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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)
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(May 22, 2016 - 8:28 pm)
Hey, we're on page 40! Don't let this die!
(May 24, 2016 - 1:43 pm)
I drew some pictures:
"She loved me"
Remember this quote? Roselyn said it when Elisha tried to convince her that Carrie didn't care about her. I thought they were very powerful words. This is Carrie, as an angel, holding Roselyn's hands.
(May 24, 2016 - 1:48 pm)
Oh my goodness! I love it! That is so beautiful. You really have an amazing imagination.
(May 24, 2016 - 4:46 pm)
<3
Amazing. I want to try redrawing Katara.
(May 24, 2016 - 5:56 pm)
And I re-took the picture of Clover:
(May 24, 2016 - 1:50 pm)
Thanks Rosy! I hoped you'd see it!
(May 24, 2016 - 5:38 pm)
I feel like Carrie is Roselyn's guardian angel now. Perhaps that's why Roselyn didn't die when she grabbed the grenade...
(May 24, 2016 - 6:25 pm)
TOP
(May 26, 2016 - 8:57 pm)
Roselyn~
Katara disappears; the door slams shut. My arm lies on the floor limply: pain spurting outward like the blood soaking the bandages. Beside me, Madison is up, pacing, her chains clunking and jingling ominously.
"This has got to end. We have to stop it," she mutters.
"We can't end it. This is what the rest of our lives will look like. Constant misery and pain as the world collapses around us."
"Roselyn you're such a pessimist!" she snaps, not sounding like her usual self at all, her face pinched and pointed, framed by a matted mess of hair.
"How can I not be a pessimist? This is the end. Just like EVIL wanted it to be." I feel the familiar squeezing and choking in my chest. I taste the saltwater pouring from my cheeks as I pathetically gulp the only available liquid for my dehydrated throat. Lack of sleep. Lack of nourishment. Lack of water. Lack of love. For a second, Madison looks like she is going to scream in fury. But she doesn't. She bends down beside me, and hugs me as a friend, almost like Carrie—a little sharp, but still love. This is what makes us a team. This is what gives us hope. We can do it. We can stop them. Suddenly, I remember something. I'm usually annoyed by the baby hairs at the back of my neck because they aren't long enough to fit into a braid, so I pin them up. One of the hairpins remains, burried in a cloud of frizzy hair.
"Maddi, do you remember the most basic spy skill?" I ask.
"Picking locks," she answers promptly, "but how—?"
"This!" I answer, holding up the bobby pin.
(May 29, 2016 - 7:48 pm)
I actually threw you guys the keys, XD
(May 30, 2016 - 3:16 am)
Oh, haha, I missed that.
(May 30, 2016 - 10:00 am)
I'm going to be gone from the 31st of May to the 8th of June. I think it's the eight. My campo ends on a Wednesday so, XD.
And top!
(May 30, 2016 - 3:17 am)
I'm going to try and write some stuff before I leave on May 31st!
(May 30, 2016 - 3:20 am)
600 COMMENTS! Keep it up, guys! You all are the best!
(May 30, 2016 - 1:45 pm)