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[Billy has his arms crossed over his chest like he doesn't quite believe what he's being told. He has, on his head, a pair of wings that cover his ears. They're standing on the edge of a building roof.
No, I can't fly, Nate. Seriously.
There's a laugh and another boy comes into sight - he also has dark hair, but he's a little taller and bulkier than Billy. Try again, he says.
I can't. It's just not going to happen.
A third boy, this one African-American and bald, rolls his eyes. This is ridiculous, just- and with that, he pushes Billy off the side of the building. Nate yelps and is about to jump after him when Billy flies back, clearly unsure of what he's doing. Dude, he says, frowning, even though he's upside down and his legs are pedaling like he's on a bike, as soon as I get over how cool this is and I figure out how to work it, I'm going to kick your ass, Patriot!]
[Billy is in a cell.
He's actually in the corner; it's quiet and it's even hard to tell who it is, because he has a pretty large power supressor over his head. It covers his mouth and most of his head; the only thing that's visible is his forehead and his eyes. He's wearing his uniform, and he's curled up tight, moving his head to bump it against the cell wall.
He's not crying, not exactly, but it's clear he was just a while ago.]
[ooc: two memories for memory theatre! He doesn't know they're up yet ;;]
No, I can't fly, Nate. Seriously.
There's a laugh and another boy comes into sight - he also has dark hair, but he's a little taller and bulkier than Billy. Try again, he says.
I can't. It's just not going to happen.
A third boy, this one African-American and bald, rolls his eyes. This is ridiculous, just- and with that, he pushes Billy off the side of the building. Nate yelps and is about to jump after him when Billy flies back, clearly unsure of what he's doing. Dude, he says, frowning, even though he's upside down and his legs are pedaling like he's on a bike, as soon as I get over how cool this is and I figure out how to work it, I'm going to kick your ass, Patriot!]
[Billy is in a cell.
He's actually in the corner; it's quiet and it's even hard to tell who it is, because he has a pretty large power supressor over his head. It covers his mouth and most of his head; the only thing that's visible is his forehead and his eyes. He's wearing his uniform, and he's curled up tight, moving his head to bump it against the cell wall.
He's not crying, not exactly, but it's clear he was just a while ago.]
[ooc: two memories for memory theatre! He doesn't know they're up yet ;;]