⚜ The Hummingbird Wars RP ⚜ Open ⚜

[youre_the_onlyreason]

"You're welcome. You should get some rest when you're done eating. The seats in the van fold out so there'll be enough room. I hope you don't mind sharing with my son, he's six so you'll be safe, save possibly lollypop residue. Larry and I will take the front, the captains chairs recline back pretty far so it's ok. I know you're probably scared, but I don't know you well enough to keep calling you sweetie. Do you have a name? Larry's horrible at introductions." Sherry rinsed her cup, and Larry's as she spoke, and re-packed them right away. The girl looked grateful and nervous simultaneously. Sherry didn't want to be too forceful, and understood that she was probably still in shock. You don't go through an escape from a deadly, gene-manipulating, life-controlling tyrannical existence like of the Facility and not come out without some damage. "Are you injured at all, you look like you're in decent shape, but if there's anything you need that I can help with please don't be afraid to ask. We've both got a good deal of experience fighting the Goldhawks and the Facility."

Caroline

Caroline nodded her head, and when she was done, she held out her cup to Sherry. Yeah, I guess it is quite strange for you to keep calling me that. My name is Caroline. You can call me anything you would like, though. I guess it is best that Iido go to sleep. I haven't slept in days. I am sure I won't be a bother. Also, your son won't be a problem. I love kids. Again, thank you. I really thought that no one would find me.

[Avaloni]

Anastasia

Anastasia opened her eyes, stretching out her shimmering green wings in the queen sized bed. She sat up, looking around. The room was dimly lit, it was painfully early. 0300 - 3 O'clock in the morning. She wasn't tired, though. She was used to getting up this early. She did almost every day at the Goldhawk facility. She slid out of bed almost robotically. Looking around the room she saw the door to the bathroom, one of them, anyway. She walked inside, locking the door behind her. She turned on the water and waited for it to heat up.
After her shower, Anastasia felt much more... alive. Thoughts began to form and she felt like less of a machine and more of a living being. She brushed her teeth until her gums felt like they were about to bleed, then started on her sopping hair. She blow-dried it until it was dry, and hung in a light halo around her head. As for makeup she didn't do much, just some brown eyeliner and mascara. She didn't need to do much else; her skin was already perfect, and her brows naturally full. There was some benefits to being genetically modified. She walked back to her bed wearing her pajamas (basically what she had worn the day before). She rummaged through a backpack under her bed. She pulled out some high-waisted skinny bluejeans, a brown leather belt (to match her jacket) and a green tank top which she tucked into her jeans. Then she pulled out some suede boots with a low heel. In the heel there were pockets for throwing knives. (She had laced them with poison). She changed into the outfit and walked into the kitchen, happy to allow herself to let her wings show. She opened the fridge door to get some hibiscus tea.

{{Here are the links for Anastasia's outfit.}}
This is the top
This is the jacket
These are the jeans
These are the boots. Imagine a secret pocket for the knife[s] in the heel & concealed in the sole.

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha woke up, and felt dried tears on her face. She got up and rummaged around in various drawers for clothes and took them in the bathroom. She had remembered what the girl who chased her had done with her wings, and so, she pulled her wings around, but was not used to the pressure. After a quich gust of air her wings had spung back to their original position. She frowned. Tabs took her burgandy boat-neck and pulled it gingerly over her arms. Tabitha pulled some grey slacks on under the shirt. Tabitha thought back to her encounter with the other tendit and tried her wings again. After several more failed attempts, she finally got it to work. She heard the tinkling of glass in the kitchenesque room and went to show whoever was in there. "Anastasia!!! Look!! I got it to look like that girl!" But she was only able to hold it for a few minutes. It sprung back. She frowned. Then, silently, fixed herself a glass of milk.

