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Post by Dakota on Oct 9, 2009 15:00:40 GMT -5
Dakota was... Alone. Like she is almost every night. The skies were empty, and she was close to dozing off. This reminded her of the many times when she came her night after night, watching the rain fall and clean the battle scene, the one that she failed. She sighed, standing and balancing tentatively on the edge, the wind blowing softly and the faint flicker of fireflies shown as they blew over from the park. She sighed, turning elegantly and letting the breeze blow over her, expanding her wings and allowing the draft to push her off the roof, and she gently took to the skies. Times like this reminded her of her childhood, when she was carefree. Times like that were meant to be forgotten.
She followed the draft around the roof's open sky, taking a deep breath and just letting it pull her as it will. All times of peace were meant to be cherished, but Dakota still hadn't pulled down her defenses. They were still high, listening to every swish of the wind, the rustle of the leaves, and the footfalls of the few people that unfortunately were tripping along in the streets. She turned on the draft, keeping hidden from those seeing eyes. Though in Tennessee she had down shows to raise money, New York wasn't the place for her to show off her wings. There were too many Eraser lurking around the corners for her to relax.
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, she heard another pair of beating wings, and she tucked in her soft white wings and spun a one-eighty, whipping them out and landing with a slide of gravel under her shoes back on the roof, looking in the direction where the noise was coming from. She tucked away her wings once more, narrowing her eyes against the darkness and searching around for-- She squinted. It looked like a bat, that's what it looked like. But, either that was a really big bat or she'd gone insane. Looking at the figure, she frowned. Bats didn't wear shoes. She waited for the bat-thing, which probably would've heard her if anything batty came with the wings, to notice her and land. This was worth digging into.
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Post by otakugirl92 on Oct 9, 2009 15:27:49 GMT -5
Emma loved these nights. The crisp night air, the fireflies flickering against the almost-black ground, and the peaceful quietness, interrupted only by the cricket's chirping. There were barely any bats out here in the city, most likely because the lack of caves to sleep in and insects to eat. Still, Emma kept listening for the sound of they're sonars, the barely audible squeaks where no where to be heard though.
There was an odd sound Emma heard, something separate from the sound of the wind whooshing through her green hair, and different from the nocturnal songs of the crickets. Emma squinted against the wind, peering into the dark. It wasn't very hard to spot the girl on the roof ahead, though something seemed odd about her. Wonder who she is, Emma thought, slowing down to land. She's staring right at me...
The roof's gravel skittered around her worn-out green sneakers, Emma tucked in her wings with a little difficulty, they weren't as compact as bird's wings but they were still unnoticeable. "Hi there." she said, addressing the blond girl in front of her.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 9, 2009 16:30:57 GMT -5
Dakota watched with narrowed eyes as the girl landed. It wasn't because she was particulary threatened by the girl, it was more of a wary precaution to show that she meant no funny business. Before the girl tucked them in, she saw the definite bat wings and tilted her head to the side curiously. As the girl spoke, she gave a small smirk towards her. She didn't smile much around people she doesn't know. "Hi," She replied back, her lips pursing. Dakota wasn't used to being confused because of something she didn't know. She didn't really like it. "Are you new here?" Well, it was a start. Probably most she's ever said in a first meet scenario.
ooc: TERRIBLE POST. I APOLOGIZE. Also, you know you're supposed to have a seperate account for each character, right Derek? I've been meaning to talk to Night about her thing, but it's in the rules.
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Post by catgurl1000 on Oct 10, 2009 13:01:58 GMT -5
"Uh, yeah. Just passing through." Emma said, shifting from foot to foot nervously. She looked closer at the girl, then smiled, noticing the slight shape of wings on her back. "So, you one of them too, eh?" she said, grinning.
(ooc-sorry my posts have been so short D:)
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Post by Dakota on Oct 11, 2009 19:00:38 GMT -5
Dakota nodded as the girl said she was padding through. There was a lot of those lately, and she understood Fox's fury that there weren't a whole lot of bird-kids around. What the heck was she supposed to do when there was nobody she could safely have a conversation? Play with the rocks? Even though it could get rather interesting, saying that you start cracking them against the concrete to see how many piecing you could get them too. The only bad part was when you crunched the pebbles and scraped your knuckle on the sidewalk. After this brief second interlude of thought, Dakota gave a slight start as the girl asked if she was a bird-kid. She was about to question how she knew that when she peeked over her shoulder, seeing that she really hadn't tucked them in all the way.
