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[Yellow.]

[[Yup. I don't think you could really do anything else, xD. ]]

[bubiza]

((Sorry for the lack if posting but I've been confined to my iPod all day. And that hate literate RPs.
Gonna add my post here to this comment in a sec.
EDIT: Added it.))

ѕĸylα

Skyla shook her head at Lee. "Nah, I don't really have much going on, to be honest." she said. "Us creatures don't really have enough time to organise social stuff with friends. Say, if you haven't got much on, then I'll give you a race. Flying, of course." She glanced behind her, to see if the women were still there who seemed to find her some sort of comedy act. They still were, but seemed quite intimidated after her outburst at them. Shooting a glare in their direction, they looked away, pretending they hadn't been looking at her. Skyla immediately broke into a goofy smile, like she did when people, especially humans, acted like she was somewhat important. She had no idea why exactly she did this, but put it down to some sort of psychological issue.

dylαɴ + ѕαм

"Wake up, you sleepy head." Sam snapped, standing angrily in Dylan's room. Most of the creature shacks only had one room, so it was hard to distinguish where everything was. Normally it was all piled on top of each other, in some sort of clutter, unless a creature was fortunate enough to get a human sponsor to pay for accommodation.
"What are you even doing in my house?" Dylan groaned, opening one eye. After stopping at the pub the previous night, he was feeling all sluggish that morning. And besides, had no idea what the shapeshifter living down the road was doing in his house.
"Yesterday you borrowed my goggles, and I want them back. They weren't cheap, you know. The guy on the black market isn't one for bargins." Rubbing his eyes and standing up, Dylan began to wander around, trying to find where he had left them. He was still baffled about why Sam had let herself in, but remembered that she was an ex-military solider, and could be quite stubborn at times. Ever since he had moved into the area when he was eleven, she had always been somewhere nearby, either being reckless or stubborn.

Finally, Dylan managed to find them underneath all the clutter. "Here you go." he grumbled, his faint Irish accent echoing around the room. Sam gave a smug smile, and threw them into her pocket. She looked around, muttering something to herself.
"Got any tea?" she asked, folding her arms.
"I'm not a blooming cafe! Go round the corner to the bakery if you want a drink!" Dylan snapped. "And besides, I hate tea. You know that." Rolling her eyes, Sam walked out of the house, and down the road. She could still hear Dylan grumbling to himself in a half-drunken state. She didn't really want to go to the bakery for creatures. Although she knew the people inside quite well, and the economic struggle they faced, she didn't exactly crave the cheap taste of their drinks. Instead, still smiling smugly to herself, she turned the corner to the human district. After all, she could blend in as a human, so it wouldn't matter that much.

[Hobo!]

Luna || 18 || Single

Charles|17||Single

Luna
Mood: Bored, anticipating the interesting events of the day
With: Nobody but the people walking past
Alive: Last time I checked... Eh.
Where?: Street corner next to the bakery

Charles
Mood: Lonely and quite bored really
With: Nobody
Where: Outside his home in the human district[/size]

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~

"We'd be honoured," said Lee with a smile, looking to her bird, who would of course be joining in. Natalie had become progressively less formal as the conversation rolled on and now she felt rather comofrtable talking to the girl. "So, where's the starting point, and is it a vertical drop from a roof or a straight race to an end point?" she asked, it would affect how she flew. The mechanical wings, finely crafted as they were, were nothing like the real thing. They enabled the same freedom, and often the same speed, but they worked differently. For a vertical drop Lee prefered to take control of the wings from the 'joy-sticks' which were by her sides and part of a metal bond she wore around her waist that joined up to her wings. However, this was completely unsuitable for a straight run, for this she place her arms in the leather straps on the wings and could open or close them sufficently and angle them too. It was difficult, getting the balance right, but Lee had learnt from experience which was the right way to go, she'd gotten quite a few scars trying to work it out, nothing she couldn't handle.
Lorien flew back over to Skyla, perching on her shoulder comfortably and pushing her head into the girl's neck, craving some form of affection. In Lorien's book there was always time for extra petting, and this dragon-girl seemed interesting, Lorien adored interesting people, and got on with creatures just as well as her mistress.

[bubiza]

мιleѕ

After quickly cooking himself some sausages and eating them, Miles left his apartment and went outside. He felt like going out, but had no idea where. It wasn't like he had anybody to go with, which made things much harder for him. One time, he was out at the bar, listening to the music, when the bouncer had tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to leave because he was by himself, which was ridiculous. They didn't seem to be that bothered that he was a high-class citizen, but then again, there was no point in fighting over it. He didn't feel like going into work today, mainly because he wanted to do something more... fulfilling with his life, rather than wasting it inside a massive factory.

