Night Watch and a Trip in the Market [Open, Incomplete]
Who: Maximum Ride (nixe_eva), Comatose Danny Fenton halfa_ghost), and anyone she happens to pass/meet in the market
What: A Night Vigil then Shopping
Where: House #330, Market District
When: Midnight, then ~10:00a.m.
The moonlight streamed through Max’s open window. She rolled out from under the covers and placed her bare feet on the wooden floor. The cold wood felt like an ice pack after her fever-hot feet touched them. She smiled in relief. Grabbing a hoodie, she pulled it over her cami. She walked over to the window, grinning with delight at the cool night air.
Even baring her face to the humid air of Rivelata seemed to organize the tumultuous dreams and thoughts inside her mind. She looked up at the moon, so eerily similar to her own. It would provide enough light for a midnight flight.
I need some air. She decided, grasping the wood (she really needed to add a bigger sill if she was going to do this more often) and pulling herself up. She sighed happily with the caress of the night wind.
Leaping out, Max extended her nearly fourteen feet of wing and dropped a few feet in freefall (she loved and hated that feeling) before her feathers caught the cradling air. She soared up quickly to the forty-foot ceiling, doing aerial maneuvers just for the sheer delight of it. The air is where she truly felt at ease. Humans who’d never flown just didn’t understand the amazing giddiness of knowing you powered your own flight. Anyone looking up and seeing her wouldn’t recognize the girl, the pure happiness and relaxed face was as close as she got to betraying how much she loved and needed her flight. It was as much a part of her soul as walking on the ground and just as natural.
Max’s uncanny directional sense led her back to hers and Danny’s house. She glided in, controlling her dive to keep from smacking into the house’s walls. She grabbed his window sill (she left all the upper windows open in the house at night, it made her feel less claustrophobic if there was a constant breeze inside the house) and pulled herself inside. She left her wings slightly extended to allow them to cool off from the exercise. She positioned herself on the chair, her blond hair falling loosely around her face as she sat on the stool, perfectly balanced.
He was still asleep. She knew he would be. After living and watching him for a week now, Max almost expected to walk in and see him asleep in his bed, completely unaware of her night vigils.
To anyone looking from across the street, Max looked like a guardian angel, watching over someone in their slumber. Her face had yet to be schooled from the flight, so her face was much more openly happy and emotional than she would’ve liked normally.
While he slept, Max noticed for the first time that Danny wasn’t all that bad looking. She was vaguely reminded of Fang, but quickly banished the thought. Fang wasn’t here. He probably would never be drug here by Zikkie or the royal brat. He confused her in any case. It was probably better for her that he wasn’t here. He was stress and confusion she didn’t need right now, with all the stress and confusion Zikkie and the brat gave her.
Looking back to Danny, Max’s fingers itched to move a piece of black hair out of his eyes. The only eyes she’d seen more brilliantly blue were Angel’s. But thinking of her flock made her sad and homesick, so she buried those thoughts too, inside her deeply locked heart.
“You better wake up soon,” Max said sarcastically; but it came out more honest and unguarded than she’d have liked. “It’s boring around here. Y- our house is creepy. What’s with the black walls and stuff? I have to paint it or something.”
She pressed her hands against her cheeks as she leaned over to watch him sleep; it was so weird to see someone sleep so peacefully. The flock never had. They’d always had nightmares. She was the eldest; it had always been up to her to frighten away the dreams of cages, chemicals and Erasers. “If you weren’t asleep I’d never say how much I miss seeing you awake.” Before she dug too deep into her heart, Max added, “Because you’re one of the only people that understand my crazy scientist story.” She left it at that.
It was almost dawn before Max headed to her bed, getting only a few hours of sleep before she awoke again and walked, her wings tightly held to her back and unnoticeable to a passer-by, to the Market District.
She flung her empty backpack over the wings and began searching for easy-to-eat food and things she could add to the house to make it brighter, less creepy and haunted-house feeling. She glanced habitually around the market, occasionally stopping to look at food, especially sweets and fruits.
