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[Avaloni]

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Draven Glass • Starling Glass

"Argh!!!" Draven beat his fist against the white wall, rage contorting his pale face into an expression that only barely portrayed the extent of his anger. Starling sat next to him, perched on a steel countertop. She was wearing a flowy v-neck black dress and sandals, her wings wrapped around her like a fancy feather shawl. She could've been mistaken for a normal girl, if not a very rich one to afford such a fine shawl of black feathers.. She put a hand on her brother's shoulder. "I'm such an idiot!!" Draven exclaimed, although with less gusto this time, begining to be calmer. "Draven. Stop it. I'm serious. You just need more experience, that's all. The real idiot is Jace." Starling said in an attempt to comfort her brother. She swung her legs from the counter like a child with legs too short to reach the ground. Starling wasn't short, it was just a very high counter."Jace? Who?" "You honestly forgot again? Our handler. The one who organizes missions?" "Oh. And how is this his fault?" Draven asked, honestly knowing what she meant but hoping something else. Starling rolled her eyes, and with a haughty tone said, "If he would've let me go after her, I wouldn't have let the little bitch get away." "Oh, that makes me feel much better." Draven said sarcastically. Draven knew he wasn't as good as his sister, and honestly - he didn't really care. The only reason he was angry was that he knew his failure meant that punishmeant would follow. Punishmeant that he'd brought himself... that he was responsible for and nobody else. But Starling was right, if Jace'd just put her in charge the runaway Tendit would be back in her little birdcage safe and sound.. or dead. Either way she wouldn't have been a problem like she was now. Plus what would happen if the rebels got to the Tendit girl? She'd be better off dead... poor misguided thing."Hey," Starling looked at him, concern lacing her normally emotionless dark-blue glittering eyes. "Yes?" Draven looked up at her. She smiled, a little crooked smile. Not a happy smile, but one of habit. "You will be okay, right?" Draven nodded. He knew she didn't just mean emotionally, she meant physically. Little white scars laced his back underneath his shirt and his black leather jacket. The jacket which had holes cut out for space for his shimmering wings. "I'll talk to Jace, okay? He'll help you o-" The end of her scentance was cut off by a buzzer, a white, smoke-alarm looking thing with a little green light that had turned red. An automated voice came through. "Your visitation time for today's date has come to it's close." Said a highly-automated woman's voice. "Now please report to your rooms. Handlers will assist you to them and will be waiting to receive you at the door." "Yes, Siri." Starling replied. The machine-voice named Siri had said handlers, but those weren't real handlers, like Jace. They were gaurds, and gaurding the Tendits and the Goldhawk labs & facility was their only duty. She's also said rooms, but they were really decorated cells. Starling didn't think of this, though, when she hopped off of her perch, spreading her wings to make the impact of the fall as if she were only taking a step. She waved at her brother with the warmest of smiles which she had practiced doing so much, and walked to the door. She curtseyed as the gaurd opened it for her, and smiled at him with another heartwarming smile. Unlike the one she gave her brother, however, it was plastic, and fake. But still it was pretty, and believable. She took the gaurd's arm as he led her to her cell, thinking of the day as just another in a string of weeks - months - years. It'd always been like this.

To Draven, though, he didn't see it as just another day. He didn't see her fake smile or her borderline flirting with the gaurds that held her here innocent, either. He silently thought it cruel, and lonely. He knew he couldn't do anything about it, though, so he didn't voice his opinion. He walked to the door just as another gaurd opened it. The gaurd's nametag read "Max". Max was tall, with a buzzcut and a strong looking jaw. He had a sense of humor, though, and tried to make a joke. Draven clenched his teeth and stared straight ahead. He did not want to be talked to by this imbecile. He was not in the mood. Although to be fair... he was never in the mood to make smalltalk with the gaurds, or light of his situation.

