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Jun 23, 2016 23:14:24 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jun 23, 2016 23:14:24 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] “ You want me to what?” “Just rearrange the letters on the sign to give the title of the new play, Adam. You’ve done it before.” “ And I took the sign down with me…” “Listen, everything you touch comes down with you. Just change the damn letters.” The brunette could only stare at the little bucket of letters in disdain as they were shoved into his arms by the theater manager. He squeaked out a final ‘but’ only to get a rough pat on the head and instructions on where the ladder was located. It was an early evening in New York City and a slow day in the theater as the current cast was still just simply practicing for the upcoming performances they’d be expected to perform. Adam had managed to score the position of the understudy of one of the side roles this time around, something he was excited about, but as usual, he didn’t expect to really have the chance to be the one on stage. So there he was, doing what some might equate to grunt work. The crowds of the sidewalk created a gap for him as he stepped out of the theater with his ladder in tow. The world paid no mind to the unknown regular old Adam just trying to figure out how to unlock the ladder and properly unfold it. He didn’t dislike this work at least; he was involved with what he loved after all. But it was nothing like being the actor he used to be back in high school, you know? What he’d give to go back and just relive those days… As that thought crossed his mind and Adam finally unfolded the ladder, he could only visibly pause, before slumping forward with a heavy sigh against the ladder. “ That’s what I should have asked fo—WOAH!” His hindsight was interrupted by his cry of surprise as the ladder he had leaned on suddenly snapped back shut and fell over - taking him with it. Hitting the ground and knocking over his bucket of letters, the crowds passing the poor lad on the street mostly just slowed to stare at him. Some wandered over to try and help him, but as he started to get up and assure them he was okay, they’d swiftly be off on their way. It would then leave Adam with the unfortunate task of having to try to find and pick up every letter that had predictably spilled out from the bucket he had accidentally knocked over just now. It was just another unfortunate day for Adam Meriwether, though. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Cupid on Jun 24, 2016 7:48:57 GMT
For a person that was quite practically homeless, jobless, and pretty much effectively useless, one would think that such a person would have all the time in the world. He didn't have many commitments after all, but on the contrary he had plenty to do. Recently he'd been helping a friend of a friend find a decent place in town that didn't look too shabby, had a fair amount of friendlies and a lower amount of trouble and traffic. Finding such a place in Kingsport was difficult, if you didn't want to pay for it with mounds of money that is. He would know clearly. Alas, he would do anything to help someone that needed it, even if that meant scoping out the city while he ran errands.
At least the weather was relatively manageable, and despite the occasional current causing him to waver overall he had fairly good visibility of the city. Adjusting the yellow shades he kept over his eyes, to help deflect some of the light from bothering his retinas, Cedric ducked closer to street level, lowering altitude to get a better look at street names as he passed them. Making mental notes of each, he remembered suddenly that he had to deliver a large package of mail before he'd left.
"Shit!" He swore sharply, pulling his cell from his coat pocket. If he could just get someone to meet him somewhere. Then again, he was supposed to be laying low and here he was running errands, openly flying around town. If a hero saw him out here. this realization was terrifying in itself. God knows he couldn't go to jail...prison! He wouldn't be able to sleep on some metal bed with freakin wings!
In mid flight, he lifted his eyes, the text to his friend momentarily stopped but that wasn't the only thing that did. Hues growing wide, he gasped sharply, reflexively dropping his phone as he found himself flying right into a sign night more than a few feet away. With the speed he'd been going, he knew he couldn't just adjust enough to not hit the thing. This was gonna hurt.