Slipping on his coat, he took to the streets on London, and walked around. They were beginning to get filled with people, many of whom were going to work. If anybody knew that he was missing work, they could notify the authorities and claim a reward, whilst the other person would lose their job. That's how the government worked nowadays. All work, no play. And if anybody dared rebel against it, they would face death. If it was an entire city... the district would just be nuked away, to erase the differences. As he turned the corner, he crashed into somebody, and fell to the ground.

ĸιт

As Kit stood up from bumping into the human, he looked down and saw an expression of anger.
"Watch where you're going! And what do you think you're doing, on the human side of the District?" Kit forgot about the fact he was in fox form, and promptly turned back into human form.
"Sorry, sir." he muttered. "I was just running an errand, you see." Of course, he wasn't, but just didn't want to get into trouble. He hadn't even noticed that he had wandered into the human part of London.

Miles sighed, before letting him past. "Well, you better hurry, then." Kit scurried past, keeping his head down. Humans. They think they own the place. he thought angrily to himself. There was nothing for him to do in this part of the city, and to be honest, he didn't know the way round. In the distance, he spotted somebody he knew faintly. Skyla. They lived reasonably close to each other and had gone to school, although were in different classes, him being in the musical ones and her in the sports. Normally, he would go over and see what she was up to, but she seemed to be having an in-depth conversation in what looked like a race. He sat at the kerb and decided to watch.

ѕĸylα

"Well, I was thinking... What about a combination of both? We start at the top of the clocktower, then drop down, and then fly over for a bit until we arrive at the bakery in the creature part of London. Then we can get something to eat afterwards. It's about a mile." she said grinning, before muttering "That is, if you want to go to that part of the city." She reached out to the hawk and patted him. She immediately liked the look of Lorien, and shot a small smile at him. Streching out her wings, she jumped up, so she was only just of the ground. "Well, do you want to race then?" she said happily.

Skyla hadn't had this much fun in a while. The ships liked to make sure that fun wasn't the easiest option, and instead it was work and the law. Being a creature though seriously limited your job aspects. Most of them worked in the factories, or a small shop if they were lucky. However, if you had a criminal past, there was no way to earn an income, unless you stole or just found a way to get food. Skyla did the latter most of the time. She would rummage through bins and look for something to eat. Other times she would just zoom past people, grabbing what she could. However, Lee was different. Skyla wouldn't want to steal from her, since she considered her a friend.

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~

As Skyla put her plan into words Lee's smile grew, she'd never tried anything like that before and it sounded utterly fantastic. Natalie felt about all of the pockets lining the coat she wore loosely, she was trying to see if she had any money on her to pay for the food afterward, it turns out she did, but she had so many pockets it was terribly difficult to find what she was looking for. Eventually she found her money in the breast pocket on the inside of her coat, safest place for it she always thought. "What makes you think I'd be uncomfortable with that?" Lee replied with a twinkle in her eye, she was familiar with the creature part of the district, it was quite favourite spot of hers, and besides if any trouble came to her there she affiliated with many of the creatures either through business or friendship and they'd come to her aid if anything were to happen. "I'd like a race more than anything else," said Natalie with a grin, then added, "I'll meet you at the clock tower, I have to get a run up, this creation doesn't just start on it's own, needs a little bit of power," . Natalie nodded to Skyla, hoping they had an agreement on that front, then began to get into the wings, she pressed the button and pulled the cord by her waist and out they spread once again, she pushed her arms though the leather straps and then, without waiting for any further talk sprinted down the street and jumped. She was pushed into the air, the gentle force of her leap allowing her to glide upwards, she was enjoying it, she preferred the control of having her arms as the wings than using the metallic joysticks by her sides. It was easier, she felt more in control, more a part of the machine. Lee got good height and swirled to the top of the clock tower. Lorien who had long since left Skyla's shoulder, was already there.

Natalie stroked her bird again and said to Lorien, "Now don't you go beating me and showing me up alright?", Lorien chirped her laughter, the two of them were competitive but not irritatingly so, they just enjoyed a good flight and today was no exception to that. Natalie suddenly wondered if what she was doing was in any way shape or form acceptable or appropriate. Her father had told her to stay out of trouble and her mother had told her to stay out of the house. She wasn't exactly in trouble and she certainly wasn't in the house, but she still wondered if they'd approve. She shook it off. What they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, and she and Lorien hadn't had a good race in a long long while. Lee smiled to herself, it was so much more interesting mingling with the creatures and not being lady-like, it was she lived for, and what she was smiling about in that precise moment.

