Seth~

Laria takes a deep breath, looking fearfully at Icy. Okay, so her story makes since...maybe I should leave the girl alone. It isn't my business. 

"Seth, you aren't buying that are you?" Giniva whispers.

"Yeah..um..."

"It's all right if we pretend like we didn't see anything," she suggests after a few moments. I glance back at Laria. 

"I saw nothing," I announce, backing away.

"You," I nod towards Icy, "don't exist, and you," I look towards Laria. She has a funny look on her face, somewhere between laughter, relief, and worry. I hesitate.

"And you, were never here." Before anyone can say anything, I dart back inside (tripping over the doorframe in my haste, if you must know), Giniva following. She races ahead of me easily. 

"Okay, let's go get spy-checked."  

Trill was clambering up the stairs to her dorm, when Laria came rushing at the window. "Ah!!" Trill jumped. Laria mouthed, "Come outside. Now." Trill immediately changed direction and calmly walked out of the building. Laria ran up to her. "What's up?" Trill asked. "Wiseowl...she's gone." Trill wheeled around and ran back into B.I.G. Listening at every door, she came upon one with muffled screaming. Everyone was downstairs getting spy screened."It's her," Trill and Laria whispered at the same time.

Laria~

I press my ear against the door with the screaming.

"Wiseowl," I murmur. I dig around in my pocket and come up with a skeleton key. "I bloody love this thing." I jiggle it around in the lock for a moment. It snaps off. "You useless piece of freaking junk!" I shout. Trill claps a hand over my mouth.

"We make no sound," she hisses. I nod and examine the lock.

"That's not coming out anytime soon." I rub my hand over the room number.

"The window," Trill cries. I nod.

"C'mon." We dash outside. We skid to a halt outside the high window. I pounce up, my fingers slipping on the narrow handhold. I wipe away the fog on the glass and squint inside. I gasp and fall to the ground.

"What?" Trill demands anxiously. "What's wrong?" I wipe the hair out of my eyes.

"Marsha has the necklace."  

"Ughh..." I murmur. Where am I? Seth had left, I had ran to the forest, the search mission ended, I had walked off to pick flowers, heard a Thwiing sound,  nd now I'm here. ....But where is here? 

I'm in a condo at B.I.G. Luxury rooms, door locked. Great. This again. This prison. I sit on the bed, gasping. Great. KIDNAPPED AGAIN!? I sigh. What do they even want me to do..? 

~Wiseowl

"We have to stop her," I say. "Chances are, she's already released the power of the song." "Wait. Back up. The power of the song?" I take a deep breath and explain everything, how my necklace contains power and can release it at nine, how it was handed down through generations, everything. Finally, I conclude. "Let's hope she has not mastered the right cord yet." "So, what now?" Laria asks. "I have no idea. But we have to catch up with them." 

I sit quietly in my room-no, it is my prison. I must stay strong. I sink into the world of my thoughts, and I imagine a world without B.I.G. I could be free right now. But... I am not free right now. Why am I not free? 

I am a caged bird. But I will not sing.

No, I will not sing for anyone.

I refuse to eat or move. I don't want to. But.... What if HE'S here. I don't even know what he looks like. But he is my father. Yes, he is my father. I will know him when I see him. I bet he's wicked-looking. He will have sharp teeth, like fangs, and wicked black eyes. His fingernails will look like claws, and he will-

"Hello?" Someone says. I hear the doorknob turn. A young girl, with shiny brown hair, cute green eyes, and a labcoat walks in. I am immediately startled. All B.I.G students are cruel. But she looks so innocent... "Hello." I murmur. "You're getting the tour of the grounds today," she says. "As well as the whole facility." What!? "Why?" I ask quietly. "Because you are our guest," she says. "Now come."

The tour is refreshing, and I even get to have a smoothie from their kitchen. It tastes amazing. So this is the 'cruel' B.I.G? They're very hospitable. At the end of the tour I am brought into my room--no, prison--to have a talk with some scientist. He has smooth, dark brown hair, and Ice Blue eyes. But when he smiles, his teeth look like fangs to me. "So. What's up with the Powers?" he asks casually.

Oh, feathers. Seriously? "Not telling," I say. "Haven't we treated you well?" he asks, frowning. "I expected you guys to be a little more cruel," I admit. "Anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable?" he asks. "Some paper and a pencil," I say quickly. "Sure." As he leaves, I see a silver locket dangling from his neck. It's my father.

Oh, feathers.  

Sorry that I've been on and off so much. Busy busy week.

~Wiseowl

"What are the chances of which way she went?" Laris asks as we come to a fork in the road. " To hide, left and 23%. She is pretty bold. To run, right and 25%. She probably would not do that. To confuse, go off trail and 52%. That is probably our best shot." I headed off trail. "Wait!" Laria calls. "This could be a trap!" I turn around. "I don't care!" I yell. " If the power of the song gets released on Kyngdom it will be all my fault. It really is up to me to stop it. Fyre birds are super dangerous!" I continue on through the brush, unaware of the person (or something) listening to my every word. The next thing I knew, zing. And I am out like a light.

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Sorry, as I said, busy week. Moving. I think I'm going to have Wiseowl relocate. Connect to self connections are always an inspiration. 

