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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)
Yes, that would be awesome! Maybe I will wear a 'I'm Cockleburr' sticker! Anyway, today is a Jewish fast day. That's actually ok for me, I fast really easily. But today is also the day of our Greek food Festival in school! So I can't eat anything! Now I am going to try to get us back on the topic I so rudely pulled us off of...
Clover~
I walk back into the room. Should I tell them that Katara left? They might get mad at me for not trying to stop her, but they need to know. I decide to tell May, the person I know best here, the one person who I know trusts me. I grab a roll of bandages off a counter and and take them to May. "Want me to change your bandages?" I ask. She nods and begins unwrapping her gauzey, ruined sleeve from around her body while I grab a sponge and some disinfectant from a drawer. I soak the sponge in water from the sink and then clean her wound with the disinfectant. She winces and I try to be as gentle as I can. "Katara left," I tell her abruptly and she just nods like she expected it. "Do you think we should go find her?" I continue.
"You should ask Mason. We might go when Roselyn's feeling better." I shrug noncomitally about talking to Mason- something about him just makes me feel so nervios!
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Ugh, I can't concentrate! I haven't eaten sense 5:00 this morning, before the sun came up, before the fast started, and I haven't taken my ADD medication either! Everything before the word 'can' I wrote at about twelve, so that's how I got that far. Maybe I'll continue this thing later...
(March 23, 2016 - 4:19 pm)
Katydid: You. Are. Amazing. The other's don't know about Elisha, BTW.
Roselyn~
Before setting the cast, Madison has to treat the burns. Dark patches of skin all around my hand are melded together my extreme heat. Pink burns slash their way up my arm. I try not to be the wimp I always am. But it's oh so hard. I've always been the wimp. The outcast. The loser. The teenager who breaks down crying in the middle of school when she studies Shakespeare. Carrie always loved Shakespeare. Not only because of the gruesome drama of his plays, but also becuase we would sit on Carrie's twin bed for hours after school, when we were supposed to be doing our homework, and make up our own words and insults like Shakespeare did. I would always start to cry when we read Romeo and Juliet.
"Roselyn! This is the good part!" Carrie would admonish.
"But," I would sniff, gathering the folds of Carrie's patchwork quilt and rubbing it against my face, "But it's so sad."
"It's a tragedy." This always said unsympathetically by my sister.
"Why'd Romeo have to die?" I would question. It seemed so stupid to 12-year-old me who didn't get the whole "love" thing yet.
"He thought she was dead. It broke his spirit. He lost the will to fight on." Broke his spirit...broke his spirit...
"Maddi!"
"What? does this hurt?" she answers.
"We need to break his spirit!" I blurt.
"Yes..." Maddi looks at me worriedly.
"We need to break Ivory's spirit. Maybe he'll help us. He knows how to prevent the end of the world." Maddi starts to nod, but still looks at me like I'm a crazy person."If Embry's Juliet... I mean..." The pain is messing with my mind. I can hardly think straight, "If he thought Embry was..." I can't even finish the sentence. Embry jumps up, her eyes flashing as brightly as her hair.
"That traitor has no feelings. None. And if I ever, EVER see him again, I will walk up to him and say: 'Hello. My name is Embry. You murdered my feelings. Prepare to die.'
JUST KIDDING!! May no mind to the strangeness of Rose bud's mind. Continuing:
"If I ever, EVER see him again, he'll wish he had never laid eyes on me."
(March 23, 2016 - 6:50 pm)
Embry: "My name is Embry. You killed my feelings. Prepare to die. My name is Embry. You killed my feelings. Prepare to die. My name is Embry. You killed my feelings. Prepare to die. My name is Embry. You killed my feelings. Prepare to die. My name-"
Ivory: "STOP SAYING THAT!!!!!!!!!"
Embry: "Inconthevable!"
Ivory: "You say that a lot. I don't think that means what you think it means."
Once, I was at a resterant with my friend's parents and her little brother (but my friend wasn't there. Loooooong story.) and then we started talking about The Princess Bride. And then my friend's dad started giving us dateing tips such as: "So, you watch The Princess Bride. And it's sort of funny, sort of weird. Then you watch it again. And again. And againandagainandagainandagainandagain. And the fith or sixth time you watch it it's completly hilarious, and then you go on a date and quote The Princess Bride and the boy you go on a date with will be like 'Oh my gosh. That girl is so cool. She knows Princess Bride quotes!"
(March 24, 2016 - 8:59 am)
A PRINCESS BRIDE REFERENCE
(March 26, 2016 - 10:01 am)
I didn't know you were in ninth grade. I'm in eighth.
(March 23, 2016 - 6:58 pm)
Same here, Lindsey! Not only am I in eighth grade, but I am surprised about Cocklebur as well!
I am UnidentifiedBlurb!
Do any of you guys have Wattpad? I just got an account, and maybe want to start writing my book!
I will post afterCammwren, or Shadow, posts. Because they were in the room with me. Also, you guys feel free to enter. If you read my last post closely you will see a little opening for anyone who would like too snatch it~
(March 24, 2016 - 1:35 am)
Same here, Lindsey! Not only am I in eighth grade, but I am surprised about Cocklebur as well!
I am UnidentifiedBlurb!
Do any of you guys have Wattpad? I just got an account, and maybe want to start writing my book!
I will post afterCammwren, or Shadow, posts. Because they were in the room with me. Also, you guys feel free to enter. If you read my last post closely you will see a little opening for anyone who would like too snatch it~
(March 24, 2016 - 1:36 am)
Art made on the sight that everyone else on the CB is using.
The Tryston girls; there never was a more different pair.
Ivory
(March 24, 2016 - 9:57 am)
I bet I'm the youngest person on this RP. I'm in 7nth grade.
(March 24, 2016 - 10:46 am)
Roselyn~
The arduous task of saving the world is taking its toll on the determined spies.
(March 24, 2016 - 11:08 am)
Hahaha! I figured all you guys were in eighth! Am I the oldest in this RP? I'm on the younger side of ninth grade, though, I'm only fourteen when a lot of people in my grade are fifteen. So I'm not too old! How old did you think I was?
(March 24, 2016 - 12:31 pm)
Wait... a lot of people in 9th grade are 15? That's the best news I've heard in a long time!! Yippee!
In elaboration: I'm not going to high school until I'm 15 ;)
(March 24, 2016 - 2:47 pm)
I thought you would be my age!
This pretty much sums up Elisha. Except a little more....evil.
And, finally....
Katara...
Looking at this picture legitimately makes me sad. She even has tears in her eyes. A beautiful mourning. (Ha ha, see what I did there?)
I'm sorry, Katydid, no art is showing.
Admin
(March 24, 2016 - 2:10 pm)
Katy, I act more thirteen than fourteen. So, mentally I probably am thirteen! I can be whatever age you want me to be! Rosy (can I call you that?) about half the people in my class are fifteen. I go to a specialty center, called the Center for the Humanities. If they have one wherever you guys live you should definitely apply! I have three classes with the Center: History, English, and Foundations of Civilization, otherwise known as Humanities class. These classes are with the other people who were accepted into the Center for the Humanities. The rest of my classes,(science, math, etc.) are with the rest of the school, like a normal high school. I'm sorry for going off on a tangent again!
(March 24, 2016 - 6:27 pm)
Nope, you're not the youngest, Rose. l am, at twelve years old and in 6th grade.
Sheesh, l feel young.
(March 24, 2016 - 11:17 pm)