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 Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:47 am
The reason Kazuo liked going around the city in his quail form is because he was usually pretty ignored. He was a tiny little quail that weaved in and out of crowds, around people, dodged cars quickly as he crossed the street and was usually left alone save for children. Children, however, he loved to play with because they were so good and pure. Even on a hot summer day like this Kazuo's quail form went ignored and he picked at crumbs on the side walk because he had to keep up appearances, right? The last thing the tiny bird wanted was to have someone find him and try to pick him up. He wasn't doing anything, really, nothing important. The need to avoid people and yet get out was strong, and that's why he was currently picking at stale bread on the side walk before taking off across the street from one of the many clothing shops in this part of town. Window shopping was a lot easier, too. Sadly, none of the normal stores carried things in his size so he was always swimming in clothes. The quail huffed a sigh and a quail like chirp left him before he took off again like a quail on a mission.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 11:11 am
There wasn’t much going on during the summer. Michael didn’t need a second job to tide him over like many other teachers, so he took his time doing whatever he liked. Working on his bike, hanging out at coffee shops or working out at the gym — whatever he felt like when he woke up in the morning.
Today he was on the hunt for new jeans, as his favorite pair had horrible grease stains from working on his bike engine. It wasn’t too crowded that day, at least, being a Monday and all. The last thing Michael wanted to do was battle the crowds to get new clothing.
But before he could make it to the store he was heading to, something strange caught his eye. At first glance it looked like a pigeon, but a second glance made it quite obvious that it wasn’t. A pet that had escaped maybe?
The noise of someone dumping a finished drink cup into a trashcan caught his attention as well, and he took a few steps backwards to take a couple moments to pull the used, large drink cup out of the trash (earning him a few strange looks), and dumping the rest of the soda out into a nearby bush.
The cup itself was clear plastic, and while he discarded the straw, he kept hold of the lid. Pigeons he didn’t care about, but this little bird was clearly out of its element and would probably survive better in a park or something of that nature.
Quietly as possible, Michael snuck up behind the bird and dropped the clear, empty cup over top. Even if it got its wings a little sticky, it was better than getting run over, right?
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Posted: Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:10 am
Quail was oblivious to a certain school kid spotting him. The bird was worried about the children, like thirteen and younger chasing him more than anything right now. His tail feathers twitched this way and that before he carried on down the sidewalk, seeming to slip even further into the crowds. His little feet moved in such a hurry, dodging human shoes and the occasional dog that would bark at him. Though this one stray dog seemed to not realize that chasing birds was a bad thing, and now... He was taking off as fast as he could without flying. Mainly because in his panicked brain he forgot he could fly. Quail just knew he didn't want to get eaten. I can't change now! There's too many people! Crap, crap crap!
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2014 7:34 am
Michael’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration as the small bird evaded his cup and continued on its way through the crowd. Maybe it couldn’t fly? Even more of a reason for him to try and catch it and set it in a less dangerous location. Or even take it to an animal shelter. Maybe his brother could come and take the bird with him the next time he went to volunteer.
As a dog got curious about the bird, and the bird became more distressed, Michael changed his tactic. He kept hold of the cup for later use, but he also took a moment to pull his shirt off, garnering even more strange looks from passersby. Others didn’t care, or seemed intrigued — not that Michael cared (despite flashing a wink at a group of teenage girls who were probably ten years too young for him, and therefore he had no interest).
“Back!” he called to get the dog’s attention. It seemed to work for a moment, which was all he needed. Now with the shirt and its increased surface area, he threw it over top of the bird, hoping to stop it in its tracks.
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Posted: Sat Sep 06, 2014 5:49 am
The boy yelling back caught him by surprise too and Quail stopped to look at him, only to have the sky blinded by the shirt suddenly being thrown over him. The quail let out a distressed noise and tried to leave, but he couldn't. In this form this shirt was too big and heavy for him, but it didn't stop him from struggling and chirping relentlessly. He was in full panic mode. What if he was going to be kept as a pet again?! He couldn't do it. So he flapped his wings and tried to fly away, but he did little more then jump. Where was someone when he needed them?
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 3:38 pm
Scooping the small bird up into his shirt, Michael made sure not to completely squish it as he made his way off the sidewalk and towards a nearby park.
“Calm down,” he sighed as he carried the small animal, but paused to wink at a couple women who thought it was amusing that he’d taken off his shirt. He had enough tattoos and scars to show off, so it wasn’t like it was a horrible thing. Unless someone was offended by it, in which case they coul get over themselves.
Once he was away from the bustling city street and away from the dogs and other animals, he carefully unwrapped the shirt from around the bird to take a look at it with a small smile. “You’re going to get hurt if you’re in the city,” he said, well aware that he was speaking to an animal. After making sure he hadn’t accidentally harmed it in the process of taking it to safety, he lifted his hand up to a low branch of a tree.
“Can you fly?” he wondered, patiently waiting for the small bird to get onto the branch, not wanting to leave it if it was just going to fall back to the ground. Saint Sergio I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I lost the link. QQ
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2015 11:03 am
When he was basically wrapped in the shirt, the quail didn't stop chirping annoyingly and squirming, trying to get loose. What the heck was going on?! He puffed up and bounced a bit to try to get this man to put him down or shock him enough the shirt opened up a bit and he could fly off. Unfortunately for him, nothing like that happened and he just grew quiet and started to glower within his warm confines. Then, all at once, the shirt opened up and then hopped onto the tree branch that was offered to him and he just looked down at the other and gave an angry screeching noise before hopping around on the branch. Could he fly? Now Quail was insulted. With a tiny bird snort, he flapped his wings a bit and then started to fly off. No more being captured! That was not how he wanted to spend a day! Or even a few minutes. Ugh. Stupid boy with his fascination with birds.
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