|Bazzer (bookman_bazzer) wrote in hydepark_corner,|
@ 2009-07-04 14:02:00
in the skies above London
Subject: stretching his wings
Where: the skies over London
Warnings: None (yet)
Open to: Nigel Unwin, anyone
Sometimes, Bazzer just needed to stretch his wings. If he were in Cornwall he'd have gone flying nearly every day, but here in London, he could only do it on rare occasions when it was safe and never in the daylight. The flat he shared with his uncle had two bedrooms, but he couldn't stretch himself out completely in his bedroom and even if he left the door open, he was liable to hit something. Most of the time, he made do by climbing on the roof and just stretching where no one could see without flying.
Tonight, however, was too pretty to no take the risk. On the roof of the building behind the chimney stack where he knew he couldn't be seen Bazzer quickly shrugged out of his overcoat, waistcoat and shirt, folding them neatly and placing them in a stack. Unbuttoning his trousers he dropped them only to pull them up again, the inky black feathers released from where they had been stuffed down his pant legs. Furtively, Bazzer glanced around just in case. There was no one watching. Reaching up he unbuckled the leather straps against his torso and across his chest, and let the contraption fall to the ground.
With a sigh he let his wings expand, breathing deeply at the feeling of freedom. Keeping them bound the way he did was painful and the straps rubbed despite his best efforts. There were places on his wings where the feathers were missing from where the straps lay and he had had blisters before too, though he didn't see any now as he inspected them. Shaking his muscles he looked up at the darkening sky. Twilight was almost over and the night coming. He wouldn't be able to fly for long before he ran out of light, but anything was better than nothing.
With a great flap of his wings, Bazzer took to the sky, climbing high into the air until he could use the wind currents to help maintain altitude he soared over the London evening. He was too high for people to make out who he was other than a pale man with large black wings, but that in and of itself was not exactly normal for London. This wasn't the brightest thing to do either, with the monster loose in the city, but Bazzer didn't care. He suspected that whatever it was couldn't reach him up in the air anyways and he needed to fly, needed to feel the wind in his hair.
OOC Note: anyone can spy him up in the air, flying around and generally just having a good time, but he won't be landing or paying anyone on the ground any attention.