The Flock: A Maximum Ride Roleplay (Closed, 7/7)

(I'm gonna wait for someone else to respond so this doesn't become a O/O)

Reese fell off a pile of boxes and landed on a rock. "Ow! HolyshitwhereamI?" He said in one breath.

"Reese!" Winston whisper-shouted, putting a finger to his lips. "You tryna wake the whole flock or somethin'?"

Callie, who had been sleeping on her side with her wings serving as a blanket and her wrist as a pillow, blinked as she woke up. She didn't freak out or anything, just glanced around a little quickly. Feeling something cold underneath her reminded her of a cage, and, well, we don't need to discuss that. She got up and stretched, careful not to be too loud and wake anyone else. "Morning," she said quietly to Reese, Winston, and Jax.

"All the Erasers in the world probably heard you too," she grumbled to Reese, then turned to Callie. "Morning."

Winston waved Callie over to where he and Jax sat, giving her a brotherly smile. "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept alright, thanks. How about you?" Callie asked, walking over to them and sitting down.

"I didn't," he said with a shrug. "It was my watch tonight, since Ellie had it fo' the past few nights."

Reese stuck out his tongue and rubbed his back. "Not my fault. I fell on a rock." He grumbled, doing a two finger salute towards Callie. "What's the plan for today?"

"Depends on what Ellie wants to do when she wakes up," he said, feeling the stubble on his chin. "You know she's the boss."

"I hope its breakfast after we pack up camp." He grumbled and came to sit by them.

"Mornin'," Winston said for what felt for like the millionth time. "Is your back hurtin'?"

"I shouted, stupid rocks." Reese said in greeting

Jax perked up. "I'm hungry!" She exclaimed. Actually, that was a lie. She was starving. It had been a while since the Flock had gotten enough to eat. Being bird kids and all, they needed 3,000 calories a day or more.

Fox blinked, opening his eyes and looking around. “Can you guys shut up? Some of us are trying to sleep,” he complained, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. “Ah well. What’s for breakfast? I’m starving!”

"Anything's fine by me. I could eat a whole cow!" Jax murmured, leaning back and putting her hands behind her head.

“Me too!” Fox agreed, his stomach grumbling. He looked around at the others who were awake with a bit of a grin. He was probably one of the more positive kids in the Flock.

"Anything really sounds good right now," Callie chimed in. Of course, she would love pancakes or something like that, something like what she saw on TV, but she knew that was probably never going to happen. What was the point of being picky if you were on the run from angry Erasers and had no job? Callie wasn't really going to complain about that, though; the Flock was her family and they could all make do. They'd been doing it for quite a while.

"Well, I'm not," said Winston, which wasn't a new thing. His slow metabolism meant he barely needed any food to survive for months without eating. "But I do got 'bout $20 bucks in my pocket. Don' ask me where I got it, but we can go to, like, McDonald's or somethin'."

“You’re never hungry,” Fox added with an eye roll. “But listen to my stomach! It says ‘feed me!’” His stomach grumbled and he laughed. “I am so in for McDonalds or something!”

Jax practically jumped up and unfurled her long dark wings, soaring up a few feet in the air and doing a little twirl. "Let's go, then!" She exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"Let's wait for the others to fully wake up, alright?" he said, smiling at Jax's reaction.

"Aww, alright.." she sighed, flapping her wings and coming down. She had to admit, she did overreact a bit, but after being trapped in a facility where you barely get anything to eat, a full meal sounded wonderful. Plus, she had never tried McDonald's before and it looked delicious.

"They prob'ly jus' have the breakfast menu up right now," he told them, scratching the side of his face, "so I hope you weren't expectin' no burger."

"Well, then," he said, getting to his feet and stretching his arms as far as they'd go, "Let's go."