[Operation Novak] {A private role-play for Jacob and Rebecca}

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I'm to lazy to make an intro, and we never follow our own rules so I'm just going to skip over that.

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Just fill out a form with the name, the description, if you want to fill out the personality, just include anything you want.

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I apologize for the shortest and lamest thing in history but, I'm really lazy.

Sapphira Payton Yule, a.k.a SPY. Her Parent's found it highly amusing to give her initials that spelled out something, she doesn't.
Sapphira is anything but as cool as a spy. With long dark brown hair with bright blue streaks, and an average body, people overlook this British girl quite frequently. Pay (as her friends call her) lives in London and goes to a boarding school in the moors. Under constant rain, Pay loves the sun more than anything and is excited when her parent's announce that they are going on vacation in America.
Payton's personality is constantly changing, but she is amazingly smart and quick on her feet. Her parent's put her through karate because they thought she would want too be able to say she was an actual spy when she was older. Payton doesn't like it because of that though, she enjoys the adrenaline rush of being able to take down every boy in her private class. As you can tell, Payton likes to assert her independance by constantly changing her outfits but they always are blue and brown, her personal favorite colors.
Now, it's summer break, and she's going to America with her parent's. With her bags packed and her favorite sunglasses on (white with stars engraved on the side) Payton boards the plane with her parents, unaware of the adventure she was about to get herself into.

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Blake Oren Nathaniel Denton (BOND) was named that because Oren was his mother's maiden name and Nathaniel was what both of his parents wanted his middle name to be. It had nothing to do with the initials being B.O.N.D. but, many people call him that as a nickname. Blake has dark brown nearly black hair. His hair is in a 2 inch long messy style. His eyes are a deep oak brown. He stands at a rough five foot six inches. Bond usually will wear dark jeans and a plain colored t-shirt. Often he will be wearing a cotton sweatshirt from Venice, Italy where he's grown up. Except he was born in Britain but, has formed a small Italian accent over the years. He speaks straight up English though.
When his parents told him that he'd be taking a trip to the U.S.with his siblings to his aunts. He wasn't expecting much.

I walked slowly off the plane, my back still a bit sore from sitting so long. Both my parents grinned at me and motioned to the large smelly airport and exclaimed, "There it is! We're in America!"
I scratched my ear and brushed a piece of hair from my face before nodding and walking towards the luggage. It had arrived before us because it had to go through extensive checks for bombs and what not. Apparently the American's thought everyone one was terrorist or a tourist. Of course, I probably fell into the Tourist catagory, but trust me, I didn't look like the ones that came to my country. I smirked as I got a mental picture of a movie that the American's had made a while back about a stupid family of tourists.
My Dad grabbed his bag and my mom's before I snatched up mine, in the process realizing the baggage company had ripped the handle. The momentum threw the bag into the air, making it a blue and brown blur before it ricoshayed off a pillar and shot across the floor towards a group of people from our plane that had just gotten off.
"BLOODY HECK!" I shouted dashing towards the bag.

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I unloaded the plane leading my brothers and sister along. I don't know what my parents had been thinking sending me of all people on a trip to America with my siblings to live with my Aunt for the summer. I sighed and kept track of my siblings as I collected our bags and dragged them outside ''Stati Uniti!" My brother yelled out, saying the Italian word for the United States. A couple of sun-burnt tourists past us as I managed to drag my siblings along with all of our bags out of the door and into the pick-up area. I looked around and saw my pale, short, plump aunt jumping up and down in excitement. Her hands in the air. Waving them like she just didn't care, trying to get our attention. I groaned, I had met her multiple times. And oh, what fun that was. I walked over to her. She smiled and hugged everyone of us in order. I grinned and explained in her raspy voice how she was just so happy to see us. I muttered something under my breath in Italian so she wouldn't understand me. I somehow managed to fit all of our baggage into her small Volvo and also fit my siblings into the back seat. I closed my car door shut as my Aunt revved up the car. I had been in cars many times, but I never really enjoyed it being from Venice and all. My two brothers yelled 'YEE-HAW!" In unisine like in those horrible Western movies. I sighed. This was going to be a long ride.

