Maximum Ride Roleplay-Thread 2 (NOT ACCEPTING)

[Water~Wing]

~ℂ .Ａ.Ｒ.Ｉ.Ｓ.Ａ.~

Canine-Avian Recombinant Integration, Specimen Alpha

Carisa's eyes were fluttering closed and open repeatedly in a desperate effort to try and stay awake. In the back of her mind, part of her worried that if and when she fell asleep, she'd wake up somewhere else, ditched in some other part of the School since Damon was way too nice to just simply throw her out while she was awake. But that wasn't gonna happen, right? Because, despite all of her insecurities the dominant side of her brain was constantly reassuring her that Damon was to be trusted, that she could stay with him without any worry whatsoever. That she could simply abandon any negative thoughts that he would dump her off somewhere after her annoying little quirks had gotten the better of him. She had slipped into that twilight zone between sleep and consciousness as her mind wandered, pondering all of the possibilities now that she'd welcomed a makeshift older sibling into her life. Well, more like she had forced her way into his life, but no matter.

The fact that she could have a real role model now, someone to ask questions to, someone that could watch her grow up, was all that was on Carisa's young mind now. It was too good to be true, yet at the same time it was true! Carisa was just about dozing off when she felt Damon scooting along the bed, still sitting comfortably on his lap. It was at this point where she realized she'd done a number on his bare skin with her little claws. She didn't see or smell any blood, so that was a good sign, though she relinquished her grip nonetheless. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scratch you. Yeah, I bet you'd really hear it if anyone found out that I did that... But I guess that's what you get for not wearing a shirt," she murmured sleepily.

At this point Carisa decided to roll off of Damon's lap, positioning herself against the headboard next to the white-haired Eraser, wings folded behind her, tail curled around her waist, leaning her head against his side. She figured he'd at least be more comfortable this way, without a little girl sitting on him. Carisa smiled as Damon issued his little promise, reassuring the girl once more that he wasn't going anywhere. "Hmm... Good. Because I'm not going anywhere either." Oooh, he's in for it now... Carisa thought, almost maliciously as she further leaned against Damon to support her fatigued body. "Sooo... where is your shirt, anyway? Or do you always go without one?"

[Connor.Deviant]

Nightmare
Mood: Frustrated
What is she doing: talking to kate
Status: Healthy
Mood currently showing: Anger

I said "No you're not leaving." I tackled her. I hoped to pin her with the blade at her throat so she wouldn't move. I was getting seriously annoyed. She doesn't know my master trained me secretly before he was killed. She doesn't know how experienced I truly am. She could guess but i wouldn't tell her. That's be bragging or showing weakness in my terms. I just don't like it. I frowned upon her. I was really beginning to hate her attitude. I grew very frustrated with the situation. i had to wait for the other pups to show up. Gosh if she was going to put up a fight. It would never end...

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[Water~Wing]

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As Storm approached the large, metal door that served as the entrance to Regi's containment cell, the lion boy chose not to vocalize all of the horribly confused thoughts that ran through his head. It took all that he had to mentally convince himself that nothing had been meant by the earlier affections - Storm's little radical kiss, in particular. But there was no denying that, in some mysterious little cosmic way, even if there was nothing behind it, that deep down in Regi's head the attention had, in fact, been welcome. But - but - but that means... Does it mean that... No. Can't be. Could it? It just seemed so wrong to think that he'd actually very much enjoyed hanging out with Storm - but in what way? It just seemed so wrong - for God's sake it violates every single little bit of the Natural Order! You're a half-human, half-lion amalgamation. You already violate nature's order in every way.

It was almost humiliating to think that one little peck on the cheek had set Regi's mind off like this, and there was no way he'd want it to show. First, he didn't want to make the situation any more awkward, and second, there was no way he was gonna let on any bit of what he was pondering. Regi did his best to keep a calm, steady face as he attempted to continue the conversation with Storm, but a slight anxiety was scarring his features that he hoped would go unnoticed. He remained seated on the bed, tail wrapped around his waist, twiddling his fingers nervously. "I really hate to ask you to do that for me, but I would really appreciate it. But I would like to see her soon, if possible. I... I could come with you, if that would work better...?" Gosh, why had he just asked that! "I... I mean, only if you want me too..." Continually trying to rationalize the offer did no use; hopefully Storm wouldn't catch on that the lion boy was simply being clingy, though Regi's awkwardly hushed speech was making it horribly obvious. You know what. You've been cooped up here for so long that you're just desperate for intimacy. Yeah, that's it. At that Regi decided to put an end to the little war that had been tormenting his mind. It was settled.

