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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)
(December 11, 2016 - 9:01 pm)
EVIL's revengers. Have you given up? Am I just being naive, thinking this story is going to live? Should I just give up on topping?
Please post. It doesn't have to be long. Just something to get our spies out of their rut. Or, at least let me know why you aren't posting.
Thank you. I love you guys.
(December 14, 2016 - 8:11 pm)
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(December 14, 2016 - 9:57 pm)
Sorrysorrysorry Shadow! I had to make a desisicion to keep it going. You're welcome to change this!
Roselyn~
Cammwren keeps one finger on the trigger of his dart gun as he looks each of us in the eye. He stops at Madison, like he can't bear to meet her gaze.
"You have ten seconds, and then I am no longer your friend," he decides slowly. I didn't think I could run anymore, but now I somehow find the strength.
"We can do this," Clover mutters beside me, "we're so close."
(December 15, 2016 - 1:52 pm)
‘Tis fine :) l’m
not posting much because of problems with my laptop that aren’t
going anyway anytime soon.
Embry~
Ten seconds? Really?
That’s not a lot, not enough, actually. I laugh softly, then glance
around quickly. they’d probably think l was going insane if I was
laughing now. But it’s only a serious case of gallows humor.
Perhaps I am really going insane after all.
Well then in that
case.
Because l don’t
really care any longer.
“Ha…..hahahaha…..Ha!”
l clamp my hand over my m0uth, but still the silent laughter comes
shaking my body, making me double over because my sides are starting
to seriously hurt. l’m hardly able to breath, but still the
laughter comes.
I receive blank
looks. And then concerned ones. Cammwren’s expression slowly
changes into confusion. The gun slowly falls to his side.
Right now.
Deep breaths, deep
breaths. I began to regain my composure. l’m not smiling, but they
can tell that something is seriously wrong here. Clover half opens
her mouth, about to say something when I start laughing again.
I fall to my knees,
tears dripping down my face.
“…….What….?
Are you okay?”
Haha.
Look at how confused
they are.
I swear l haven’t
had so much fun in years.
(December 15, 2016 - 4:37 pm)
I'll post when I get rid of this blistering headache....but we are all now insane, XD
(December 15, 2016 - 6:42 pm)
Katara~
Hysterical laughter. Huh.
It seemed like I wasn't the only one cracking anymore. Everyone's gazes were upon her, and I personally wanted to join her in insanity, but I had yet another job to do. Cammwren had been taunting Clover with the average 'you won't kill me' threat.
But I knew someone who would.
While most were distracted I crept up behind Clover and slid my hand onto the lazer she held. We exchanged glances once again and I made sure to have a tight grip before she released her hold. Soon it was in my hands and I stepped back, finger on the trigger, pointing it at Cammwren.
My hands weren't shaking only because I had spent way too long practicing how to look confident.
Embry's laughing was beginning to fade and as it did Cammwren's gaze snapped back to me. He hadn't noticed my subtle movements, luckily, but now I had the weapon.
I smirked. "She may not hurt you, Cammwren, but you know I will. You know..." I paused and narrowed my eyes, tilting my head curiously. "You know all too well. I mean...I don't particularly care for you." With a shrug I carelessly flicked the laser.
He didn't react, but I didn't show my dissapointment in the matter.
Whether he beleived my acting or not, he certainly beleived I would kill him. I myself wasn't sure if I would kill him or not, but if push came to shove, I knew in the end I wouldn't care.
I had already sacrificed so much to keep my friends, would it really hurt to take another life for their saftey?
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Yeah this isn't depressing at all.
(December 15, 2016 - 9:40 pm)
D'you want to to actually have her shoot him? Because l feel like at this point Katara's pretty trigger happy and it wouldn't be too much of a leap of imagination if it happened. But l don't want to control her too much, so. *shrugs*
(December 17, 2016 - 12:59 am)
It would kill Katara is she shot another person, so I'd say not.
(December 18, 2016 - 3:08 pm)
Sorry about the delay, humans! Here I am, back again. I hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas and/or Hannakah.
Clover~
I slip my hand away from the laser, my fingertips brushing Katara's. She grips it firmly, like someone who has done this before. Someone who will do it again, if she must.
Embry's insane laughter slowly quiets, and the dark eyed boy suddenly turns to face Katara. She smiles confidantly and says, "She may not hurt you, Cammwren, but you know I will. You know," she pauses, cocks her head, "you know all too well. I mean... I don't particularly care for you." She shrugs and flicks the laser for effect. Cammwren doesn't flinch, but looks at her warily. I can see in his eyes that he completely believes her words. He knows she would kill him if she had to.
I look back and forth between them. One of them will have to move. One of them is going to strike.
Quick as a snake, Katara fires the laser. Cammwren doesn't even have time to duck as the laser blasts open the wall directly above his head. Dead center. Two inches lower and it would have killed him. He stares at Katara. We all do.
"That," Katara remarks, her voice sounding mostly calm, if a bit strained, "was to show you that I can still shoot. That I still will shoot. Because next time, I'm not going to fire over your head, Cammwren. So I give you one last chance. Get out of the way, or I will kill you."
Nobody moves. I can hear Cammwren trying to think of an answer, feel his indecision. Of course I can. I know his indecision, because it was mine, not too long ago. But for a different reason. Mine was to betray EVIL, or do something I knew I'd never forgive myself for. His is to betray EVIL or die.
Looking at these people, the last of the AYA, I realize why we are so different. They've seen things much, much worse than I have. I feel so young, haven't lost my thirteen year old idealism. These shadow eyed sixteen year olds have done things I never had to. Yet. I'm still thirteen.
I feel so young, yet so old. I might not have had to do the things these people have done, yet I've had to do more, see more, than most thirteen year olds have ever had to worry about doing.
(December 25, 2016 - 10:57 pm)
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(December 26, 2016 - 12:03 pm)
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(December 28, 2016 - 9:24 pm)
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(December 29, 2016 - 11:05 am)
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(December 30, 2016 - 9:45 am)
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(December 30, 2016 - 10:12 am)