Maximum Ride Roleplay-Thread 2 (NOT ACCEPTING)

[artessa]

Jay winced as she rolled and shifted her weight onto her painful wing. A thick, white bandage soaked in blood from the cut covered the sore break. her pure white wings were a dirty brown color and blood was splattered over the left one. The whitecoats had prodded and poked for hours until they finally shot her with a strong pain reliever that let her sleep. She pushed away the bad memory as she turned on her good side.
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((Sorry I've been a while! Been really busy, and my sister has been hogging tablet/computer...responding to this last post, we can say i skipped about a month or so later..))

Jay jiggled the lock, grunting in frustration. She had been trying to jam the lock for at least an hour. Sitting back on the cold tiles, the teen racked her brain for someway to get that DAMN door open! Fidgeting with her now healed wing, an idea came to her, fast and genius. She swore a light bulb popped up above her head. Jay raced over to her bed and pulled hard on one of the springs on the bottom of the bed. Since the cot was so flimsy and cheap, the spring popped off easily. She quickly straightened out the metal and returned to her spot by the door. After working for a little bit, she had jammed the lock on the door. Peeking through the window, she watched the hallway for incoming whitecoats. Seeing none, she quickly slipped out the door and rushed down the hall, looking in all the windows. Finally, at almost the opposite end of the hall from her, she saw the familiar glossy purple color of Ren's wings. (IDK if Ren is there, will fix if he isnt) She rapped harshly on the door with a huge, goofy grin on her face.I'm going to see my flock again! All of them! Ren, Jinx, Hiro, and everyone else!

[artessa]

((Bump?))

[Connor.Deviant]

bump I cant do much sorry...)

[amphetamine.]

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Nervous rage flirted with the need for action, for movement, as he held to the child. Slowly his breaths eased and the rapid cadence of his heart slowed to a steady thrumming in his chest. His lips pushed into the dark hair of the girl in his arms and with that apologetic kiss he started to let her go but the sound of movement outside their door prompted him to growl quietly, that intrinsic fear of loss awakening ire and protective instinct until he realized that it was nothing. Just a passing guard or someone of the like. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have lost it like that." Pale lids lowered to shield zaffre eyes amongst stark lashes. Carisa couldn't possibly understand his feelings. She was still young and naive to so many things. Feeling the laborious rise and fall of the younger girl's chest he relinquished his hold on her slight frame, almost laughing at the way he seemed to encompass all of her so easily. The attempt to assuage his fears was appreciated though it did little in the way of helping the boy. Years of stress, pain, and battle tended to affect one deeply and he could only hope to protect the pup from all of that. Both her requests had been easily acquiesced to and before long he was sliding out of bed and adjusting the jeans slung low across his hips, the enticing 'V' that contoured his body fairly visible. Messy hair invaded his acute night vision and made his nose scrunch up in slight annoyance at the tickling sensation the silken strands produced as they brushed over his face. A quick pull of a calloused hand remedied the problem and he strode over to his door, stumbling oh so gracefully as his foot came into contact with the edge of a dresser and spitting out colorful words all the while. All the vision in the world couldn't save the young wolf from the corners of random objects within the room and he was sure to exercise his extensive knowledge on every curse in the English language coupled with a few crude strung together sentences. Just when it seemed he was done the pained male continued on. In Russian. He had the decency to flush hotly at the young presence in the room and immediately pinned the girl with a hard stare. "Do me a favor and forget what you just heard. Ms. Amy would have my furry hide if you shot off at the mouth and she caught wind of it. Now then, lets go see what we can scrounge up in the kitchen." And by scrounge up he really meant that they were going to raid the food emporium and eat until they were positively sick. Or at least that's what he was planning to do. His hand brushed along the touchscreen panel to the left of his door, hitting the release button to let fluorescent lighting filter into the room. " There's a steak in there somewhere with my name on it and I'll be pissed if it isn't mine within three minutes."

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[artessa]

bump

[bee]

Im gonna schedule the restart for Wednesday. Hold onto your butts we're fast forwarding
Mrs.Artessa, go to our discussion page to figure out the details uvu

[artessa]

((OK, sad news ...I think I am going to drop out of this RP and hand over ownership to tabby-chan. I can't keep up with you guys anymore...I might stay if someone really convinces me. You guys are such good roleplayers and I'm pretty much amature. tabby-chan, PM me if you don't want to be in charge. I never went on the discussion page cuz I thought it was just talking about Maximum Ride in general, so I'm totally out of the loop too...sorry guys...I'm just not a good enough roleplayer.... ))

[Connor.Deviant]

It's ok I'm dropping too... I couldn't figure out a way to fit in anymore)