Winged Ones: Ruscuers-Open-Not accepting new people

Sorry I haven't been on. And sorry I can't post right now. I'll post later. Sorry.

Kaylee:

Asking how everyone's day went, I suppose, wasn't the most brilliant idea.

Ellie brought me a note and I read it quickly. Letting out a long sigh I pushed myself up and went hunting for something for us to eat. They would all get hungry soon and I prefer them full than starving. When everyone's hungry things get bad sometimes. Fighting, arguing, bickering, yelling. It used to give me headaches but I soon got used to it.

When I found nothing I grabbed a wad of money and shoved it into my pocket so I could take them all out to dinner.

***Fast forwarding through time***Halloween dance time***(this is also when we start figuring things out about the WInged Ones facility)***

The big pink bubble popped as I opened my closet. The outfit was infront of all my other clothes, as a constant reminder of who I am and where I'm from. A reminder not to get lost in this place, as if any of that was possible.

We had all taken the injection early so it would wear off earlier, that way we could use our wings for our costume. It would wear off in a few minutes so we all had to get into our clothes so we didn't rip the new ones.

I tugged on the familiar outfit and smiled with satisfaction when I looked in the mirror. As I began straping the leather pieces together I felt my weight change. Looking up into the full length mirror I smiled brightly. I looked like my old self again.

Flipping my hair upside down I began shaking it so it would look wild and dishevled. After putting on everything I used to wear, leather bracelets, anklets, arm bands, etc., I slid took all the makeup off of my face and slid on my mask. When I looked at myself in the mirror again I thought of how easy people here have it. Reaching back I stroked my large golden feathers.

With a sigh I left my room and banged on everyone's door "Let's go everyone! Leaving in two minutes!" They began emerging from their rooms and we all went outside. Before leaving the yard I hesitated and called out to them all "Hey guys!" When I had their attention I droped to the ground and began rolling in the grass and mud, and soon they all were too.

*This good everyone?*

~Ellie May~

I looked like I had before. We all did. This was the way I liked it, all of us covered in dirt, our clothes torn, hair in a mess, and the masks on our faces. I hadn't worn this since we came here, and it fit like it used to: a pair of jeans, cut off into shorts so I wouldn't be so hot, a shirt torn, to make bandages probably, so that, ow, my stomach shown, a black mask with black feathers that poked strait up into the air on one side, and hair that looked like I had been through hell. Yea, this was what I was used to, what I was comfortable with.

Ashton was the only one that didn't have wings, but he looked wild enough, and he even had his own black mask. I smiled at him, taking his hand. I was still playing with the metal lip ring I had put on that had a little spike poking out. I could only imagine how my bright blue eyes looked against the dark black mask.

I was even wearing a necklace I hadn't worn since I got to the island. It was one Blake had given me, and she was wearing the one I had given her. It was a sister thing. I remembered the day I was put on the island, how they came down to help me, a cold, shivering, terrified looking girl. Though they didn't know me, they helped me. I learned quick enough about the wolves, and fighting. I still had the scars to prove it, and they were showing through the rips in the cloth, where had attacked me. I smiled at these memories, anxious to get to the dance.

>I'm trying to stay in as much as possible, hope this works<

>fiction, there's a reason this is your SB. Now, maybe this'll actually get somewhere<

Blake

I was the last one outside. I was wearing my old clothes, the ones I liked. My faded jeans and my plain, black t-shirt, with the sleeves ripped off. My worn out sneakers and black mask completed the look, with my blue wings bringing up the rear.

Everyone was rolling in the mud, getting that "lived on a deserted island for who knows how many years" look. 'Cause, you know, that's what all the runways in Paris are hosting. Man, I missed that look.

Suddenly I had a knot in my stomach, and I really started missing the island. Day after day of fishing, hunting, hanging out. No school, no drama, not a thought of possible rape. Best of all, I got to train. I missed my daggers so freaking much, but if I brought them with to the dance someone would call the cops for sure.

The only thing that's better now is that I have Michel.

I didn't roll in the mud. I spent hours getting my hair to look so perfectly messed up, and I wasn't going too ruin it. Besides, I wasn't in the mood. This mud and dirt wasn't the same as in the forest, or by the cave. It just wasn't.

What I would do to get cave dirt.

