nixe_eva

Hybrid/Maximum Ride is actually a very pretty girl. At somewhere between an old fourteen-year-old and a young seventeen-year-old, she's 5'9"-ish and slender. Her hair is blonde with some pink highlights and under her wispy bangs set two dark brown eyes. Her 13' wings are similar to that of a Red-Tailed Hawk and she takes great pride in their beauty, even if she's afraid to show them to the public. In edensphere she can be seen wearing a loose jacket over a comfortable mock-tee, paired with loose jeans, or a Fishbowl-equivalent. The part that makes her, well, unattractive, is the general lack of clean clothes. Overall, hygiene is not her first priority, although she's been spoiling herself with a daily shower in edensphere. She's slowly collecting more variants on her garb, but, in the end, is too stingy and paranoid to buy more than she can carry.

I should've done this earlier. Oh well.

ConCrit post for Maximum Ride/Hybrid.

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So...

Black guy in a suit suit with a person in it. Heavy breathing. In the market. If I'd just paid a little more attention to Culture 101, maybe I'd remember the darn name. Isn't he supposed to be someone's father?

['suit with a person in it' is scribbled above the stricken line]

I am gladdened to kn

"gladdened?" My mind wonders? Why such a word? A throw this aside as I think on the recent departure of such a uniform. Not only did my mind remind me such a thing must have been from another time of my life, it was hardly intended for someone of my statur

[there's a pause]

As my fingers caress each page, reading the uselessly long handwriting of others, I wonder... I am not the only one so cursed?

[Translation: Yay the uniforms are gone. It pinged me for annoying and bad things. My wings were pretty uncomfortable. Apparently I'm not the only writing in ridiculously fancy speech.]

In case you happen to pass by me, no I'm not insane, just going through a little bout of the jitterbug.

Apple? You around your journal?

[ooc: Hybrid is occasionally forced to do the chicken dance to music no one else can hear. ^^; Feel free to have seen a cloaked figure doing such.]

A Letter to the Editor–

I'd really prefer to not be chased by explosions everywhere I go. Not only is it generally unsafe, we have a bar here with alcohol and even I'm smart enough to know what happens when fire and that stuff meet.

Apple's still on the down-low, so I don't have any other news for other people looking for him.

[ooc: I know others have done explosions, but as Hybrid has firebug flock-mates in canon... :D She keeps wanting to yell at nonexistent people for causing them.]

Since this is what people usually

Has anyone seen Apple? He's a little kid, dark hair, loves to eat.

Well, cheery weather we're having today.

Apparently I'm not the only one imagining stuff coming from nowhere, so here's props for sanity.

Apple. What are you up to these days?

If I've still got a spot, I'll report to work tomorrow, Snap.

[there's a short pause]

Sphere: Tell me if you see a blond girl running around.

Resident murderers or otherwise people inclined to bodily harm, including pedophiles: you touch her and I will make sure you never have kids. Death's not really a good threat anymore.

I wond Has anyo Save th

Dear Edensphere,

Keep your chicken pox to yourself. I don't want it. You sick people take that lotion and oatmeal crap. Maybe take a day at the spa. And eat your veggies. It'll help you grow real big and strong.

Also, being tarred and feathered is not on my list of to-dos.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Dear Edensphere,

I'm through watching the dream reruns and they are overdue to be returned to you.

Take your dreams back and let me sleep.

Yours Truly,
A Resident

P.S. You can have the marshmallow-bonanza too.

[There are inkblots and the writing is smudged quite a few words are struck out or blotted out. It takes a few seconds before anything legible is actually written. Feel free to decide what struck out words are legible and what aren't.]

the whose blon men

Three bodies are In the House. One blonde Woman and Two Men. all are Dead.

[ooc: >>;; Hybrid's post from this log.]

Dittoing Scales.

Don't know who it matters to anymore, but, yeah. Out of the Twilight Zone.

[ooc: Hybrid still looks like this]

A B [inkblot] D

[tap tap tap]

How many other handwritings can read this?

[ooc: :| Someone has been watching the journal and noticing the various handwritings since her rebirth. Also, hiding. Because that is what Hybrid does best.]

The weather's nice.

Wonder if it's going to stay that way.

[ooc: Hybrid has little to make commentary on. XD Also, she's begun flying at night around the City Without Walls, once or twice a week around midnight/1AM, so feel free to have your character see a person with wings around that time. ♥]

Against... What. The bad guys?

I think Scales had it right.

and Justice, next time you decide to die, at least do it quietly, or, more preferably, naturally.

[ooc: strikes are only visible briefly, until they're blacked out.]