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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)
Nooooooooooo! My post deleted! And it was a long one! Also, stop making my heart hurt.
(March 17, 2016 - 2:00 am)
Wait, how were Mason and Marcia with Roselyn and the others? Weren't they somewhere else, and Mason was trying to convince Marcia to help AYA defeat EVIL. Maybe we could say Mason convinced Marcia that she should help, so they went to find everyone else and ended up in that room, alone. Then Ivory locked the other people in and threw the granade. That's the only way I can think of to get everyone together. Also, we can say that after Madison had her moment with Cammwren, she ran off and found everyone else and got locked in the room with them. At the same time, May, Katara and Clover were in the hall next to the room and heard the explosion. During the explosion, the door of the locked room got blown open allowing Mason (I think) to get out and find May, Katara, and Clover. So maybe I don't need to scratch my post, we can just change Madison to Mason. Also, can someone try to revive Roselyn? Maybe mouth-to-mouth recessitation or something...
(March 17, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
So here is what happened.
Cockleburr, I made it so your post had Mason instead of Marcia coming to find you. I had us all go to the same room, except the other EVIL agents and such.
So yes. And what you concluded was very nice indeed.
Except for the fact that Roselyn is dead.
She blew up, basically.
Mouth-to-mouth wouldn't work....we must face it...
Also that was why my post was rushed last night. I kept tearing up, CX. And then I walked my dogs and pictured a VERY tramatizing scene I am going to write between Elisha and Katara.
I was LITERALLY sobbing as I pictured it and recited the words aloud.
It is that sad.
And it's coming soon.
(March 17, 2016 - 2:58 pm)
You might be able to save her... no one has checked to see if she is still breathing...
(March 17, 2016 - 3:03 pm)
Buggy had me sniffling... I remember those times when I feel like I am sleeping, but I can still sense/remember some things. There's always something from my life that holds me to reality (once, it was the last Ski Lodge. That was weird). I tried to put that to words... (this is going to be very dramatic. I'm not so good at writing that sort of stuff. Laugh all you want about my extremes).
Roselyn~
People have said shock comes before pain. That's not true. First, there's the feeling that you're floating. Next, you have the feeling you get when you wake up and you try to remember a dream. Then comes pain. But not physical pain. The mental pain that something is missing. Carrie is missing. Carrie...Carrie...Carrie. You were EVIL weren't you? You were two faced. You betrayed me. But Carrie's face is replaced by Madison.
"Rosy! Rosy!" she calls. I don't want to wake up. I can't. I hurt somewhere, but I don't know where. But then the face is Carrie again. She's reading to me, like she always used to when we were younger. Our favorite book was The Princess Bride. Over and over again we would read it aloud to each other in the evenings.
"Westley dies, Roselyn. Life isn't fair," Carrie says. I start to cry, so Carrie tells me quickly:
"Of course, he's so much like Peter Pan! Remember what Peter said when he was stranded?"
"'To die will be an awfully big adventure," I recite.
"Westly doesn't mind. He had Buttercup to think of!" Carrie assures me.
"Rosy!" Maddi calls from somewhere far away. I don't want to listen. I want Carrie. things are getting brighter, but at the same time, dimmer, like everything is being whitewashed. I'm falling asleep withing a dream... it feels so peaceful, and...
"ROSY!" Madison screams, a little nearer now, "You can't have her back Roselyn. But you have me. We let each other down, and I can't promise I'll always be there for you, but I'm here now." The brightness disapears. Carrie disapears. But Madison is still there.
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It's black again. I had a dream, but what was it? There was Carrie, wasn't there? And Maddi? The hurting is growing stronger. I let myself slip away to sleep withing sleep.
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One day I will see Carrie again. But later. I have Maddi, a forever-faithful friend.
(March 17, 2016 - 3:31 pm)
STOP MAKING MY FEELINGS HURT! Buggy and I were seriously discussing everything during class (during a time when we could talk, so we didn't get in trouble). You guys are making me legitimately cry. And only one other book has ever done that. My emotions. They hurt. By the way Rosebud, I saw this thing on the rules of how to make a character death the saddest it can be. You followed it perfectly. I'll write soon, I just need to clear up some things. I wrote a thing (before it was deleted grumble grumble) where Mason and Marcia hear the explosion from where they are and rush towards it. So they weren't in the room, but they did still find everybody else, and the news. That is basically a summary of what I was going to post.
(March 17, 2016 - 4:41 pm)
YAYAYAYA!!! I AM SOSOSOSOSO HAPPY!!!!!! ROSELYN'S OK!!! HOOOOORRRAAAAY!
Everyone (Charactors and writers)~
"Roselyn's alive! Now all our hearts will stop exploding with agony, our minds will quit shattering with dismay, and the people near us will stop asking us why we are crying randomly all the time! This calls for a celebration! A feast! Storm the kitchens! We need ice cream, cool-aid, cookies, and pickles galore to properly celebrate Roselyn! Hoorah!"
