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**New RP**

Tommy unconsciously rocked back and forth on his pullup bar as his mind slowly unjumbled the memories and thoughts of the past few days. Mostly though, he dreamt of flying. That's what he'd been trying to do almost constantly over the past week or so, trying to teach himself how to fly. It showed too by the many aches and pains he had from less than successful landings. He had gotten better though; he was able to sustain a glide for much longer than he had initially. Of course, that's not saying much.

His dreams though were plagued by anything but successful flights. They always started out the same, too. He was back on the C-17...it was going down...he tried to put on a parachute but it just wouldn't clasp right...a leap of faith from the burning aircraft...except his arms, now wings, wouldn't work. He plummeted down toward the awaiting ocean.

The dream had gotten worse. It was not water he hit as he crashed into the ocean, but some sort of trans-dimensional barrier. Because next thing he knew, he was back in his home in New Orleans pre-Katrina. His entire family was surrounding him...mother, father, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles. They were all staring at him in disgust. Like he was something dirty...something unclean...They began whispering quickly to eachother, too fast for the bat-man to understand. Then his father and brother picked up an axe...soon his entire family was armed with murder in their eyes. They closed in on him...closer, wanting nothing but his blood and death.

The rap on his door was enough to loosen the pin holding his dreams together, sending him spiraling toward consciousness...and also toward the floor. With a high-pitched squeak of fright, he tried to fly out of his roost...only to smash into the floor with a loud *ThumP!* "GODDAMNIT!" scream the batman. "Who the ******** is it!? It's the middle of the goddamn night goddamnit!"

Tommy's head was spinning, from trying to peice together just where he was to just spending the past four hours upside down...it was no wonder he was groggy. "Wha...?" he said slowly, shaking his head. The purring quickly offset the thought that something wanted to eat him, however...it also let him know just what kind of creature was behind the door. He let out an audible groan, picking himself up on his wings before heading for the door. It took him a moment to open it, like it always did, but eventually he got it. He stared up into Richard's femininely feline, giddy face. She would look down on his sleepy, beady eyed, changed face.

"...mornin'" he said groggily.

Tommy squinted up at Richard, not really being able to see the Displacer beast very well due to the bright sunlight streaming in and stinging his eyes. It had been a while since last he saw the sun so high in the sky. With a slight chittering sound, he turned and bat-walked back into his duplex, muttering, "C'mon on in 'n close the door." He didn't seem angry any more, just tired.

After he had reached his pullup bar, he reached a massive wing up to it and hooked a clawed thumb around the bar. He so wanted to climb back up there and just rest...but he knew he'd be asleep before Richard was able to say anything else. Instead he just sighed and glanced back to her, "What's goin' on now?"

Tommy shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out of it. While doing so, he unvoluntarily let out a chittering sound once more. That had become an annoying habit of his as of late, one that he could no longer help. "What...? Um...yeah, yeah...the poker game. Wait...you actually got the rabbits?" Immediately, he dropped his wing from the pullup bar and was on all fours. He slowly inched toward the squirming bag and put his face right next to it. He wasn't smelling the bag...although the scent of rabbit was all over it...he was sensing the heat coming from them. Their small hearts beating rapidly in fear...blood rushing through veins. He could almost taste them. His lifted his head and fixed his black eyes onto Richard. "You caught them, HAH! You actually caught some!" He grinned, showing off the razors in his mouth. He wasn't really surprised, but just almost giddy with excitement.

Tommy rubbed his face against the bag, just to get the intoxicating feeling of the heat of a beating heart once more. He glared in frustration at the knot at the top of the bag and quickly began trying to untie it with his thumb claws. He paused for a moment as he began to loosen it and looked to Richard. She looked...adapted. And the smell coming off of her told of her prolonged stay in the jungle. His train of thought was derailed with fear that she may one day become like the other ferals on the island. He shook his head once more, getting his thoughts back in order. He wondered if she would care if he ate in front of her...he wondered what the smell of blood would do. "...You uh...you mind if I...?" he asked hesitantly and a little embarrassed.

Tommy glanced nervously from Richard to the squirming bag. This was the first time he hadn't been out of his mind when faced with the chance to kill in order to eat. He sat down in front of the bag, and slowly he finished untying it...leaving only a small opening. With a quick movement, his foot reached in a grabbed the frist rabbit. He transfered it from his foot to the thumb claws of his wings and quickly sunk his razor-like teeth into the rabbit's neck. The creature gave a scream as he began lapping up its blood. He was so focused on the task that he didn't even notice the other rabbit bolt out of the bag.

The blood flowed down his throat, warm...fresh...he was elated.