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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?
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(November 6, 2016 - 9:48 am)
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(November 7, 2016 - 10:00 pm)
670 post!
(November 8, 2016 - 12:23 am)
Guys, don't let this happen again. Please. Someone please post. Don't let this wonderful RP die again.
(November 8, 2016 - 9:49 pm)
(November 9, 2016 - 9:45 pm)
Oops! Missed my cue!
Ivory~
Twisting out of Mason's grip, I stare him down.
"You killed Elisha. All of you," I hiss, glaring at each and every one of those hated spies. Even Embry.
"That was Katara's doing," she replies, locking gazes with me and glaring, "you can't win, Ivory, just give it up. Give EVIL up. It's either EVIL, or me, your family. Get. A. Life."
"You destroyed me. You destroyed my world and my future," I force myself to look away from Embry's stony glare, "I choose EVIL."
(November 10, 2016 - 8:43 pm)
Katara~
I stood there for a long time. The blood had begun to try around my fist, and the various gashes on my handnhad begun to sting and burn. When I couldn't take it anymore, I carefully peeled away from the glass, though I was forced to jump back across the room when the mirror came crashing down, shards of it flying everywhere.
I covered my face, but none of them big enough to do damage came near me. It was ironic, I suppose. My whole life had been filled with bad luck, and now I broke a mirror to curse myself even longer, but the only injury was one I inflicted upon myself.
I got the heck out of that room, not wanting to stick around longer. First I took a large shard of the mirror and wrapped a cloth around the back half of it so I could hold it. The makeshift weapon would serve as protection for a while.
My dad probably alreadg knew that i had betrayed him, and if I tried to deny it would only end with me in captivity and my friends injured or dead. That couldnt happen.
Without caring about the state of my blood-covered fist, I gripped the handle of the shard, and then dashed out the door, not even looking behind me and my destroyed room. No, not my room. Never.
I ran in the direction that I had seen Mason and Marcia depart down. I hurried my footsteps and ran as fast as possible in my pathetic state, which didn't seem like very much according to how fast she used to be.
None of that mattered though.
She was moving.
She was alive.
They had to escape.
(November 11, 2016 - 1:24 pm)
YES YES YES YOU GUYS ARE WONDERFUL AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! I'll probably post Sunday! My first gym meet of the season is tomorrow! Wish me luck!
(November 11, 2016 - 8:04 pm)
Switched to 3rd person there...whoops!
(November 12, 2016 - 4:42 pm)
Guys, guess what? I GOT A 9.2 ON FLOOR! That's my first 9 on floor EVER! I'm so happy! But I'm kind of upset about my beam performance. I stuck every single back walk over on warm up, but on the actual routine I fell. :( Seriously, I just HAD to fall on the actual routine, where it matters. At least I still got an 8.5. That's ok, I guess. But my coach said that if I hadn't fallen I probably would have gotten a 9. Oh, well. Next time.
Anyway, I will post either tonight or tomorrow. I'm really hoping Shadow will make Embry 'Inigo Montoya' Ivory. That would be awesome. I honestly cannot watch The Princess Bride without thinking of you guys. I watched it in French class the other day. That was a fun class.
(November 12, 2016 - 8:15 pm)
(November 14, 2016 - 10:43 pm)
Sorry if this is bad. Shadow Dragon, Rosie, tell me if I portrayed Embry and Ivory correctly, ok? (And I know Cammwren isn't here, but Clover thinks everyone is together because I don't think she's ever met him).
Clover~
"I choose EVIL," Ivory growls. Embry glares at him icily, then turns away. I see her hand move to wipe her eyes, but her voice is suprisingly strong. Strong and cold.
"Then we're not related anymore, Ivory. You've made your choice now."
"I made my choice when I stopped writing to you!" he snarls, "You thought that was an accident? That I just forgot? I knew what I was doing!" Embry's expression is hurt for an instant, then she furiously throws herself at Ivory.
"I hate you!" she shrieks, all self control gone. Tears stream down her cheeks as she claws for Ivory's face. Ivory steps back before she can get to him and Embry stumbles, then falls. She doesn't even get up, just sits on the floor, sobbing. "I hate you. I hate you, Ivory. I just can't do this anymore, I can't!" her voice lowers to a whisper and she says, as if to herself, "We were kids. Just kids. Why did they do this to us?"
Nobody answers because quick, uneven, faltering footsteps are coming from the same hall where Mason and Marcia just emerged. The footsteps are followed by a figure, coming around the bend. Her hair is tangled, her face is dirty and one hand is covered in blood. That hand grips a shard of glass, with a rag clumsily wrapped around it to protect the already damaged skin. She looks wildly around, grey blue eyes seem over-large in her skinny face.
It's Katara. We are all together again.
Everyone except Rena.
(November 15, 2016 - 1:59 pm)
Roselyn~
Here we are. Together. AYA.
"We have to rescue Rena," Clover whispers just loud enough for me to hear. For the first time, I feel a glimmer of hope. Perhaps we can do this after all! Then I look at Ivory's strained face and Embry's tearstained one. Both of them look as if a light has gone out in their eyes. Every war has its casualties. Friendships and loyalities lost...wounds that cut deeper than the flesh.
(November 15, 2016 - 8:23 pm)