Clarke

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Judging from the collection I've still got, I'm pretty sure I was hooked. My favorite character was either Ax or Tobias.

...Also, I just realized that this topic is based on a book series?

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I remember trying to read Silverwing before when I was eleven or so. Thing was is that this was around the time I started getting into Animorphs and then I ended up reading the Sight, so I don't think I ever got the chance to get interested in it. I was around the part where the main character meets a fruit bat?

I recognize it more from the television series than from the source novels, though. If we're talking about the same book series, that is.

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He watched the stranger, Clifton, saunter off towards a younger looking girl who'd been sitting uncomfortably close for awhile, and waved off. "Go for it dude." He replied before the green-haired guy disappeared from his line of sight. He squished down on the handle of his fork until he managed to pop a tomato off his plate, the little scrap of food sailing in the perfect arc before careening into somebody's hair. Caufman pushed his chair in and made himself scarce.

The salad was slipped in the trash, and he managed to nick the crumpled box of orange juice too once his rather confident visitor had left the scene. He wasn't sure what to even think about that guy. Was he for real or just fooling with him? The whole thing about him being a top-class hacker sounded about as legitimate as watching Kangaroo Jack and calling it a documentary. But he did look familiar... Caufman didn't read the newspaper or anything but he'd seen the face before, and heard the name.

Anyway, the announcements blared out a call and Caufman was on his way. He thought he could see the brunette up ahead, and his steps began to quicken.

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"Yeah, I'll take it with a grain of salt, Pa." He sat back up, shifting his collar and rolling his shoulders. Instead of his bones cracking, he could hear his padded sleeves wrinkle inwards like a sheet of tin foil. He popped his knuckles for better effect, and that at least sounded satisfactory. His hands curled around the arms of the plastic white chair he was sitting it and he shrugged, feigning indifference. "Whatever. Wasn't like I was going to do anything with her anyway. Too much baggage. Probably." Despite it, Caufman found his eyes lingering to the left, looking for a familiar silhouette, maybe a slim, feminine leg, or a pretty face.

Nothing. Zilch. Zero. Crapola. He turned back to the table, playing with his food again. Flecks of lettuce soon started to drop to the ground.

"What's it to you anyway? I don't remember you from training. You're one of us, right? A - what was it - Breed?"

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Actually, he was looking at Roxy. I should have clarified that forgive me. : S

Brusenna looks a bit too young for him to be honest. I mean, she's pretty cool as a character, but I don't think Tim would be interested in her that particular way.

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Out of the hall, a cute brunette stormed across the white-top tables, heading down the Cafeteria. Caufman's eyes followed her every step of the way. Now there was a pretty face he wished he could match a name to... among other things. He tried waving, then immediately regretted it. There was this big white band-aid over his bicep that the Toxicologist had fixed on his arm that morning, and underneath his skin was swollen to the size of a grapefruit, an ugly shade of purple that wouldn't stop throbbing. The needle imprint looked more like some teenager's bad acne than a professional trying to take a human venom sample. He cradled the sore, and was still cradling it when company came to visit. Company in the form of a scrawny guy with green-tinged hair asking for his orange juice.

"Sure man." He pushed the plain old juice box towards the new guy. It had one of those cartoony logos on the side; A beaming, sentient orange holding a pitcher of what was basically its own species liquefied. The little box at the right gave the dubious claim that the juice inside was indeed 100% natural. Caufman leaned back, slouching in his seat. "Don't mind the pulp."

More people were arriving, and the room began to buzz with chatter.

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Caufman poked at the plate of salad before him and frowned. His fork was bent at an awkward angle, and little bits of tomato and onion were being scooped and rolled lazily back and forth from one end of the china to the other. The Cafeteria felt like looking through the inside of a hospital room; Too white, too sterile, the lights bright enough to kill, and everything tasted like it had been funneled through a coroner's office 3 weeks before it'd been sloughed on to his plate. Or maybe the latter part was just him. Leafy greens did not appeal to him as much as they used to. Either way, the place was empty, and he couldn't eat.

A security camera jerked to life, twisted to look down on him from upon its metal pedestal. He could see the lens, almost hear the metallic buzz of the camera clicking into place, and it focused in on him, another one swiveling to point its eye towards the hall.

From somewhere not far off, he began to hear footsteps.

Slowly, he pretended to chew while he leaned back in his seat, shoving his hands in each pocket.

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I'm pretty sure I won't either.

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Same. I'm forming up a reply now before my math class is over haha.

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Indeed, I'm also kind of overwhelmed. First and last periods are the only times I get to post during school hours. Hopefully I can keep up with you guys.

Also, sorry for misinterpreting that reply back there. I didn't realize somebody else had posted after me and assumed the wrong thing.