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EVIL's Revenge!
EVIL's Revenge!
Oh me! Oh my! Could it be?!!
YES! My dear spies, this is in fact the sequal to AYA Spies. I would like to thank all of you who partiipated. You are allowed to be the same spy, but what's this? You can make another charrie? Yes! New Story, and some new people. Friends or foes? Who knows! We must partake in another endeavor with our spies! It was decided that our charries would be umm, *looks at paper* 16! Ahahah! EVIL is back, and better than ever! They plan to acutally take over the world this time, and the plan is already in action!
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!! We are all drawn back together by someone you know getting brainwashed. WHOA THERE NELLY!! Go ahead and copy and paste your characters, and edit the slight variations, or the "IS THAT EVEN THE SAME PERSON?" edits. So go ahead and take a chance with fate! Why not? You've done it once before. So without any further ado,
LET THE GAMES BEGIN! *Lighting in background* HAHAHAHAHAAH!!!!!
Name: Madison Parks
Female
Former Agency/ies: AYA
Appearence: Medium height, dark brown hair the color of fudge. Brilliant blue eys. Light freckcles on her nose and under her eyes. Fair skin. Hair to her shoulders, usually in curls or in a high pony tail.
Personaltity: Quiet, and with a fire of determination in her eyes. Constantly on high alert, after the 'incident.' Skittish, but not with people she knows.
Curently doing: Living with Foster parents, but sadly not with Mason. They were split. Has two new foster sisters, and is studying to be a nurse. Like her friend, Embry. Calls Roselyn all the time.
Name: Mason Parks
Male
Former Agency/ies: AYA
Appearence: Has clean-cut milk chocolate hair. Military cut wise. Ocean blue eyes. Freckles on his nose, and no where else. Tall.
Personality: Doesn't talk much, not to anyone. A few of his closest friends are exceptions. He always hangs back at parties and things with people. Will not even try to attempt talking to a girl.
Curently doing: Living with a Foster family that consists of all boys, with the exception of the mother. The father is a drill sargent, and just Mason's luck. Because he wants to enlist ini the army.
So how have your characters changed?
submitted by Buggy
(July 25, 2015 - 3:57 pm)
(July 25, 2015 - 3:57 pm)
Buggy! You're back.
Elisha-
We've won. Well, not yet, but we will. Three hours. It will be finished.
Shivers ran down my spine, and Ivory could feel it too, I could tell. Marcia, on thee other hand, I couldn't read her. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes told a different story. She was thinking, probably over thinking. "Marcia," I said, breaking the pleasant silence. "If you go through with this, you're one of us."
She looked up at me with those eyes. Those kind, delicate eyes. There was a hint of evil, but she wasn't ready. She was a drop of water trappers in fire, and I intended to release her. But in order to do that, I needed to reach her.
Reach her I did. I reached over and grabbed her Hans, squeezing it. Then, I smiled. The opposite of her expression, a kind smile, but cold eyes. Eyes full of hate and disgust. I would change her, she would replace Katara.
The traitor, I though, mentally hissing. We continued walking and I glanced towards Ivory, smiling. This time malevolently.
Superfluous with evil, one might call me.
Katara-
I stared at the paper in my hands. "Its going to end. Were going to die." The words that left my mouth were meant to be a question, but all the hope had flooded from my body. Every single drop of gold had been mixed with silver, it was imperfect and useless.
I looked up at May and nodded, my face turned into a desperate frown. "Mason, we nee-" cut off by May, I followed her gaze. She was staring at another one. The garbled cry sounded delighted, and I looked down at another note May shoved into my hand. "Its him!"
Oh the irony.
I stood, staring blindly as him. I knew it was true, the way he walked, with a slight sway still remaining, but his feet dragged slightly. "Mason?" I whispered, my voice rising. Turning away, I cast my eyes down. Will I ever see them before we die?
(December 27, 2015 - 9:28 pm)
Hey guys, if I remember correctly, it wasn't just Buggy, Katydid, and I. Please post, too. It's not the same without the whole gang
(December 30, 2015 - 2:11 pm)
l wasn’t quite sure about where my characters are in relation to everyone else and so my characters are just going to act somewhat independently of the current storyline.
Terribly sorry for the shortness, l don’t have a great deal of time to write this up.
