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A tall, model-thin young man enters the mansion, looking about with sightless eyes. Old habits die hard, after all. Rather than truly looking, the boy is listening. Footsteps, creaks in the floor, echos in the room, anything to help orient him in this new place. Or at least, he assumed it was new. It felt and sounded like nothing he'd ever known before.
Well, at least it was quiet.
The cataracts in his sightless eyes and his tall, thin frame aren't the only things strange about this particular boy. A pale hand runs through strawberry blode hair in a stressed gesture, the curve of his mouth giving away the emotion his eyes would normally show - confusion. Iggy loosens his wings some against his back, in case he needs to make a quick get-away. Pale white with black tips, they are of impressive size even folded up as they are.
"Max? Fang? Anyone here?"
Typist: Iggy (aka James Griffith) from James Patterson's Maximum Ride series. Go ahead and say hello, he doesn't bite. He's a bit of a pyro though, be warned. I know there was an Iggy here at one point, but since he's been inactive for a looooong while, I thought I'd take him up. If anyone has any objections, let me know. ^^
Well, at least it was quiet.
The cataracts in his sightless eyes and his tall, thin frame aren't the only things strange about this particular boy. A pale hand runs through strawberry blode hair in a stressed gesture, the curve of his mouth giving away the emotion his eyes would normally show - confusion. Iggy loosens his wings some against his back, in case he needs to make a quick get-away. Pale white with black tips, they are of impressive size even folded up as they are.
"Max? Fang? Anyone here?"
Typist: Iggy (aka James Griffith) from James Patterson's Maximum Ride series. Go ahead and say hello, he doesn't bite. He's a bit of a pyro though, be warned. I know there was an Iggy here at one point, but since he's been inactive for a looooong while, I thought I'd take him up. If anyone has any objections, let me know. ^^