I tackled the bag in front of a group of Americans and grinned sheepishly at them, "Sorry." Pulling it up, I scampered back to my Parents and they laughed at me until we managed to get outside to see an ugly yellow taxi pull up behind a silver volvo. The Cab triver helped us put our suitcases into the car and I walked over to the door, the backseat wasn't as cluttered as I had seen on the American movies, but I still gingerly sat down on it, waiting for a body to pop out or worse, a roach.
The Cabbie took us to the bed and breakfast and my Parents and I sat our things down in the suite. It was fairly big with two bedrooms and two baths, but no kitchen or lounge. Unpacking, I looked around the bland room I'd be staying in for a week and sighed, this spring break might not be as fun as I thought.
"Sapphira!" My mother called from the next room, right before her head popped out from the other room. My dad appeared behind her and they came and sat down on my bed, "Sweetie, we decided to send you to a conference offered to Spring Breakers from other country's! It's going to have a concert and the President is even going to make a speach! Aren't you excited?" She grinned at me and then muttered, "It's tommorow... You will be there for two days..."
"WHAT?!" I yelped grabbing my Father's shoulders and shaking roughly, "Tomorrow? You're shipping me off to some bloody American Conference so you two can snog? This is brillant!" I frowned at them and shook my head, "Whatever, I'll be at the pool in this bed and breakfast."

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I sighed in relief as the car drove up a graveled. And then I groaned as I realized that my Aunt ran a bed and breakfast. Great. And there was another cab there just pulling out which meant there was another family. I got out of the car. My Aunt told me she'd get the bags so I walked up to the grand french doors and walked him. I took off my sweat shirt and sat down in one of the chairs and took a deep breath and exhaled. I had a raging head ache plus, car sickness. Good ol' America.

After I shut my door to my Parent's room, I slid into my bathing suit and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Slipping on a cover-up for my one piece suit, I slipped on some sandels and walked down the hallway towards the stairs. Since the bed and Breakfast only had two levels, I looked at the rooms as I passed them. Walking down the stairs, I sighed and looked around the room before walking over to a boy sitting in a chair near the doors, "Excuse Me." I said softly trying not to disturb him if he was resting, "I was wondering if you knew where the pool was, or even if there was one..." I coughed lightly, realizing how stupid I sounded.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I waited for his reply while looking around the room. It was fairly small, with just a desk and a coat closet into the wall. With french double doors leading to the front of the house and another pair leading to what looked like the dining room. Pulling at a string on the towel, I blinked and blew air out from my mouth frustratedly. "Bloody Heck man! Give me an answer! Not to seem like a rude guest, but I've just gotton of a plane, have horrible jet lag, and really really would like a dip before my demented parent's ship me off to some bloody conference!" I growled shoving my hand in my pocket, searching for an asprin that I had put in there.

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I looked up at her. "There's no reason to freak ma'am. I have no bloody clue where the pool is or even if there is one. I'll make sure to ask my aunt when she gets i-" I was interrupted by the sound of my Aunts screechy voice. " 'ey Blake! You already started flirtin'?!" She asked in a surprised voice. I felt blood rising to my face. "Crazy American's" I muttered. "She was just wondering where the pool was. My Aunt smirked and then smiled at the British girl. "It's just out that door." She said in a nice voice. I said good-bye in Italian and walked up the stairs to my bedroom. It was small and bland. I flipped on the light switch and sat down on my musty bed.

"Thank you," I replied curtly to the woman and watched the boy walk upstairs. "Bloody Italian," I growled once they were both gone. Walking towards the pool, I slipped in and spent the rest of the afternoon swimming laps, trying to calm myself down.
After my blood stopped boiling from parent's decision, it was time for dinner. Groaning, I pulled myself sorely out from the pool and wrapped a towel around me, before dashing back inside and towards my room. My Parent's door opened right as I got in front of mine, and my mom popped her head out, "Dinner is in five, Sweetie. I was about to come get you." Nodding, I played it cool and walked into my room, before throwing the towel into a hamper and scampering around my room for my jeans and a ponytail holder.
My calves were burning by the time I got up from searching and found them folded in my bag, Gosh Mom, Really? I thought saracastically.
Slipping them on, I wondered about the Italian guy downstairs, he had mentioned his aunt, and he was obviously Italian, but with a bit of an English accent. Rolling my eyes, I puffed out so air from my cheeks and muttered aloud, "Why do I care who he is?" Stuffing my head into my shirt, and after brushing my hair out and pulling it into a ponytail, I walked out of my room and downstairs, but not before passing a closed door. Wanting to snoop, I pushed it open gingerly to see a very bland room and a suitcase on a table. There was no indication of whoever was staying in it. Peering closer, I stumbled into the room and the door flew against the wall.

