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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)
Marcia~
We run down the halls, familiar memories swirling around my head. When I was running from math class to the auditorium. When Mason and I ran straight into each other. When Madison thought that man-eating rabbits were infesting my room. When it all started........ I run faster, harder. Life had changed in one day. When the bomb went off in my room, it all started. We are almost there. Almost at the door. We are within 3 meters of the door, when May shows up.
(August 22, 2015 - 12:56 pm)
(August 23, 2015 - 6:49 pm)
Katara~
I come to an abrubt stop, almost tumbling into the young girl. She lets out a squeal and steps back, covering her face. "Wha-?" I start, when Marcia hastily inturrupts me.
"MAY!! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE?!??" she yells, shoving me aside as if I am worthless.
The so-called-May cowers, taking yet another timid step back, "I-uh..I..." She takes a deep breath and straightens herself. Immeditly seeming more confident she continues, "I followed you."
"YOU WH-" Marcia stops, turning to Mason who had grabbed her arm. She meets his eyes, which bob side to side with his shaking head. She nods. "Yeah..lets go."
(August 24, 2015 - 12:54 am)
Cammwren~
Madison drives us back home, along with May, whom Marica is glaring at. The sun is coming up over the buildings as she leaves me at my house. We didn't talk much, with May being there, but we had most everything figured out anyways.
The van zooms out of sight and l enter back into the house. Everyone who lives here wakes up late, so l've got nothing to fear. Not like l've never sneaked out of here before. l past though the house to the stairs. Then turn back.
Something is wrong. Someone has been here. l can almost feel it in the air. Things nudged here and there. Whoever they were, they were pretty good, at breaking and entering. But l, as a former agent of Evil, was better. l follow their footsteps in the carpet, around the house, and then finely up stairs.
l hear a whisper of feet. They are still here. l dig around in my pockets until l find a small dart gun. The kind that we always had at the AYA incase of emerncy and slowly climb the stairs....
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Eh, just an idea here, but what if Elisha is the one in Camm's house, because of him being formly with the Evil?
(August 25, 2015 - 9:11 pm)
moop
(August 24, 2015 - 7:15 pm)
(August 25, 2015 - 6:45 pm)
I hope these don't clash!!!
Elisha~
I hear his footsteps slow down, then almost stop. His socks make just enough noise on the carpet for me to hear it. My ears tune into nothing but his breathing and his footprints. I slink into the shadows, making no sound whatsoever. He walks by, scanning the hall. I stand behind him at the door of the hallway, he didn't notice me in the shadows. I step out, making a slight noise, testing him.
He whirls around, confronting me. His eyes narrow, "What do you want?" he whispers.
I grin. "Let me start out by saying I could blow up your familiy now."
"They aren't my family," he snaps, but I can still see the fear in his eyes.
I smirk and cross my arms, "Yeah, whatever." I see the hurt in his eyes and my confidence soars. "You were EVIL. You know their ways." I step forward and hold out a seemingly delicate hand. "You are just like us Cammwren. Come."
He hesitates a moment before snapping, "No, I will never join EVIL."
I smile innocently, "But you just don't fit in. You know they really aren't your friends. Anything you had with them is gone. Shattered. But we will accept you for who you are." I stare into his eyes, casting my spell.
I see myself in his eyes, which move and scan my face. "Leave. Now."
I step back and nod, "Very well. But my offer remains." I step back into the shadows and leave, watching him. The person just like me.
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I was thinking Elisha could crush on Cammwren and cast her 'spell' on him, Making him believe he only fits in with her...or something.
(August 25, 2015 - 11:57 pm)
May~
(Sorry Shadow that this corresponds with your post, but May has her own car) I drive home, Marcia in the passenger seat. She's slumped down, glaring. "What were you doing there? Why did you follow us?" "Did you really think mom and I wouldn't notice your disappearance? It was in broad daylight." "When did you come?" "Earlier today." "WHAT?!" Marcia sits up so fast that she nearly hits her head on the ceiling. "I drove over here earlier. I saw a van, but nobody else. I then went, parked in the parking lot, and waited for you. When you didn't come out for a while, I decided to go look for you." "That car was YOU?!" "Lower your voice." "Don't you tell me to lower my voice!" "I'm the oldest." "YEAH! BY 5 MINUTES!!!" "Calm down. Besides, we're home."