Anastasia

Anastasia hummed a little tune, almost inaudiable. It was something she'd heard recently, although she didn't know the song's name. It was in korean, but she understood it. She spoke korean, after all. "이 난장판에 끝판 왕 차례..." Anastasia walked down the block a little bit, her wings an awkward bulge in her jacket. She hoped nobody noticed her. She kept her head down, but her eyes flitted everywhere, observing everything she could. She heard a car horn.. strange, since there wasn't any cars but a few old junk ones. Normally she'd never be so close the Goldhawks - traveling down a street like Ribbon.. but she'd slept in the old convience store last night - the one her friend Sal used to own. She walked towards the sound of the carhorn.. and saw a figure get out of the car. The figure with wings! "Hey," Anastasia called. The girl looked hurt, especially by the way she walked, her weight unballanced.

[lavender & lilac;;]

((Was the girl they were looking for Tabs? Also, please don't. call her tabby. That's my only request! ))

[.:bunches:.]

Espy thought she saw a convenience store sign, and wondered if there was anything useful still in it. She couldn't tell if it was open or not at this angle. She stood staring out the window, and wondering how she could get there without being noticed. It was then she noticed the girl coming towards the shop. Beautiful. Literally. The girl was a knockout. She was also invading Espy's hideaway. Espy quickly gathered her things under the car, placing them on a rollaway the mechanics would have used to lay under the car, and ducked behind the car. She peered towards the door, waiting to see if she would be so bold as to come in.

[Avaloni]

{{Yes, she was talking about Tabs. BTW did anyone notice the Siri reference?? LOL}}

Anastasia

"Hey, I see you, you know." Anastasia said, as the girl tried to hide. Anastasia walked towards the car, hesitantly taking a step forward, then another. To set the girl at ease, she decided to speak in Latin, a lost language taught to them by the facility. Most didn't understand it, or even recognize what it was. "Non fugis hinc!"{{And yes, you are going to have to translate that, lol}} Anastasia sat on the hood of the car. She was wearing faded hand-me-down jeans that Sal had given her, suprisingly enough they fit her very well, aside from the two holes, one on each knee. She was wearing a maroon top, which fit kind of awkwardly. Baggy, but the hemline still up almost above the waist of her pants. She normally wore over that a grey hoodie. It wasn't too cold out, so she had it slung over her back, the drawstrings tied together around her neck to hid her wings the best she could.

[.:bunches:.]

Espy cursed under her breath. She'd been found and now she would have to explain who she was and why she was here. This girl was bold just barging in here. Then again isn't that exactly what she had done. She figured there was no escaping the inevitable and quietly rose resting her hand on the revolver in the waistband of her pants. At least she'd had the sense to arm herself while she was packing.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Esperanza growled. She realized she was standing in the sunlight and circled around the car as she spoke. She eyed the girl carefully as she rounded the vehicle. The visible bulge in the back of the girl's jacket indicated something was there, "Could it be wings?" she wondered. As she got to the front of the car, still shadowed, she peered up at the girl, and drawing her gun, though not pointing it, said, "I asked you a question, and I'd appreciated it if you answered in English. I've no time for games."

She stared at the girl awaiting her answer.

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha watched the small window in her bathroom door carefully. She'd almost been caught and was still debating on whether she shouldn't of just begged for mercy and maybe they might of given her her books back. But Farin would be dissapointed in her. "Tabby. Don't. go back. We fought too hard." Tabitha looked up, squeaking, "Farin?" But no. 'Twas only a delusion. So Tabs looked down at her feet and frowned. Tears forming, she whispered tp herself, "You're crazy!"

Tabs looked in the bathroom mirror and was scared. She had to be more quiet. They'd hear her and then she'd be in huge trouble. Tabitha pulled her hair back and wet it to make it less noticeable. She smoothened her pale blouse out and fixed her black skirt and leggings. There. Much better.
((Mobile so kind of sucky...))

