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Character Portrait: Blue Jay Character Portrait: Audra Hathaway Character Portrait: Valentine Knight
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Blue Jay stood up. She felt weak, but that was probably from lack of food. She had eaten a piece of bread only a minute ago, but not many people understood how much she really needed to eat to stay full. Most people also didn't understand why a little girl, after being shot in the wing, would be up and walking around. Clearly, Quentin didn't. His eyes practically bulged out of his head. "What are you doing? You need to rest, your...wing.... it could get an infection," he said. Blue Jay simply shrugged. "I'm hungry," she said. Hungry? But she just ate... This kid is weird. If I were just shot I would be in bed for hours. Children are undisciplined. Doesn't she know her wound could get infected? Blue Jay gave him a glare and stuck her thumb in her mouth, ready to do some more healing. The wound was still a mess, and it still hurt to extend her wing. Occasionally, the wound would start to bleed again.

Quentin shook his head disapprovingly. Blue Jay rubbed her now wet thumb on her wound, watching the muscle grow back, the skin close over top of the wound. Now it was just hurting like crap and really sore. She grabbed herself another piece of bread, an apple, a large glass of milk, crackers and cheese, a bagel, and a large turkey sandwich. She wolfed down her piece of bread and turned around to sit at a table. Quentin, and now also Eric, stood though, mouthes hanging open, shock evident on their faces. Blue Jay took a bite of her bagel, then realized they were looking at her. "Wha?" she said, her mouth full. She swallowed, took another bite, took a swig of milk and sat down at the table, already shoving the rest of the bagel in her mouth. Blue Jay had learned from experience that whenever you have access to food, you eat as much as you can whenever you can before you do anything. Quentin and Eric slowly sat down at the table too, watching her methodically place two pieces of cheese on a cracker, then shove the whole thing in her mouth. She really hadn't been taught proper table manners.

Blue Jay sighed. Their thoughts were annoying. "The reason I have to eat so much is because being...me...takes energy. Energy requires food and sleep. Normally, I need between 3,000 and 4,000 calories a day. However, normally I only get about 1,000 calories. That is why I am stuffing my face. There are a lot of things you don't know about me," She said, shoving another cracker into her mouth, then moving to grab the sandwich. She finished the sandwich, and ate the apple, and then downed the milk. Trying to dismiss the still confused thoughts coming from Eric and Quentin. She applied another layer of her 'magic saliva' and the injury was nothing more than a scrape on the skin. Her muscle was completely healed.

Blue Jay naturally has quicker healing. Something that takes 48 hours to heal is more like...four hours for her. That combined with her saliva being able to stimulate the healing speed to drastic amounts made the wound so much better. She would be flying in no time. Also, it only scraped her bone, it never fully made a hole in her. She stood up, stretched out her wings. The injured one was sore, and still hurt, but she could work the kinks out. "I'm going to go out and get some air," she said. Quentin frowned, then got up. "out? Like, flying? Sorry, but not right now. The bad guys might still be out there," he said. As if that would stop her. Blue Jay crossed her arms. "I'm sure the sniper is gone by now. My wing is perfectly fine. I'd be flying to high for a sniper to even get to me anyway." You might be able to tell that Blue Jay wasn't one to respect authority.

"I can't let you do that," Eric said, standing up also. Blue Jay didn't want to have to persuade them. After all, they were only trying to protect her. "I'm going out," said, stepping forward. Eric and Quentin stepped in front of her. Blue Jay was faster than most, could outrun a full grown man, and probably take one down with her mutated strength and altered reflexes. She was designed to be a weapon. Getting in her way wasn't a good idea. She sighed, then in one fast motion, grabbed Eric's arm, twisted it severely, then flipped him over. He landed with a thud on the ground, coughing slightly and looking baffled. "Sorry," she said, before pushing past Quentin. The flapped her wings, raising high into the sky. She winced, trying to work through the healed but sore wound. She circled higher and higher, till everything on the ground was a speck. It felt good to fly. Free, open. But were was Valentine?