Cedric tilted, doing his best to pull himself up enough to try and miss the damn sign, but as he'd predicted he still slammed his left side hard into it. Gasping in pain as he spin from the impact, Cedric was tossed at least fifteen feet away from the obstruction before he hit the pavement. Trust...that really did hurt. He was left groaning like some sick patient in the hospital, and not unlike someone in the hospital he was actually bleeding in a few places for sure. |
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Post by ADAM on Jun 26, 2016 9:16:04 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] There was really no warning to what was about to happen. Adam stood upright with his bucket of letters just in time to hear a loud BANG from behind him that made him jump and drop his bucket all over again. The sight made him frown for sure and he was ready to pick up all the letters again, but first things first, he wondered what made that sound? So he turned around, and had to pause for a long moment to process exactly what it was he was seeing. Firstly, the sign was now dented and he was fairly certain his boss was not going to believe him when he was going to have to try and explain that the now very bent sign was not bent by his doing. Secondly, he was rather startled to find what it was that had hit the sign in the first place. At first he thought it was just some giant bird accidentally spawned by someone, before a roll revealed it was a person with very white wings. An angel? Or just a misleading power set? Probably the latter. Regardless, it was clear they were in pain, so Adam was quick to rush over to them and panic a little at the sight of the blood. Sometimes, he wanted to wish everyone else was immortal like him, so this kind of panic he felt was no longer necessary. He really needed to stop thinking about wishes though and focus on the fact there was an angel-man bleeding and hurt here! " He-Hey, are you o—Er..." Dumb question. Of course he's not okay, that groan made it clear as day. Adam slid to a stop by the stranger and knelt down in front of him with a worried expression. " Sir, um..." He started anxiously, unsure of where to begin. " Does anything feel broken? Sh-Should I call an ambulance?" Do they have proper medical training to handle bird people? Was that what this person was? A Birdman? Adam shook his head and focused on leaning around to try and get a good look at the damage done as passerbys on the sidewalk would stop and stare as well at the strange scene. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Cupid on Jun 27, 2016 9:10:28 GMT
"Don't text and fly..got it." He groaned, honestly not wanting to move after that fall, but he had to access the damage. His poor phone. God he hoped it hadn't cracked. He barely afforded to purchase the last one. If he didn't have a friend to go and buy him cards to refill his data and minutes he wouldn't even have one in the first place.
Hearing the sound of someone's voice he didn't recognize, Cupid pushed himself up onto hands and knees. Rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand, he frowned as he pulled it back and he saw blood. That would be why it felt like his cheek was in fact burning. This wasn't turning into another bad day. "Fantastic."
He lifted his eyes slowly, seeing the figure of a stranger in his peripherals. That's right, he had heard someone hadn't he? Gaze shifted upward, he raised a brow at the kid then it hit him. He was in public, and on the ground. On the ground in public. Cupid pulled his hood of his light jacket quickly over his head, holding it still as he hid his face best he could from the crowd of people that he noticed had surely been staring this whole time.
"Shit...shitshitshit." He muttered anxiously, returning his attention to the kid. "Hey...There are people staring, do you know if there are any heroes nearby, that live here ya know?" He sounded clearly nervous, and it was a giveaway, he was just terrible at being smooth in moments like these. His wings adjusted as he straightened himself further where he sat, causing the man to wince as he did. Nothing broken, he didn't think, but even Cupid hadn't realized he was bleeding in a couple places. "Ow...moving bad."
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Jun 27, 2016 10:40:52 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jun 27, 2016 10:40:52 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] Well, the Birdman was moving on his own, so that was a good sight. Hopefully he wasn't moving because he was being dumb and neglecting his injuries and was more so moving because the injuries just weren't that bad. Either case still carried the issue of the mysterious Birdman still being hurt, though. The first injury Adam could spot the easiest was the bloody mark on the Birdman's cheek, and the reveal of the person's face quietly assured Adam that it just seemed like this Birdman just had wings and not the whole bird physiology. That would have been a new one for the books for sure. As Not-So-Birdman suddenly hid in his hood, Adam looked at him with only a growing worry and panic. Was someone chasing this guy? It would be Adam's luck to get mixed up in some runaway gone awry. It was obvious this person was trying to hide who they were, and Adam turned to shoot a look at the civilians. Some still stared, others just shrugged it off and walked along. Those that lingered seemed less interested in if Not-So-Birdman was alright and more just interested in his peculiar looks and behavior. Adam ignored those people and looked back to the injured man as he spoke up again. The question was certainly alarming, but nothing new for Adam by this point. He shrugged slightly, and mumbled " I dunno, probably? I try to keep out of the hero-villain mess the most I can..." Which he does, but he's been hardly succesful with that. " You're not some run away criminal or something, are you?" After he asked, Adam had a feeling he was about to be lied to straight to his face. What kind of question was that? Of course a villain would say no and try to get him to help out before the hero caught up. Adam sighed at his fumble, but shook his head and frowned as the other expressed that it hurt to move. Pressing his lips into a flat line, he glanced up at the crowds and then back to the theater he had come out of. It was time to take a small chance here, so while gesturing back to the small theater behind him, Adam offered " If you can get up, we can head inside and I can help patch you up a bit with the first aid kit I got inside?" MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Jun 28, 2016 10:12:26 GMT
Post by Cupid on Jun 28, 2016 10:12:26 GMT
This birdman, though not the finest specimen, certainly wasn't as grotesque as Adam might have imagined. If only he knew what he had been thinking, Cupid would have found it a bit funny at least. Wings yes, the features of a bird no, despite how interesting having some sort of beak might have been.