Hm... This girl is observative, Dakota wondered to herself, looking the girl over once more. She gave a small nod in showing that she heard and agreed with her questionaire. Dakota sighed, and pulled her hair into a ponytail, which she had just acquired recently, and though her head was turned slightly down, she was still looking at the girl. "Your not exactly a bird-kid, so what are you?" Dakota queried, still working the pony tail through her hair. She just wanted a verbal confirmation from the girl, just to make sure that the girl didn't have bat-wings and they were just lightly feathered and black. It was definately possible. She stopped messing with her ponytail and turned to look at the girl as she waited for a response.
OOC: hey, it's okay. Remember, we added a roleplaying school so if you ever want help with something specific we're there to help.
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Post by catgurl1000 on Oct 12, 2009 10:59:36 GMT -5
Guess she saw my wings... Emma thought. "No, I'm sort of a... bat-kid, I guess you could say." she said, the unfolded her wings to show them. They were big, and black as pitch. There was some fuzz on them, and on one of the wings there was a small hole from where she was shot while flying, the wound didn't heal up exactly, but it didn't effect her flying.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 14, 2009 20:12:12 GMT -5
Dakota looked at the girl with a barely concealed curiousity. "A bat-kid, eh? Well, the things these crack scientist accomplish these days," She muttered to her self, looking curiously at the imposing black wings. She took notice to the whole, and was greatful that her's healed rather nicely when shot at. That would've been the downside to bat-wings, but otherwise, it was a sneakier way to flying in the night than her glistening white wings. Sometimes Dakota would wonder if it was possible to change her wing color to something a little bit darker to help her in the night escapes. Then again, that's probably why the White Coats made them white. "I'm Dakota," She said louder, so that the other girl could hear her, "And you are...?"
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Post by catgurl1000 on Oct 14, 2009 20:37:39 GMT -5
"Emma. Emma Jayson." Emma said, extending her hand for a handshake. She suddenly felt kinda awkward, so she dropped her hand back to her side. Emma noticed the girl, Dakota, staring at her odd wings, noticing the bullet hold, so she folded them back so they were less noticeable.
((ooc- sorry again the post was short, but i was rushed D:)
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Post by Dakota on Oct 15, 2009 21:02:39 GMT -5
Emma. It was a rather pretty name, Dakota decided. The girl extended a hand towards her, but she didn't shake it. She was never one for extreme formalities, she wasn't even one for much conversation, but things happened. Like curiousity. It happened much too often. She wasn't exactly staring, but she had a feeling the girl was getting a bit uncomfortable with her inspecting what they were. As Emma drew her hand back, she also shifted her wings in a bit so that she couldn't see the bullet hole any more. Dakota ran her hand through her hair in one of those 'what next' fashions and then put her hands in her pocket. It was a pretty boyish poise, but she was used to being in groups with guys. The manners grew on her. "So..." She started, hoping Emma had something to start with.
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Post by catgurl1000 on Oct 19, 2009 12:39:56 GMT -5
Emma kicked at the gravel, adding more scuff marks to her worn out sneakers. "You want to get some food?" she asked. There wasn't much to do, and she was pretty hungry. She didn't have enough bat DNA to make her want to eat bugs, which was okay with her. 'Cause that was grody.
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Post by Dakota on Oct 22, 2009 19:43:09 GMT -5
Dakota smirked as the girl mentioned food. She briefly wondered how long had it been since she had a decent meal. About a month, she decided, since she had spent some of her money on getting a new pair of sneakers after the bottom sole came out. They didn't serve a purpose then. She nodded, but then noticed how eagar it was an blinked confusedly. "Do you have money, or you dumpster dive real well?" Dakota joked, smirking once more as she leant back agaisnt a ventilation system.
ooc: OMG. TERRIBLE POST. I AM SO SORRY. DX
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