Ester:

Crawling around in the mud was fun! Throwing dirt all over my face was even funner! Wearing my old clothes from when I had been on the island was extremely awesome! I couldn't believe that I was finally back into these clothes. They smelt of lemon soap (because Cassie had cleant them) but it didn't take me long to get them all slicked up and smelling of nature.

The golden mask I wore felt like a lost friend found all over. I had forgotten how much it weighed and was surprised I wasn't falling over - or how I fought in it. A pang of sorrow thrusted into my heart. I couldn't help but miss the island. Even if we were always on the lookout...

Corbin pushed his dirt slicked fingers through his hair, then chucked a ball of mud at my back. I couldn't help but giggle. I hadn't gotten over the fact about Bianca but she wasn't here, so; I decided to smile...and I was just to excited about the halloween ball.

~Ellie May~

It seemed that when we were on the island, we were waiting for so long to get off the island, and now that we got that wish granted, we missed the it. Well, not the island itself, but how many memories we had there. We were more of a family then than we are now, and we like that, the training, the working together to build a fire, or a hut, and the way we knew what we were doing when we fought the wolves, but not really because we knew that, if we worked together,we could kill them.

I felt a tear roll down my cheek under the mask, and an anxious feeling in my stomach. I didn't want to go to the dance anymore, I wanted to go home, to the only place that we could call home. The island. Yes, I wanted to go back to the place where I got all of these scars, all of the cuts and bruises. I missed he danger of leaving the cave, I missed the danger of hunting, but the need to eat. The wanting to leave, but the feeling of losing our new family, as we have now.

Human drama gave me a headache. All they worried about was relationships, does my hair look OK, does he/she like me, etc! It got on my nerves. They wouldn't be so spoiled if they spent a few days on the island. We'd learned to share, to make sure everyone is OK, to get along, even if we hated each other, and that's how it had started. I could remember long days full of training, fishing, flying, protecting, fighting, surviving, then we'd go back to the cave and sit down with each other and eat. Like a family, and that's who we were, what we were. And I missed what we were.

Kaylee:

I sat up and ran my hand over the torn jeans, which I cut into shorts. For some odd reason, neither cleaning it in the river, being in the ocean, or Cassie's cleaning was able to get out the blood stains. When Cassie had seen the blood stains and the holes from the wolf's teeth her eyes widened a mile and I thought she would pass out.

Staring at my shorts and the scars underneath, I couldn't help but remember the day it happened. After freeing everyone else from the wolves and they were all flying I was caught. The wolf's teeth sunk into my skin, causing me to scream bloody murder despite my efforts not to. Blaise came back for me despite my demands for him to go away, but I guess me skrieking in pain didn't help my case.

I laughed when I remembered how stubborn I was when they tried to give me medicine. Refusing it and throwing a fit, demanding that it was to go to everyone else.

Thinking about this made my leg hurt. Clutching at my leg I slowly stood up and made a silent promise-One day, we're all going back to the island.

*Sorry it's long*

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When we entered the dance everyone turned to face us. It's like in those movies that some of the others watch. Except we all look like Hell. It may have been that. Or it may have been that there are so many of us. Perhaps it was because we were dressed like Winged Ones, a taboo topic to pretty much everyone. Either way, the attention was on us.

We all walked, first in a big group and then dispersing into couples. Blaise grabbed me by the waist and when I looked up at him we kissed.

I grabbed his hand and kissed his fingers "Be right back." I walked over to the snack table and grabbed a cup of something random. When it entered my mouth I immediately spit it back out, thankfully into the cup and not all over the floor. It's not that it was nasty-it's just that I don't like soda and I'm in the mood for island water. Throwing he soda into the trash I grabbed a cup of water. But when I drank the water it was disgusting. It was to clean. You could compare me drinking this water to someone who lives here drinking handsanitizer.

After throwing away that cup too I looked out at everyone. The way that they all dance disgusts me. Someone in specific caught my eye. Someone standing off to the side by himself. I was about to go over to him when some girl asked "Is that real blood?" Without hesitation I shook my head and said "Not unless blood smells lemony fresh." With that I headed towards A.J.

I got stopped mid-way by another girl. But this time it was Bianca. Her eyes looked furious, confused, and a little amazed. In a hushed tone she said "Why are you dressed like that? How did you guys know?" I looked around the room for someone. Anyone. I just needed help getting out of this. As one of them (anyone) began coming quickly over to me it hit me-how did Bianca know?