Anxiously, Cupid peeked over his shoulder at the strangers passing by, catching the eyes of a couple every so often before he promptly reverted them and returned his attention to the kid. He was a kid right? He looked young, and honestly Cupid felt bad for him for bumping into the worst luck imaginable. Him. That being said, he truly didn't mean any harm to come to this kid.
He wasn't some cruel villain that would try and hurt some innocent civilian, but by association he knew this boy could potentially get in some real trouble if he hung around him for too long. It always happened eventually. Whether some hero took notice and pestered the kid, or a real bad guy bothered him to ask where the hell he'd gone. Cupid didn't want to put this boy in any kind of trouble, but glancing over at his wing as he stretched it out so slightly, he knew he couldn't just sit here. He could use the help.
"Runaway?" He paused at the question. Yes and no, but he definitely wasn't going to answer with a 'yes'. "No." The brunette replied as if it was strange that the kid had even asked, shaking his head to emphasize it even. Now, he just had to get up and look for his damn phone. Keep your head down, and you can do this. Cupid lowered his hands from his hood and pressed his palms to the ground to help push him up. Just then he heard the boy's offer however, and it gave him pause a second time. First aid...and he could get away from the crowds for a little until he could move around. He hesitated considering the boys involvement, but if he allowed himself just a little he could definitely get out of his hair in no time.
He sighed, and braced himself as he pushed himself up, his wings reflexively flailing briefly to help him balance and adjust but it only stung all the more. He winced and grasped his right shoulder, but there wasn't much else he could do to ease it right away. "Sure kid. I won't take up too much of your time." Now he just had to hurry inside and hope that the attention he'd stirred would have all but died by the time he was ready to leave. "Lead the way." He grinned, his aura melancholic at best.
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Jun 30, 2016 10:09:07 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jun 30, 2016 10:09:07 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] So, this guy wasn't a Birdman and Adam wasn't a kid, they were both making all sorts of strange assumptions here. Something even Adam would laugh at as well if these thoughts were spoken. However, both of them seemed more focused on the matter at hand, thankfully. As Not-So-Birdman stretched out his wing slightly, it dawned on Adam just how large this guy's wings were and he could only blink in awe of that. Folded out they were large for sure, but stretched out and they were massive. It was pretty impressive and made Adam stare for a moment longer than he probably should have before Not-So-Birdman spoke up. His dark eyes flicked back to meet the hurt stranger's gaze and he quirked a brow slightly at the other's pause in response to his own question. Pauses were never a good sign, necessarily, but there were no explosions or signs of trouble around them, so maybe this person was just a shy guy or something? He had no clue to be honest, so Adam just nodded and reluctantly accepted the answer for now. He didn't really want to test the poor injured fellow's nerves right now, anyways. He let them move as they pleased, watching with a grimace as the Not-So-Birdman got to their feet. There was another pause to answer Adam's offer, but it just made Adam wonder if the powered person had hit their head or something. Granted, he wasn't seeing any sign of that kind of damage, but the thought lingered until finally the man answered him. Nodding and getting up much faster than the other did, Adam reached out to gently take hold of Not-So-Birdman's left sleeve and start to guide them back to the building. When he reached the door to the theater, Adam had the unfortunate luck of smacking roughly into the door rather than just easily opening as per usual. He just shook his head at the impact though and pushed the door open to lead the Not-So-Birdman inside of the theater. Moving them deeper into the lobby, Adam came to a stop in front of an arrangement of couches and chairs and gestured to them carefully as he looked back at the injured man. " Just take a seat and wait here, I'll be right back with the kit" he informed, before pausing and letting go of his sleeve. " Oh right, I-I'm Adam, by the way" he informed and started to take a step away. " Um... You think you'll need anything else aside from the kit? We've got food and drinks here, too, so I can grab you something..." He gave a light unsure shrug as he stared at this strange person apprehensively. In the back of his mind, he knew he was going to get into some big trouble for just ditching the letter buckets and the sign to do this, but he was used to miserable incidents ruining his day. He wasn't about to ditch some injured guy on the street to salvage what would probably be ruined later. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Post by Cupid on Jul 7, 2016 7:52:56 GMT
He certainly looked like a kid, at least to Cupid who was a giant in his own right, tall, obvious, loud. He just looked so young? He misjudged clearly, but he'd be sure to apologize genuinely if this 'kid' were to ever point it out to him that their ages were in fact closer than he realized. He owed him anyway, for wanting to help when he didn't need to, and even more for completely dismissing how completely shady he'd acted. Cupid knew he was terrible at lying sometimes.
