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Maximum Ride ~The Other Story II~

This RP is already in progress please do not post any replies within this thread if you are not part of the RP!! You are more than welcome to read and enjoy. Thank you :3

Opening Plot:

Somewhere on the California coast lays a hidden in plain site. Most people who come across the building assume it's another marine research center. In reality it is far worse. This base is where the White Coats do their nasty experiments on animals and other human beings. A place anyone who is on the other end of the needle would call a living nightmare.

Lately the White Coats had been acting strange compared to their normal strange. They have been avoiding most of their experiments for the last several days. Keeping things hush hush. Doing a lot more paperwork than poking. What's even weirder was that the Erasers... were acting somewhat well mannered. Only to a certain few.

It wasn't until things started to become more quiet you figure out what was going on. Many of the experiments were being transported. To where exactly is unknown, which is a cause of worry. Luckily you didn't to get to find out. On the way to the next location fate was on your side. The armored van that was transporting you, and one other, hit or was hit by something causing the vehicle to drive off a five story cliff. Banged up a bit you managed to survive the crash. You searched through the wreckage to see who else survived the crash. Unfortunately the death count was high. The one out of five Erasers was badly wounded, all the rest perished on impact. You felt somewhat relieved but sadden by the fact lives were lost.

It then dawned on you! No one else was around-- besides one other bird kid-- so why wait around for the White Coats to discover the wreckage. They can be on their way now! So take flight and GO! Be Free!

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(Note: The characters will head east to New York. Many things will happen along the way, even maybe getting lost and end up in Florida. Or get captured and brought back to a lab. It's hard to say. I will add more notes in this section in the future if I think of anything to add. It won't look like this little note. It will look more fancy with numbering, organization etc!)

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Things We Need to Know!:

Mutant Bird Kids: 98% human, 2% avian (bird). Bone structure is lighter enabling them to fly, heavier bones would have proven to be a problem. Their wings are quite large. When stretched out they appear longer than their body. Example: Bird Kid height- 5'6" Wing Span: Roughly 14 feet. On some occasions the mutations within the bird kid evolve causing them to gain new abilities such walking through walls, turning invisible, talking to animals etc.

Erasers: Human-wolf hybrids. Most of the time they take on human form but when on the attack or on the hunt they'll appearance takes on a more wolfish look. Almost like you modern day werewolf. Almost all of them have nasty jerk like personalities. A handful have the thirst for blood. Erasers are the White Coats lackeys. So trusting one of them is a high level risk, better to avoid. Lastly, Erasers have a shorter life span do to unknown reasons. The max most Erasers live up too is 5 years, after becoming a genetic freak the White Coats mended together.

White Coats: Scientist who enjoy experimenting on other humans. They have labs all across the globe, most hidden some in plain sight. Not all White Coats are evil beings, some are out to help improve the world's existence yet those who they poke and probe don't see it that way. A few are just plain crazy in the head. Depends on how you look at it. The White Coats do call the shots but their is usually one to a few directors in charge of a region. Some make themselves known while others like to lay in wait.

My Character:

Name: Carter Everdeen
Age: 16
Date of Birth: December 24th
Place of Birth: N/A
Gender: Female
Skin Color/Tone: Caucasian, lightly tanned.
Eyes:Hazel, mostly green with some brown and yellow mixed in.
Hair Color and Style: Thick copper brown-- with a red tint-- loose curly nearly unmanageable hair. Because of the loose curls her hair is layered differently, depending on how the hair drys. Bangs are cut just above the jawline. Rest of hair hovers just barely over her shoulders. Link to hair appearance.
Weight and Height: 5'5" in a half. Looks smaller do to her petite body structure. Weights in around 98 pounds, do to having lighter density bones her weight less than that of someone her size.
Personality: Adventurous. Pretty level headed but can come across moody. Determined. Caring towards others but has a hard time expressing it. Likes to learn.
Everyday Appearance: Before Carter was forced to wear hospital type pajamas that all experiments wore. Once free she wore pretty much anything that fitted nicely. She prefers a forest green t-shirt. Dark jeans jacket. Matching in color skinning jeans--ones you can still move around in. Hiking combat styled brown boots, laces match in color. Simple comfortable wear.
Background Story: N/A
Inhuman Abilities: Teleportation. Do to lack of practice Carter can only teleport roughly about ten inches elsewhere. She has to be looking to where she'll teleport next. Sometimes she can even picture the area and move there without much effort. Using this ability too much in a short distance of time can strain Carter's body to the point she is paralyzed. Paralyses can last up to an hour to about five hours depending how extensive Carter uses her powers. Paralyses also can happen when she teleports further than what her body can handle.
Coloring of the Wings: Hawk like wings same copper coloring as her hair. Some faded black spotting on outer part of wings. Lighter in color underneath the wings. White tips.

