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Post by Callum Worthy on Jan 29, 2015 17:47:17 GMT
Cal soared high over the trees, the wind in his bird-face, enjoying every second of being able to fly, to be somewhere where he wasn't being hunted, where he could finally be free. He began to fly lower, and, eventually stopped on a tree branch, shifting into human form, stretching out his wings. He lay his back against the smooth bark of the tree, happy to have the warm glow of the sun on his face. He sighed happily. He looked around when he heard a noise, which sounded like a half-blood.
(So excited for this new character!)
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Post by Diana Roche on Jan 29, 2015 18:08:55 GMT
(Make sure to be active on other accounts as well!)
Music was the win in the trees, the drops of rain in a puddle, the pounding of a strong heart. To Diana, it was HER. She felt it m, the rhythm, the dynamics, the pitch. It was her addiction. Her muse. Her love.
Dee smiled, her wings stretched out wide, white and soft. She raised her arms like wings themselves, balancing and bending to the music she sung. The lyrics of the cup song flowed to her, and the melody just rang in her ears. High pitched, smooth, perfect, she sang it loud and clear, unaware of anything around her, not caring anyway.
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Post by Callum Worthy on Jan 29, 2015 18:16:31 GMT
Cal turned his head in the younger girl's direction, paying attention to her. Wow, she's a good singer, he thought. He jumped out of the tree a few yards away from her, and used his wings to float gently down. He watched the girl, and when it seemed she was done, he clapped, walking over to her. "You've got a beautiful voice, I hope you know that." He said.
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Post by Diana Roche on Jan 29, 2015 18:24:04 GMT
Deesmiles warmly, folding her large wings back into her shoulder blades, rubbing her arm gently as returned them to her sides. "Thank you," the half-blood agreed, twirling a strand of hair between her middle and index fingers. "I'm Diana. Some call me Dee. It's all the same, though." She smiled wider
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Post by Callum Worthy on Jan 29, 2015 18:40:32 GMT
Logan nodded his head kindly. "Nice to meet you Diana." He said, holding out his hand, "I'm Callum, but some call me Cal. I'm new to this school, and I'm have golden eagle." He looked behind him and saw carved on a tree the japanese symbol for death. He slowly rubbed it with his finger. "What is this?" He murmered to himself, his curiosity getting the best of him. "Why would someone have wrote this?"
(This is logan's doings.)
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Post by Diana Roche on Jan 30, 2015 3:17:16 GMT
Diana gracefully floated next to Callum, examining it with her finger. The one other language she sort of knew was Japanese, and she studied it deeply. It was scrawled poorly, obviously not by a native or anyone that did speak or write Japanese, though with some careful examination. Dee shrugged. "It means death, destruction, oblivion," she answered carefully, quickly realizing her mistake. She never wanted anyone to know she knew another language. "Eeerrr... U think." Dee blushed, twirling a larger bit if hair, hoping Cal hadn't noticed her slip up.
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Post by Callum Worthy on Jan 30, 2015 15:27:05 GMT
Cal rose his eyebrows in suprise. "You're a smart little girl." He said, giving her a warm smile. "But, who would have wrote that, and why would they have wrote that?" He asked. He turned back to Diana. Cal face was laces with concern, worry, but not fear. "It could be a threat." He said. "I better talk with the principle, Claire." He looked at Diana.
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Post by Diana Roche on Jan 30, 2015 16:34:33 GMT
"Eh, thanks, uh," Dee responded nervously. "And yeah. Uh, we don't need to go to her now. I mean, we can just... Chill. Right?"
(PM!!)
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Post by Callum Worthy on Feb 16, 2015 12:50:11 GMT
"Sure, we can just chill. I find the forest quite relaxing, never really seen anything like it." Cal responded, taking a look at the scenery, letting the peace and calmness engulf him, besides the fact that there could be killers around.
"So," He began. "How did you find out about here? The letter?"
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Post by Diana Roche on Feb 16, 2015 16:16:09 GMT
Diana gave him a confused look, batted her eyes. "Letter? There was a letter? (No, there wasn't) I didn't get it. I just heard about it from a few bickering half-bloods and bought one of their tickets." She laughed a little. But it hadn't been that funny when it happened. "What about you? How'd you get here?"
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Post by Callum Worthy on Feb 16, 2015 22:24:19 GMT
"Oh, I just was assuming... never mind." He said, sighing. "Well, I got here because one of my friends had been mentioning it, before he had died. His name was Kevin."
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Post by Diana Roche on Feb 17, 2015 0:21:20 GMT
Narrowing her eyes, Diana racked her memories for recollection of the name. She thought she had seen it written on a single headstone in the graveyard, but she might have been mistaken. "Sorry, the name doesn't ring any bells. But I'm sure Kevin's a nice guy."
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Post by Callum Worthy on Feb 17, 2015 12:46:02 GMT
"He was." Cal said. Cal stretched out his wings, and slowly raised himself into the air. "Care for a fly?" He asked.
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Post by Diana Roche on Feb 17, 2015 22:35:44 GMT
"Oh.." Was all Diana could manage in response to his hint to Kevin's death. Licking her lips slightly, she shrugged, gathered herself, and stretched her own large white wings out. "Sure." I hope it takes my mind of things. Callum seems like a nice guy. She rose steadily, hovered above the treeline, and looked down, waiting for Callum.
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