He glanced over at the sign he'd hit, rubbing the back of his neck as he noticed it slightly dented on the top, and all of those letters scattered on the ground. Had he been trying to put those up with that dangerous looking ladder? Perhaps he could help then. If he'd even let him, he sure as hell felt awful for causing so much trouble.
Snapping out of his thoughts as the young man grabbed his left sleeve, causing Cupid to blink in a brief moment of surprise before he followed along where he was guided. He certainly wasn't used to this kind of treatment, someone touching him without trying to kill him really. It was kind of cute, and it got Cupid to smirk slightly to himself as the thought arose.
He tucked his wings close to his body despite how it was quite uncomfortable given his injuries, but getting through doors was a difficulty he wasn't unfamiliar with. As the boy smacked right into the door before Cupid could even bump his wings as he was so used too as well, he felt that he could relate to him so much that it made him feel so much worse for this kid being the one to deal with him. "You alright?" He asked reluctantly, not wanting to embarrass the guy, but he couldn't help but inquire. He sidestepped a bit to fit in the door as his wings stretched out a bit. He couldn't keep them tucked for very long without causing too much pain, but he was quite proud he hadn't hurt himself against after getting passed the door. Small victories.
Auburn hues wondered the space as they entered. It left Cupid in awe at how quiet the inside was in comparison to the street. He had no idea the place was a theater at first, but a few indications and the way the lobby was set up gave him a few clues. He didn't think he'd ever been inside of a production theater before. There were usually so many people, too crowded. He'd just get in the way, but it was nice inside. Directed to a couch, his wings spread as he sat down carefully, adjusting around him while he then watched the young man let go of his sleeve and step away.
Adam. The name repeated in his mind as he reflexively tried to remember it even though he was certain that this guy would be better off never seeing him again. "Uh.." Cupid fumbled his thoughts as he glanced over at his right wing. He didn't think anything was broken, badly banged up yes, but he could pretend if something was more severe that he was quite alright for Adam's sake. "I think I'll be fine." Though the sound of food, the thought of it made him feel starved. When's the last time he'd eaten? His brow furrowed, biting his lower lip, and giving himself away his stomach growled. He clutched the front of his hoodie and closed his eyes as his face turned red. "Yep, just the kit, Yes sir." A nervous chuckle escaping his lips as he peeked at the guy. "I don't have money anyway, it's cool." 'GOD you're such an IDIOT.'
"Oh, by the way, my name's Cupid. Nice to meet you....Well, I guess not so nice considering..God, I'm really sorry about your sign. I can help fix it maybe, with tools." Turned into a rambling mess he ran his fingers through his hair and acted...well, his normal ridiculous, anxious self.
