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[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

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

Thim M.| Head Fighter

If 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 dogs

Rocky| Fighter| Eraser

Go 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

[belle noire]

Ariana:

Ariana blushed, looking at Char and Zane from behind her fingers. Giggling at Zane's pink-tinged aura, she wondered if he really liked Char. Ari shrugged, stretching out her wings slightly, their white feathers mingling with the sun and creating a sort of angelic look about her. The nine year old held out her hand, smiling deviously when the leaves began to swirl around Zane and Char, creating what she thought was a romantic swirl of colors.

{o-o If they aren't at the temporary camp then I will modify XD}

[gizmo,]

(( Anyone? ))

[cloudling]

Charlotte Jamison || Leader || The Flock

Mood: ...
Talking To: Zane Devir/Ariana Graye
Action: Yelling

Charlotte looked up momentarily to see Zane fuming about something for some unknown reason. Urg, guys these days. She rolled her turquoise colored eyes. "Yeah, it's kind of my job to protect The Flock as leader." she said, shrugging. After all, it was her job to keep everyone safe and to keep order. "No proble-" she started, but was cut off as Zane threw is arms around her neck and kissed her, dragging her down on him. Disgusted, she punched his gut and jumped into the air, landing lightly a few meters away from him. Zane was another story. She had punched so hard that he flew into the air and crashed into a tree. The blow wasn't that hard, though. Giving him a furious glare, she flew away from the trees, grabbing Ariana by the arm and dragging the nine-year-old deeper into the forest. "Don't tell, Ari." she said in an urgent tone.

((@Shawty: I have a open charrie, Daphne. Her form isn't up, though. Too lazy. xp))

[gizmo,]

(( Okay. You want a girl or guy? ))

[cloudling]

((Guy. And I'm changing her name to Willow. I don't like the name Daphne anymore. And just a heads-up, I may not reply fast, because I am doing homework at the same time.))

[gizmo,]

(( Alright xD Did you ever make that guy? And you post first, so I know what to post. Also, I may post slow since I'm on several RPs, so I'm trying to juggle them. ))

[cloudling]

Willow Contraire || Hunter || The Flock

Mood: Neutral
Talking To: ---
Action: Watching/Thinking

Willow was bored, and sitting on the ground. Charlotte had gone off somewhere with Zane and Ariana. And Thim was attempting to cook something actually edible for The Flock to eat. Sighing, Willow yawned and laid down on the ground, gazing at the stars.

((WB. and i never made the guy... :S))

[gizmo,]

(( xD Can you? Pleeease?<3 ))

(( Posting ))

[gizmo,]

Ryder || Fighter || 18 || The Flock

Wind soaring through his wings, his deep green eyes closed, Ryder was flying- no floating- through the air. His wide, tanned arms were outstretched, his fingers caressing the silky smooth air that flowed around him. Where he was headed, he hadn't a clue, he just knew he was going. After a few moments of floating, his eyes shot open at a unfamiliar, yet unfamiliar, hit him like an oncoming bus. Without zero hesitation, he flew lower and lower, his gaze searching the undergrowth articulately. Within a few seconds, his gaze settled on Willow, who was part of the flock with him. Mentally slapping himself, he angled his chiseled body toward where she was laying down. He should have recognized her scent, but, like always, his senses failed him utterly.

Landing softly, almost inaudibly, a small smile played at the edge of his lips as he stood watching her from afar. He knew she was aware of him, for she could no doubt scent him as well. Instead of making his way over to her as he had originally planned, his feet stayed planted in their very spot. His green-eyed gaze was trained on her every movement, the way she licked her lips, the way the wind tousled her hair. It wasn't just her when it came to his observation skills. He always watched everyone-studied them. He believed knowledge was power- though power was power as well. A scoff escaped his chapped lips, and he inwardly scolded himself. MNake himself known in the most obvious way, why don't he? Finally coming to a conclusion- a rather shaky one at that- he slowly made his ay over to the girl, step by step. When he was in talking distance, and she in listening distance, he spoke up a friendly greeting. Hello Willow. How are you today? He gave her a wide, toothy smile, as he towered over her resting self. Sliding his hands into his jeans pockets, his green eyes continued to watch her, with an amused expression floating about inside their irises.