[bubiza]

ѕĸylα

Watching as Lee took off, Skyla smiled to herself. She hadn't raced anybody in a long time, and was looking forwards to this. She quickly took off, flying towards the tower. As Skyla flew, she was planning out ways to go faster and win. One of them was paticually risky, and involved breaking the sound barrier. If it worked, it would make her win by a considerable amount, but if it didn't then it would make her lose. She was willing to try it, though, as she didn't normally play safe. "Don't worry! I'll give you a good race!" she shouted, ignoring the glances she was getting from the humans.

She turned around, and noticed Kit sitting there, watching her. She knew him vaguely, and they didn't exactly talk much, but it slightly put Skyla off her focus. She was normally fine around people she didn't know, but those she did gave her some sort of expectation she had to meet. If I mess up now, I'll lose my reputation... she thought to herself nervously. Shaking it off, she met Lee at the top of the clock tower.
"I was asking before in case you didn't want to go to that side of the city. Some people, as much as they love creatures, can't stanf it, and I was just wondering..." she gave a nervous laugh, then continued. "But still, may the best flyer win. And... GO!" She jumped off the tower, stretching her wings out. She wanted to win this, and switched into her mode of determination.

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~

"I should expect nothing less Skyla," Natalie had called back with a grin. A straight mile race, it had to e interesting, especcially if Skyla knew the shortcuts Natalie did. Lee pondered a few routes in her mind, most of which involved tight alleys and long-lost pathways. She shook herself from her thoughts, a route seetled in her mind, it wasn't too dangerous, nor too safe, but hopefully would get her to her destination and fast. She followed Skyla's gaze despite herself, wondering what was distracting the girl, she was about to ask if she knew the man when she spoke again. Natalie was about to reply when the race was declared started. Without further ado Natalie had done a neat swallow-dive off the roof. She appeared to drop straight off the building, a second or so of complete freefall before she opened her wing, angling them to catch any breeze. She went straight over Kit's head with a grin and dissappeared down an alleyway behind him, she pushed herself upward through the air to get a view above the rooves, she'd lost sight of Skyla, and could only jsut see the falsh of Lorien's wings, but her desination wasn't too far out of sight. twirling her metal wings around her body, thier material careful retracting to let her twirl through the air. She was going as fast as possible, and her coat, true to the rumours, was staying exactly put. She grinned, not caring what anyone thought of her, she was above them now and she was aiming to win. She dove straight down again, down through many alleys only to force herself back into the air, her flight, if traced, would make the shape of a wave, falling down gracefully only to rise straight back up again. She'd covered good ground and her destination was growing ever closer, but she had this horrible feeling Skyla had a trick up her sleeve and was ever closer to the bakery than Lee coudl ever dream to be. The girl shoved the thought from her mind and continued on her flight, in her desperation to win sh'd gained speed and found herself neck and neck with her own bird.

[Yellow.]

Asher went back to her territory and started to roam around, but quickly got bored. 'There really is nothing to do today... I hate days like these.' She thought to herself, irritated. She wandered around a little more, greeting the few creatures that had befriended her and lived in her territory. She sighed and decided to walk around the slums more to see if there was anything interesting going on that day. She took a shortcut to the main part of the slums through an alley and was promptly almost blown over by a girl flying by with metal wings.

'What... Why am I even surprised?' Her eyebrow twitched slightly, thinking. She paused for a moment, seeing if anything was chasing her or something of those sorts. When the coast was clear, she walked out of the alley and arrived near a bakery. She stood there for a moment, spacing out. She blinked a minute later and regained her senses. She looked around, wondering why she had spaced out like that... She noticed a girl with curly black hair standing on the corner next to the bakery. She shrugged to herself and walked past her, into the bakery. The sweet smells of sticky buns and the aroma of baked bread filled her nose.

[intriguing]

~ Andrew Luton ~
Andy walked along the streets, this time whenever any creature glared at him for seeming human he pulled up a small bit of his tee to show his metallic torso, she didn't get half as many glares after that, apparently when you showed you were a creature here it was some auto-accept care into society, it was the same in the human sector but reversed. He wondered why the two diverse races had such mutual hatred for one another, after all, he being an automaton was practically neither, yet both at the same time. He found both creatures and humans confusing, and so, to give himself time to ponder his thoughts he pottered into a nearby bakery. He didn't mind the queue at all, in fact, he quite liked it, it gave him time to ponder, and gave him time to look around him. There so many different people in the bakery today, many of them were creatures and many of them were humans, he felt he could safely say though, that he was most likely the only automaton in there. He smiled to himself, he was happy in his own skin, or fake manufactured material that seemed to be skin anyway. He felt so in awe of his creator just then, Andy himself had never been quite so intelligent, he had never really understood how to create and build things the way his creator did, prosthetic skin and the morality of a human, for example were just two of the amazing things his maker had created simply to put inside of him. Andy let himself smile brightly as he waited in the queue, glancing around him and taking in the people.