Who: Fang. Where: Infra, Street. When: 2pm. Why: First Impressions. Open: Yeah, If you wanna tag it.
Fang had been alright on his own for the past few days. After leaving the Flock he’d flown and camped out. He’d been on the German shores last time he had remembered he’s flown from Georgia to Russia in a matter of days. Eating anything he could find and sleeping very little. The last time he had fallen asleep he had slept, he had fallen into a very deep slumber which was very uncharacteristical for him. He had always slept light, there had never been one night when he’d slept right through a whole two hours, so too sleep for over fifteen hours was extremely weird.
Fang was now laying in his stomach, on a bad, looking straight at an alarm clock. It said that it was 2 in the afternoon. Fang had never slept this long. Had he been drugged or what? His wings snapped open as his senses became alert. He stood up and examined the room. Where the hell was he? He walked out into the suite looking around he turned and looked at his door. It had his experiment number, his name and his alias. How wa sit possible for complete strangers to know this about him. He tucked his wings in and began to walk around in a very defensive stance. The school He was positive the School had something to do with this. He looked round for anything from Itex, anything at all that would prove to him that he was at the school.
If he was at the School they had supplied well for him, he checked outj the cupboards and fridge which were completely jammed back with food. He wondered back into his room, he had clothes, all lack, shoes, and everything else he could ever need. His Laptop was on the desk… he felt very weird. He flung the window open and looked outside. He felt like he was having that same old nightmare that he used to have where he ran through the white corridors but could never escape except now he was in some house in some street…
Fang jumped out of the Window and landed Silently on the pavement, he looked around. Where the hell was he. What Facility could have it’s own sky and all these buildings. He thought to himself. Itex could have anything they wanted, needed, imagined. Fang stood in the middle of the street looking around, an Eraser or Flyboy or the soldiers would be coming soon, he hoped. Then he would know some answers. Fang continued to stand in the middle of the road with his black hair blowing slightly in the wind. Where the hell was he. He’d stood outside for so long now how couldn’t someone realise he was out…What if this is what they wanted. Fang snarled to himself and began to run. He ran and Ran but though he knew he hadn’t taken a circular root ended up in the exact same street in front of the same building…
This was weird, Fang had been in weird situations but this was by far the weirdest. He stood looking around completely silent. What was he going to do. He needed to get out of here. What if the Flock ended up here or he was stuck here forever? He couldn’t live like this forever, he needed to fly and be free! If this wasn’t the school or Itex’s doing this was the perfect trap that he would be caught in, one where he couldn’t get out of.