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| ❝Ья↺kεη❞ ❝α computεr ƒriεηds-Ьαsεd roℓεpℓαy❞
❝Everything in life is fragile. Everything in life is breakable. Everything in life has a point where it's done being bent and finally just snaps. Things, things that take years and years to build up, can be torn down in mere seconds. With the right words, with the right decisions, with the right flick of a wrist, the only life you've ever known can come tumbling down, down, down. Your friendships are broken, your sanity snapped, and that is the moment when you realize you're whole life was a piece of glass balancing on the tip of your finger. You said the wrong thing, you made the wrong decision, you stumbled, you made the briefest mistake. It doesn't matter how brief your mistake was, because it was still just that, a mistake. You've broken your life in bits and pieces and now, you can't put it back together.
Now, multiply that sick, churning feeling in your stomach by ten and you'll have what agents Annabelle Marie Jones, Lauren Mallory, Rebecca Hawthorne, and Mynx Heath felt like when it happened to them. Their whole lives fell apart in a matter of minutes, of seconds. The sad part? All it took was sharp words and well-made decisions. For most, you'd go through a state of depression and whatever else, then move on with your life. Find a new job, new friends, a new life. The agents are still stuck in the "depression" stage, because what is there to move on to? What job, what life is there left? Their education is terrible at best and the only thing they know how to do is track, spy, and save the gosh darned day. What mundane job is going to serve them without making them restless? Not only that, but what mundane in their right mind would hire such seventeen-year-olds as they?
Needless to say, life for the agents is dull and downright terrible, on the best of days. Depression and hallucinations and nightmares plague their every move. They all see therapists, but even then, it's not helping them get better. The agents are sick, sick in the head and sick in the heart, and nobody can seem to find a cure. Not their parents, who have no idea what's happened to their beloved sons and daughters, not their therapists, who only know have the story, and not themselves, who can't pull it together long enough to move on with their lives.
Now, let's fast-forward to now. Six months have passed since they were finally rescued from their hostage situation with the notorious foe, Jay Chastain, and his partner in crime, Miranda Sanchez. Six months have passed since they all quit the Agency, having found their lives there far too overwhelming and frightening to bare. None of the agents have been in contact with one another nor the Agency that they've recently resigned from. That is, until now. One of the agents, Anna, notices that there is activity on RPC when there shouldn't be. In fact, there are new Agency members when there sure as heck shouldn't be, too. Not knowing what else to do, she tentatively contacts Lauren.
Confirming her suspicions that more than one of these new members is a supposed bad guy, especially their ringleader of sorts, Lauren suggests they contact the other agents. They do, then get together to inform the Agency that, hey, you hired a bunch of criminals trying to take over the gosh darned Agency, for crying out loud. The Agency, being as stubborn as it is, refuses to believe so.
Will the Agency finally get it through their thick skulls that the agents were right when they're overthrown by their new "members"? Will the agents be able to pull themselves together to save the day?❞
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| ❝ƒ↺яms❞ - Code:
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[size=10](greeting), my name is [b](full name)[/b]!
I'm a [b](gender)[/b], in case you're blind.
I'm [b]seventeen[/b], and born on [b](birthdate)[/b].
When I look in the mirror, I see [b](physical description, at least a decent sized paragraph)[/b].
Man, do people love to talk. They say I'm [b](personality description, at least a decent sized paragraph)[/b].
You want to know about my life, too? Fine, whatever. [b](history/background, including where s/he was born, how his/her childhood was, how their parents were, siblings, etc. just the general stuff. possibly what jay did that made 'em so crazyy? doesn't have to be [i]uber[/i] long)[/b].
I guess I'm kind of talented. Actually, come to think of it, I'm [i]amazingly[/i] talented. [b](specialties/talents. hacking, sneaking, whatever)[/b].
Oh, you'll definitely think of me when you hear [b](theme song)[/b].
My puppet master is [b](your username)[/b].[/size]
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| | | | kieran c:
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| ❝thε chαяαctεяs❞ ❝Annabelle Marie Jones played by Branch
Joshua Jay Chastain played by Branch
TO BE DECIDED played by Branch
Lauren Mallory played by Vixen
more coming soon~❞
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| | | | kieran c:
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| ❝αccεptεd ƒoяms❞ ❝Branch- Spoiler:
coming soon! I SWEAR.
Vixen- Spoiler:
Um, my name is Lauren Mallory!
I'm a female, in case you're blind.
I'm seventeen, and born on August Seventh.
