Post by Paladin89 on Jan 27, 2011 18:14:48 GMT -5
(The basic outline of this rp will be as so. At this moment Skye Cloudrunner doesn't know how to fly. With the aid of Martin Castle they slowly try to gain their wings. Unfortunately KG patrols are a constant threat, as well as hunger and a lack of shelter. In between Martin having to find work to get food, they are constantly on the move, else be captured and returned to the life of being a living experiment. Can they survive? Can Martin keep Skye secret? And what will happen if anyone finds out about them?
Come join a story about friendship, conflict, espionage, and how working together anything can be over come!)
Dust puffed up, blown around by the propulsion of a rusty, beat up, jet board. As it came to a halt it sputtered and putted as it rider stepped off. Then with one final kuput the old machine fell to the ground, it's battery dead.
Martin looked down at the old board, shaking his head. This was an antique compared to the new jet boards out on the market!
Looking up he saw an ad on a bill board for one of the newest jet boards that just hit the shelves.
'If only, if only,' he thought.
'Just be happy you have one.'
With a frown Martin bent down and picked up the beat up board. Placing it under his arm, Martin began running up the steps of the library, it's large doors open as people walked in and out.
Martin dodged between people especially one guy who was yelling out about the Krimson Guard, and the disgrace they had become. Martin paid him no notice. His mind was on other things. He was on a mission.
Running into the main hall of the library Martin looked up in awe at the multiple floors filled with books. Martin loved this place and hated it at the same time. He had many wonderful adventures in the stories that sat it's shelves. Of course he had also had to do a many a research paper here as well.
Looking around Martin finally located the card catalogue. With a veteran hand, he began to file through the cards until he found all he was looking for. Pulling out a small pad and pen, he began to write down everything he needed, book name, book number, what floor, author, so on and so forth.
Looking everything over he gave a sigh, looking up at the floors he would have to go to. 'This may take a while.'
Repositioning the jet board under his arm Martin began to climb up a flight of stairs. After a few minutes, Martin found his way up to the fourth floor. After spending three years stuck in a cell had managed to muffle his memory some.
Looking at the first book on his list he began looking around searching for a book call "Flight, How It's Possible" and "Into the Wild Blue Yonder : The Science of Flight". After a few minutes he found what he needed.
From there he hopped down the stairs to the third floor where started looking for others books. This was a little more difficult as he had to go to the other side of the library. Finding his aisle he went down and found more books, "Leather : An Art Form", "Saddles and Harnesses, New and Old", and another book that caught his eye, "Working with Leather : How to Enhance Your Works".
By this time we was having to hold his jet board with the books piled up on top, balancing it on a knee as he looked to see where the next books where. Rolling his eyes, he groaned. 'Why didn't I notice this earlier!', Martin thought.
'Well then you better get walking.'
With a sigh, Martin put his pad on on top of the books he had gathered, picked jet board up from his knee, and began to walk up the stairs to fifth floor.
Huffing and puffing, Martin finally reached the fifth floor.
'Your out of shape.'
'Shut it you.'
Leaning against a self full of books both new and old, Martin looked at his small note pad. "Okay aisle 743, aisle 743," Martin said to himself. Looking down the rows of shelves couldn't see the aisle he needed. Leaning his head back he sighed, "Crap, more walki-hello!"
Right above his head was a small metal plate screwed into the dark wood of the shelf. Engraved into the brass plate were the numbers 743.
"Cha Ching!" he said as he stood up and started down the aisle.
And right at the beginning, to Martin's delight, were the books! They sat just a few shelve above his head, "Mechanics 101" and "Jet Boards : The Ins and Outs". Reaching up he plucked the first book from it's perch then he went for the highest. Standing on his tip toes he stretched his tall slender body to it full length. Unfortunately he was a little over loaded with the combination of books of different sizes and weights along with the old jet board. No sooner had he pulled the book from it's spot he lost his grip on all he was holding. With a desperate grab he tried to catch everything but instead slipped and fell. A moment later he had a jet board pressing on his chest and multiple books falling about him.
With his eyes closed he just lay there, completely embarrassed, and hoping no one had seen him.
'Way to go twinkle toes!'