Nah, who was he kidding. This wasn't over.

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A lazy smile drifted to his lips as he bore witness to an innocence that would soon be lost in time and bloodshed; fully dehumanized until there would be nothing left of little Carisa but an empty shell filled with hatred and a deeply rooted desire to please her masters. Who would she become if he left? The thought forced a growl to rumble from deep within his chest and his brows furrowed, smile diminishing until a faint snarl began to twist and pull at his lips. His body trembled lightly as an abrupt and painful shift seemed to simmer just under the surface, only to baulk at the sound of a sleep tinged voice. His mood did a complete one-eighty and a wry smile took up residence on his lips once more, a deep chuckle replacing the growl. "It's fine, no harm done really, and why wear a shirt when you can wear fur instead? I only wear pants because of munchkins like you and the scientists who are a little more modest than necessary." His large calloused hand probed the small incisions running along his sides carefully, falling only when he could be sure that no blood would stain his bed sheets. While the comforter itself was obsidian in color, the rest of the bedding was a pristine white and stained very easily. Having been so heavily invested in the assessment of each and every cut, he had been unable to keep Carisa in place and thus pouted at the loss when suddenly he found himself growing cold, a pretty uncommon feeling amongst Erasers.

Thankfully the chatty pup had maintained a close proximity which helped to ease his fears; that someone would come by and remove her from the room before he awakened. Waking up alone had never been such a saddening thought, but her saying that she wouldn't be leaving was reassuring enough so that he would be able to sleep well this night. "I suppose I'm stuck with you then, aren't I?" His voice had been tinged with mock annoyance, as if the thought of having her around truly upset him. But the smile on his face and the teasing gleam in his blue eyes said otherwise. He had already learned his lesson with the first found of tears and he was sure that round two would bring him to his knees, begging and pleading for the crying to stop. Shaking his head at the thought, Damon rested a hand atop her head at first to muss her hair, but it wasn't long before his fingers began to play with fuzzy little ears, gentle claws scratching lightly at her scalp periodically while he tried his best to remember just where his shirt had been left. A little light bulb went off in his head with the cliché 'ding' and he was able to give her an answer. "I left it in Regi's room, and if you don't know who that is, you'll find out later. Actually, I'll make sure you meet everyone soon, m'kay? And like I said, I only wear clothes because some people just can't handle my sexiness."

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[Water~Wing]

~ℂ .Ａ.Ｒ.Ｉ.Ｓ.Ａ.~

Canine-Avian Recombinant Integration, Specimen Alpha

What time was it anyway? Carisa was positive that it was far past her usual curfew, that was for sure. Her silver eyes glanced about a dark room trying to locate a clock, but unfortunately she could not find one, so her question would thus far go unanswered. This was one of the many fun little quirks of the School. With its limited windows and time-telling devices - the whitecoats seemed to be the only ones that carried watches, and maybe an elite Eraser or two - it was easy to lose track of the hour. Carisa's only clue was the darkness outside of Damon's small window and the marginal amount of moonlight that entered the bedroom. It was surprising that no one had come to retrieve her yet, but on the other hand it was possible that no one simply knew where she was. She'd been totally ditched by her partner, left to wander around on her whim. Yet, there were cameras everywhere - yup, at a glance Carisa could easily locate the miniature surveillance device that was hooked up to one corner of the ceiling. So... either the scientists really didn't know where Carisa was, or they simply didn't mind her hanging out with Damon for the night. Either way, the young winged girl hoped for the latter, because it was always possible that they'd be pretty peeved that she'd snuck off like this.

She knew her eyes were most likely bloodshot by now, and her fatigued body begged for rest, but she wasn't quite ready to sleep just yet. However, Carisa knew that soon biology would gain the upper hand and she'd pass out no matter how hard she tried. For the meantime, she was determined to stay awake and enjoy this moment with her new brother, as it was completely uncertain as to what would happen the following morning. Would she be allowed to stay with him? She sure hoped so, but the scientists were pretty unforgiving. Carisa stretched her arms over her head with a deep yawn, trying to escape sleep's imminent grip, before her hands fell back down to her lap where her fluffy tail still rested. Luckily, she also had the ongoing conversation to focus on, helping her to maintain her semi-conscious awareness. She let out a little giggle at Damon's obvious tease, now fully aware that the Eraser was only joking. Carisa supposed that this was just how big brothers communicated - or maybe that was just Damon's personality. Either way, the girl knew it was foolish to take these sorts of things to heart anymore.

