⚜ The Hummingbird Wars RP ⚜ Open ⚜

[Avaloni]

(( Alright, I'm back from Scandinavia and ready to party!))

[Awesome!! Hope you had fun. And no, the cake is NOT a lie. I replied a while ago... somewhere... I'll find it..]
[[Anastasia 1379 I will miss you! Have fun for me.]]

HAWKE

Hawke chuckled at all of Caroline's eager questions. He'd had questions, too. Less then her, but questions nonetheless. However he'd had nobody to answer them, and some he still didn't know. She probably expected him to know these things, since she thought he was a human. "The paper, I would assume, is made with the same method of making regular paper, just bigger... and as for the plastic I think it's done by a different machine. I believe it's called lamenting. The pictures... and the font.. they're there from printers
- big printers, and up.. it involves downloading pictures and then putting them on a computer in the printer and then the printer prints it." Hawke studied the menu before him. Out of all the questions he'd had after leaving the facility, he had never once questioned the method of making menus. She seemed less acclimated to the world then he had been, but that probably came from his aggressive nature. It was unusual for a tendit to be as aggressive as he'd been. That's why he had his own room. The only tendits with their own rooms were the ones in solitary confinement, or the ones with enough potential to be rewarded. The protegès often were given many treats, and heavily rewarded. He guessed he would have been a protegè, too if he could've been docile enough to not attack his gaurds on a weekly basis. There was only one true protegè he'd known, and that was Starling Glass. He'd guessed she wasn't all there in the head, but she sure was manipulative... He brought his attention back to Caroline quickly. "You probably have a lot of questions, don't you? Well, ask away...."

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{Thanks! We are going to the beach tomorrow. Right now we are just spending time with family.}}

Caroline smiled and cocked her head as Hawke politely answered. Printers, lamination, larger pieces of paper... It all sounded so fancy to her, but she had seen many strange contraptions at the camp. She drifted off a bit, until Hawke spoke some more. "Yeah... I have a couple questions for you," she said, really wanting to know more about Hawke than anyone else.

{{Sorry the post is so short! I am just stumped right now!}}

[Avaloni]

((Sounds fun... take me with you!))
(Posting from phone, so short post...)

HAWKE

Hawke paused, arching am eyebrow. "Oh, for me?" Of course, he concluded, she would be curious about him. He was a fellow runaway, but she did not know what he ran from. He must seem at least somewhat mysterious to her, with his secret case and illegal housing but yet enough money to comfortably take her out to eat. "Go on, ask." He told her, seemingly unfazed. He would answer her questions to an extent, but there was some things he had decided to hold back...

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{I wish I could take everyone!}}

Caroline nodded her head, thinking of a few. She leaned on the table, both forearms touching it. "For starters, Hawke can't be your real name. So, what is your real, full name. Oh! And age," she said, coming up with millions odf questions she could ask him. Some, she would have to save for when they were in private. Some, she needed to mention about things that Goldhawks don't need to know about, and they are everywhere...

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke just watched as Caroline asked. "A bit direct, aren't you? Alright..." Hawke gave a little sigh, getting comfortable in his chair. "My name used to be Devin. I renamed myself after running away. To be entirely honest, I'm not sure how old I am. I was never told. I never cared." Hawke paused, debating on telling her more on his name, and then after the moment's hesitation, he decided to. "And as for my name, it's there as a kind of irony. Because even though I'm free from my old family, like a hawk flying away, I'm still not entirely free... that part is a bit harder to explain though...." Hawke trailed off.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Caroline nodded. Devin was his name... She smiwled brightly. "I like that name. Also, what age do you want to be? I mean, if you don't know maybe you can just make yourself whatever age you want." She figured that next she would ask him if he could remember what year he was born in, then they would just count. But if that fails, she will estimate his age. She had plenty of more questions to entertain while they wait, she was then reminded herself that she needs to look at the menu. She looked at the breakfast menu, and looked at all of the pictures before she actually read about them. Her mouth slightly drooled as she looked at all of the delectable foods .

[Avaloni]

((Eeeek sorry for taking so long!))

HAWKE

Hawke nodded, wondering why Caroline was smiling so much. Why was she so happy? "Dunno," Hawke shrugged in reaction to her question of his age. "Does it really matter?? I've never considered age to be that important, really. So how old are you?" Hawke had already decided what to get when their waiter came. He had black, slicked back hair and green eyes. He was the opposite of Ashley, completely un-enthused. "May I take your oders?" He asked flatly. He looked at Hawke patiently."Yes.. I'll have the strawberry crepes with hashed browns... and bacon. Oh, and coffee." The waiter paused, and then wrote it down. "Okayy," he turned to Caroline expectantly.

[Avaloni]

[[My next post will include Draven.]]

Starling's hands almost instinctively flew to her ears upon hearing the shrill, blood-curdling scream, but she forced them to do otherwise. The golden SUV almost swerved as Jace jumped about an inch off his seat in surprise. "Oh God, Starling, what did you do!?" The question came out a bit more like a growl. Starling's reaction was instantaneous and part helpful part hurtful. With one hand she smacked the tendit girl across the cheek, both a reaction and for the sake of distracting her. The other hand slammed over the girl's month as she struggled to find from the front seat as gag with the first hand. Jace barked from the front seat as he saw his protegé rough-handle the tendit girl. "Starling, she's scared. All hitting her will do is scare her more." Starling grit her teeth from the backseat wishing she was in the front. "Maybe it'll scare some sense into her." The phrase came out as a mumbled noise. Sighing, she reluctantly took careful measure to not scare the girl further. She turned to face her captive, trying for her most innocent, nonthreatening face she could manage. "Hello, Sparrow. My name Glass , Goldhawk current field oprative and wide spectrum ability specialist. If you were wondering why you are here it is because you escaped from your room at -" Starling pulled out a paper, handing it to Sparrow, as some procedure somebody thought up somewhere dictated. She read aloud the date and time, and the paper that she'd handed Sparrow showed pictures taken by security cameras and witnesses. "We've decided it was best to bring you back and ask you a few questions." Jace turned the radio a little louder as his favorite song 'and then it rained' came on. Starling thought it was very unprofessional to listen to music during a kidnapping (or as it was technically called, a Retrieval Mission), but didn't say anything because he was her superior.

((This is my last post regarding Sparrow.))

[youre_the_onlyreason]

Caroline was about to say how old she was, but the waitor came right as she opened her mouth. "Oh, um. I would like the chicken and waffles with sausage and a orange juice, please,"she said brightly. She was so excited to get her food. She had tasted chicken and orange juice, but the waffles just sounded delicious. She had also had sausage, so she liked it. When the waitor walked off, she turned back to Hawke. "I am 16. Do you remember what year you were born in?"

[Avaloni]

(On tablet..... sorry for lateness. I may take a couple days off....not sure, just warning.)

-HAWKE

Hawke shook his head. "Nope. Not at all. You look sixteen though." The waiter returned in a minute with their food steaming. He set the plates on the table and then set their drinks down."Well that was fast," Hawke commented after the waiter left. "I guess it's because the place is pretty empty." Hawke poured a package of creamer into his coffee, along with one of synthetic sugar (real sugar had become too expensive for restaurants to put out for free) and stirred. He added a second packet of creamer without tasting it, blew on the steaming drink, and then took a sip.