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I was rummaging through the dusty closet looking for a light bulb. The light had gone out. I was flipping through boxes when I heard the door to my room shut. I backed up hitting my head against the door frame. I turned around rubbing my neck to see the British girl from downstairs looking at me. I groaned. "What in the canals of Venice do you want?! To know where the water slides and diving boards are?" I asked her,angrily. She had just walked into my bedroom. I shook my head, waiting for her to respond.

I was so angry and embarrassed that I could feel color flooding my cheeks. "No! Actually, I was snooping, excuse me Mr. Italian, I might as well bow, since you're so high and mighty!" Glaring, I set my jaw and growled out, "Excuse me for being rude, but everyone knows Curiousity killed the cat. Therefore, you shouldn't keep the door open. Dinner's ready also, in case you care." Turning on my heel, I stalked out of the room and raced downstairs, waving at my face, to try and return it to it's normal color, and not the angry beet red it was.
When I entered the dining room, there was the nice woman, who I figured was the Italian Boy's Aunt and owner of the Bed and Breakfast, she smilied at me softly, "Hello Dearie, you're just in time. Dinner is ready. I better go get my Nephew, you met him earlier! I'm sure you'll be amazing buddies!"
I grimaced behind her back as I watched her retreat and took a seat beside my dad, who didn't look like he even noticed anything other the steak on the plate in front of him. Way to be oblivious Dad, I thought Idly frowning at my misfortune.

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"What an idiot." I muttered and pulled on my sweatshirt and walked down to the dining room where the smell of steak and chips were wafting into my nose. I walked into the dining room where my siblings were already eating and where the British snob was sitting along with her family. I sat down as far away from her as I plausibly could. Before I started to eat my Aunt looked over at me and smiled. "Blake, I forgot to say something to you. Your parents signed you up for a two day conference for kids from other countries. The President will even be there!" I grimaced. What in the world were my parents thinking?! It's not like I don't live an American life at my own house in Venice. My parents were as American as they come. I groaned, "Who cares if the bloody president is even there, He'll probably just tell us that we're all welcome here in the America's and then go home and deal with Presidential stuff." I muttered and cut a piece of steak off and put it into my mouth.

"Toushé," I muttered without thinking. Taking a quick bite of steak, I looked down at my plate while I felt my parent's stares on each side of my head. Snorting, I looked up at them, "What? He's right! He might be a bloody Italian, but at least he has some sense to him."
"Sapphira Payton Yule! Do not insult the family of the woman who's letting us stay here! You are being very rude, what would Grandmum say?" My mother scolded shooting the owner a pleading look.
"I don't know, Mum, why don't you ask her?" I asked sarcastically, "Wait, I forgot, she's half way across the bloody world under the GROUND!" I shouted the end before pushing my chair out from the table and muttering, "Excuse me. I can stand incompetance." As I backpedled it out of the dining room, my temper slowly fell down to normal and I crashed on my bed and made sure to lock both the doors to my room. If all else failed, I could here them opening them with a key.

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I shrugged and took a deep drink of my water and finished my steak and fries. "Thanks." I whispered to my Aunt and looked over at the british girl's parents. They looked at me as if apologizing for their daughter. I nodded, and walked up to my room passing whats-her-face's room and into my own. I got one of my swimsuits on and walked down to the pool. It wasn't big, but, it wasn't small either. I took of my shirt and slipped into the cold water. It obviously wasn't heated at all. I sighed and swam a couple of laps before setting on the edge, a towel hung from my neck as I stared into the water. Thinking about what was going to be part of the culture project.

I woke up in the morning hungry and irritable. I was hungry because of my idiotic temper tantrum from last night, and irritable because I had to make sure I had everything in my suitcase before being shipped off to that stupid conference. Suddenly there was a short knock on my door and I slid out of bed to go open it.
As soon as I did, my Mother looked at me and gave me a tight hug, "Sweetie, you have to go. It'll be fun, and you'll know someone at least."
I rolled my eyes and asked, "When are we leaving?"
"Thirty minutes." She replied before shutting the door.
I changed and packed before coming downstairs, countdown to heck: 15 minutes.