[Avaloni]

{{Remember, Anastasia doesn't know Starling Glass. Also, the position of folding the wings does hurt a little}}

Anastasia

Anastasia looked at Tabitha with a small cup of fresh hibiscus tea in her hands. "That looks cool but, ummm... like who?" The way Tabs folded her wings looked like a sloppy shawl made out of feathers. With a few adjustments it might look elegant. She took a sip from her cup. "It looked kind of uncomfortable, though. Was it?" She asked, watching the girl's wings unfurl into their natural position. Anastasia wasn't very hungry for breakfast, but out of habit she looked through the fridge for something to eat, settling for a plastic cup of greek yoghurt. She picked up a steel spoon. Her yoghurt was plain with no flavoring, so Anastasia looked in the pantry, pulling out pure vanilla extract and honey. She peeled off the tinfoil wrapper of her yoghurt and added in the honey, and then poured in a small amount of vanilla. She set the vanilla and honey down, then raised her spoon like a sword, or perhaps a sorceress' wand, and with a look of concentration, stirred it all together, adding more honey when needed.

[Avaloni]

(This is time-skipped a little.)

Tags:
Draven Glass • Starling Glass
• Starting the Chase • "Bloodhounds"

Starling almost purred as the scent of fresh air touched her nose. She loved that smell, and it was a lovely night. The streets glistened almost as if it had just rained. It hadn't, though. It was the faulty sprinklers near the front of the facility. Her brother's voice echoed through her ear, almost as if he was in two places at once... which was almost true. His voice projected both from right next to her, and from her earpiece.

"Starling, why don't we just question Sal first..?" Starling grimaced, as if Draven's question was the embodiment of idiocy.

"Because Sal's dead!" She retorted. Silence....

"Oh."

"You would have known this if you'd have read the file."
Starling, as usual, was correct. Draven would've known this, as well as a wealth of other things, if he'd read the manilla file labeled "Project Bloodhounds" The bloodhounds, of course, were the twins. Their mission was to bring back 'Tabitha' a young escapee from section E of the Goldhawk facility.

"Well, what first?" Draven asked. Starling glowered as she heard his voice through the earpiece.

"Shut your mic off I'm right here!" She growled.
He glared back at her but obeyed. Starling had the ability to have drastic mood swings. The two walked in silence, Starling in a low-backed navy evening dress with her wings wrapped around her in a perfect feather shawl. It didn't exactly blend in, but it hid her wings perfectly. Draven was wearing a suit and matching slacks. He fidgeted in his jacket uncomfortably. Starling put on a fake smile as they walked past Ribbon and crossed the street, approaching Kerri Lane. A bright, yellow Taxi rolled by, the dawn's light reflecting off the shiny paint which must've been either new or freshly waxed. Starling held up her hand, trying for the driver's attention. The taxi rolled alongside the road, pulling to a stop. Draven opened the door for his sister as she scooted inside. She held onto her clutch as she got inside, which had a two-sided rollerball for perfume. One side was perfume, the other.... wasn't. As her brother awkwardly fit himself inside the car, she put on perfume, intoxicating the whole cab with it's sickly sweet scent. From a distance it actually smelled good, and it did after it wore off a little, but as of right now at the present moment it was overpowering. Draven tried not to sneeze at it.

"Where to?" The taxi driver asked in a drawl that sounded a little southern. Draven tried very hard to remember. Starling looked at him with, eyes prodding him, urging him to answer. Just as her face started to fall in disappointment Draven replied.

"29th street, sir." Starling smiled at her brother, happy he was able to remember. "What's your names?" The driver asked, starting the engine, and turning his radio low enough to not be annoying.

"Ryker" Draven replied, using the first name that popped into his head. Ryker, like Ryker's island, the old prison in New York...

"I'm Saffron." Starling lied. Saffron was a favorite cover name of hers, although for no particular reason in general.

"Ah." The taxi driver said, almost wistfully. "I'm Tobias, and I suppose you two are headed somewhere fancy?"

Starling was quick to respond, usually the talker between the two of them. "Yes. My brother and I are headed to the performance of Wicked in Chardonnay Hall."

"I've always wanted to see that." The taxi driver said.

"Me too."

The taxi driver didn't say much else, and neither of the twins volunteered any information. Draven gave Starling a questioning look and mouthed the word "Wicked?" She nodded. He was asking if they really were going to see the performance of the show. They really were. That was why they dressed so nice, the main reason, anyway. They suspected a rouge Goldhawk handler who had something to do with the tendit's escape would be there. The ex-handler's name was Gregory Barnes, and he would be there with his newly aquired girlfriend, Dianne Ruques. She was a Goldhawk sympathizer that they had little to no information on... Starling gathered her skirts as the taxi rolled to a stop. Draven paid the driver and they both got out, walking closely to the front door of Chardonnay hall.

