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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 5:21 am
 It was a nice, warm, sunny day. The sky was bright blue, the sun was letting its beams gently kiss Scotch's grey feathers as he was flying over the area that was so very familiar to him. Being a guard wasn't really an easy job, and it definitely wasn't the kind of job anyone could handle. One needed to be brave, clever, silent and patient in order to be a good guard. The dusty pidge never really considerred himself to be a good guard, though. He had been one all his life and he was slowly getting older now but he didn't think he was brilliant. Not at all. But that was something that didn't bother him for being a guard was what he wanted to do. As soon as he got old enough to speak and play games with all the other pidges he always knew that he wanted to be a big brave guard when he grew up.
And now, he was one. But... the truth was that it was rather exhausting. Same old routine every single day. Day after day. Night after night. Familiar places, samo old faces and wings and sounds... it was all pretty boring sometimes but Scotch wasn't the one to complain for, if anything, he knew not how to have fun. He knew deep inside that he needed a holiday but this feeling was very unknown to him- the feeling of needing to rest, so, he had no idea what this feeling was and kept on working hard.
As the grey figure was flying over the colourful and not-so-colourful rooftops he decided to land on a random one for a while- just to practice patroling. Maybe he could find someone with bad intentions towards his beloved flock. Maybe he could be a hero
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 5:57 am
Days swooped down low across the little town which he kept finding himself gravitating towards every now and then. It wasn't the most foreign or exotic place he had been to by any means, in fact, it simply reminded him of his home town further south. But what he did love here, the little gem he had found, were the pidge, something that could not be found in every corner of the world, especially with not all the other slow pidgeons about which seemed to rule the popluation. But no, these pidge were like his family and few other pidge friends he had made across the world. These pidge had communities, they had entertainment, drama, lives, social order and so much more. They had created their town within a town, and Days' curious and adventurous little heart was fast growing fond of it.
He sighed a little in pleasure as he felt the sun upon his feathers. It was certainly much too warm for his scarf, he decided. Time to put that away, but where to land? Ahh. The foggy's eyes pin-pointed the park below, with ducks cruising merrily along the surface of a pond to the right of the play area, a good ways away from any screaming human children. That would be a good place to stop, and I wouldn't mind a drink either... he decided, then with a gentle tuck of his feathers made a low and swift descent past Scotch Mist, then landed near the water. He pulled his scarf away with some head shakes and tugs of his beak, then slid off the little doll's back-pack on his back and set about opening it, peering at all of the clutter within. He sighed. Would there be enough room? He'd have to make some he decided, and set about rolling up the scarf with his foot.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 1:39 am
He landed on the rooftop taking slow steps towards the chimney... He checked behind all of it's corners. There was nobody there.He flapped his grey wings and got on the top of the chimney, that way he could get a better view of all the rooftops that were nearby. There just had to be some trouble that afternoon. It was quiet. Too quiet for such a sunny weather, Scotch thought, so he decided to stay on the rooftop for a while just to investigate every little thing that might happen.
And, not long after he had made that decision a grey silhouette flew by swiftly close to him. It was another pidge, wearing a... scarf and a backpack? Too suspicious. Scotch had to check this out so with a quick jump from the chimney he was after the other pidge. The chase didn't last too long as the other one landed pretty quickly. Maybe they hadn't noticed him. Not yet, at least but as soon as they landed Scotch landed right next to him taking deep breaths. He wasn't the one to admit that he was slowly getting too old for chasing someone in such a hurry.
As the other was taking his scarf off Scotch shouted "Hey you! What are you doing with that scarf there?" and it came out a bit louder and more aggressive than he would've liked but he blamed that on the adrenaline of the "chase".
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