by Mayiamaru » Sun May 27, 2012 1:56 pm
Althaea Evolka Pyrontus
Althaea could feel the pressure beating down on her. Usually, she would be asleep by now, but she needed to find a way back home. She took a few more of her pills in hopes that it would work, and soon enough, she was sure that the chemicals in her body were under control. She was brave enough to go closer to the open window, her wings still curled around her to keep the heat out. She was able to follow her blurred vision out the door and into the streets, but from there, it was just bad news. The sun was terrible, and her head felt even hotter in the sun. Her wings helped a bit, but not much, the now ruffled brown and white feathers revealing just how frazzled she was. And to make matters worse, just minutes after she started walking, she walked straight into the path of the trolley as it made its rounds. The sound it made alerted her in time to get out of the way, but gosh… It was close. She was laying on her back by the tracks, looking around for something that was no longer there. She hated the blurriness of her sight, and this really didn't make it any better. She coughed a few times into her wrist before sitting up, grumbling to herself and squinting her eyes in attempt to clear her vision, even if it was just by a little bit.
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[lol X3 You should see his real backstory and abilities. I tweaked it for this, like the way that he got his scars and everything.]
Skye
With his eyes towards the sky as he walked, Skye casually walked towards the tracks where the trolley was supposed to come by, and to his luck, it came by quickly. He jumped on without any trouble, his right hand holding his guitar to his guitar while his left hand held onto a metal bar along the side of the cart. It didn't take long for him to reach town, but when he jumped off, he was under of where it was that he landed, scanning the area critically. If he had to guess, he would be in the City Center. Something about this area made him feel a little more at home, but with all of the mutants around, he could feel his headache grow. With a hand to his head, he sighed lightly to himself and commenced to walking, looking for the most empty places that he could to do his relaxing. He was able to find a nice, quiet area. It looked much like a park, but it was just outside of a bookstore. No matter. He settled himself underneath a tree and set his guitar on the grass beside him, not too far from the sidewalk. He was sure to be seen, but hopefully, no one would choose to bother him. He reached into his jacket under his cloak for his little black book and started to write, the headache having cleared and giving him an inspiration for writing. He wrote the notes down first before anything else, taking some time to think to himself before he opened the black guitar case and taking out a firm birch bark acoustic guitar and strumming a few notes.