~Ellie May~

I noticed Kaylee talking to Bianca, and realized I hadn't talked to her before, I just knew her from what all the others were saying. She sounded annoying, but I had o introduce myself. I squeezed Ashton's hand, looking at him.

"Be right back," I whispered. I heard Bianca talking to Kaylee, and I caught on quickly.

"Why are you dressed like that? How did you guys know?" she whispered, almost completely quiet. I paused for half a second, then Kaylee looked at me. I got it, just as Kaylee seemed to understand. Bianca knew. How did Bianca know? I continued, trying to hold my smile as I walked towards them, black wings moving behind me, then pulled in to my body when I felt someone touch them. I hadn't realized before that my tattoo was showing, but it was plainly visible.

"Hey," I said, my head becoming light as I closed my eyes. I saw something, for once since we left the island. But this couldn't have been something happening now like usual, because it had Bianca in it. The picture was blurry, so I couldn't really see anything, and I might have just been imagining it, but I was almost certain it was her.

Bianca was watching on as a Winged One was being tested on. Oh how I remembered that. She looked disgusted, but she didn't say anything. There was a break, like something skipped, and then I saw other Winged Ones, scared and wide eyed, scientists, needles. My eyes flashed open, and I looked at Kaylee, needing to tell her about it.

"Kaylee?" I asked, turning to her and trying my best to smile. "Can...we talk? I...just had a thought pop into my head." She seemed to understand, but she looked like she was trying to look confused. That, or she was really confused. Either way, I needed to tell her about the vision.

A.J.

I leaned against the gym wall, feeling very out of place. Not because of my wings (although I was weary that someone would notice that they were real), but because of my clothes. All of the other winged ones had been on an island, they all looked like they had walked straight out of hell, but I had always lived here, in America, so my clothes were just normal. To tell the truth, I was kind of lonely. My only friends were the winged ones, and they treated me like family, but they all had the island and I was new in their group.

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Corbin

This was awesome! Lots of people, dancing, all the food, and so much more. I loved parties! Not to mention that I got to show my awesome pair of wings to everyone. They kept coming up and asking "where on earth did you get those?" I'd just shrug and say "I made them." Of course they believed me, they'd seen some of the art projects I'd done for school.

I was talking to Ester when I noticed AJ standing all by himself. And then one of my crazy schemes popped into my head. "I have an idea." I told Ester, she perked up, knowing that my screams were always fun. I whispered the plan to Ester and she nodded excitedly. Just then a man's voice came on the speakers, announcing, "Our next song is for slow dancing, so grab a girl and I'll meet you on the dance floor."

I smiled at Ester, "It's like they overheard our plan." She turned and headed for AJ, I searched the room for Carry and when I found her, walked over. I bowed and said, "May I have this dance." She smiled and nodded, knowing that it was just for fun. Bringing her to the middle of the floor, I started dancing slowly with the music.

Someone bumped my elbow and I didn't have to look to know that Ester was at my side dancing with AJ. Our eyes met. Then, at the same time, we twirled our partners, twisted out of our way, and placed them in each other's arms. Just like that I was dancing with Ester and AJ was dancing with Carry.

I almost laughed out loud at seeing their confused faces. "They make such a cute couple," I whispered so that only Ester could hear. She nodded in agreement.

And then Ester put her head against my chest, and I closed my eyes. Together we danced.

I'll post by tomorrow guys. Sorry.

SORRY I HAVE NOT POSTED!!!!! ahhhhh!! One day away and it suddenly picks up again!>

Micheal Webb

I was happy. School hadn't been that bad actually in the last few weeks. In fact pretty much everyone seemed to know me and I passed words with what seemed like a million people a day. I spread out one day I would sit with the jocks the next the nerds it didn't matter to me. Blake seemed to be my shadow. She of course could relate to no one. So she stayed as close to me as possible most days or another winged one.

I looked around the gym and found her. I walked up and held out my hand. "Wanna dance?" She looked at me. "Really? Sure. But, your going to suck." I laughed Blake always could make me laugh. "Come on I won't kill you or anything. As I danced I realized Blake, like me, hadn't rolled in the mud. I sighed My costume was the least dirty. I had my helplessly ripped jeans, old work boots, and ripped purple jacket on. With my head phones sticking out of the pocket as the final touch. My hair was dyed and messed up. But, there was no mud. That is one of the things I hated about the island. Never being clean. Ever!

