⚜ The Hummingbird Wars RP ⚜ Open ⚜

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{{have a cool idea for a non-tendit child character...I'll pm you with the details n form for approval after I finish working it out in my head. Awesome connection to current character}}

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha watched out the window for a time before placing the supplies she had gathered in a paper bag. It was the nuts, a water bottle, and band-aids, along with a carving knife that had most likely been used to dice fruit. She wrapped it in a rag and put it in there. Tabs looked through the contents of her bag Hmm, I guess...wait. Tabitha grabbed the bottle of vodka from the wall to use instead of rubbing alcohol since she had none.

She walked out into the sun, wearing a red leather jacket she had salvaged from a wreck, her raven hair fishtailed back with an old fraying ribbon. Then, Tabitha smiled her best 'I'm not crazy,' smile and walked. Simply to walk. Tabs smiled, but her concern was high. Those two Goldhawk Tendits would be back, and then what?

))Possibly maybe back...sorry for my absence.((

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{{form created I'll PM it to you.}}

[Avaloni]

{{Tabs, you are forgiven!! It's great to have you back. BTW, Bunches, I posted Andrew's form up in the Characters post... If you ever want to change anything let me know. And Bunches, I did reply as both Anastasia & the Twins in case you didn't see that so you kind of need to reply because Anastasia asked you something.}}

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{{totally missed that somehow. lol sorry for super short post here...gotta run. Will do better after your reply }}

Espy looked back at Stasi quizzically, "I understand the sentiment, I do. But I'm not doing anything till I clean up." Just as she said this a red light started blinking overhead...."What the....What is that?" It appeared to be some sort of signal or something. Esperanza panicked "Is there any chance anyone could have found us here??? Seriously, how well do you know this Rusty guy? Is there any chance he's a traitor?"

[Avaloni]

Anastasia

"Of course. I wouldn't expect you to stroll the streets otherwise. It's just walking around the area is a good idea not only to find misguided tendits, but to see if there's any unusual Goldhawk activity." Anastasia looked at the flashing light. "Rusty's no traitor!" She said angrily, quick to defend her friend. "Besides, if he was a traitor, would he really have installed a flashing red light here to warn us? It's probably nothing.. Just some Goldhawks in the club and we shouldn't come out yet, that's all it is." The red light was installed as a silent alarm of sort to warn if there were any Goldhawks in the area nearby that could see them if they left. It was always manually turned on by a hidden switch, and turned off again when the danger passed.

[lavender & lilac;;]

"Sir please don't turn me in!!! I'm so scared. I ran away because they killed my friends. You have to understand, I was hiding in another club, but it's dark and there's no power, and this is the only food I could find." Tabs held up the can of nuts, and continued, "I don't want to cause any problems, I'll just leave if you want, but please please don't turn me in. I'm begging you! You have no idea what they're like, they lied to me! They tried to kill me! They probably killed my mother when I was a baby!" Tabitha collapsed in a heap of sobs on the floor folding her wings around her. The silence enveloped her mind. To the outside world she was a hysteric mess. Inside, however, there was nothing. Only blackness everywhere.

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Esperanza

"I'm going to believe you, because you haven't yet given me a reason not to, but I seriously hope you're right. What about other Tendits? Does anyone else know about this place? What I mean is-is there a network in place or what? I understand what you're saying about finding others and I don't know about you but I really don't know how much help I'll be until this wing heals...assuming of course it heals enough to fly again. So what happens when the light goes out, do we go check or will he call down or something. I'm new to this whole incognito/panic room thing if you couldn't tell by my reaction. This whole mess just has me completely flummoxed." Espy sat on a nearby chair and laid her head down on the cool of the table. Her head hurt. Recent events were seriously starting to take their toll on her. "On second thought," she said holding her hand up before Stasi could answer, "I'm going to clean up. Hopefully, I'll feel more like myself when I come out and we can talk about it."

That said, and without waiting for a response, Espy scooped up her pack and headed off in the direction Anastasia had pointed earlier. Thankful for the soap, washcloth, wrapped toothbrush and toothpaste she found in a cabinet in the bathroom. She scrubbed down as best she could, then washed her clothing in the sink and used the hand dryer on the wall to dry them. Looking herself over from head to foot at her injuries, she supposed it could have been much worse. Her head still hurt, but she supposed it was from dehydration. She took a long pull from the faucet, and then closed her eyes a minute trying to put together the night of the escape. She still couldn't figure out how she got covered in blood before she was shot. The entire thing was just a blur. She still wasn't sure how long she'd been passed out in that car, but one thing she was sure of. She was famished.

She gathered up her things, and went back out into the main room. The red light was off. "What's to eat around here, and where was I?" She looked around but didn't see Stasi anywhere. Hmm, guess I'll raid the kitchen.

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Sherry and Andrew

Sherry looked at her foster son sadly, she knew the day would eventually come when she would have to tell him the whole truth about his parents. How she wished her husband was here, but Larry was off doing reconnaissance for the resistance. So many things were different now. How long had it been, she wondered, since she had last had a day that wasn't dominated by the resistance, The Facility, and Goldhawks? Oh well, better get this over with.

"Andrew?" She called loudly down the hall, and was nearly bowled over by her son as he barreled past her at full tilt.

