Fwit’s Comments (group member since Apr 07, 2009)

Fwit’s comments from the Maximum Ride...ROCKS! group.

"JAY!"
Jay jumped and looked around at the sound of his own name. It didn't take him very long to spot Song, dressed somewhat normally for once, in navy sweats, a plain white v-neck, and a flat brimmed hat slung casually over the back of his head.

"You look almost like a wannabe today." Jay called, climbing swiftly down from his perch.

Coo: Did someone say Fwit?
Fwit: Like me Fwit?
Me: Like THIS Fwit. Gosh Fwit. You are so full of yourself sometimes.

((WELL HEY THERE MANNI
this is so weird. someone's on the same time i am))
January twirled her straw in her Jamba Juice slowly, trying to stir the melted ice together with the not so melted ice.

Jay held his breath until he couldn't hear the girls' giggling any longer, and breathed out, only to hiccup. "I'm hungry." He said out loud, tentatively, hoping to get his subconscious mind off girls. Girls are scary. He thought defensively. It wasn't his fault he couldn't talk to them without hiccuping. They made him nervous.

January wasn't sure, but she could've sworn that a certain tree trunk looked suspiciously like someone was hiding against it.

"Jan, let's go! I'm hungry." April's voice cut into her reverie.

January felt a slight tingle at the nape of her neck, but none of her friends seem to notice anything, so she dismissed it. It's just a bit chilly, that's all. Nobody's watching.

--

Jay stiffened and pressed himself against the trunk of the tree even harder. One of the girls was looking around.

Coo: Just because you don't know what a mom is doesn't mean you have to insult me for having one.
Aewyth: buuurn
Charlie: You sound like a wimp. That's all. I don't need a mom. Why should you?
Coo: But how did you get here if you don't have a mom?

Jay shivered against the unforgiving wooden box, but not from cold. It was too hot for that. Out here, despite being a desert, it wasn't ever cold. Not even at night.
It definitely wasn't cold.
No. It was fear.
Fear, but not fear for himself.
Fear for his father.
All he could do was shiver in a wooden chest and watch through the lock as his father tried in vain to fight off his three attackers with a baby slung against his chest.
Maybe if his father had owned a gun, things would be different.
But as things would have it, they were so out in the middle of nowhere that even these anonymous masked men didn't have guns.
They were all fighting with swords, unwieldy and not in the least romantic.

Jay leaned his head back against the tree trunk, trying very hard not to think about the giggling group of girls walking very near to where he was hiding. Don't they have anything better to do than giggle? Giggling was okay, but constant giggling? That should be illegal.

Name:Song
Age:18
Mutation: butterfly, bald eagle
Abilities:Quite the quick witted, silver tongued rich player. Can make anything a joke (at least to him), and has quite the eye for fashion. Can pick out lies and deceptions and knows how to find out the truth and what's important
Appearance:Tall, lean, lanky, flamboyant, black hair, laughing amber eyes with sparks of orange and red, always dresses flashily, despises wearing black
Personality: the rich player.


Name:Jay
Age:17
Mutation: manatee, white dolphin (i dunno what they're called lol), rabid bear, hawk
Abilities:the fighter. ninja status. Never gets hurt. No bruises. nothing. Never gets tired.
Appearance: Tall. Shaggy blonde-brown hair with weird (literally) strawberry pink streaks. Haughty green-brown eyes that reflect whatever he's feeling. Muscular, but not like bodybuilder buff.
Personality: Has this habit of hiccuping when he's around girls. dawww. SEEMS to be that standoffish jerkish punk who nobody messes with. you know, nobody hates him, but nobody loves him. he respected. or at least. avoided.

Coo: I miss my mom.
Charlie: Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. She rejected you. You don't miss her. You can't.
Coo: No she didn't!
Charlie: Listen up, wannabe mama's boy. She threw you away. What part of that do you not get.
Coo:i... huh?

Xerxes Break/Belorussia (Ephona) wrote: "Fwit wrote: "Coo avoided Minzy's eyes and tried to tug his umbrella out of her grasp. "I'm from... Alaska... Just visiting relatives." He blurted the first excuse for pale skin that he deemed re..."

((what was our plot again? -.-"
thawi. i forgot. hehe))

((heyheyheyyy
is snowfie like neverr busy? craiji girly
no wonder she's snowfie. lol. idk.))
Coo sniffled and tapped the tip of his sore nose with a cold finger. He was already feeling miserable and the rain drizzling down his window didn't make him feel any better.

Minzy's eyes roved over every detail of Coo's face as he sat across from her at the clear blue plastic table. Whaat the... Creepy. I feel like I know him. That I've known him for a while. Or something.

Coo kept his eyes on his paper cup/bowl of frozen yogurt. "Stop staring. That's stalkerish and creepy."

Minzy looked at the back of Coo's umbrella, eyebrows slightly drawn together. "Don't. Use. That tone. On me. And you know exactly what I mean."

"What do you mean like you? Human?" Coo's normally shy voice was suddenly defensive.

Granted, but then it stops ten minutes into the movie and refuses to unfreeze.

I wish I could have a pet koala.

Minzy gaped openly at Coo. "Are you filming a movie or something? Are you albino? No. You don't have pink eyes. Are you..."

He walked around her, trying to block out the sound of her voice.

"Hey! Wait! Are you... Like..."

A shudder shook his thin frame, and he tried to walk faster. She won't ask THAT. Maybe she'll ask if I'm wearing makeup or something. But definitely not...

"Me...?"

yeh

Coo avoided Minzy's eyes and tried to tug his umbrella out of her grasp. "I'm from... Alaska... Just visiting relatives." He blurted the first excuse for pale skin that he deemed reasonable. Of course he wasn't quite smart enough to know that native Alaskanians weren't paper-white.