"What's taking them so long?" Jax grumbled impatiently as she waited with the younger kids outside McDonald's. Being the youngest of the Flock, she never got to be part of anything. It wasn't fair! She was thirteen, almost fourteen. It wasn't like she was some little kid! Plus, she could fight pretty decently, but Reese and Winston would never let her try. "They tell us to hurry, and now they're holding us up." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed.
(They're back at the shelter)
(wait I thought they brought them back in the McDonald's when they were fighting, ans they fought the Erasers outside)
"What's taking them so long?" Jax grumbled impatiently as she waited with the younger kids outside McDonald's. Being the youngest of the Flock, she never got to be part of anything. It wasn't fair! She was thirteen, almost fourteen. It wasn't like she was some little kid! Plus, she could fight pretty decently, but Reese and Winston would never let her try. "They tell us to hurry, and now they're holding us up." She leaned against the wall, her arms crossed.
“I dunno,” Fox replied, equally annoyed. He crossed his arms sullenly. He was the second youngest, and he hated being excluded just as much as Jax, despite his lack of decent fighting skills. “They never tell us anything. If they don’t come back in the next five minutes, we should go see what they’re doing.”
"Agreed," she murmured, running a hand through her hair. Her wings itched to break out of her clothes, to push her up into the air and fly, but if she did that she could reveal all of them. So she just had to mind it a bit longer.
(wait I thought they brought them back in the McDonald's when they were fighting, ans they fought the Erasers outside)
(Nah, they're at a shelter)
"They got hurt, and they're trying to fix it themselves somehow," Nickel said, crossing his arms. "But they could be tracking us - we'd never know until it was too late -" He paused and scrunched his nose. "Yeah. Five minutes."
Winston followed in about 5 minutes, wincing at the sight of his friend's would.
"That looks much than I thought it was," he mumbled, stepping inside and shutting the door with his foot.
(Much?)
"I just need help bandaging it up and cleaning it so we can get a move on. It would do it very sloppily and it would end up hurting more." Reese said, trying to flex his arm to see how far he could move it before his shoulder hurt
"We ain't got no time," he said, shaking his head. "We gotta get going. I'll tape it up once we get to where we gettin'."
"Wouldn't they be able to track us by the scent of our blood?" He asked
"They'll track us by the blood either way, man," he said, running a hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. "Wrappin' it up don' stop the bleedin'."
"Fine, whatever. Let's just go." He said, grabbing a couple strips of fabric and roughly tying them around his shoulder. He tied one last knot and looked at his shoulder to see a very weird jumble of knots. He cursed lowly and put his sweatshirt back on. "You coming?" He asked, leaving the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," he said, opening the door and stepping out of the bathroom. We need to split up from the flock. We're just gonna get the others killed.
“It’s been like four minutes, right?” Fox asked. His sense of time wasn’t the best, but he was trying to figure out how much longer until they went looking for the others.
(Hey could someone summarize what happened while I was gone? I can't make much sense of what happened.)
(Reese and Winston are cleaning off their wounds and everyone else is waiting for them but some of the younger kids are planning to go see what’s taking them so long. Does that make sense?)
"If I had to guess, I'd say yeah," Callie piped up. She hadn't really wanted to say anything. Despite being the same age as Fox and equally annoyed, she knew that everyone in the flock wanted to protect each other. This was probably to keep them safe, right? Still, she couldn't stifle the feeling that she wanted to help more. It wasn't like she couldn't fight–she could be just as good as them if they'd let her, dammit–and her senses definitely came in handy.
"We should probably check on them," Jax suggested in a low voice. "Before, you know, more Erasers come."
Fox nodded. “Let’s go then. They’re taking a long time, and I have the awful feeling they might do something stupid, like try to fight off a whole pack of Erasers by themselves,” he commented.
(Reese and Winston are cleaning off their wounds and everyone else is waiting for them but some of the younger kids are planning to go see what’s taking them so long. Does that make sense?)
(Yeah, that actually makes a lot of sense actually, thanks!)
"I mean, didn't they try to do that earlier?" Ellie asked, overhearing their conversation.
Winston walked back over to the group again, a hand on his lower back. He hid his pain behind a fake smile. "Are you guys ready to go?"
Callie snorted. "You have an awful feeling?" she joked, trying to push that twinge of something's wrong into a more comedic light. Premonition was not all it was cracked up to be. Callie adjusted her glasses. "I'd be willing to bet that's exactly what they're discussing."
(f r i c c just ignore that post)
Fox couldn’t help feeling relieved at the sight of the older boys. “Yeah,” he responded, brows furrowing as he noticed that both Reese and Winston were clearly injured, but he decided not to comment on it. “I’m ready to blow this popsicle stand.”
Ellie jumped as he came back, she didn't expect them back so soon. "Oh, uh, yeah! Feeling any better?" she asked, biting her lip a bit.