Shortii's Character:

Name: Zachary Silverwood
Age: 19
Date of Birth: December 11th
Place of Birth: California
Gender: Male
Skin Tone: Light Skinned
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color and Style: Black, Long Enough to cover his ears but not long enough to tie back. most of the time his hair is covering his left eye.
Weight and Height: 180pnds 6'2
What He Wears: Avenged Sevenfold Shirt along with his leather black jacket. Torn Blue Jeans and Red Converse.
Personality: Zacky isn't the talkative kind, unless he is asked to talk. He's what you call your sour wolf. Even though he isn't your typical smiling guy, he cares very much about the people that surround him. He will risk his life to save anyone else's. He's brave, brutally honest and gets to the point. He hates lies and being told he's a freak. No matter what the situation is you can count on him to tell you the truth.
Wing Color:Same as his hair. His downy feathers are a light shade of gray.
Abilities: He's really smart. No matter the situation he will get out of it if needed. Special ability is for him to blend along with the background. In a matter of minutes he can fade within a background. Night Vision.

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I sat curled at the furthest corner of my crate. Yes, crate. One big enough to fit a Great Dane. Small enough to keep me contained. Lately it's been quiet. Too quiet for comfort. Like the saying goes <i>"The calm before a big storm."</i> The air around the place was eerie. Being kept in isolation from the other experiments in a musty room didn't help much. <br /> <br /> The last the White Coats barely took any notice in me. Thank the heavens. When I do see them all they do is flip through the papers on their clipboards. Whispering among themselves. I haven't seen any Erasers lately either. I am more relieved about it then having a being ran through painful tests of endurance. With all that is going on my thoughts lead to many unpleasant thoughts. Several I don't even want to mention. Few of my thoughts were about growing another arm or a third eye ball. Things like that do happen around it here. So, it's no laughing matter. <br /> <br /> After a few hours passed, what seemed like hours, my legs started to cramp from sitting in a tight position for so long. I stretched out my legs. They felt as if they wrapped tightly in a bandage together. That's how stiff they feel. Having no exercise and living in a cramped cage doesn't help. After stretching them out the best that I could I curled them back up to chest leaning my check on my knees. <br /> <br /> I wanted to go to sleep. With my thoughts racing, sensing something wasn't right. Stress was keeping be wide awake. I probably look like a raccoon by now. Meaning I have dark circles forming under my eyes.<br /> <br /> Another hour had passed with no luck of dozing off. When I was about shift around the doors to the room I was being kept in swung open. My heart leaped out of surprise but sank quickly back down out of fright. A few White Coats walked followed by two Erasers. I swallowed my breath hoping my worse fears weren't coming into reality. The Erasers stayed near the doorway while the White Coats approached. I recognized most of them beside one. Everyone remained silent while the new face studied me. The way he was starring at me sent a chill through my spine. <br /> <br /> "She'll do." He said. With a wave of a hand the two Erasers walked forward. Picking up my crate without hesitating. It all happened so quick I didn't get a chance to ask what was going on. It wasn't like anyone was going to give me an answer anyways. <br /> <br /> The Erasers carried the crate through several hallways. Soon they reached the garage they dropped me. Literally! Being held up inches off the ground they let go. I bumped my check on one of the bars other than that I braced myself. Having gone through many unexpected trials my reflexes are quick. The Erasers snarled something then walked off leaving me in a room with other crates with sorry looking experiments. Some cages were covered in tarps. Others were being loaded into armored vans or sent away.<br /> <br /> Not even moments later the Erasers returned. Hauling me towards a van. Soon inside they covered my crate with a white sheet. Guess they ran out of tarps. I can see through it just a bit to make out shapes. The Erasers moved away only to haul in another crate. By the size of the van and how heavy the crate thumped. I am and whoever else was in the other cage are the only two experiments present.<br /> <br /> The two Erasers who brought in the other crate sat down on the seats on either side of the van. From what I saw there weren't any windows back here. Meaning no sight seeing for them. Meaning boredom. Also meaning torment for me and whoever is in here. Soon two more people came into the van shutting the doors behind them. No sooner they did the van engine turned on. A light tug on the tires we were on the go.<br /> <br />

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