jackal bones
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- Posted: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 18:57:16 +0000
- ◄ LOCATION : Foxtrot Lane owl ◄ COMPANY : No one owl ◄ MOOD : Focused owl ◄ INK : 17%
Expectation and irritation all wrapped up into one, there was a fluttering tap to one set of her toes as Red tried her very best to wait with patience. But anyone who even slightly knew the girl was aware she lacked even a shred of a capacity for waiting, or waiting quietly. "Well?" She let the single syllable drip off her tongue with a lash of venom, and though only a full moment had passed, it was far too long for her liking. Nothing. Just as Red had suspected, an utter and terrible waste of their precious time. There was also a new issue of what should be done with a house ransacked by thieves (all of which had been politely knocked unconscious). Her lip twitched into an irked grimace, a callous chuckle forced up from somewhere at the back of her throat. "At least you got a gun out of it." And just as Red was about to add a little further on that note, she stiffened up into silence.
Her bird constructed of ink hit the forefront of her mind. Mentally linked, its view of the skies and rooftops had gently been out of focus for Red-- until just now. Some figure had vaulted a fence before taking off across a backyard, only to clamber over another fence and into the next yard. The path itself was an intriguing one, red flags metaphorically snapping up in the girl's mind. What's more, the figure was dressed from head to toe in clothes that rang more alarm bells. A hat, giant sunglasses, even a scarf in such nice weather! It seemed a little much, even to Red, but it was a welcome bait clue that she was more than willing to take chase for.
Blinking back into focus, the girl lifted her gaze back up to Isaias with a shudder racing its way down her spine. "Leave them. Someone outside." With a flick of her hand as a summoning gesture, it was not only meant for Isaias, but also her ink. The binding hardened and wrapped around the punched out male had liquefied before shooting towards the girl's fingers, seeping into her skin. Seamlessly launching herself into a sprint, Red rounded out of the living room, bounding down the hall, and in the next moment, had spilled back outside into sunlight.
(Un)fortunately, Red wasn't like most kids. There wasn't any bumble, or awkward fumble, in her steps. She was far more practiced and graceful than any other her age, having had years to perfect and hone her small form. So it need not be said that when Red bolted down from the doorway, she was just like a bat out of hell. With her bird to guide her, she took a sharp left as she crossed a lawn before vaulting herself effortlessly over a fence (thanks to her ink to support and empower her), and off she went in chase. Following a similar path, Red had crossed by hedges, slipping beneath what she could fit or launching herself over them. Casting a fleeting glance over her shoulder, Red had a small moment to lament her group's lack of communication-- no walkie talkies? nothing? --and that whatever she faced may be alone. Well. As the younger generation so aptly begun to say: YOLO.
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