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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)
EVIL's revenge, I top thee. *taps sword on shoulders*
(April 28, 2016 - 9:01 am)
DIE! NOO!
(April 29, 2016 - 6:32 pm)
NO! PLEASE! IT'S ALMOST BEEN A YEAR. NO! YOU CAN NOT DIE AFTER ALL OF THIS TIME.
(May 1, 2016 - 12:28 am)
TOPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eevee says amou. Doesn't amour mean love in some language? You love me, Eevee? I love you too!
(May 1, 2016 - 10:58 am)
Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! It's been forever since I've been on here! I really want to write something, but I don't know what.
(May 1, 2016 - 5:43 pm)
Shall We Start has been rebooted... please read! http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/kyngdom-rp/node/214517
(May 1, 2016 - 8:05 pm)
TOPPPPP!!!!!!! Get off the second page!
(May 3, 2016 - 8:00 am)
I was going to wait for Buggy to write as Mason, but since no one is typing I'll whip something up.
Katara~
Slowly I pulled myself together, realizing everyone's eye were not upon me, but behind me. Even slower, I turned, bracing myself for what was to come.
There was no monster hidden behind me. There was no father who had come to take me away. Instead it was that woman. I couldn't remember my name, but we had run into eachother several times when I was still a part of EVIL.
She made me cookies for my birthday.
They were really good.
I strained my neck to stare up at her, my mouth slightly open in confusion at the wicken smile across her face. "Y-you?" I stuttered.
Her blue eyes(?) flicked down to scan my body, and i stared into them. They were vaguely familar. Like Madison and Mason's eyes.
"Yes, me, Katara. I'm glad you remember." That was the last thing she said before stepping around me and walking over to the far side of our prison, just so everyone could see her. That and the hidden door was placed there.
Her hand rested upon the doornob as she turned back to us all. "You will submit to us, one way or another. Katara....your father will stop at nothing."
A second later the door flung open and she scurried through, slamming it behind her.
(May 3, 2016 - 1:22 pm)
Buggy? Lindsey? Shadow?
Everybody?
Come back! The longest thread is going to take our place!!
My beagle is gunna have puppies. And !y birthday is soon. And I'll be going to an 8-day camp at the ends of this month.
AND YOU KNOW WHATY?
OUR ANNIVERSIARY IS COMING UP! ON MAYY 20TH!!! WE WILL HAVE BEEN AT THIS SPY THING FOR A YEAR! SO GET BACK HERE AND WRITE!!!
Please?
)I think Sicily likes Dev! He says devv)
(May 5, 2016 - 6:22 pm)
TOP!!!!! We are so close!
(May 5, 2016 - 6:44 pm)
l am sorry.......but l'm also so tired.
l'm trying to get all of my schoolwork together, and l'm doing 5k training, annnnd l'm going to be gone in a week or so....eh.
(May 5, 2016 - 11:39 pm)
Embry~
I slowly rubs my temples, the noise of the slamming door still echoing in my brain. That woman—l can't place her in the puzzle of my understanding. Who is she? What is she doing here? I would think that she was simply another agent of Evil, but the way she spoke to the others, the way she looked at them, acted to towards them suggested that they know each other. That they're meet before.
“l....l..don't even.....Who is she?”
I am meet with a few seconds of silence.
Mason sighs heavily.
“She's our mother. Madison and l, that is.”
“What?” My face distorts with instant confusion. But-but, I thought this wasn't a family thing, it was supposed to be that none of our families were really involved in this whole thing, we kept it a secret, right? Why, then is she here at all?
No one answers me.
“Oh. I, l'm sorry.”
I don't even know why I said that, but Madison turns. “It's okay.” She says horsely. “It'll be okay.” the words are firm, though she looks like she just wants to curl up and die.
l listen to the words, dropping into the silence like a stone in a river, quietly rippling. I hug my thin arms around myself, shivering at the draft of air, coming from somewhere. No one says anything, but you can partially see the gears turning in all of their brains.
There's no emotion left, no tears to fall on the ground. All of that is gone, and there's just left an empty shell, blowing in the wind of fate. I don't care anymore. Just a dead leaf, skittering on the ground.
A ghostly, wrapped stone girl of stone stares back at me, the shiny metal of the wall distorting my face. Dull eyes stare back.
Someone's voice prices the fog of my mind. I feel like I should care, I reach for that emotion, try to find it, to summon up that inner fire; to bring light back to my eyes.
But no matter how hard I try I simply do not......
…...Feel anything.
There is nothing there.
No fire, no will.
I simply don't care anymore, weather it be live, die, win, lose, I don't care.
There is nothing left for me.
I don't want to keep fighting. I don't care.
I give up.
I give in.
Though I hear voices, feet shuffling, now raised voices, I don't move a muscle.
Just staring, staring, staring, at the ghostly reflection of this horror that I have now become, all phantom eyes and blood red hair.
I cant rid my mind of it. Just staring staring, colorless gray.
Sharp, slow, tinkling sounds surround me, and I feel like it is the sound of my shattered soul, hitting hard stone, of my will being crushed, shattering.
But I don't care.
There is nothing left for me.
I am but a phantom, staring, staring, forever simply.......staring.
(May 5, 2016 - 11:40 pm)
Whoa. Shadow, that was... whoa. Every time I write it seems like my computer shuts down hafway though and deletes it. Here is take two (the first one got deleted) :|
Clover~
May and I step into the kitchen and look around. Everything is covered in ash and plaster, but I open the refrigerator anyway. The power's gone off and somehow the grime got inside, however when I pop the lid off a tupperwear container the contents seem ok. I pull out cups of yogurt, orange juice, blocks of cheese, anything I can find, and set it on the ground behind me. May opens cabinets and drawers and rumages around in them, but everything looks dusty and gross.
"Jackpot!" she suddenly calls, displaying a sealed bag. She opens it and shows me an entire loaf of bread, untouched by the explosion.
"Yesss..." my mouth waters. If I am this hungry then I can't even imagine how May and the AYA must be feeling.
"Got any butter?" May jokes. I hold up two sticks and unwrap them.
"Eww. No way," I say, tossing the grey, gritty butter back into the fridge and slamming the door. I drop the food I found into the bread bag. May winces as the bag swings into her hurt side.
"Think we should change the bandage while we're here?" she asks, already starting to unwind the bandage. I pick up some towels that aren't too dirty and beat them together to get more stuff off. Clouds of dust waft away from them. I fold them and press them against May, then wrap the old bandage around it. I help her up and take the bag. We turn down the hall to my room. To Rena.
(May 8, 2016 - 4:48 pm)
Top
(May 9, 2016 - 2:13 pm)
I really am sorry. Buggy and I have just been busy with school, especially since it's the end of the school year. I'll write now.
Marcia~
Sound surrounds me, voices, familiar and unfamiliar, but I'm just too tired and sore to do anything. A door closes, footsteps echoing farther and farther away. Slowly, I pry my eyes open. My entire body aches, my chest feeling broken. I see all of my friends, all except.......... "May?" I say in a low whisper, my voice hoarse. Heads turn in my direction as I call out again, louder. "May? Where's May?" Tears fill my eyes. "Where is May?!" I try to sit up, gritting my teeth as pain surges throughout my chest. Finally, I give up, relaxing my muscles to let me rest.
(May 9, 2016 - 5:24 pm)