FALLING under [ig]

[QUINTON ACREE]

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #; opacity: 0.5; color: EEE9E9]TAG: IGGY WORDS: n/a NOTES: Angggstttt The training grounds. This was his childhood and all his life. This was where he had spent most of his days, as the scientists that tested on him improved his strength. It was here that he had defeated many foes and had obtained many wounds as well, but always getting stronger. His hands moved along the walls as many memories passed through this place. He let his eyes close for a moment as flashbacks appeared behind his close lids. Every one of them sending shivers and adrenaline up his spine. The loud noises of clashing of different metals, oh it all came back to him as -- He was broken out of his nightmares, which is the closest thing to what he could call them from how he felt, at a sound of banging. Adrenaline rushing through his veins he reached for the whip on his side unlatching it and instantly about to jump into battle as a white coat seemed to appear before him. The male quickly felt himself go to his knees. Perhaps he had been here to long to be bowing to the people that made him a freak and kidnapped his mother. He knew better than to piss off one of them though. They would kill his mother and he knew it. They owned him for his father's mistakes, and he only knew such because he had heard them talking about it when they thought he had been unconscious. He was nothing but a servant to them. He didn't look up at the man and instead kept his eyes downcast. The man moving his hand over the boy's hair gently almost carressingly. He didn't move and let him. " Quinton.. it has been a while since you have fought in here. Are you wondering why I summoned you here?" the man asked a evil seeming to drip off him. "N-No sir. I didn't think about why.. I just came." he said softly. His voice never raising higher than a dull whisper, lest he offend the man in some way. " I would like to see how far you have progressed boy. Does that bother you?" the man asked. Quin knew he was only asking such to test him. He knew it didn't matter how he felt. "No sir.. it doesn't." he said. The man smiled and moved away. " I have arranged a little fight for you. Though, you may have a bit of a challenge with this one. Being that.. he is one of the avian's that keep trying to escape." Quin's eyes widened but he didn't say anything and let his bangs cover his expression. He didn't want to fight them. He didn't at all, for some nights he had actually contemplated asking for their help, but now.. it was a lost cause. For he could not disobey this man. It seemed everything just kept falling apart.

[IGGY]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#a7a7a7;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;]is the whole world crazy now?[/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]WOULD HIS SPIRIT ever quit? It was something the people at the school were probably wondering. How many times could you kick a person, tear them down, shatter them into pieces before they finally just couldn't get up anymore? Tch, no. That was suggesting that the School viewed him as human, and they didn't. No, if they did maybe they would have felt something like a stab of guilt. Hell, he wasn't sure these particular people would. All he knew was that they would never see him as a human being. Maybe it was better that they didn't. At least, as a testament to their character. Iggy personally hoped that if there was a God he'd bring down some sort of hellish fury on the heads of the scientists here. Let them burn for all they did. A stab of bitter resentment burst through him, and the blind avian hybrid shuffled down the hall with his eyes only half open. Weight shackles were on his hands and feet, cumbersome things that made it hard to move properly. They were so he didn't try to fly away. Drawback of having a mutant that could spread their wings and take off was that they tended to do that. And since they didn't want to "damage" him they couldn't very well clip his wings. Despite the slow shuffling movement Iggy was taking, he couldn't help but wonder exactly what they had in store for him. He lifted his head a little, sniffing at the air... hoping against hope that he'd smell a breeze. Something, anything, that might lead him to a window. To freedom. He still wanted it, still fought for it. Twelve years hadn't yet beaten that from his wiry-frame. He wasn't about to stop fighting, not when he'd once tasted the open sky for himself. Not when he had two children to find. His heart twanged, he shouldered the pain aside. At least for now. Now was not the time to sulk. Now was the time to get ready for a fight. The training area, that was where they were taking him. A door clanged open. A sound that resonated in his chest. Two arms locked around the wings on his back, and Iggy winced as the fragile appendages were twisted under the weight. The shackles that weighted him to the earth were removed though, and as soon as whoever had been holding his wings jumped back Iggy straightened from his slightly hunched over position and rubbed at the raw skin on his wrists. As he was doing this he was listening, his senses piqued to hear the sound of another person's heartbeat. To feel the very heat wafting off of their body. The way his other senses had compensated for him not having sight was superb, better than most... surely his mutant status attributed to that though. "I'd say nice to meet you," Iggy said after a moment of rubbing at his wrists. His tone was dry, sarcastic, but with an edge of humor to it that was surprising considering everything that had happened in the last twelve years. The blind man was staring straight ahead, his sightless eyes focused on some unseen point. "But of course, in a few seconds or so they'll ring a gong or something, and we'll be trying to beat the crap out of each other." He was, admittedly, trying to throw his opponent. Really, people weren't so "talkative" in these fighting competitions. At least, not when one of the parties was forced to fight for whatever reason. Anything to get in the other's head. Meanwhile he was automatically trying to feel a breeze, something that would tell him where an exit was. An old habit, really. Relatively useless in this situation. He tensed his shoulders a little, letting his wings stretch out behind him. He felt weightless, probably thanks to the weighted shackles being taken off, but was wary. In a fight he couldn't make the first hit, as much as he would like to. He had to draw the person in close, and gauge how tall they were, how much they weighed, all without sight. A task that was, all at once, harder and easier than it looked. It's complicated.[/style]