(March 17, 2016 - 4:42 pm)
YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YAS YAS YAS YAS YAS
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(March 17, 2016 - 5:24 pm)
:P look at me, trying to save my own charrie. This is SO different from Finn in the PJ roleplay. This makes me too sad.
Okay, we don't know exactly what Ivory threw into the room, and it really could not have been highly explosive, or nothing would be left of the room except for a pile of rubble. All we know from my post is that
1. It was warmish
2. It exploded all sorts of things explode. Bananas explode. Bob explodes (really long story involving a gorrilla named Bob who loves bananas and keeps dying/getting mortally wounded by falling out a window and then appearing in another story).
(March 17, 2016 - 4:54 pm)
Sorry! I guess I should've checked all of those things first! I'm so sososossososos sorry! THis makes me a bad spy, and author! I'll be more careful next time! I'll type soon, promise, but right now I have my violin concert! See you my wonderful friends later!
(March 17, 2016 - 5:35 pm)
Good luck at the concert! I just had a weird idea- what if we could actually interact with our charries?
(March 17, 2016 - 8:31 pm)
Ha ha, funny story.
So last night my brothers best friend was over, +(he's my friend too. We have all stayed up till 3 AM before)
But I was oin my brother's top bunk to his bed. And then I started crying and they didn't notice until I said something. Then I had to explain to them the feels.
I was also tempted to put in my post last night: The feels racked my body.
Anyway, I'd we can now happily move on! Also...how much time iks left on the timer?
I was thinking about half of an hour maybe.
(March 17, 2016 - 7:10 pm)
I'm weak-hearted. I can't do this... she's alive :) I always thought that Ivory likes Elisha and vice versa, but I guess not. You know how after traumatic experiences your brain sometimes gets a little frazzled? Roselyn keeps remembering Carrie and her reading books together, and it's a struggle for to remember when they were so close.
Ivory~
"I'm not talking to you," Elisha's voice sounds strained for some reason. Maybe the headset is malfunctioning.
"I completed the mission."
"Without my consent!" Steely cold as usual.
"They're all still alive. Probably." Elisha sighs grudgingly.
"What did you use?" she asks finally.
"I locked them in the chemical testing room with an Exploder," I answer. "Exploder" is the term we use for a grenade with enough power to explode, but not kill.
"Make sure it stays locked. No red-haired exeptions." Elisha's voice fuzzes away. I roll my eyes.
Roselyn~
"Owwww. Maddi. It hurts."
"You're alive," she whispers.
"Of course. I don't want Carrie," I answer.
"What?"
"Never mind," I mutter. I can't move my hand, and I don't want to look at it. It feels horribly wrong.
"Maddi! Maddi! Ow, OW! It burns." My breathing quickens. All I can think about is how much my hand hurts. Carrie seeps into my brain in the form of a memory:
"Something happened, he never knew exactly what. His feet went out from under him. His hand came down on the top of the furnace," Carrie was reading, "The burn was so terrible he at first—"*
"OW!" 8-year-old me screamed. "Johnny burned his hand?"
"Yes. But he's okay. There wouldn't be this thick of a book if he wasn't." Carrie held up the book to prove her point. She only sounded slightly exasperated.
I feel like Johnny Tremain now.
*From Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes
(March 17, 2016 - 7:34 pm)
I am just so happy! :) So so very happy!
Clover~
So much has happend. All these new people crowd around the hurt girl, Roselyn, and try to help her. She's probably delerious, she keeps quoting random books and talking about someone named Carrie. She needs medical attention. I have taken a few emergancy medical spy courses, so I think I know what we should do, but I've only ever practiced on dummies. The boy named Mason faces us, saying,
"Ok, one of us needs to find a first aid kit and bring it here, fast. Someone else needs to find a stretcher and the hospital wing. Any volunteers?" I shyly raise my hand. I know only two of these people and everyone here is at least five inches taller than me, which makes me feel nervious and young. Mason looks down at me, "So, who exactly are you?"
"I'm Clover. Clover Emrise. I want to help you guys, because EVIL is terrible and I want to stop them. I know where to find first aid kits and everything, and I can use them." I try to look taller than I am, try to look tough.
"And why should we trust you?"
"Mason, Clover is trustworthy, I can tell. She bandaged my side for me," May suprises me by standing up for me, even though we both know that I am also the reason her side even needed bandaging. Mason looks me up and down, an unfathamable look in his eyes,
"Fine. Go get the stuff. But you won't need to use them as we happen to have a nurse-in-training in the room," he nods at the rather hysterical girl named Madison. I have my doubts about how good she would be right now as a nurse, seeing as she looks as though she might collapse at any moment, but I nod and hurry out of the room.
(March 17, 2016 - 10:13 pm)
YAY! SHE LIVES ON! And here I was going to make some depressing art to show you guys.
(March 17, 2016 - 11:03 pm)