My character has started getting super emotional (usually angry) at random times. Sorry if this is dramatic. I feel like maybe it should be some thing to do with Frye birds. You know, how their call brings anger and pain. I also think that when the power of the song is released that the Frye bird should maybe burn down Reader's Barn so that Wiseowl will have to relocate. Tell me what you think. Oh, and later I will be posting a picture of Wiseowl.

my Captcha says ccvw. Ew? What? Who are you any way?

Why is no one commenting? Come on guys, I need inspiration, and for some one to continue the story. Please help me out here

Captcha says bigc. Are you warning me of the B.I.G.? What is the c for? 

Laria~

Wiseowl falls to the ground, a dart embedded in her neck.

"Wiseowl!" I cry, rushing forward. Marsha steps from the shadows, looking genuinely annoyed.

"Why are you still following me?" she sighs, irritated. I feign surprise.

"Wow! It's strange. Almost like you stole some all-powerful necklace that belongs to Wiseowl. How weird." I muse, enjoying the taste of the sarcasm rippling off my tongue. Marsha snarls and raises her dart-gun again. I hold up my hands. "Don't shoot."

"Why are you following me?" she demands.

"Did you hear anything I just said?" I scoff. Marsha frowns, then raises her eyebrows.

"You mean you don't know?" she cries in surprise before she can stop herself.

"Know what?" I demand, wishing I had something here to use against Marsha. 

"Like I would tell you," she sneers. I sag.

"You left it with Henshaw," I groan. Marsha raises her gun again.

"I'm going to have to shoot now," she announces. "Sorry about this." She pulls the trigger. I dodge out of the way and grab Wiseowl, attmepting to drag her away.

"Wake up!" I wail, shaking my companion's shoulders. Marsha fires again and misses.

"This is my last dart," she warns. "I don't plan on missing."

"And I don't plan on getting hit!" I yell, violet eyes glaring. Wiseowl's eyes flutter open.

"Wha- how-"

'Run!" I shout, pulling her up and half-dragging her away from the last dart.  

Okay, so my character has to get captured by B.I.G. somehow to relate to the B.I.G. RP thread. Any ideas?

I stumbled down the hallway. The chaos behind me faded into the distance. I turned the last corner, relieved that I hadn't run into anyone yet. I knew what I had to do, to end it all, to make it so I didn't have to run and hide anymore! I knew the layout, I knew everything in the building. And I knew there was a small lab that they took small children into. No, not to hurt them! They had a program where they taught children how to splice genes and create other things like machines and glue... I also knew that certain lab had a weak lock. I had picked the lock and stolen a pair of safety gloves and a large knife that they used to cut bones to show the marrow inside. I didn't like what I had to do, but I knew this was probably the only way to make it so no more animals were hurt. I took a deep breath, and swung the door open. My first and hopefully last kill was sitting behind her desk. She was smiling, and she had COMPANY! The three most terrifiying people were standing in the room around her. The faces of Lucy, Sam, and Henry were there, dressed in the standard B.I.G. uniform, except they had large badges resting on the pocket of their labcoats. My eyes widened as I looked up at Cornelia Hornshaw. I was greeted with a smile and the words "Sweet little Vivian! when did you go so rouge?" and I felt a sudden stabbing pain at the back of my neck, and I fell to the ground as the world went black. 

My whole body ached, as if I hadn't moved in a long time. I opened my eyes to find bars, inches away from my face. The world behind the bars came into foucus; it looked a lot like the rooms that they would have given to interns, but with a much larger window looking out on crashing waves. At the time I had no idea what had happened, and why my jaws hurt so much. I thought of busting out of the cage while in wolf, but I tried and tried, but I just couldn't change! Then the most horrifying thought occurred to me. It has happened before, just a long time ago... when I was little I remember hearing stories about people who have gone missing after a traumatic event. That was actually how I lost my father. He was also a shape shifter. He and other men went out to find a animal that was killing the livestock, and he never came back. A few weeks later they found his body, but it had strange alterations to it. My mother seemed to have known what had happened to him, but she wouldn't tell me. Later when I was older, I asked her again, and I got an answer this time.  If shape shifters enter a traumatic state, they can get stuck in a state in between both stages of transfomation. This is what I was afraid of, getting stuck in between. Once you're stuck, you can never be freed, you can never be just a human, or just an animal. Reachimg up I felt for my ears, but instead of of finding the familiar, human ears, I felt the furry ears normally paired with my wolf form. That's where I began to panic. Eventually I calmed down enough to figure out how to open the cage. It was a cheap one made more for holding dogs and pets more than smart wild animals, more for insult probably. I found a mirror; the image was not good on my behalf. I indeed did have two ears and a tail, but my jawline was deformed with the development of new molars; they had the shape and size of the ones I would have as a wolf. I turned around to examine the room. There was the large window, a couch besides the cage, the mirror, a wooden table with flowers on it, and three doors leading off to probably more rooms, but they probably were locked. I sat on the couch to think what to do to get out. I can't stay here long, this isn.t the first time I had to escape from them. And this probably won't be the last.

WOW! Thanks to everybody who has helped this thread grow! 

Ronan--- I am looking through the window of the main hall of BIG as Professor Hornshaw is tacking something to the notice board. She seems worried as she steps back to look at it. Then, a group of scientists, including Bob and Gog, comes across the hall. Professor Hornshaw must have called them for a meeting. They go up the stairs to Hornshaw's office. I look at the notice board. There is a note, messily scrawled-in my exact handwriting. I know this note. Someone seems to finally listen...