[style=font-size:9px; font-weight:bold;]CITY BY HONEYBEE[/style]

[QUINTON ACREE]

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[atrb=style, padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #; opacity: 0.5; color: EEE9E9]TAG: IGGY WORDS: n/a NOTES: and yeah.. he's gonna feel like shit later Quin didn't have a chance to say anything before the man seemed to move away. He felt his body slowly move back to its feet. Since the man had moved away there was no point staying down now was there? Like a servant to master he only rose when the master was away and not near him. Quin stepped forward after him before the sound of more noise hit him fast and hard. His eyes turned quickly to the other side of the room and just like the man had said, one of the avian's were there. But quin knew this one.. this one was.. iggy? He couldn't remember if it was the right name or not, but the most important thing was that.. he knew he was blind. How low did this place seem to make him go. Now they had him fighting not only one of the avians but the one that was blind? It hit him hard, they knew.. that had to be it. They knew he had wanted to ask for help. That was why they did it. They wouldn't accept if he lost, if he lost he didn't know what they would do to him or his mother. And if he won.. DAMN IT! These guys were psychopaths. They knew how to get in your mind and hit the most horrible part in there. And to Quin, that was fighting one of them, and even worst off the one that would take longer to get used to fighting. His powers wouldn't help either. Being able to shapeshift any inanimate object he touched. Iggy was good at hearing so he would be good to tell when he was coming. But how would he knew when he changed and morphed items. Quinton felt like crap, he couldn't do this he just couldn't. His mind was going through a mental panic, before he was pulled out of it by none other than the other blonde that was now in the same room. He heard the males words but could hear the sarcasm behind it. He didn't blame him for it one bit. Being stuck here for as long as he had. Sometimes Quin envied their wings. At least they knew what it was like to get away from the world. At least they had been free before. Quinton hadn't been free in years. Sure, he went outside, but he was constantly watched. He knew he was. If he did just one thing wrong, he knew that it would come back to hurt him. It had happened before. Though the male wanted to see his mother more than anything else. The woman was everything to him. It was the only reason he listened to these horrible people here. He could tell that the blue eyed-blonde didn't expect him to respond and he knew if he did, he couldn't say anything nice with the scientists around. "Your probably right." he said softly. It was soft enough that only iggy could hear it. A murmur really. With the blonde attuned hearing he thought it would be easy for him. Perhaps he could try to help-- what was he thinking? If he even thought about helping the blonde, then his own mother would pay for his acts. "I really don't want to fight you.. I actually wanted the flocks.. help.. but.. it seems they know of my plans.. which is why they arranged this." he continued in the low voice. He felt rushed and his adrenaline kick in. He didn't know how long they had before whatever sounded and they were sent into a fighting frenzy. Once that bell sounded it would be all over.