The Angel Experiment (IC)

Cyntriall's room was very different from any other room.
A blanket was draped over the window to let little light through. His room was only filled with twilight, and had a dull, gray appearance because of the low light. He had no need for light.
Cyntriall had no bed. Only a few dressers and wardrobes against his walls, some heavy weights and a large metal bar that he secured on the ceiling in which to do upside down crunches and chin-ups.

Since the flock usually stays isolated, Cyntriall spends his time keeping in shape, and making sure that he does not become weak. But working out is not all that he does. Cyntriall has also a large bookshelf, which he collects books which are written in brail. He enjoys sci-fi and mystery books.

Cyntriall does not sleep the ordinary way. Infact, Because of a certain fear of a sneak attack, Cyntriall does not feel comfortable laying down. He just sits down on a mat cross legged, leaning back against the wall to sleep. If that isn't strange, then the fact that he sleeps with his eyes open takes the cake.
In the event that there is an' attack, if someone were to see Cyntriall while he was sleeping, they would think that he is awake, thus making the attacker noisy and sloppy.

The black winged unsuccessful knows every scent of the flock, every voice, and every step.
Much to Cyntriall's annoyance, Kira had banged and yelled on his door. He may not be much for conversation but he does not like too much noise either.
Standing to his feet, with out socks Cyntriall slipped into some loose shoes.
These shoes he modified himself as he dug a little hole into the bottom and glued a small rock inside the hole.
This would make light tapping noises as he walked, which would help him find his way around the house, and anywhere else using his sensitive hearing.
"kira.." He sighed, opening his door, his long brown hair a mess. It doesn't matter, it's not like he could do anything about it himself. He doesn't mind his long hair, but he does wish he could get it cut. He just needs to find someone trust worthy enough to cut it. So far, no luck.
"tap,tap,tap,tap" The noise followed his feet as he walked to the stairs, having an emotionless face as he reached the stairs.
Cyntriall stalled for a moment before searching the space for a railing. Finding it, he walked down the stairs in a slow, steady pace.
Although He had forgotten that he only had his plaid pajama pants on.
"Mmm.." Aah, the smell of pancakes, and bacon.It was only when the heat of the pans and the stove hit his skin that he had remembered.
"Oh.. " He said, a little embarrassed he came to breakfast shirtless. Frowning a little he stood in the doorway of the kitchen thinking about whether he should go back and throw something on or grab his plate of bacon before everyone else takes it all.
"...bacon.."

”Come here you little brat.” Barked one of the Whitecoats as he grabbed at Kyle. It was Kyle’s turn to get tested and he hated it. They would draw his blood, test his flight capabilities, his fighting ones too, and then they would throw him back into his cage. Even though that doesn’t sound as bad as you might think, Kyle was only 6. In his mind it was like torture.

“No, get AWAY!” Kyle screeched, hanging onto the bars of his cage that he was kept in. The Whitecoat wasn’t having any of his shenanigans. He quickly called another of the Whitecoats over to haul Kyle out of the cage and take him away to testing.

That was when Kyle woke up from his nightmare, breathing hard and his body wet from sweat. His eyes scanned the room quickly, making sure there was nobody there. After a moment, Kyle fell back onto his bed, his breathing stabilizing and he could think. That is the second time I had that dream this week… He sighed and stood up. He hated that dream, it always got to him because he can remember it all so clearly, and though he tries to ignore it, what happened always finds a way to get to him.

Then he heard the beating of a pot and Kira yell that is was time for breakfast. Kyle sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and quickly changed into a different set of clothes. Instead of his usual jeans and t-shirt he slipped on a pair of shorts and a tank top. He needed a little change right now, so he thought it might as well be his attire.

After changing he took his comb that sat on a small dresser that held most of his thicker clothes, sweaters and such, and picked up a comb giving his hair a quick once over before opening his door and walking out into the hallway. The full smell of the bacon and pancakes finding its way into his nose. He stood and sniffed the air for a second and let a small smile creap across his face and walked down toward the kitchen.