Seeing Sam's reply, and apparently Hiruma's (hopefully not Zach) and the other person, Max headed off to the Boardwalk to wait for the meeting.
What: A Night Vigil then Shopping
Where: House #330, Market District
When: Midnight, then ~10:00a.m.
The moonlight streamed through Max’s open window. She rolled out from under the covers and placed her bare feet on the wooden floor. The cold wood felt like an ice pack after her fever-hot feet touched them. She smiled in relief. Grabbing a hoodie, she pulled it over her cami. She walked over to the window, grinning with delight at the cool night air.
Even baring her face to the humid air of Rivelata seemed to organize the tumultuous dreams and thoughts inside her mind. She looked up at the moon, so eerily similar to her own. It would provide enough light for a midnight flight.
I need some air. She decided, grasping the wood (she really needed to add a bigger sill if she was going to do this more often) and pulling herself up. She sighed happily with the caress of the night wind.
Leaping out, Max extended her nearly fourteen feet of wing and dropped a few feet in freefall (she loved and hated that feeling) before her feathers caught the cradling air. She soared up quickly to the forty-foot ceiling, doing aerial maneuvers just for the sheer delight of it. The air is where she truly felt at ease. Humans who’d never flown just didn’t understand the amazing giddiness of knowing you powered your own flight. Anyone looking up and seeing her wouldn’t recognize the girl, the pure happiness and relaxed face was as close as she got to betraying how much she loved and needed her flight. It was as much a part of her soul as walking on the ground and just as natural.
Max’s uncanny directional sense led her back to hers and Danny’s house. She glided in, controlling her dive to keep from smacking into the house’s walls. She grabbed his window sill (she left all the upper windows open in the house at night, it made her feel less claustrophobic if there was a constant breeze inside the house) and pulled herself inside. She left her wings slightly extended to allow them to cool off from the exercise. She positioned herself on the chair, her blond hair falling loosely around her face as she sat on the stool, perfectly balanced.
He was still asleep. She knew he would be. After living and watching him for a week now, Max almost expected to walk in and see him asleep in his bed, completely unaware of her night vigils.
To anyone looking from across the street, Max looked like a guardian angel, watching over someone in their slumber. Her face had yet to be schooled from the flight, so her face was much more openly happy and emotional than she would’ve liked normally.
While he slept, Max noticed for the first time that Danny wasn’t all that bad looking. She was vaguely reminded of Fang, but quickly banished the thought. Fang wasn’t here. He probably would never be drug here by Zikkie or the royal brat. He confused her in any case. It was probably better for her that he wasn’t here. He was stress and confusion she didn’t need right now, with all the stress and confusion Zikkie and the brat gave her.
Looking back to Danny, Max’s fingers itched to move a piece of black hair out of his eyes. The only eyes she’d seen more brilliantly blue were Angel’s. But thinking of her flock made her sad and homesick, so she buried those thoughts too, inside her deeply locked heart.
“You better wake up soon,” Max said sarcastically; but it came out more honest and unguarded than she’d have liked. “It’s boring around here. Y- our house is creepy. What’s with the black walls and stuff? I have to paint it or something.”
She pressed her hands against her cheeks as she leaned over to watch him sleep; it was so weird to see someone sleep so peacefully. The flock never had. They’d always had nightmares. She was the eldest; it had always been up to her to frighten away the dreams of cages, chemicals and Erasers. “If you weren’t asleep I’d never say how much I miss seeing you awake.” Before she dug too deep into her heart, Max added, “Because you’re one of the only people that understand my crazy scientist story.” She left it at that.
It was almost dawn before Max headed to her bed, getting only a few hours of sleep before she awoke again and walked, her wings tightly held to her back and unnoticeable to a passer-by, to the Market District.
She flung her empty backpack over the wings and began searching for easy-to-eat food and things she could add to the house to make it brighter, less creepy and haunted-house feeling. She glanced habitually around the market, occasionally stopping to look at food, especially sweets and fruits.
Seeing Sam's reply, and apparently Hiruma's (hopefully not Zach) and the other person, Max headed off to the Boardwalk to wait for the meeting.