OOC: >:D Heheheh! Don't worry, drama for charries is moi's middle name.
Zane D.| Second in Command
There isn't a thing called 'dark and dangerous.' For me, it's 'dark, handsome, cool, witty, and dangerous'

Zane looked up as Char bandaged his cuts and fumed about silently for a moment. She did look pretty worried as she applied oitment to his wounds, and just plain 'ol pretty. Zane threw on a lopsided smile, which gave him the appearance of a stray begging for food. "Aw, Char..." he said cheerfully, "You where worried all about me? Ain't that sweet," he widened his grin and brushed a stray strand of hair off her smooth cheek. "Thanks for coming to find me, Char," And with that, he leaned forwards, threw his arms around her and kissed her, thinking, I love you, Char,
Mood: Cheerful
Action: Talking, kissing
Action to: Char
The Maurader's Map wrote:Thim M.| Head FighterIf you believe you can fly, you can't, don't hurt yourself immitating us freaks.Lany nodded to Char, and began to gather some sticks and such for a small fire. She crossed her fingers and took up her spark rocks, which she liked alot because they never wore out. She slapped them together with a sharp crack, and a spark fluttered to life on the pile of small branches. Lany grinned happily before pulling out some food that they had. Let's see, she thought cheerily, What has we gots now for fud? Hmmmmm.... She pulled out some packaged hotdogs. Not the most healty food on the planet, but if you made 'em Chicago style, it was a total heart attack. Of course, the flock was used to being attacked, but not with belly aches and heartburn. Besides, she didn't want anyone to get a craving for them, or go loopy from all the extra junk on the beef link.
Thim shrugged and skewered the sausages on sharp sticks and set them gingerly over the small blaze that warmed her front. Soon, the entire place smelled like roasting piggie, and Lanu began to pull them off onto a large paper plate. Paper plates, She thought ruefully, Will be the death of us all.
OOC: Chicago style hotdogs are way too much for me, but my dad likes them. I just like mustard and ketchup. Dad say's its against the law to put ketchup on your hotdog in Chicago. o.0 Pssh, don't see any police after me.
Really on topic: They're in Pheonix, right? In the ruralish area, and can they see the lights from houses? Also, where are the Erasers? Back where they started, or in Pheonix with the flock?Mood: Mild
Action: Attempting to cook, WARNING: Stay back!
Action To: Hot dogsRocky| Fighter| EraserGo away
Rocky leaned back slowly, bored and tired. Those stupid birds, she thought scornfully. Why do the gosh darn things have to move so dang fast? Can't they take the bus? She growled softly. With her deep, gray eyes shut at the moment and her red hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head, she looked like any normal fourteen year old girl living in the area. Except for her company.
Erasers.
They didn't look nearly as innocent as her, and even she looked a little suspicious.Mood: Agitated
Action: Sitting
Action To: No one