Cyntriall was back in his room, it was most likely the coldest room.
He opened his wardrobe, sifting through the hangers and feeling inside the collar of each shirt. Each shirt had a label stamped onto the tag of the shirt. Each label was written with brail on them, giving major details about them.
"blue,formal,long sleeve"-"white,casual,short sleeve"

When Cyntriall was finished, he had came from his room in a white, rather clean wife beater, and some casual blue jeans. He had figured since they were going to practice flying, he would need a sleeveless shirt to help him feel around the sky. This is completely new to him and a blind man flying alone could be suicide. He might be limited only to fly with a partner.
He has to find a way around this.
Cyntriall had also put his hair up, since maybe it could get in the way. Although he did worry about whether it emasculated him. But it's like he could really see it anyway..
Large strands of hair still covered his eyes, and much of his forehead but they were more visible.
He had came down stairs in the same fashion he did earlier, although he sensed someone before him.
He held out a hand in front of him, walking cautiously.
Cyntriall tapped his way to Kyle, and once he was close enough he had caught a wiff of his scent.
"...Kyle..?" He had to make sure it was him before he could relax.

Kyle was halfway down the stairs and his mouth watering as he soaked in the smells of the food. He turned around when he heard Cyntriall say his name.

“…Kyle…”

Kyle looked at Cyntriall for a moment before he uttered a quite “Yes” and gave him a quick touch on the arm. Then he added “Breakfast smells good, huh?” Then he turned around and walked the rest of the way down the stairs and quietly shuffled toward the kitchen. Oh boy, this is going to taste great. He thought as he opened the door that lead into the kitchen.

When he got into it he was hit by a near solid wall of deliciouse and mouth watering smells. He could almost taste the pancakes in his mouth as he stared them down, as if if he looked away they were going to vanish, which in all likelyhood they would. Since the house was packed. Seriously it was like an episode of ‘Full House’, but with everyone having wings and increased abilities. Although there wasn’t too many big family hugs, but Kyle was just fine without that. Then he returned his attention to the pancakes and waited for everyone else to come downstairs.

"Mm.." With a soft nod, Cyntriall agreed with Kyle.
Again, Cyntriall was a man of one or a few words.
Unlike kyle, Cyntriall was impatient enough to sit himself down and feel around for a plate and his glass. Taking his plate and the initiative to dig into the bacon first.
"..Bacon.." he smiled, his hands tasting first. (rather then tasting with the eyes first)
grabbing a few crispy strips, he had taken two pancakes and then set his plate on his spot of the table.
"Mmm.. is.. there only scrambled eggs..? .. I prefer fried.." The eggs wasn't really something he could just grab with his hands.

Kyle watched as Cyntriall gathered up bacon and pancakes and sat down working his way through the meal. He looked over at the door as he heard it open and blinked as Kira messed with his hair. He smiled at her as he turned his attention to the bacon. He waited for Kira to get her plate before he helped himself.

When she finished he walked up and pulled a plate from the stack and tossed a few strips of bacon on it. “Oh..” He said to himself as he drank the bacon up with his eyes. He grabbed two pancakes and put a light coating of butter and syrup before he took his seat on the left side of Cyntriall. He picked up a strip of bacon and turned it around in his hands for a moment before he devoured it in one bite.

A smile spread across his face as he finished the last strip of his bacon and then started at his pancakes. After taking a bite of the pancakes he smiled again and woofed the first one down. He stood up and picked up a glass and filled it full of milk and sat back down. “Great food, Kira.” He finished off the rest of his food and milk and leaned back in his chair with a grin.

"Mmm.. delicioush.." Cyntriall said, chewing on a crunchy strip of bacon, his eyebrows which were almost covered by his hair were relaxed, satisfied. Cyntriall had proceeded to pour some syrup over his pancakes and taking a strip of bacon and scraping it over the top of the first pancake. Next was the fried eggs and since they were his, he had no qualms about touching them. Once locating the plate, he scooted the pancakes over a bit to make more room for his eggs. Cyntriall's tongue, already tasting them before he cut into his fried eggs with his fork, He ate them slowly. Nothing like the taste of the yoke, with the edges of the white yoke slightly crispy and burnt. Perfect.
"they are perfect down to the last detail.. Thank you for the eggs.." And that was a lot coming from Cyntriall.
"oh...Orange, please." He had lifted his head up in Kira's general direction, moving a hand to find his glass before grasping it and lifting it slightly.
He had noticed someone on his left, but he assumed it was Kyle, since Kira voice came from else where.
“Great food, Kira.” Ah, it was him.
The food distracted Cyntriall, but not for long as his four strips of bacon, three eggs and two pancakes were gone. And a guy's gotta eat.
"We.. are flying today..?" He said this with much concern.
Walking was easy. But flying is something completely different. It's not the fact that he might not get off the ground, but the fact that he's completely blind. How was he going to tell if he was in the sky or about to eat dirt, or take a chunk out of a tree? How would he know if he were to fly over a city?
He could be able to fly with the flock, of course but he knows that flying by himself will be inevitable.
Cyntriall must solve this problem now, or else he will refuse to fly.

