iggy. (hey_sarcasm) wrote in paragraffiti, @ 2008-05-12 22:29:00 |
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Current mood: | cranky |
Okay. So I'm not Fang or anything, but being as I don't know where Fang is right now (or anyone else, for that matter), I guess you'll just have to put up with me.
This is Iggy, by the way. For those few of you who might actually remember that there's more to the Flock than His Broodiness and The Lady Snarkworthy. (I know, I know, the tension between them kills me, too.)
Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm in LA, though I could be a little off. The blind kid doesn't get around quite as easily as everyone else, you know. (Yes, I can type, jeez. The letter-printing on the keys feels different for each one.) Anyway, like I was saying: LA. It's sort of weird, though, because the air feels charged somehow. It's not-- I don't know. Kind of like the air right before a storm, you know? Well, no, I guess most of you wouldn't know, as you don't fly, but whatever. Trust me when I say that it's weird, and I'm definitely feeling off here.
And again, no idea where the rest of the Flock is. Fearless Leader disappeared a while ago. No, she didn't leave; just up and poof! Gone. Fang's not a happy camper. Angel's completely inconsolable, Nudge has been quiet, and even Gazzy's digestive system hasn't been the same. We haven't had to duck-and-cover in at least a week.
MAX. If you're out there, I'm going to kick your feathery butt if you don't come back to us soon. Or. You know. Come find me first, so I won't get myself more lost than I already am.