'Quiet you,' he thought with a groan as he rolled over and began throwing everything on his jet board again.
With the final book back on board he lifted it with a grunt. 'Now, time to get to work!' he thought.
'Finally!'
'Shut up!'
'Make me.'
'Umm...'
Come join a story about friendship, conflict, espionage, and how working together anything can be over come!)
Dust puffed up, blown around by the propulsion of a rusty, beat up, jet board. As it came to a halt it sputtered and putted as it rider stepped off. Then with one final kuput the old machine fell to the ground, it's battery dead.
Martin looked down at the old board, shaking his head. This was an antique compared to the new jet boards out on the market!
Looking up he saw an ad on a bill board for one of the newest jet boards that just hit the shelves.
'If only, if only,' he thought.
'Just be happy you have one.'
With a frown Martin bent down and picked up the beat up board. Placing it under his arm, Martin began running up the steps of the library, it's large doors open as people walked in and out.
Martin dodged between people especially one guy who was yelling out about the Krimson Guard, and the disgrace they had become. Martin paid him no notice. His mind was on other things. He was on a mission.
Running into the main hall of the library Martin looked up in awe at the multiple floors filled with books. Martin loved this place and hated it at the same time. He had many wonderful adventures in the stories that sat it's shelves. Of course he had also had to do a many a research paper here as well.
Looking around Martin finally located the card catalogue. With a veteran hand, he began to file through the cards until he found all he was looking for. Pulling out a small pad and pen, he began to write down everything he needed, book name, book number, what floor, author, so on and so forth.
Looking everything over he gave a sigh, looking up at the floors he would have to go to. 'This may take a while.'
Repositioning the jet board under his arm Martin began to climb up a flight of stairs. After a few minutes, Martin found his way up to the fourth floor. After spending three years stuck in a cell had managed to muffle his memory some.
Looking at the first book on his list he began looking around searching for a book call "Flight, How It's Possible" and "Into the Wild Blue Yonder : The Science of Flight". After a few minutes he found what he needed.
From there he hopped down the stairs to the third floor where started looking for others books. This was a little more difficult as he had to go to the other side of the library. Finding his aisle he went down and found more books, "Leather : An Art Form", "Saddles and Harnesses, New and Old", and another book that caught his eye, "Working with Leather : How to Enhance Your Works".
By this time we was having to hold his jet board with the books piled up on top, balancing it on a knee as he looked to see where the next books where. Rolling his eyes, he groaned. 'Why didn't I notice this earlier!', Martin thought.
'Well then you better get walking.'
With a sigh, Martin put his pad on on top of the books he had gathered, picked jet board up from his knee, and began to walk up the stairs to fifth floor.
Huffing and puffing, Martin finally reached the fifth floor.
'Your out of shape.'
'Shut it you.'
Leaning against a self full of books both new and old, Martin looked at his small note pad. "Okay aisle 743, aisle 743," Martin said to himself. Looking down the rows of shelves couldn't see the aisle he needed. Leaning his head back he sighed, "Crap, more walki-hello!"
Right above his head was a small metal plate screwed into the dark wood of the shelf. Engraved into the brass plate were the numbers 743.
"Cha Ching!" he said as he stood up and started down the aisle.
And right at the beginning, to Martin's delight, were the books! They sat just a few shelve above his head, "Mechanics 101" and "Jet Boards : The Ins and Outs". Reaching up he plucked the first book from it's perch then he went for the highest. Standing on his tip toes he stretched his tall slender body to it full length. Unfortunately he was a little over loaded with the combination of books of different sizes and weights along with the old jet board. No sooner had he pulled the book from it's spot he lost his grip on all he was holding. With a desperate grab he tried to catch everything but instead slipped and fell. A moment later he had a jet board pressing on his chest and multiple books falling about him.
With his eyes closed he just lay there, completely embarrassed, and hoping no one had seen him.
'Way to go twinkle toes!'
'Quiet you,' he thought with a groan as he rolled over and began throwing everything on his jet board again.
With the final book back on board he lifted it with a grunt. 'Now, time to get to work!' he thought.
'Finally!'
'Shut up!'
'Make me.'
'Umm...'