Anton turned over and put his head under the covers after Kira banged on his door. Damn, I'm tired... I wonder what time it is. He yawned and glanced at his wrist, forgetting he's never had a watch. He groaned and sat up a little and the light poured into the room and started to hurt his eyes. "Ow! Shit!" He fell out of bed in a struggle to retreat back under the covers. "Gaaah. I don't wanna get up. Comfy carpet." He closed his eyes and tried falling asleep on the carpet and had no luck. He scowled, stood up and lay down in his bed again and pulled the covers over his eyes. "Stupid sun."

Eventually, he discovered the fact that he couldn't get back to sleep so he slowly climbed out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans, putting them on. He took off the t-shirt he was wearing and tossed it across his clothing covered floor. "Heh. Kira's gonna be pissed." He put on a random t-shirt that smelled clean and pulled on his plaid shirt. He pulled on his shoes and opened the door. He walked down into the kitchen because he was too tired to fly and found Kira, Cyntriall and Kyle sat down there. "Yo." He gave a little wave with his eyes half closed. He spotted the bacon and grabbed a strip from Cyntriall's plate. He snickered and grabbed a glass and poured himself some orange juice. "...I'm tired."

Poor Cyntriall had no idea what had happened when Anton swiped a bacon strip, he had just wondered what was that crackling sound behind him.
"...eh..?" He lifted his head up.
"who is that..?" There wouldn't be any point to turning around.. I mean.. jeese..
Cyntriall put his hand to his bacon plate and immediately realized that one was stolen.
He frowned, his shoulders slumping.
Cyntriall scooted his chair back quickly,hoping to run into his thief. Getting up, he faced Anton's general direction.
"Thas' mine, kid.."

Cyntriall stopped, turning his head towards the 'oncoming tornado'.
He sensed a disturbance in the force.
A little mixture of uneasy with sadness and uncomfortable swirled at his core.
It's not like he didn't like Crystal, It's just that her attitude made him depressed.
Cyntriall could always have a general sense of mood and aura around people when they talked or walked. But Crystal always seemed to.. make him grumpy as well. Cyntriall was always afraid that they'd get into a fight, which is the last thing he wants to do. Especially if they are in a group and must stay together for survival.
"Crystal.." He hoped that maybe addressing her would lighten her mood, but then he figured it would probably make it worse.

Anton shoved the bacon in his mouth and chewed quickly. "Wha's yers?" He swallowed the bacon and took a drink of orange juice. He smiled lightly and patted Cyntriall on the back. "Heh, sorry." He started to prepare himself a plate and took a slice of bacon, placing it on Cyntriall's plate. "Enjoy!" He smiled and put some scrambled eggs on his plate. He turned to Kira. "Is there any ketchup?" He took the last gulp of his orange juice and filled his glass again. He put some buttered toast on his plate and sat next to Cyntriall. He removed his hat and tossed it onto a chair that no one was sitting on. He sat quietly making a small sandwich with the egg and bacon and bit into it. "Yum." He swallowed and put down his sandwich. "What kind of training are we doing?"

Kyle had grabbed another two strips of bacon and has just finished the first when Anton walked into the kitchen and swiped one of Cyntriall’s. After realizing that his bacon had been taken Cyntriall had commented on how the bacon was his, but Anton gobbled it up before Cyntriall could continue.

Kyle chuckled softly at their antics and finished his last piece as he heard a door slam rather violently upstairs. He blinked for a minute before he shrunk back in his chair a little. The odds that someone other than Crystal had slammed the door were slim, mainly because the others were not quite as… temperamental. Kyle tried to shrug off a feeling that was a mixture of fear, disappointment, annoyance. He shifted in his chair a little and looked toward the kitchen door, anticipating the air of cold, cruel, tension that would surely enter the room within the next for moments.

Cyntriall laughed, It was almost like Crystal was a typical complaining teenage brat. wait..
"So.. what's going on in the world of 'sunshine'?" Cyntriall half affectionately, half mockingly called Crystal, since he could never have the pleasure of seeing her crimson eyes, or lack of a shirt.
He had gotten up, taking his finished plate and leaving his bacon plate, which had four strips.
"take them.." He offered them to Anton and kyle to feast upon. Rather generous.
Cyntriall tried to keep independent as a blind man, he washed is own dish in the sink rather thoroughly before taking a clean dish cloth and laying it beside the sink's tub to place his clean dish.
All with a smug smile on his face, his eyes always covered by his long bangs, always closed to everyone.