forum Roleplay, anyone? (permanently closed)

Started January 25, 2018 by @blue_topaz

tune

"Just wait til you see my feathers when they grow back,"

"Ooh, I bet they're gorgeous. Stunning, can't wait to see them!" She exclaimed.

"Hah." He exhaled, and whispered, "I have an idea.."

"mm? what is it?" She asked, lifting her eyebrows

"Escape this place," he spoke back.

HELL NO

"…Peter?" Her smiled faded slightly. "You could get hurt.. I don't think it's a good idea.."

"Just the hospital," he replied, "I'm as bored as you are,"

Skylar sighed. "ok…" She said. "But even if you start to hurt anywhere we are coming back. Pronto." She stressed the last word with care, staring daggers into his eyes.

"Ace!" Blake slid off the chair in surprise, landing on the ground with a loud thud. He stayed where he was on the ground, whining dramatically.

"Okay." He kindly (wisely) acquiesced to that rule.

Ace laughed, "You're adorable, Blake."

Back at the flat, Augustus and Cruz had accidentally slipped into a skirmish. With Cruz's phenomenally short fuse, August was almost always walking on eggshells with his friend.

"I don't understand how you're so happy all the time. You act like nothing's wrong. Like she isn't dead, like my uncle isn't dead, like I can still see," Cruz hissed. It was just kind of.. flying out of his mouth. Against his better judgement.

Augustus bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to make it bleed. He had to hold his tongue, he had to keep his sanity. "I just don't let it control me," he murmured back unsteadily, trying to control his defensive anger like one would try to hold a wet bar of soap.

Skylar continued staring until she was content. "Ok. Well then lets go!" She smiled.

"Ellis?" He turned his head.

"Yeah?" His brother called back, voice muffled by the restroom door.

"You can come out now. We're going home,"

"Home?" The little ginger opened the door, a happy light glimmering in his eyes at the idea. The phrase, the concept. Home.

"I am not!" Blake protested, getting up and shaking out his wings for good measure. He lazily stretched his arms out, grumbling about being tough under his breath.

"Don't—" Cruz's hands were shaking, so he balled them into fists. "Because you can just let it go, can't you?" He retorted, his sightless eyes squinted. "You have no idea what this is like?" He smacked the wall with his palm.

"I-I know." August answered tensely. His blood pressure was probably about ready to burst his veins. He wished Cruz would just grasp the idea that August was hurting as well. And they were friends— this was a relationship. Friends rely on one another for happiness.

Ace smiled. "You are." he leaned onto the bed and patted his bleeding stomach. "When do I get out of here?"

"I dunno, man. Do I look like a doc to you?" Blake shrugged. "I'll go find someone to ask." And with that he wandered out the door, yawning. He couldn't see anyone nearby and went to check by the restrooms. It was the only place he knew his way back to Ace's room from.

Sky smiled, watching Ellis stick his head out of the bathroom door.

Ace sat up and stared at the ground. I have to keep my friends safe.

"Yep," Peter stood from the bed, folding his featherless wings close against his back. They looked so strangely small without the curtain of dusty blue.

He scampered out, skippily with joy, "Yay!"

Blake received a few weird looks from people as he walked. Though even he had to admit, it was probably a little startling to see a 6 foot man with white wings stomping his way through the halls. Let alone the fact that both his clothes and feathers were spattered with dried blood, and he was singing City is Ours by Big Time Rush under his breath. A song that hadn't been cool since 2010.