Fly with Us... A MR RP! Book Two: Flight or Fight?

[Yay I didn't see your post right away - I got 20 mins. Wanna RP? My character's name is Falcon.]

((Sure, I have Lesley. You start?))

[Nooo you start, pleeze.]

((Fine))


Lesley was flying somewhere over New York. Her golden curls were tied back with a peice of string. It was night, so she wasn't very visible except for the gold specks in her pure black wings.

[Sorry, I was having trouble w/ my comp refreshing da page... now replaying.]

sweettee11 wrote:((Fine))


Lesley was flying somewhere over New York. Her golden curls were tied back with a peice of string. It was night, so she wasn't very visible except for the gold specks in her pure black wings.

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Falcon, dark haired, and blue eyed, crouched on the top of a cement-building. He was orphaned. He lived on the streets - because his life worked out that way.

Lesley landed quickly in a grove of trees. She was shielded in darkness, with no one around.

Falcon leapt off the building, his huge wings working powerfully, as he lifted off into the night. The cloud-cover was light, and the moon shone brightly, sending midnight stripes across his black-raven-like-wings.

Lesley looked up in the sky. She saw the moon, the sky, and a pair of black wings.

He flew higher, feeling the breeze rush through his feathers. He dipped low, then, remembering to keep into the cover of the shadows. but it was a long way down, now.

Lesley got tired of staring up at the sky. She pushed off the ground and opened her wings.

Falcon skidded to a stop along the roof of a building, extending his wings so he wouldn't loose his balance.

Lesley flew above building after building. She didn't want to stop.

[I only got a little while left - wanna do a on-going RP ]

sweettee11 wrote:Lesley flew above building after building. She didn't want to stop.

Falcon skidded to the edge of a building, and saw another strange shape swoop nearby. He stopped, puzzled.

((Sureee))

Lesley landed smoothly on a building, making no noise at all.

[Kay ]

Falcon watched her, sort of puzzled. He didn't know there where more like him - though he had sort of guessed it, and he had never imagined meeting one. A mutant. Like him.

Lesley felt like someone was watching her. SHe spun around.

The girl whirrled around, and Falcon stood. He was very tall, 6'4, with jaggedly-cut coal-black hair, and eyes the color of the sea at twilight.

"Who are you?" asked Lesley.

Falcon paused a moment, before replying. "My name's Falcon." he said.

"I'm Lesley. I suppose you are another bird kid. Or someone sent to kill me" said Lesley.

[Sorry X) I had a bunch goin' on...]

Falcon blinked. "I had thought the same of you. But I'm not going to kill you," he said. "But the question is: are you here to kill me?"

"No. I was just flying around" said Lesley quietly.

He blinked, then nodded. "Me to."