Cammwren~
They told us. Three hours and twenty five minutes. Until everything changes. For the better or for the worst. Evil will change things in the name of progress, in the name of bettering humanity.
Not like those idiots at AYA ever realized that. They stand in the name of freedom. What did freedom ever do for anyone? Freedom caused wars, death, famine, everything that delays progress. What would you like better, freedom or progress? Freedom or the oncoming golden age of humanity? It doesn’t matter, not anymore. They can’t stop it. No one can now.
Change has to happen, someday. Change to all of this chaos and disorder. We are merely taking the first step in a million to improving things.
Embry~
Panting, l drag myself along the floor, head hanging low. The bright lights above me flicker-once-twice-and another time. Light is fading. Hurry. l somehow lost the other AYA agents, l need to go on without them, l need to figure out what is going on. A sign on the wall directs me to the planning room. There’s a good as chance as any that l’ll find them there.
The room is empty, with a long table stretching from one end to the other, uniform chairs lining it. Where can they be? My head spins, throbbing painfully, and l realize that my wound has started bleeding again. l collapse into a chair. Where are they? Didn’t they notice that l was gone? A high screeching sound pierced my foggy thoughts. l dimly lift my head. An alarm. Someone must be coming. Surely one of the agents hear it and wonder the cause of it.
l cling onto conciseness as l hear footsteps coming down the hallway, gripping the back of the chair in my hands. Is it them? l can only hope so much.
And then darkness.
l wake up, alone in a white-walled room on a bed in the corner. There is nothing else in the room, except a white door at one end. My shoulder has been bandaged. l carefully sit up, and then swing my feet onto the floor.
The door is unlocked, and as l open it a piece of paper falls out from the seam between door and wall. It is writing in a curly, messy, hand that l don’t recognize.
You can’t stop it. It will be all over. Trust me, you need to run. Find your friends and get out of here as fast as you can. It is coming and you cannot stop it. All you can do now is run and hide. For yourselves. For the whole of humanity. You are the last hope.
Run.
It is too late for me. Go before it is too late for you.
-A Friend
(December 31, 2015 - 6:51 pm)
*gasp!* what if Marcia wrote it?!
(January 1, 2016 - 1:22 am)
'Tis a possiblity.
(January 1, 2016 - 8:49 pm)
I'm back. Holidays are over.
(January 2, 2016 - 9:49 am)
May ~
Mason tells Katara and I, well mostly me as I write it down for Katara, EVILs plan, and how Marcia had betrayed us. I just can't grasp it. Marcia is the most loyal person I know. She wouldn't just abandon us. She couldn't. Could she?
Marcia ~
I duck around a corner as I rush away from the medical center. I hope Embry wakes up and finds everyone in time. I just can't bare the thought of my friends being slaves to EVIL. I continue running, until I reach my lab. I had been working on a project while trying to forget about my fight with Mason. It all comes rushing back. I wipe away a stray tear as I enter.
Finally finished, I run to the security room, and search for other AYA agents. All the cameras are down, so it's up to blind luck. I just run through hallways, checking rooms and closets, searching. I keep running until my body collides with another. I'm tangled in a knot of arms and legs.
"Hey! Watch i-!"
I'm cut short as I realize who it is.
Notice something? I'll give a cookie to whoever gets it (you'd have to have participated in AYA the first from the beginning). I'll give you a hint. It's from the second ever post from Marcia.
(January 2, 2016 - 4:46 am)
Mason...?
(January 2, 2016 - 5:22 pm)
He escaped.
(January 2, 2016 - 11:05 pm)
Well, in your third post [on the original RP] Marica runs into Mason and so it seemed the most likely.
(January 5, 2016 - 5:48 pm)
Whoops! That was the one I meant though. Here, have a cookie! *throws cookie*
(January 5, 2016 - 11:22 pm)
*catches cookie*
*devours cookie*
*nods politely whilst crumbs sticking to face*
Cyclone says cbez. CB easy? Alrighty.
(January 6, 2016 - 8:37 pm)
The Math teacher.
Also, MAsOn. We need to talk. Like..yeah.
(January 2, 2016 - 11:17 pm)
Buggy? You gonna post?
(January 6, 2016 - 9:51 pm)
Hey Katydid? What color hair does Elisha have?
(January 7, 2016 - 10:03 pm)