[[ Kaiyo- Yus, it is an angel roleplay. May I play.. female? and the plot..hrrmm. They are being hunted? The average plot of an angel roleplay? I am really, truely sorry, I am dead right now. ]]

~ Crimmi 

I like the plot. :3 Very creative!

Yah. We won't roleplay that part. o3o Though, I still like the plot.

~ Crimmi 

[[ Okay :3

Should we like.. start in some kind of jail cell?

Alice has a orange-ish/ginger coloured hair. She as fair skin, and her cheeks always seem to have a slight colour to it. Her eyes are a golden yellow colour, and they are always bright, curious, but when angry, they have a firey glow to them. She has black wings, and she is usually wearing a black t-shirt, shorts, and tenis shoes.

(Basically, she is like in my signature, but with straighter hair, and more wavy at the bottom :3 ))

~ Crimmi 

Bump for Kaiyo

~ Crimmi 

(( that works here's my character and I'll start I guess xD ))

He's sort of a dark angel, but is still good. He has messy black hair that can't be tamed. His skin is very pale and his eyes are ice bright blue. He tends to wear dark clothing, and his wings are gray and very tattered with rips from fights with the police.

(( opening ))

Dark black hair shook with the force of the rage the younge man had against his captores. His eyes were ice blue, glaring like daggers at the person who had hit him and torn his wing more then they had ever been. He shook the bars with his hands, his knuckles bloody from being rubbed between the bars.

He growled back at her. "I've been in here enough times to know that. But of course, why give in, when you can annoy the sh*t out of em instead. Sure a great way to p*censored* the time. Sometimes they throw things at you. You can make a tool out of anything you know. Broken out quite a few times as this fella here knows." He laughed and went to his bed, hoping to loosen it from the ground. Apparently they had tied it to a pump or something. It barely would budge.

"Oh where's the fun in that? Come on, you people had to fix it didn't you? Let me guess that you've changed the metal to? What is it? Like....Stupid proof? Come on, you people are so lame. Seriously, you could at least try harder. Seriously, what metal is this. Like...Titanium or something?" He yelled, shaking the bars again.

He laughed again. "I've been a moron all my life, of course I would do this," he replied, his back itching from the pain of holding his wings in. He groaned and stretched like a cat, leaning forward and letting his back arch behind him. "Sorry but I'm a blow," he gasped, letting his wings slowly spring from his back. He screamed in agony, having not had them out in a long time. The wings were a dirty gray, disgusting looking,  almost bone thin, and rips and tears all over them, as if they had lost the will to keep fighting. He groaned when they were realeased, his head lifted towards the heaven with a sigh of contentment.

"Now that, is paradise"

He let his wings shutter violently, and a small cry of pain escaped him as a recent wound  opened. "God Dang it! Why the hell do they always have to hit right there," he growled, knowing he would never be able to take care of it. 

"Oh sorry, um, I uh....tend to get into a lot of trouble.." he merely stated. He didn't want to tell her about being a circus freak slave person. It was humilating for him to go through. He was just a freak show, and was beaten and whipped like a horse. His wings had always popped out in extreme circumstances against his will, and because of that, he was a freak. He hated being what he what.

"Oh what's the use. I'm a circus freak side show piece of sh*t that nobody cares about. I'm beaten and they tear my wings when they tie me up to be laughed at. They treat me like I'm trash. I ran away, got into a fight with some gangs, got caught by the police, resisted arrest, *censored*aulted police officers, escaped from jail, taken back and escaped again, killed a cop, left the state for a little while, SOMEHOW was taken back here and now i'm back. Of course, they think this is going to help. I mean, Seriously, starving me isn't going to do much," he growled, and sighed.

"It's probably true you don't believe me but you can ask some of the guys here. I'm a regular," he laughed.

Alice stared at him, then blinked. "I thought I was the only one..." She personally didn't care that he was a freak. (He really wasn't, his personality made him act like one, but since she had wings to, she would be called a freak to.) She couldn't decide whether she was excited, scared, or awed by this. 

~ Crimmi

"I already over heard them talking about arrangements for that. I think they are going to send us to a lab soon. I don't know exactly when though," she said sitting back down on her bed. She buried her face in her hands. She felt like she was stuck in a hole, and she couldn't get out.

That is probably because you are, she thought to herself angrily. She raised her head, but ended up smacking it hard against the wall behind her. "Ouch," she mumbled rubbing her head. Now she was confused, and her head hurt. What next?

~ Crimmi