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Location: Fang's room
Time: Morning
Characters: Fang; anyone who cares to join
Rating: G (so far)
The first thing Fang noticed when he awoke, before he even opened his eyes, was that his wings were still out. That wasn't, in general, a good thing; because if his wings were out, people could see them.
He didn't get a chance to pull them in though, because the second thing he noticed was his surroundings.
That was when the panic started. He wasn't sure what had happened -- it was as confusing as it always had been in a fight. He remembered seeing Nudge getting hurt, remembered a sharp pain, the girls screaming, the feeling of falling... Anyone else would probably assume they were in the hospital. Fang assumed worse.
The School. The School had him again, hopefully only him, but he was here and they were going to start again and...
Instead of folding his wings in, he curled them partially around himself and tucked his knees up to his chest, arms around them, waiting for one of the scientists to come put him back into a cage. If he was at the School, it really didn't matter if his wings were out, and having them open comforted him a bit. At least enough to let him scan his surroundings. He had to start thinking about an escape.
Time: Morning
Characters: Fang; anyone who cares to join
Rating: G (so far)
The first thing Fang noticed when he awoke, before he even opened his eyes, was that his wings were still out. That wasn't, in general, a good thing; because if his wings were out, people could see them.
He didn't get a chance to pull them in though, because the second thing he noticed was his surroundings.
That was when the panic started. He wasn't sure what had happened -- it was as confusing as it always had been in a fight. He remembered seeing Nudge getting hurt, remembered a sharp pain, the girls screaming, the feeling of falling... Anyone else would probably assume they were in the hospital. Fang assumed worse.
The School. The School had him again, hopefully only him, but he was here and they were going to start again and...
Instead of folding his wings in, he curled them partially around himself and tucked his knees up to his chest, arms around them, waiting for one of the scientists to come put him back into a cage. If he was at the School, it really didn't matter if his wings were out, and having them open comforted him a bit. At least enough to let him scan his surroundings. He had to start thinking about an escape.