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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)
Wait, wait, wait, Madison is dead? Buggy you can't break this to Roselyn! She'll die of dispair (that is what I said when I learned that my fourth sibling was another boy. "Will I die of dispair?!" I was such a dramatic little kiddo). Please not Madison! Please please please please. I'm going to be crying in my bed tonight :(
(June 10, 2016 - 6:23 pm)
Rose bud: *cries and screams* WHY? WHY? WHY do you do this to me!! Nooooooo! Madison!!!
Wildflower: You know she is still alive.
Rose bud: *stops crying* what?
Wildflower: you are, perhaps, the worst reader that I have ever met.
Rose bud: well...I...skimmed...
Wait...SHE'S ALIVE! I READ THAT WRONG!!! YES!
(June 10, 2016 - 6:30 pm)
Yay! Shadow! Haven't seen you in a while. *sings* this is life, this is life, this is life, this is not a test...
Wildflower: Nobody knows that song, you know.
Well nobody knows The Rain in Spain either.
Wildflower: It's not like I sing that in the posts... *quietly sings The Rain in Spain*
I heard that!
(June 10, 2016 - 6:32 pm)
'Cause there ain't no pratice runs in life
Someone in fact does know that song :)
(June 11, 2016 - 12:05 pm)
You guys TERRIFIED me! Madison dead!? What!? Then I read the rest and felt so relieved. Anyway, I am actually going to write something now!
Clover~
We walk down the hallway, listening for guards, but we hear none. We need to get to the prison and get everyone out so we can diffuse the bomb. I was never trained how, probably because EVIL never trusted me not to do something like this. With good reason, apparently. Behind me, May stumbles a little.
"I'm fine, don't worry," she mumbles as I turn to help her. I know she's in a lot of pain and that she's trying to keep going for my sake, her sister's sake, for her friends. I'm so greatful for that, but she badly needs to rest.
"May, you stay here. Keep a lookout. I'll go scout ahead and see if I can find everyone," I say. She sighs.
"In other words; 'May sit down and rest because I know you won't listen to me if I tell you straight out, so I'm trying to do it subtlely.' I'm not dumb, Clover," May retorts, uncharacteristicly sharp. Then her expression softens and she adds, "Sorry about that. You're right, I do need to rest. I'm just so worried about Marcia," her voice catches and I hug her. She slumps to the ground and arranges the bags next to her. As I turn to go I hear her murmer, "Be safe, Clover. Good luck."
I slip down the corrider, all my senses alert for footsteps as I move towards the prison. In front of the door to the cell, I see something on the floor. Something very large. I sneak towards it, then stop dead in my tracks when I can tell what it is. A body! Of an EVIL guard. Unconsious? Or... no don't think about that. I rush towards him, my first aid training surging to the front of my mind. I kneel beside his head and press two fingers to the side of his jaw. The skin is cold, so cold... no pulse of warm, lovely, life-giving blood surging below my fingers... he must be...
I scream and leap backwards, clapping a hand to my mouth a second later to stifle it. But that hand touched... it touched... and now it's on my face...
I rip my hand away and start bouncing up and down on my toes, shaking my hand around violently as though that will get rid of the horrible, awfull coldness, the terrible stillness still lingering in my memory, still feeling it on my fingers...
I bite my tongue to keep from screaming again, bite so hard I taste blood, warm and metalic... so wonderful... but that guard... he'll never feel it throb and ache... never again....
And May is here, hobble-bobbleing after me, saying something, grabbing my shoulders and looking into my eyes, taking my still flailing hand in hers, forcing it to stop flapping...
"Clover! Clover!" she shouts at me, "what's wrong? I heard you scream, what happened?"
"May, he was... he was... he was dead!" I manage to say, then burst into sobs, "he was dead, May! I thought he was unconsious, but he was dead!" May looks past me and sees the guard on the ground. I can't stop saying, 'he was dead'. I don't know why. May grabs my other hand and stands in front of me.
"Clover. You need to calm down. Focus on my breathing. See how steady it is? Breathe with me." I look into her eyes and match her breathing: In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold. Out. I feel my heart slow, my panic subsides.
"Did you look in the cell?" May's voice is deep and calming. I shake my head. May presses the handle. I expect the door to be locked, but it opens easily. How strange. May peers inside the dim room, with me looking over her shoulder. But there's nothing to see. They're gone.
(June 15, 2016 - 3:24 pm)
Katara~
I was sleeping.
I was sleeping for the first time in what seems like three years. That is, until some idiots burst into my room. Even through exhaustion I shot up, whipping my head around and readying myself for an enemy.
It wasn't an enemy.
It was Mason.
His hypnotic blue eyes were wide with fear, and he stuttered for a moment before speaking. "K-Kat...Katara!!! We heard you!" He paused for a moment, and then looked down. "Were you crying?"
I watched him silently for a long moment, processing his words. "We?" Then I noticed that he wasn't alone. "O-Okay....but...crying? I was...sleeping..."
I was crying in my sleep....
Within the moment I glanced down at my feet, he moved forward. When I looked up, he was standing there. Mason. Mason and his blue eyes, filled with sadness and concern.
"Are you okay?"
I bit my lip in responce.
"Katara...."
"NO! I'm not okay? Do you think I'm okay?! Did you actually think I was okay?!? I was imprisoned for three years, I'm insane, and have the blood of my....um...I have blood on my hands!" Anger surged throughout my body for a moment as I vented, before coming to my senses and realizing he had stepped away.
Then I really saw him.
He was torn and broken, clothes shred, covered in grime and dirt.
"I'm so sorry Mason! I didn't mean...."
He never let me finish.
His arms were suddenly just around me, holding me tight. I melted into him and broke again.
Sobs.
Tears.
Over.
And over.
Again.
And again.
This was my life. Blood, tears, death. I was ruined, and I hated it. I hated me. I wanted to die in so many ways.
"Mason, I just can't anymore. I'm sorry...I just...I look awful....I'm sick...I'm a murderer, I hate myself so much....Why are you here? I made a deal with my dad, you guys can go. Stop the bomb, save yourselves. I can handle my dad. He won't hurt me more then he already has."
"Just please...." My voice cracked between a sob. "Go."
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This is really bad. I'm sorry. I'm super tired, super everything not energetic, and ecetera,XD.
(June 16, 2016 - 12:41 am)
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(June 21, 2016 - 7:37 pm)
C'mon, top already!
(June 22, 2016 - 7:44 pm)
TOP, YOU SUPER-GLUED RP!!!!
(June 24, 2016 - 12:56 pm)
It tnm ygvgops better if ya actually, cough, write something.
(June 25, 2016 - 3:53 pm)
Awwwww! Is that Angel?
(June 27, 2016 - 12:29 pm)
Yes! I wonder how you knew!!!
(June 27, 2016 - 4:09 pm)
Yeah, I wonder... *grins mysteriously*
(June 27, 2016 - 9:15 pm)
Everything is so aweful and depressing and Roselyn is practically delerious...
(June 28, 2016 - 12:16 pm)
I know! Isn't it wonderful!
Also, is anyone going to write? Buggy? I am waiting for Mason's PoV because of the last thing I wrote.
(June 28, 2016 - 1:12 pm)