"Race you to the couch," he called back as he beat her there before he finished the sentence. She swept him up and gave him a big hug, and sat down with him in her lap. At six he was even more rambunctious than he was the year before. Even though he wasn't her biological son, he'd been part of her household since the day he was born. His birth parents were members of the resistance. That is until they were killed by a Goldhawk scout.

"Andy, honey, please quit squirming. I need to talk to you about something." She looked down into his adorable little face and stroked a wayward lock of sandy blond hair from his forehead. "Do you remember what I told you about Mommy and Daddy?"

He looked up at her and squinched up his forehead, as if trying to remember something very very important. "Uh huh, you said that a bad man who was working for the Goldhawk people that hurt Mommy when she was very young shot them because they were trying to stop the Goldhawks. You said that the Goldhawks and some bad science guys were very very evil and that the resistance was our only chance."

"That's right, but there is more Andy. Thirteen or fourteen years ago, when your mother first met the scientists, she found out she was going to have a baby. Not just any baby, your Daddy's baby, but he was missing and had been gone for so long she didn't know that he was okay then. The scientists promised her some things that were lies, and when the baby was born it was very very special. It was a Tendit. Do you remember what Tendits are?"

"Yup, they're kids, like me, but they can fly. They're part hummingbird. You showed me a picture of a hummingbird in that old book remember?"

"That's right, I did didn't I? Well-your mother and the baby girl were trapped by the scientists in a great big building called The Facility. Mommy was able to escape, but she didn't take your sister with her. Now there is news that some of the Tendits have escaped as well. You and I, and Dad too when he gets back, are going to find your sister. What do you think about that?"

"A sister? So I wouldn't be the only kid anymore? Do you think she'll fly me around with her wings?" Andy sounded excited.

"Maybe, maybe she will at that."

[Avaloni]

((Sorry for taking so long. I'm officially saying that I probably won't be able to post on weekends as much as normal because that's the time I'm least able to post...))

Anastasia

Anastasia was up in the club, visiting with Rusty. She had left a small note on green paper the size of a post-it on the fridge. It had said,

Espy, I'm with Rusty in the club. Come up if you want, he has a spare key for you.

She held a glass of orange juice in her hand. It was in a fancy clear glass shaped like the rounded bottom half of a lemon, because it had come from the bar. She didn't have any ice in it because it was cold outside, and whenever she had a drink with ice it normally made her pretty cold. Rusty smiled at her. "Ana," he began. She didn't like that nickname but she allowed it since Rusty was a friend. She preffered Stasi or just her full name... but she didn't want to be rude and remind him she didn't like it. "You've brought a friend, eh?" Anastasia nodded. "What's her name?" He asked. "She wanted or anything??" Anastasia shrugged. "Everyone's wanted. Just how much - I'm not really sure. Her name's Esperanza. Heard of her?" Rusty shook his head. "No." Anastasia took a sip of the juice. "Oh. Well, any news? Any strange activity? What was the warning light about anyway?" Rusty paused."Just some Goldhawk in here like he's gonna arrest me and whatnot. Tryin' to find a health violation or somethin' 'cause they don't like how I don't support them. They never find anything on me, though. And they won't, either. I try hard to keep this place up to code on everything so they can't arrest me for anything petty." Anastasia nodded. She was a little concerned, though. "You don't think he's coming back, though... do you?" She wrapped her jacket tighter on instinct. She didn't want attention drawn to her wings, which were very poorly concealed. Rust shook his head dissmisively. "No. Don't worry 'bout it. It's just routine for them to inspect every two weeks or so.. He won't be back again for a couple weeks." Anastasia forced a small smile, hoping it didn't look too fake. "Good." A loud noise distracted both their attention as a man burst through the back door, almost knocking over a waitress carrying two coffees, one of which that was spiked. He had on a brown coat and western style boots. He wasn't cleanshaven, dark stubble dotting his jaw and chin. He looked like he'd come from an episode of Firefly. In his arms he carried a pretty winged tendit girl {Tabs}. She lay limp in his arms like a ragdoll, her wings almost dragging on the hard surface of the floor. "Who's the owner of this club!?" He demanded. Rusty stood up, straightening his coat and walking over. "That would be me." "Good. This girl needs help." He promptly shoved her at Rusty, and then rushed off in the hurry with which he had come. The local patrons all stared, shock plain on their faces. The manager came up to him. Her nametag read Shaylee. She was short so she wore boots with very high heels, enough to almost make her look tall. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun, a flower pinned onto the hair. "What are you going to do?" She asked. Shaylee had pretty, rounded blue eyes and a triangular face complete with high cheekbones and pointy chin. She had a kind voice but nobody there seemed to trust her. She was a medical doctor and a chemist in her off time, and was well versed in all types of poisons. (Nobody knew this about her, though, except Rusty). Rusty cleared his throat. "Help her, of course. I'll take her to my office." Rusty looked at Shaylee with an expression that said Come with us. Shaylee took the hint and rushed off to growl at a waitress for not getting a tray and some greasy breaded shrimp on time, then followed Rusty to the office. Anastasia followed him, too. He took her to his office, and layed the tendit girl on his chair. She was sitting there in a slumped position, arms splayed at an odd angle. "Shaylee, what's wrong with her?" Shaylee observed the girl closely. "I don't know! I'd have to take blood.." "Then do." Rusty growled at her. He turned to Anastasia. "Do you know her?" Anastasia shook her head.