She had been about to make a snarky remark when she felt a large hand rest atop her head, beginning to fiddle with her furry, wolf-like ears. This action alone was enough to cause her black tail to wag slightly, though it was limited considering her sleepy state. She racked her brain when she heard an unfamiliar name. "Regi? Nope. Not a clue. But I do wanna meet all your friends. But..." A little yawn escaped her throat. "Probably tomorrow. I'm really tired now. And wow, someone's pretty full of himself." Well, practically every Eraser here was under the impression that they were the sexiest beast on the face of the planet, so it was unsurprising that Damon shared the same cocky attitude. It was at this point where Carisa began to notice that she was getting chills, no longer cradled in the warmth of Damon's embrace, but rather simply leaned up beside him. "Jeez, it's cold in here! How are you not freezing with no shirt on?" Carisa took a moment to skedaddle underneath the covers of Damon's bed, warming herself back up, knowing that full well she'd get too comfortable and pass out at some point.

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Ｋａｔａｌｅｉａ Ｃｒｅｓｔｗｏｏｄ "Ｓｈｅ'ｓ Ａ ＭＯＮＳＴＥＲ"

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The sound of soft footsteps on cool white tiles told Kataleia all she needed to know. The way they seemed to quicken, each stride lengthening behind her as the footfalls seemed to come in time with some unknown beat until they had begun to close in on her. Why this girl was so persistent as to chase after her was a mystery, but solving it was very low on her list of things to do, and so she turned to face her pursuer, her lips quirking upwards when she caught sight of the girl making a leap towards her with the intent to put her on the ground. Her counter was quick and she allowed both of them to fall to the floor but smartly used their combined momentum to throw the troublesome Eraser off her person before jumping to her feet once more and disappearing down another hallway on silent feet, moving quickly without cease until the door to her sanctuary was visible. "2814." Those numbers brought a smile to her face and she wrenched the door open, slipping into her coveted indoor forest without a second thought. Everyone knew better than to try removing her from this room when she sought peace within so she was confident that she would be left to her own devices until her services were needed yet again, and somewhere amongst the chaos, she'd lost sight of her goal. The very reason she'd left her room in the first place.

[Connor.Deviant]

Nightmare
Mood: Frustrated
What is she doing:
Status: Healthy
Mood currently showing: emotionless

I said "Gosh dang it.. Not there... I can't remove her from there..." I sighed and walked away. I'd never get my chance to kill her. Well I might as well go see Ren and the bird kids. I have nothing else to do besides tease them they won't send me on a mission any time soon. I just hope that they are busy or aren't there. I've never seen any of the bird kids before only one though... I don't know her name. Hopefully I get to torture her. It was fun doing so. My first taste of blood in my mouth was ever so yet satisfying me. But I do ever so long to have that taste again. For if I never seem to have that rich thick warm tasting irony blood then I have no idea what to do. I will just go find them there. I'll be happy, but what does happy feel like? I've never felt happy. My doctor made me angry when I was born. I think I'll go see Ren to find out.

I walked up to there door and knocked. I wonder what they'll do If I come and see them.

[.:Kira:.]

Storm

Storm was doin his best not to show how embarrassed he was and stay calm, but the blush spreading on his face was beyond trying to hide. "No worries. I guess you could tag along and we could get you talking to Jinx again." what was he thinking?! Bringing Regi with him?! Sure trailing experiments around the school without being caught was easy, but just having Regi around with him right now, after that! It just seemed a little odd. Well the flock's room is right next door, so it would be quick and easy. "Yea. You could come along." quick and painless. Regi would be out of his tail in no time, literally.

[artessa]

((Omg everyone! I am sooooo sorry I've been gone!!!! My internet crashed forever! Then we lost power and I couldn't get onto WiFi!!! Grrr, need a MAJOR recap!!!!!))

[Connor.Deviant]

umm I'm not very good Nightmare got in a fight with Kate and tried stopping her from escaping her room didn't work now nightmare is trying to meet the flock I don't know about everyone else...)