Marcia~
I yank open the car door and storm out. How dare she follow us! What was she thinking! My thoughts are interrupted by my mother running outside and pulling me into a big hug, her light red hair covering her tear stained face. "Where were you?! I was so worried!" May comes out of the car. "She was with some old friends. They were at the library." "Well I'm glad you're safe. Why didn't you tell me you were going to the library?" "She was embarrassed." "You don't have to be embarassed to go to the library. It's wonderful that you like to go there." Once our mother goes back in I turn to May. "I'm too embarrassed to tell her I'm at the library?!" "Well your welcome." "*Sigh* Thanks." "No problem."
(August 25, 2015 - 10:47 pm)
Roselyn~
I slip into my room silently. Thankfully, my parents are still asleep. I sit on my bed, my head leaning against the wall. I suddenly feel dizzy, and I blink my eyes several times, but the feeling does not go away. I slide down the wall, and lay on my pillow, thinking about the days events. Something nags in the back of my mind. Something that a good spy would notice... it had been so long since AYA... I squeeze my eyes, trying to clear the fogginess in my brain. I roll over, my eyes slowly closing. The dart. It was poisoned, I realize as I slowly drift away to unconsciousness; feeling sick all over. I'm going to die.
(August 26, 2015 - 9:22 am)
Katara~
I sit silently in May's van, pondering the events of the day. Naturally I had no where to stay, so it was decided I would sleep here. In the morning May and Marcia would pick everyone up, hopefully they had convinced their parents to let them spend the weekend with friends. After that, I'm not sure. We don't know where EVIL is located. As for my tracker? We managed to shut it down with jumper cables, only temporarily. Ever since I have had this weird, almost painful, feeling in my side. Eventually the whistling wind lulls me to sleep, and I get a good night's rest for the first time in what seems like years.
(August 28, 2015 - 1:42 pm)
(August 28, 2015 - 8:02 pm)
Cammwren~
l begin to doubt myself. Do l really belong to the Evil? l always knew that l was the odd, never fit in with everything. But l did at the Evil, people liked me for who l truely was. They knew you. They understood you.
l remember that l used to love what l did at the Evil, even thogh l knew what harm it did. She was right, you know. Go back to the Evil. You'll fit in.
But what about my friends? The former AYA agents?
They aren't really your friends. Once Evil always Evil.
l can't. Evil is evil. Look what they did to Katara. And me. And Carrie and Jessica. We could've been better. Evil ruined our lives. l'm not indifferently cold. l'm human.
Look at the world around you. Crumbling. Misery. Wouldn't it be good for someone to have complete control? To end all this confusion? No one will ever have to go though what you did.
It makes sense. It really does. l know what the Evil did, but complete control, over everything, would bring peace.
Peace. Exactly what l don't have. l wonder, if l did, in the end, go back to the Evil, what the others would think of me. Maybe disbelieve, then horror. They trusted me. Thought l was their friend. That l abandoned the Evil. For good.
They didn't really know me or understand me. None of them.
(August 28, 2015 - 10:54 pm)
Eh, topity toppings. Top.
(August 30, 2015 - 6:52 pm)
Katara~
I leap to action in a fighting position as the door opens. "Whoa!!" Marcia grins. "Just me."
I lower my defenses, "Uh...sorry...you woke me..."
She grins wider, "Let's go grab the gang."
(August 30, 2015 - 9:42 pm)
Embry~
"Go away," l mumble to whomever just came into my room to wake me up. "l'm not awake." l pull my blanket over my head.
"C'mon," says a voice, drifting into my half-asleep dreams.
"Noooo," l moan. They yank the blankets off me. l crack open one eye. "Oh, hi, Roselyn." In my still-sleeping brain, it doesn't strike me as strange that she is there.
"We didn't want to ring the doorbell and wake everyone up," she explains. "So l sneaked in here. We've got to go now, hurry up."
l pull the blanket from her grasp. "What time is it, anyways?"
"Em, we've got to pick the others up. Get dressed and meet us outside, alright?"
"Fine," l grumble as Roselyn leaves. l drag myself out of the bed and put on jeans and a t-shirt. l take one look at my tangled, long red hair and decide to leave it as it is, then stumble out the door.
(August 31, 2015 - 3:32 pm)