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Jul 12, 2016 18:45:40 GMT
Post by ADAM on Jul 12, 2016 18:45:40 GMT
[attr="class","spc"] Watching someone with wings move and try to get settled into seats was interesting for sure. Normal tasks for him must be a bit harder for someone like this Not-So-Birdman, he had to imagine, and the wings were really a part of him it would seem. The way they moved and made this guy grimace because of the obvious injured on them, Adam quietly wondered if he was qualified to help with the injuries there. It seemed like someone who was used to dealing with winged beings would be the best at helping Not-So-Birdman's current situation, but it would probably be really bad to suggest they try to find a vet of all things. So, Adam held his tongue as he waited for answers to his prior questions. The answers he got were polite of course, but left the young man with a sinking feeling that the other might not be honest with those answers. The way his expression changed at the mention of food and even the loud rumbling of his belly that caused the man's face to turn red but then he dismissed the offer for food? It certainly made Adam curious, before looking surprised at the mention of money of all things. Before Adam could explain anything, Cupid – as was Not-So-Birdman's apparent name – would go into a rather short ramble. Apologies for the sign, offers to fix it, etc. Adam blinked a few times as he processed it all, before carefully bringing up his hands and waving them gently to try and calm Cupid's panic. " Hey, hey, it's okay" he softly assured, before shrugging gently. " It happens, accidents that is. If you can fix it, that'd be great, if not, it's no big deal. Anyways, I'll be right back..." Adam eyed him briefly to make sure he didn't seem like he was going to take off, before Adam himself started to make his way out of the lobby. About ten or so minutes passed before he came back with a first aid kit in one hand, and a basket of snacks in the other. The snacks included things like fruits, some rolls of bread, crackers, and then a couple of candies or chocolates here or there. There was a couple bottles of water in it as well. Walking over to Cupid, he offered the basket to him and merely remarked " Free of charge." Once the basket was taken, Adam set the first aid kit down on a nearby table and opened it up to start pulling out what he figured he would need to start up some patch work. " It's nice to meet you, too, by the way" he added on after remembering the previous sentiment Cupid had offered. Picking up a few things from the kit, he turned to Cupid. " You want some help with all those scrapes? I've got time to spare right now, so..." He shrugged a little as he offered his help. MADE BY ★MEULK [newclass=.spc b]color:#6ba0b1;[/newclass] |
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Jul 12, 2016 20:13:57 GMT
Post by Cupid on Jul 12, 2016 20:13:57 GMT
He probably would have laughed honestly, if Adam asked if he needed a vet. While it could be taken as an insult in most cases, he would have just assumed the kid didn't know how to exactly fix him up but that wasn't his fault. It was no one's fault that he was a total freak. He simmered down as Adam waved his hands, Cupid looked up at him to hush and listen. Accidents did happen, but he just hated it when said accidents got other people involved. That was his life.
Cupid watched Adam quietly as the kid watched him right back. Did he think he was going to steal something? The thought was awful, and he lowered his eyes at the thought. Sighing as Adam left, he glanced over at his bothersome appendages. He'd definitely help him with his sign for sure. So he started examining himself, in a totally normal way of course - at least whenever he got hurt that is.
He stretched one wing out slowly, careful, and felt where it hurt most. He came to the conclusion it was mostly his left wing, thanks to his flying and texting idiocy. He'd had no choice but to hit something, and his wings could certainly handle more than his body. So slamming said wing into the sign it was. Thus he noticed more cuts and scraped on the left. A few patches where feathers had been pulled, and upon feeling the top of the arch he knew he was bleeding there after pulling a hand away.
"Ow ow ow." He mumbled to himself, then he heard the sound of Adam's voice, and his wing snapped down away from his face giving him another grimace before he saw the basket in his hand. Oh god, there was food. Reluctantly he took it, and after staring into it a few seconds he picked up a bread roll and began munching. "Thanks." He mumbled quietly with a bite still in his mouth. As far as his scrapes he knew he could just walk it off, though he hated walking, though the bleeding could be helped. "I don't know if you'll have enough supplies in your kit. If it's too much you don't have to worry about it. I wouldn't want to bleed all over your couch." Of course it wasn't Adam's couch necessarily since it was a public place, but he invited him here so.
Cupid looked to the young man, admittedly not looking forward to being fussed over with medical supplies, but he couldn't be a total wimp when he'd felt far worse pain before. "Do you work here? This place is a threater right?"
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