The Roof, Tuesday Evening

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The thing about having wings and living on an island where, theoretically, one could walk around with them in plain view without raising a huge fuss was that, sooner or later, one had to get ideas about the whole thing.

And Warren's idea as he stood on the edge of the roof looking out over the island once again was this; That he had wings. That it would be a sin to just keep them bunched up underneath that coat of his for the rest of his life, after leaping out a window in order to keep from losing them in the first place.

And oh, yes. That he could fly. That was the important bit, right there.

That was why this evening, as he made his way up to the roof, he was shrugging out of his coat. Because he'd had these wings since he was just a little kid, and he'd used them twice. Twice. And both times had been more exhilarating than he'd ever imagined they could be, and he wanted more.

Just as soon as he was finished balking at the fact that he was standing on the edge of the roof, and all. Maybe he should have started on the ground?

[Open roof is open! Why not, right?]

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[notmyownage]

Claudia headed up to the roof with a couple bits of electrical equipment to tinker with. She paused just outside the door and stared for a moment.

"Woah."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex could handle a little cold and if it meant he got outside and out of his room, he could bundle himself up and head to the roof to smoke. Of course, he didn't exactly expect to see some guy standing on the roof's edge, looking like he was contemplating the life, the universe and everything in it.

"Nice wings," he said idly, surprised that he wasn't that surprised anymore.

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Warren cast a look over his shoulder, a sheepish sort of smile as he tucked his wings as close to his back as he possibly could, and then turned to face the girl in the doorway.

"They're... not really a big deal or anything, honest."

Right, Warren.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy was pretty much a roof regular by now, and she'd seen some things, but... guy with wings up here? That was a new one.

Didn't want to go startling him, considering where he was standing, so for the moment, she stayed quiet, pulling out her lighter as she wound her way a bit closer.

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Warren was going to actually get around to taking off sooner or later, sure. But for the time being, the distraction was almost welcome.

If kind of awkward.

"Thanks. I guess?" Awkward. Yep. "I decided to stretch them a little, tonight."

Which explained wonderfully why they were still folded at his back, and all.

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Okay, Warren. Okay, you can do this. Just take a deep breath, and... And there's somebody behind you, isn't there?

Warren glanced over his shoulder quickly to make sure. Yep. Definitely somebody else up here.

"Busy spot," he noted, trying an awkward little smile on for size. Next time, maybe he'd climb a tree.

[notmyownage]

"Are they real?" Oh who was she kidding? Either way, they were awesome. "Do they work? Holy crap!"

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"I... yes?" This was not the sort of reaction that Warren had been expecting, really. And yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but grin. "They're real. I haven't used them much, but they work and everything."

It helped that she was cute.

"I'm Warren."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Not a bad place to do it," he said, looking around the spacious roof. "Last guy I met who could fly used a broomstick. Guessing you don't really need that with those things."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Usually," she agreed. Surprising, considering, you know, roof. "You should see it when it's warm." He had a 'new' sort of sheen on him, so she hazarded a guess that he hadn't been here over the summer.

[notmyownage]

"Claudia. Sophomore, new, from Minneapolis." What? She'd done a lot of introductions, lately. "Can I touch 'em?"

She was sort of fascinated to figure out how they might be attached to him.

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"Not really, no," Warren agreed, nodding slightly. "I've heard of the guy with the broomstick, actually. Kate mentioned him."

Kate, who he'd shocked the hell out of with his wings, yes. Oops.

"Not many other guys around here with wings, though?"

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The 'new' sheen was practically sparkling over the wary sort of awkwardness that he was carrying about. It mingled weirdly with the 'rich kid' sheen. He was trying to fidget with class.

"Little busier here then, is it? I suppose it would be. It's cold."

Very astute observation, Warren.

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That was both a really weird question, and just the sort of thing that Warren was hoping to hear. In a sense. She wasn't shying away from him, at least.

"I don't see why not." He stretched one, curling it forward toward her. "It's not really like you're going to hurt anything, right?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've heard of an angel or two in town but I've never seen their wings," Alex said, walking a little closer and peering at Warren's. "You an angel too? From heaven or something?"

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"Actually, New York," Warren replied, cracking a bit of a smile. "And I'm not an angel, no. I'm every bit as human as you are."

His DNA was just a little corrupted. It could happen to anybody, really.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Happens in the winter," Effy commented, smirking a little. Had to tease a little. It was the awkward vibe, it just cried out for it.

"Like it up here," she added after a moment.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"With a few extra appendages," he said, smirking. "Welcome to Fandom, I guess? I'm Alex. I don't have wings."

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Warren laughed faintly when he realized that he was being teased. He'd had it coming to him, really, hadn't he?

"On the roof? It's got a nice view, I guess." He looked back out over the island for a moment, and then smiled back at her, a little more at ease than he'd been a few moments before. "I might have to start spending more time up here."

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"Most people don't," Warren allowed, smirking right back and offering Alex his hand, "but I won't hold it against you. I'm Warren."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Are they new or something?" Alex asked, giving Warren's hand a shake. "Your wings, I mean."

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"No." Handshake out of the way, Warren stuck his hands into the pockets of his jeans and shrugged his shoulders. The feathers on his wings ruffled a little when he did so, and then smoothed themselves out again. "I've had them since I was a kid. They just kind of decided to show up, one day."

And it had freaked the hell out of him.

"You get good at hiding something like this."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"When I came out here, you looked a little...unsure?" He'd just been standing there, after all. "I thought maybe it was gonna be the first jump for you or something. I could give you a push if you wanted."

He was an amazingly nice fellow.

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"If you did that, I'd be forced to grab your arm on the way down," Warren replied, some of his well-bred smug seeping into his words. Because turnabout was fair play. "It would be my second jump, actually."

And it would be his third flight. He was almost starting to sound like a seasoned veteran, or something.

[notmyownage]

Of course not. Though she was terribly curious as to how they worked. She reached out a few fingers to brush across the feathers, holding back from really putting her hand on the wing. "Wow. Dude, how can they possibly hold you up?"

Her physics brain was going nuts trying to work out the formulas.