[Avaloni]

Anastasia

"Clearly you've spent time in the Goldhawk trining facility.. but yet they didn't even bother to teach you Latin, did they?" Anastasia smirked. "Pity... No I believe you've no right to demand to know who I am or why I'm here, because frankly you don't own that rusty old car, or this cracked peice of sidewalk. There's really no reason I should tell you, is there?" Smiling, Anastasia went on. "But I will, since unfriendly as you are, you are a fellow Tendit." With a mock bow, she introduced herself. "I'm Anastasia. You may have heard of me reffered to as Zero back in the labs. I'm here because I saw you, and I thought I'd come over and see who you were. It's not every day you get to meet another escaped Tendit. Now, I also came over here because I saw that your wing was hurt. And I know someone who can fix it. It's an old nightclub down Neon. The owner is a friend of a friend's.. He's a Hummingbird Wars vet, and he's really nice. The only people who go there are other vets or people who sympathise. The nightclub really isn't what it used to be... gets hardly any attention at all, and the people who do go there only go to drink, or talk. Not to dance like they used to..."

[.:bunches:.]

Espy was stung. Both by the girls harshness and the truth in her words. Espy hadn't herself been very hospitable, however, she still wondered if she should trust the girl. Though at this point what did she have to lose?

"Esperanza, Espy. And sorry I've never heard of you...I don't say that to be mean. I've been pretty excluded from everyone. I can't say I know the names of anyone, Tendits that is, other than Farin and I remember one of my instructors mentioning something about twins awhile back." She replaced the revolver into her waistband, and instead offered her hand. "I hope you understand, I'm just trying to be careful. I really don't have any reason to trust you at this point except that we're of the same kind, and ostensibly here under the same circumstances. Or at least I would presume so. Anastasia, is it? That's a far cry from Zero. I may not know Latin, but I do know a good deal of history. Anastasia Romanoff was the last of her kind, the last of the Royal family in an ancient country called Russia. Some say she escaped as well when Rasputin set out to murder her entire family. A beautiful princess, escaped to become a nobody refugee. Not very different from us if you think of it. That is assuming we are both escapees."

[astral.]

Nickname?
Lexi,or X
Age
I am seventeen. Being a teen has it's pains, unfortunately I happen to be doubly as painful, because I'm unique
Physical characteristics I happen to have fairly long, slightly curly red hair, blue eyes and pale, shimmering skin. I have a birthmark on my left calf of a hummingbird. My nose is about average size, I would say, although I haven't seen enough to be able to confirm this. I have a few freckles on my face and I'm told that I'm really tall for my age. My wings are scarlet, but tinged with black on their tips

HistoryI was born in the lab, concieved by a syrum that turned me into some creature. My mother was forced to have me and then killed because she could not have any others like me. I was exactly what they wanted. I spent most of my time with a scientist who liked to read me stories of the outside world in secret. He used to tell me about beautiful rainbows forming at the end of waterfalls and tiny hummingbirds that had wings like mine and made me believe that there was something to live for. Hope. I enjoyed playing games with him and my teddy bear, he taught me how to feel happy and how to feel sad. The other scientists were against his kindness and often tormented him with sick practical jokes, like knives in, what he called a locker, stabbing his legs and putting chemicals in his coffee when he wasn't looking. One day, when I was alone in my cell, I heard yelling from the outside. It stopped abruptly and silence filled the area. I was taken out of my cell and thrown into some scary- looking confinement. They had an issue with me having emotions and they had murdered the nice scientist for giving me hope of ever being released.
Personality Shy and quiet. I don't like being around people, because they are such cruel beings. I have big dreams and yet my goals don't take me very far... I am very phobic and tend to overreact at the worst of times. I enjoy poetry and art and can basically be found reading a book, when I can get my hands on them. Sometimes I make stupid mistakes and beat myself up about it later. I can be very over protective over things that I love I sometimes cry myself to sleep because I feel alone. I fantasise about finding the one person that can make my life amazing- TOTAL hopeless romantic... I have a secret journal that the scientist gave me, although I hate putting my emotions on paper.. Random and bubbly when I want, although mood swings can get involved.

Likes
-Being lazy.
-Day-dreaming
-Singing
-Reading
Dislikes
-My mother
-Scientists
-The cold
-Solitude
-Confinement

[Avaloni]

·÷±‡± Ķɛäŋäɨ ±‡±÷ you are accepted!! Great form, I love how she had a scientist that cared about her... very interesting! Extra points for having L as your avatar.