The song playing was fast and loud. The lights in the gym were being flashed on and off by someone. I stepped back from Blake and began to dance like the others copying there moves. O.K. Most of them just threw their hands up, but there was a dancing class in school and about 30 people could actually dance. I soon learned that Blake was right I did suck dancing with someone, but When I was by myself I was O.K. I started to break dance and yes I wasn't good at keeping the beat, but I could do flips. Pretty soon I had a space. I was incorporating my fighting moves. It was awesome. With my wings I could easily do twice as much as a normal person could do. I had to keep myself from just bounding up and flying. That would reallly make them stare. As quickly as it started it ended. The song became slow and I was back to Blake. Holding her close.

EDIT:

Kaylee:

After Ellie told me of her vision I felt my face whiten a little bit. Perfect. We just brought ourselves right into the clutches of the people that are trying to kill us. "Does that mean-" I waited for a group of people to pass before I continued. "Does that mean there are more?" Ellie shrugged "I don't know. It was blurry. But I'm sure it wasn't any of us." I nodded slowly and said "I see." Taking in a deep breath I smiled and said "Go enjoy the dance Ellie. Just forget about it. And don't tell anyone else yet. I want everyone to enjoy themselves."

She gave me a soft smile "Oh," I said before she left "Tell Blaise that I wasn't feeling up to a party so I went back to Cassie's house. Tell him that I want him to stay here and have fun and not to worry about me, I'm fine." She gave me a wary look but nodded and scurried off to tell Blaise what I hoped was what I asked her to say.

I slipped out the door and began walking back to the house. When I got there Cassie was gone so the house was empty except for me. I immediately went to the computer. After it powered up I went into a search engine and typed in "Winged Ones" All that came up was some stupid stuff that some people made up.

After shutting down the computers I decided I needed to find a living information source. Bianca would never tell me anything, and if I asked she'd know something was up. No, that wouldn't work. So that left one other option...I needed to find my parents.

I edited my last post. Like, a lot.

Caroline:


I didn't even remember if I could dance. I mean, it had been a lot of years since I swayed my hips and moved my feet to the rhythm and tempo of the music. It was almost blue, but thanks to my pink mask I brought back when I moved here in the island.

"Are you okay?" His face crumpled with anxiety. I knew he felt embarrassing dancing with me or was it just him, who didn't know how to dance? I gave out a small sigh and shook my head, to answer him.

"Good." He said and a smile spread across his face.

"It's just that," I paused and sighed again. "I don't dance."

A chuckle came out from his perfect lips. I directly looked down, embarrassed due to my stupidity. I didn't want him to see me blushing, because I was now.

"Well, I don't think that's a problem."

This time, he pulled me closer but not too close either. I could feel his shaking hands at my back, and his sweaty face that still looked good on him. I felt the awkwardness filling up my mind but he didn't look uncomfortable now, because I knew he was having a good time and so I was.

AJ~

When Ester asked me to dance I was hesitant, I really couldn't dance, but I just nodded and said, "sure." I guess I was cool with it, she already had a boyfriend so this was just for fun. But then, suddenly I was holding Carry. Like, I blinked my eyes and she was there. I looked to my side to see Ester and Corbin grinning at us, and it all made sense. Them and their practical jokes I grumbled to myself.

At first I was really nervous and uncomfortable dancing with Carry, but I noticed that she felt the same way, and I relaxed. We talked for a bit, me mostly only nodding and mumbling here and there; not because I was shy or uninterested. Most people don't understand that you can be friendly and have a conversation with out saying much. You just have to know how to master you facial and hand expressions, like I had learned to do.

As we swayed to the music, I studied my dance partner, and I realized that she really was pretty. I guess I had never payed much attention before but now that she was in my arms I couldn't really avoid it.

As I pulled her out to spin her, some of her brown hair brushed against my cheek and I caught a really sweet fragrance. Blueberry, I smiled to myself. Of course it was blueberry, Carry had an obsession with blue, except for her dazzling pink mask, everything she owned was blue. I was about to point it out to her, but I knew that she would only report back that I had an obsession with black. And it was true.

The song finally came to an end and we had to stop. But I really didn't want to. I was having a good time and I didn't want it to stop, "Hey, you want to go get a drink?" She nodded. We walked over to the fruit punch and I got her a glass.

She took a sip, "Mmm, good. But nothing like the fruit on the island."

"Yeah? Tell me about the island." I said heading for door, hoping that she would follow me into the fresh, night air. She did.

"Yes, the island. It was more of a home to me..." she started.