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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)
Duh! I forgot to add that! She has black.
(January 7, 2016 - 10:50 pm)
Is Madison still hurt? If so, where is Roselyn? Please tell me as soon as possible so I can bring this back to life :)
Ivory~
Run. My hands are shaking ever so slightly as I form the letters, disguising my handwriting perfectly. She'll never know it's me. We used to be pen pals when we were younger, writing across the expanse of several states, just to share our feelings. One day, years ago, I hadn't written back. And that was the end. I never thought I see her again. After all, we were just cousins, what would it matter? But it does matter. Now.
I quickly tap the entry code into prison cell 18LW. Embry is lying in the middle of the room, hair splayed over the pristine white floor. Someone has bandaged her shoulder. Carefully, I stick the note into her hand, and run, leaving the door unlocked.
Roselyn~
"Madie!" I whisper.
"Madie, wake up! Wake up! Wake up..." my voice cracks into barely a whisper, and I suck the saltwater tears from my dry lips. I look over at Katara, who is listening for a heartbeat. I blink away the tears. Madie would tell me not to cry. She would tell me to be strong. I've been a mess ever since AYA. Ever since Carrie died. Even though I'm not the timid, dependent, 13-year-old spy I once was, I still need to remind myself that big girls don't cry. With a start, I realize that I am sixteen. My Birthday was today. I look over at Katara nervously, surprised at how composed she is. Lines of worry pattern he forehead, and her eyebrows are scrunched together, as if she is in pain.
"She's breathing," Katara says slowly.
"Let's get out of here! There's no way to stop EVIL! Better to be alive and controled than d-"
"Don't...talk...like that." With a start, I turn around. Madison is sitting up, breathing heavily, her eyes wild.
(January 9, 2016 - 9:54 am)
This is so confusing~
(January 9, 2016 - 9:40 pm)
Shadow Dragon, I know you are on Cricket. Post!
(January 11, 2016 - 2:09 am)
Busy.
l may post in a day or two. l do not have much time.
(January 13, 2016 - 12:50 am)
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
(January 12, 2016 - 2:28 am)
I was thinking the same thing~
I would post if not so confused. Did I miss something?
(January 12, 2016 - 11:40 am)
Ivory wrote the note, Madison is injured (how, exactly? I missed this), and Embry can escape. Mason escaped, May is looking for Embry, and Roselyn and Katara are with Madison.
Roselyn~
"You all right Maddie?"
"Yes. Where is Mason?"
"Captured," Katara whispers.
"In other words, we dont know," I explain. Katara leans against the wall. Her cheeks are pale white, and they contrast with her curling hazel hair. Hopeless and wild, her blue-grey eyes stare straight ahead, looking onward; seeing nothing. Madison sits up, and slowly makes her way towards Katara. The two of them slouch next to each other, taking a few minutes to rest--and plan. There could not have been a more different pair. Madison's vivacious eyes shine like polished safires as she purses her lips: calculating. Katara's eyes are closed. Her forehead is drawn into deep, shadowed lines, revealing the pain she must be feeling inside. After what feels like hours of watching Maddie think, she sighs shakily.
"I don't know what to do," she whispers. The words strike my heart like a spear. Madie: resourceful, friendly, outgoing. Madie, who almost always has a plan. She doesn't have one now. I study Madison more closely, and I can see that even she has hopelessness writtin in the dark shadows under her eyes.
"I just don't know what to do," she repeats. I can feel the sobs--so predictable--rising in my chest. I know I can't answer. I can't do anything but cry. I never have been able to control my emotions. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Or maybe I can.
"I do. I know what to do. I have a plan," I say loudly. As I say it, I realize that it is the truth. I do know what to do.
(January 18, 2016 - 11:00 am)
(January 18, 2016 - 11:01 am)
Almost to the top!
(January 18, 2016 - 11:01 am)
I cannot, could not, would not let this die!
(January 18, 2016 - 11:02 am)
TOP!
(January 18, 2016 - 3:53 pm)
I think you skipped my post, Rose. Mason is with us as well. I think.
(January 18, 2016 - 9:51 pm)
Embry~
l stare at the note, trying to remember if the hand writing if familiar. l feel like l should know who would write something like that, as if it is just there, in the back of my mind, but l can’t remember.
It is signed a friend, and yet l can only wonder by what they hoped to achieve by telling me to get out of here. And by friends, what did the note mean, exactly? My throat tightens at this thought. If the world is somehow doomed, and we are the last hope, then what happens to the others, Ivory, Cammwren, Marcia and Elisha? l know Ivory chose his path in life long ago, and yet he is still my blood relative.
You idiot. Do you think he ever cared about you? Relation means nothing. He is truly EVIL.
Questions plague me, uncertainties on how to act on the note. l need to find the other former AYA
agents, that is certain, and show them the note, but how can l find them? There is only the doors marked with meaningless numbers, and l have no idea how big this place is. And silence. There is silence. Why? Why so silent? What is happening--or not happening that is causing this? So many questions.
Silence….
Could l send some sort of coded message, using the fact that it was so quiet to make it more efficient?
For a few seconds l get excited. This might actually work.
And then l stop.
And l feel like banging my head against something hard.
Of course.
What an idiot l was.
For any code commonly known among the AYA agents, will also be known by the EVIL ones. Any message l try to send will be foiled instantly by EVIL.
Idiot.
The word bounces quietly off the white walls. Idiot.
l’m fighting on EVIL’s ground.
And so l need to think like EVIL.
Arrogant and cocky, but also sneaky and manipulative and subtle. And very, very determined.
And so what would EVIL in my current circumstance? l think about this for a minute or so, absent mindedly tapping my fingers on the wall. And then it comes to me. People. That’s always what EVIL was about, controlling, bring peace to, organizing, infiltrating and discovering.
And as EVIL does it, so shall l.
~~~~~~~~~~
Her exact plan in mind was left intentionally vague, as l could not think of anything at the moment.
(January 19, 2016 - 1:21 am)
Just 'cause :P
(January 19, 2016 - 1:23 am)