the skies are ours to command--
Who: Goose, Parakarry
What: The former flyer is finding himself to be a little bored. He's looking into the idea of flying around with a partner.
Where: Outside of the school and beyond
When: September 9th, near evening?
Warnings: Goose. I don't need to say more.
Goose was always the type to look for a thrill in every single day, and today was no exception. The only problem about today was that it was pretty much dead boring.
Class was nothing that special. He only really had some lectures and paper assignments today (no, not of the paper plane kind), information absorption that was necessary, yet dull. No demonstrations were needed. No flashy shows of flying, no flips and plummets, no gut-wrenching maneuvers, no nothing. That was just plain boring, indeed.
Goose wanted his thrill for the day. He wanted to go flying.
It was nothing to go flying without someone to fly with, though.
The beginning of the evening was sure to be prime for finding people outside of the school. It was ripe with students leaving the school building for the day, teachers leaving to go home, and maybe even some faculty going for a night out. At least, that's what he assumed. Surely there'd be someone around to satisfy his need.
With a birdman wing on each arm, he scanned the area around him, the people around him. The first one he'd see bearing wings or looking like any type of aviator would become his victim partner. He'd make sure of it.
What: The former flyer is finding himself to be a little bored. He's looking into the idea of flying around with a partner.
Where: Outside of the school and beyond
When: September 9th, near evening?
Warnings: Goose. I don't need to say more.
Goose was always the type to look for a thrill in every single day, and today was no exception. The only problem about today was that it was pretty much dead boring.
Class was nothing that special. He only really had some lectures and paper assignments today (no, not of the paper plane kind), information absorption that was necessary, yet dull. No demonstrations were needed. No flashy shows of flying, no flips and plummets, no gut-wrenching maneuvers, no nothing. That was just plain boring, indeed.
Goose wanted his thrill for the day. He wanted to go flying.
It was nothing to go flying without someone to fly with, though.
The beginning of the evening was sure to be prime for finding people outside of the school. It was ripe with students leaving the school building for the day, teachers leaving to go home, and maybe even some faculty going for a night out. At least, that's what he assumed. Surely there'd be someone around to satisfy his need.
With a birdman wing on each arm, he scanned the area around him, the people around him. The first one he'd see bearing wings or looking like any type of aviator would become his victim partner. He'd make sure of it.