Alix Ion Rain (A.I.R.) is pretty shy. Ok, just because he doesn't attract a lot of people doesn't mean he's wacko or anything, right? Anyway, Alix is 5'7" and has large, wide feet. I shouldn't have mentioned that... He's also odd-eyed ((different colored eyes, pretty rare)), the left being blue and the right being grey. He has blonde, shaggy hair with changing highlights from moi that reaches down over his eyes. Once you get to know him, he's a pretty nice guy, but has a minor case of ADHD, so you never know what to expect. His roots trace back to ancient Greece on his mother's side, and he inherits the olive-toned skin. His father, however, can be traced back to Italy and Islam, therefore he can overreact. But don't sterotype him too much, or else you'll be disrespeacted in a language you probably don't know.

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(Ummm. I'm sorry, I forgot to mention that this is a PRP for Rebecca and I...)

I rolled over in my bed, the alarm was ringing out. I scrammbled to press the snooze button. After I had managed to find it after pressing fifty other buttons blindly. I slid out of bed, rubbing my eyes. Trying to gain my 20/20 vision back. I walked over to my dresser and quickly got dressed. I walked out of my room, flattening down my hair. I was nearly 100% sure it was sticking up all over the place. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen where there was multiple stacks of pancakes on the table along with a pot of coffee. Oh yum. Roasted beans mixed with water. Tea's so much better... I thought absent-mindedly to myself as I sat down.

(Yeah...)

I entered the dining room to see IB (Italian Boy) and rolled my eyes before sitting as far away as I could possibly get. Unfortunatly, since no one else was down yet, I just filled my plate with food and started eating, since there was going to be no civil conversation that I would want to participate in.
Groaning into my eggs, I realized that my vacation was screwed. I would have to most likely share a room with a stranger in a stinky low-class American hotel and listen to a bunch of wanna-be singers that don't even compare to the bands that had come from my home. Debating on if it would be worth it, I decided to smash my head on the table beside my plate and groaned again. I didn't care about IB, I'd deal with whatever the Conference sent at me, as long as he wasn't there.

((oh, sowwy))

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I looked over at my fell European snob. "Why the long face? At least you don't have to go to a bloody culture project. Held by the friggin' President." I said, taking a bite out of my pancakes. As I waited for a response I was thinking about how it was going to go. I'm going to walk in and there's going to be kids that hardly speak english if at all.Then I'm going to sit down next to one kid who comes from Russia, and one who comes from South Africa. Next, the president will give some cruddy speech about how we're all connected and how we should feel at home. Most kids will spread out and keep quiet, not mentioning anything. Some employee will try to get us to do some game where we learn everybody's bloody name.

My head snapped up so quickly I got whiplash. "You have to go too?" I asked, shocked that the IB was being nice to me and going to the conference. I rubbed my forehead idly and muttered, "I've already got my bag packed. It's going to be horrid. It's all going to work out something like this." Spreading my palms out on the table I explained, "We're going to go in, and I'm going to be stuck in between some Asian and Iraqi, and one is going to try to talk to me in some bloody foreign language. The President's going to strut in, pulling his lackies and mumble a few happy-go-lucky things and then run off. Then some random American leaders are going to make us play random games and introduce our bloody selves. After that, we're going to hear a bunch of horrid music from American's who think they can sing as well as the Beatles!"
I leaned back into my seat and crossed my arms, "I have no bloody idea what my mum and dad were thinking."

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I stared at her. "At least one person will be capable of talking to me without me just staring at them like they've gone crazy." I stated and finished off my pancakes. I stood up, "It's Blake." I stated. I figured as long as we were going to be together for a couple of days, I might as well be nice. I placed my dirty dish in the tiny kitchen just as my aunt and siblings came down along with British Girl's parents.

"Sapphira," I answered, placing my dish in the basin after Blake. "You're Italian right? You've got an accent." I questioned, ignoring my parent's bewhildered looks at Blake and I. Being able to read their faces was simple, my Dad wanted to make sure I didn't run off and marry the bloke, my Mum wanted to know why I was in a better mood and talking to the boy I bad-mouthed at supper last night. Glancing at my bag, I asked quitely, "Have you packed yet?"

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"British actually. I've just grown up most of my life in Venice." I said, and watched as my siblings sat down. My brother whispered something to my other brother and they both started laughing. I really didn't want to know what it was. My aunt was glaring at me and Sapphira. I shook my head and nodded at Sapphira's question. "I have." I said, and walked out of the room and went and got my bags from my room. My Aunt looked at me and said something; "Let me finish up my breakfast and I'll take you to the conference." I nodded and looked over at Sapphira. I responded; "You can save Sapphira's parents a trip and bring her along. She's going to the culture project also.

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