine-human hybrid, or a bear who was hungry or something.
    I was starting to wonder if this whole thing was really not just a giant death trap.