The Power of the Flock (Maximum Ride RP)

[Jikkah]

i posted a while back and i was wondering did i get accepted?

[amithethird]

(Oh, yeah. I just think it would be a good idea to change Mae's flock becase Blayne is never active anymore.)

[Jikkah]

the thing is i cant find where i posted it could you tell me the page number or post it again please?

[amithethird]

(Your form?)

[Jikkah]

yeah

[amithethird]

(Um, it's just on the last page...page 51)

[iRabid Coffee]

{Thanks}

Jasper flew gently through each cloud bank to avoid being seen by any helicopters, airplanes, or like wise. He had met a small flock of bird kids similar to him but they were girls. The older girl was really pretty, he thought with a smirk. He would probably never see them again anyway. Jasper put those thoughts aside as the smell of cooking fish, lake water, and syrup came to him.

Christal laid on her back between Abbie and Image and sheilded her eyes as she looked up at a cloud bank above. She thought she saw something dark fly into the cloud bank but wasn't too sure about what she had saw or if she had acctually saw it. For all she knew, the dark figure could've been a bird or a plane or a helicopter.

Abbie smiled and looked at Image and smiled warmly at the only male Avian-American she knew. Image was one of the only people she could trust to know truely everything about her. Well not everything but most of everything. She had found her younger sister and had met the other person that was in Christal's flock.

[amithethird]

Image smiled back at Abbie and laid back against a tree. He yawned,
"Food makes me sleepy," he muttered.

Feather chuckled and closed the syrup bottle and wrapped up what left overs they had. She saw a dark shadow move through the clouds.
Another bird kid? Nah. Probably just a plane or something. I can't imagine there would be more of us around here.

Meha had always been a bit of a loner. Technicly she did belong to a flock, but she didn't always stick with them. Sometimes she had to, because they were traveling, but most of the time she liked to keep to herself.
She flapped her powerful white wings and again questioned the scientist's choice of genes. White wings on a hispanic person looked pretty weird. Or at least she thought anyway.

[iRabid Coffee]

Abbie smiled at Image and went over the list of things she knew about him in her head. She would never truely admit how much she knew about Image to anyone but her and herself. Abbie wouldn't even mention it to Image.

Jasper kept his wings flapping slowly. Something smelled familiar on the island in the lake below him. It smelled....good. He was tempted to dive down but he didn't want to get caught

[amithethird]

Image yawned again and looked at Abbie briefly. He honestly didn't know that much about her. She had blue hair, a sister named Chistal...umm...yeah. He almost felt embarassed about it.

Feather saw the shadow paused for a second above the island.
Probably a bird, she thought.