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Post by Ash on Jul 16, 2009 19:30:02 GMT 4
’Need some help?’ A voice behind her, accompanied by the breif touch of a hand on her shoulder startled Dove before she recognised the voice - it was the boy who'd broken out of the School with her. She hesitated to turn round, but did it anyway. She did however, note the slight tone of worry in the boy's voice. "Nah, I'm fine thanks." That statement was unconvincing as her knee buckled, ending up with Dove only just catching herself and stopping her from falling down again by grabbing a small low branch. She ignored what had just happened, embarrassed and glad for the night - this way he couldn't see her blush, hopefully. "Thanks for getting me out of there, especially when you were at risk. But, why did you do it?" Dove really was puzzled - she'd told him to get out. Maybe he'd took her words a different way, she hadn't exactly been clear when she'd said it. It wasn't as if they knew each other anyway.
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Post by Catalyst on Sept 12, 2009 0:36:19 GMT 4
Sorrow flinched as Dove fell, well almost. She caught herself on a branch. He hesitated, then held her waist until she steadied herself. When he felt she wasn’t going to fall over again, he let go and looked away. ‘Thanks for getting me out of there, especially when you were at risk. But, why did you do it?’ Dove asked. Sorrow immediately flicked his hair in front of his green eyes. The truth was he really didn’t know. Maybe it was because she had helped him out of his cage, or maybe it was because she reminded him of Joy? After waiting a few seconds, he shrugged in response, still not meeting her gaze. He turned slightly away from her and leaned against the trunk of the tree, whose twisting branched hid the thin crescent moon from his sight. After waiting for another few seconds that felt like eternity, he plucked up his courage and turned back to Dove. ‘My name’s Sorrow, by the way.’ He said, his hair covering his eyes so he didn’t have to look her directly in the eye. He flexed his wings, which had cooled down after feeling hot from exercise. He decided he was good to fly for another while. ‘Are you able to fly?’ He asked, peering at Dove’s whiteish grey wings. They looked pretty battered. He could always carry her again if she couldn’t. He just didn’t want to risk the whitecoats catching up to them.
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Post by Ash on Sept 12, 2009 0:38:52 GMT 4
As he caught her waist and steadied her, Dove blushed. Again. She'd have to get that under control. He didn't answer her question, so she guessed that either he didn't know or he didn't want to tell, which was fine. It was his choice, and Dove wasn't one to pry. He turned away from her, as if thinking, and it took him a while to find the confidence or something to tell her his name. ‘My name’s Sorrow, by the way.’ Dove smiled shyly and nodded, taking one hand off the trunk. "Thanks again, Sorrow." She noticed he flicked his hair in front of his eyes alot. ‘Are you able to fly?’ As he asked the question, Dove glanced back at her wings. Jeez - they looked bad. She winced mentally at their sight, then shrugged. "Yeah, I can try at least." She replied, still not looking at Sorrow and keeping her chestnut hair in front of her face. "So, where are we headed first? Hotel or food place?"
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Post by Catalyst on Sept 13, 2009 14:04:56 GMT 4
Sorrow half smiled as Dove said thanks to him. ‘Any time‘ He said kindly, meaning it. He glanced at her through his hair, seeing her looking back at her wings. He stood up straight again as she said that she might be able to fly. He nodded in response and looked out, seeing the small town he had landed near. ’So, where are we headed first? Hotel or food place?’ She asked. Sorrow shrugged. He didn’t feel tired, but he did feel extremely hungry. ’Im hungry.’ He said, only realizing it sounded stupid after he said it. He wasn’t one for talking much. He was more the kind of person that would fade into the background when people were having a conversation. He readied himself to fly, waiting for Dove to go first.
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Post by Ash on Sept 13, 2009 19:16:29 GMT 4
Dove smiled again. Sorrow sounded so kind. She glanced up at the sky. "I'm hungry." "Food it is then." Dove giggled quietly. "Come to think of it, I'm hungry too." She let go of the tree, finding herself able to stand pretty well. Without support anyway. As Sorrow readied himself for flight, Dove glanced back at her wings and stretched them. They needed a good clean to get back to their healthy state. Now or never, she reckoned. Dove opened her wings, ignoring the stiff achy feeling. That was relatively normal for wings to ache when not used for a while. Dove started running, if a little wobbly. She jumped and flapped her wings. About 5 seconds on flight later, a ripping pain tore through her right wing and Dove bit back a scream. She instinctively folded her wings and crashed to the ground. Her lip was bleeding again. Sitting up into a cross legged position, Dove gingerly outstretched her right wing and curved it round. She couldn't see anything wrong with it.
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Post by Catalyst on Sept 13, 2009 20:14:10 GMT 4
Sorrow flinched as Dove fell, well almost. She caught herself on a branch. He hesitated, then held her waist until she steadied herself. When he felt she wasn’t going to fall over again, he let go and looked away. 'Thanks for getting me out of there, especially when you were at risk. But, why did you do it?' Dove asked. Sorrow immediately flicked his hair in front of his green eyes. The truth was, he really didn’t know. Maybe it was because she had helped him out of his cage, or maybe it was because she reminded him of Joy? After waiting a few seconds, he shrugged in response, still not meeting her gaze. He turned slightly away from her and leaned against the trunk of the tree, whose twisting branched hid the thin crescent moon from his sight. After waiting for another few seconds that felt like eternity, he plucked up his courage and turned back to Dove. 'My name’s Sorrow, by the way.' He said, his hair covering his eyes so he didn’t have to look her directly in the eye. He flexed his wings, which had cooled down after feeling hot from exercise. He decided he was good to fly for another while. 'Are you able to fly?' He asked, peering at Dove’s whiteish grey wings. They looked pretty battered. He could always carry her again if she couldn’t. He just didn’t want to risk the whitecoats catching up to them.
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Post by Ash on Sept 13, 2009 20:48:55 GMT 4
((ooc: I think you got the wrong one there lolz))
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Post by Nic on Sept 22, 2009 2:31:40 GMT 4
Thread is locked for further review please check and answer the character Bio questions and this thread will be once again opened after review thank you very much and sorry for the inconvinience have a nice day! =D
- Nic
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