These are the links for the outfits mentioned.
This is Starling's Dress. {Front}
This is Starling's Dress {Back}
This is Starling's Clutch
This is Draven's Suit

[lavender & lilac;;]

((I'm thinking about making a new character. I just don't know who...))

[Avaloni]

Okay, That'd be good.... lol, take your time.

[lavender & lilac;;]

((Male Tendit. Still in facility. Also, possible crush on Glass. Depending. I'm thinking somewhat older than Tabitha, but not yet as old as Caroline. Somewhere in between 14 and 17. Just haven't decided.))

Tabitha rubbed her wings. "A little... But I might get used to it. And I don't know her name, but she was one of the tendits chasing after me. Um..." She looked in the cupboards until she found a can of soup. It looked kind of old, but she checked the label and it was still good. After inspecting the ingredients and not finding anything to offset her, she pulled a small blue bowl from the shelf. "Chicken Noodle isn't the most nutritious of soups, but I like it best. It reminds me of some old books I read about kids before the War. Things were... better. I've read about things like plays and operas. I loved music. But..." She was quiet about her voice. She didn't like speaking up much.

In the facility, there was another girl who had liked music. She had loved it so much, she was willing to be branded daily for listening to it. Tabitha had secretly both admired her and feared for her. Her name was like Caroline, or something. But Tabitha had never really seen her. The only people she'd ever really associated with was the other younger tendits. Tabs sighed thinking about it. She whispered, "You know, I used to trust them. I never imagined they would be so- nevermind." She grew a little louder. "But hey. Everyone was treated terribly. I mean, poor Espy has green skin! That can't be easy..."

[Avaloni]

{Alright, that sounds good.. So, he'll have a crush on Starling? She's 16-and-a-half.}

Anastasia

"That's true. Her skin makes it pretty hard for her to blend in... Although none of us are real stealth experts... except maybe that girl you were talking about. If you learn to fold your wings like that, it would be easier to blend in. I enjoy music, too, but I never really got a chance to listen to it, and I'm not all that great at singing." She said. After having devoured her yoghurt, Anastasia put the spoon in the sink and was about to sit down when she heard a knock on the door. Was it someone who had stumbled into the janitor's closet, or did they mean to be there? "It's just me, guys." Shaylee's voice projected half-muffled through the walls, and then the secret door opened. There Shaylee stood with a plastic shopping bag around her arm looking pleased with herself. She looked tired, although she had tried to hide the fact there were dark circles under her eyes they were still visible. Her lipgloss smile seemed sincere, though. "Hello, girls." She said, scanning the room. "Hello." Anastasia replied. "You seem taller than normal." She said, although the moment it had left her mouth she knew it was an odd thing to say.. but to a short girl it was meant as a compliment.
"I do? Oh, thank you. New heels." Shaylee modeled her cream-beige suede platform wedges that must've been over a 5 inch heel. She put the bag down on the countertop. "Where's Esperanza?" She asked. Anastasia shrugged. "Oh," Shaylee sounded a mite disappointed, then back to her original demeanor. "Well, these are for her. She better like it, too, because I went to a store late at night to get them. And I got hit on by a sleazy Goldhawk guy." Anastasia laughed. "I'll tell her."

[lavender & lilac;;]

Tabitha laughed quietly by her bowl of soup. She said, "Last I saw, she was still asleep on the couch." She stood up straighter, as she used to do when adressed or addressing one of the overseers at the Facility. "Thank you, ma'am, for the food. It was very good. I hope I can repay the favor one day. And... thanks for fixing my wounds. I appreciate it." She gave a courtesy and then sat back down at her soup. She ate quietly, looking over at the two older females. "Um, thanks for having me. That's really what I'm trying to say, I guess." Why couldn't she be good with words? Why? Tabitha inwardly prodded herself to say something else, preferably more eloquently. She instead just gave a sigh and went back to silently eating her soup.

((Courtesy is the original form of Curtsey, I'm just trying to bring it back. I read LotR recently and found that out. You learn something new every day! Unless you already knew that. In which case, I must be coming off as super presumptuous. Feel free to hate me. ))