Name: White Flendon

Female

Former Agency/ies: EVIL

Appearence: Long strait black hair, scared black eyes, pale skin, small

Personaltity: Shy, scared, witty, and athletic

Curently doing: being held captive by EVIL in case they come across a use for her, they might force her to spy on AYA

Are you accepting characters?! 

Also, great work on topping this.  

Cockleburr, we accepted you. I think we can accept new charries but only if they have read the whole RP and are at least familiar with AYA. 

I honestly think we should not accept more characters.

If we get more people it will be harder to make fit and that will make it more likely to shut down. Sorry, but I just don't know that this roleplay can handle it.

But it's finally at the top again!

And I'm sorry I couldn't write today. Halloween and all.

I'm being Undyne!

Love you guys, bye. 

Guys!

What If we each took one or Lindsey and Buggy's characters!

If they came back we wouldsnt write for them anymore...but it would solve our missing person dilemma! I can write for Madison.

And...I know you are thinking that it we had new people jpoin they could write as the characters....but I really don't feel like we should...I think they would want us to write as them. Plusz we know the back story behind each one.

And once again...I really am against new people. That's my opinion on it, I'm sorry.

If ypou guys think we need more people then you can still go on with newbies. 

Let's let Buggy and Lindsey keep being their charries...in our hearts. 

Alright it is time to get down and dirty. *Cracks knuckles*

Time to put on the sad music and write dramatically. I'm going to enjoy being back with Katara. I missed that girl.

Katara~

I was trying to tell Mason to go. My shoulders continued to shake, however, and I couldn't bring myself to let go of him. I pleaded, but my actions couldnt help but defy me.

I hated him for not letting go of me, though at the same time I sobbed harder at his dedication. Releif flooded through me, and I partially realized I still didn't want him to leave.

I didn't want to be left alone with my father, but I had to protect one.

As I pulled away from him I could barely stand, and knew if I met his gaze then my walls would collapse even more. "Go...please. You guys can be free..."

He didn't move for a long time. I didn't dare move either out of fear that he would retaliate and pull me back into his embrace. When he finally did move, I didn't notice until his hand was under my chin and gently tilted my head upwards.

I made the mistake of meeting his gaze.  We both had tears running down our faces, though his had just startd to fall. Emotion filled those eyes like a sea, and I couldn't look away as another sob broke from my heart.

"Don't let me put you in danger. Please." I begged.

He had the nerve to chuckle, though it was lined with sadness. "Katara...please. You're hurting yourself. We want to help. I want to help. Can you let me?" The words were picked pefectly. They were exactly what I wanted to hear despite my intentions, and I finally pulled away.

"Fine."

I could feel the smile oozing off of him.

"But my dad can't know. I'll help keep you safe, and then come join you." As I turned back around, that smile had faded and I regretted missing it. If I stayed it would be simple to make sure my father never hurt them, but I could never do that to myself.

I wouldn't make anyone else stay here, so why should I suffer?

"Mason, i don't want to be here. I want to leave with you, but if I take that chance now nobody will make it out. Can you trust me?"

There was hesitation in his face, but he reluctantly nodded. It was my turn to smile, and I was able to meet his gaze without any fear. 

"Go." I repeated. "Find the others, tell them I'll meet up with them when I can. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Somehow a warm smile made it's way onto my face, though it wasn't how I felt. He must have been convinced however, because he stepped in for a hug.

I hugged him back, but soon let him and Marcia leave. As soon as they were gone, my door shut, greif wonover once again.

I no longer had a promise that they were going to be safe. As soon as I was discovered, it would lead to only luck being able to protect us. Luck had never worked well for me in the past.

With an exhausted sigh, I made my way back to the desk, trying to formulate anything close to a plan that might get us out alive.

There was nothing in that idiodic brain of mine. Luck would be more necessary then I thought, and that wasn't reassuring. Nothing was reassuring at this point. I was just glad I got to see Mason before anybody else dies.

Because that was what was going to happen. People were going to die. I had broken my promise and now they didn't have a free pass. We were all doomed.

As my thoughts rambled on, my frustration grew. When I looked up at the mirror on my vanity, all I saw was anger staring back at me. The expression was fitting, considering the anger itself was directed at me.

Me and my father.

But he wasn't here. He was EVIL, yes, but I wasn't. I would never be evil, and yet how many mistakes was I making?

It was overwhelming, and I couldn't stand to dwell in that pit.I hated that pit, and yet it was home, so in a burst of frustration and an attempt to get out, I punched the mirror.

I didn't scream as pain seared through my arm. The burning was hard to bear, but as my warm blood began to drip around my fingers it eased the sting. It did not, however, ease anything else.

My fist was in the center of shattered glass with blood starting to leak out, but it felt like my whole being was in that prison.

~~~~~

Heh, not too shabby. I really don't have time to re-read it, but I think it'sokay. Anyway,bye.

My captcha said Tiny! Yes! What I wrote was very tiny. *Shudders*

Clover~

I squeeze myself behind the door, pressing into May and the others. I try to hide as best I can, but my entire right side isn't hidden by the door. The footsteps come closer... closer... closer. There is no way the person will miss me, unless he or she is half blind and completely stupid. Not much chance of that. I shut my eyes. If I can't see you, you can't see me! That's what my father always told me when I was little. Before he sold me to EVIL.

I am jerked out of my thoughts by a hand on my arm, yanking me out from behind the door.

"Hello, Marsh Fire. Nice to see you survived. Nice for you, not me. I could have been saved the trouble of killing you and your little friends, who I'm sure are hiding behind the door with you. Honestly, you AYA kids are getting a bit rusty. A door? Really?" I open my eyes. The hand is very pale and I follow the arm up past the diamond shaped birth mark all the way to the nearly colorless eyes. 

"Ivory! You-" Embry calls him a series of very bad names and struggles to reach him, but she's backed against the wall with everyone else in front of her. He smiles cruelly. 

"Forgot I could be invisible? Well, here I am. You almost stepped on me, Maddie."

"Don't call me that!" Madison bristles at the casual way he says her nickname. Ivory ignores her and shoves me behind him so he can grab May's arm and pull her from behind the door. He wrenches her forward roughly and she cries out. 

"GET OFF OF MY SISTER! DON'T YOU EVEN TOUCH HER!" someone shrieks. I hear a thunder of running footsteps and see a fiery tail of hair. Then a fist slams Ivory in the face, knocking backward. 

"Marcia!" May, Madison, and Mason yell. I wonder if they've noticed that their names all start with 'M'. Marcia punches him again.

"You do not ever mess with my sister!" she growls fiercly. Ivory tries to run, but Mason grabs his arms and twists them behind his back. Calmly, he turns to the rest of us and asks:

"So, gang, what's the plan?"