When I look in the mirror, I see the form of a small, pretty seventeen year old. I use to look pretty, at least. But now I'm a before and after person, who went from good to horrible. I had thin blonde hair, nearly white in the sun. I liked to dye it almost every type of blue or green to add some color. It was always brushed or braided, depending on my mood. I had bright, smug looking blue eyes too. My skin is tan from tons of sun, and I was fit and well built. I liked to wear things from a simple t-shirt and jeans, to the skimpiest outfits created.Mini shorts were my specialty, and things that clashed always seemed to work on me.
Did you notice the past-tense? That was months ago, before I was tortured half to death. Now my blonde hair is color free and tangled, and I lost all my hair bows awhile ago. My blue eyes are always big and scared, like someone (Jay or Miranda) might pop out of no where and finish me off. My skin is pale and sickly, since I tend to hole up in my room with the curtains drawn and in pitch dark, so I can't see Jay when I hallucinate him. I'm too thin, but I can still throw a nasty hit if I wanted too. For clothes, all I wear is a long t-shirt that belongs to my foster mom, and nothing else. Scars and long-time bruises criss-cross my body, but the worst one is on my stomach, which Jay and Miranda had re-opened over and over and over. It still hurts and bleeds sometimes, along with other injuries. My arm hurts a lot from healing wrong when Jay broke it, and the doctors weren't able to fix it enough to make the pain go away, so someday I'll probably amputate it. My cheeks are sunken and you can no longer see the real me..
Man, do people love to talk. They say I'm a shadow of my former self. I use to be mean and sarcastic, always teasing or annoying someone. But at the same time I was charming, able to get whatever I wanted when I wanted it. I had lots of enemies, but los of admirers too. I was confident and not scared of anything or anyone. Now, I'm no one. I freak out at the smallest creak, I cry when I stub my toe, and I can't look at a weapon with out running away or flinching. I act like a child who lost her teddy bear, always crying and huddling in a corner. I throw fits all the time about the littlest things, and talk to myself and sometimes my stuffed bunny, Bunsies. I'm especially edgy when Jay appears or a hallucination scares me more than usual. I haven't hit someone in ages, because I'm afraid of getting hit back. My feelings are delicate, and a small word could break me to pieces..
You want to know about my life, too? Fine, whatever. I don't remember much, really, thanks to all the brain damage I've gotten over the years. I know I was born and raised in London England though, with my dad. Mom was off somewhere, but I didn't care. I don't have any living family anymore. Dad died when I joined the Agency. I killed his murderers. My little sister was only seven when she was taken away to an orphanage. I never heard about her since. I stayed where I was needed most- The Agency, with my friends. Now let's fast forward to Paris. I never liked Jay. He was too smart and too annoying for my taste. But Anna and him became friends, which made everything worse. It was my duty to make him a miserable little nerd, until, of course, he ended my life as I knew it. Miranda, his squeaky girlfriend did most of the hitting and punching. She hated me too, probably cause Jay told her things I did to him, times one hundred. I was cut, nattered and taunted. After awhile like that, I stopped counting the new scars and started counting places on me where I wasn't bloody or bruised. They called me names, made fun of me. Sometimes I wished they ripped my ears off. I'm not going to go into detail anymore about that. We got out, I became crazy and a total mess. The end. .
I guess I'm kind of talented. Actually, come to think of it, I'm amazingly talented. I can hide and stay silent really well still, and anything I hear or do I remember perfectly. I use to be skilled in hand to hand combat and with knives, but I'm not so sure anymore..
Oh, you'll definitely think of me when you hear [I'll edit this when I think of one].
My puppet master is Vixen.
Bow down, my name is Casey Pocks!
I'm a male, in case you're blind.
I'm seventeen, and born on January 3rd.
When I look in the mirror, I see a tall, physically fit seventeen year old boy. He's got scruffy, dirty blond hair with dyed ends. The colors depend on his outfit, really, but they're usually red or blue, since those are manly colors. He's got an angular face, and worst of all, freckles. They don't stick out much with his serious tan, but if he didn't get enough sun, Casey would be doomed to look like a total nerd. But he doesn't, and is going to keep it that way. His eyes are an impossible dark blue, and he's got the bother me and I shoot you kind of look in them. He's got a big, straight scar down his left cheek and it disappears under his collar from when his dad got mad at him. He's got other scars, but not for just that reason. If you see Casey, he is usually sporting a black eye or some type of bruise. Casey likes to have the newest, fashionable clothes, but also stay comfortable and able to move if needed. So yes, he does wear his pants up to his waist. He prefers sweats or on good days, loose denim. He likes plain shirts or t-shirts with logos or something nasty on the front. Lots of black, defiantly, and splashes of color to determine of color of dye he was going to steal and use. His tennis shoes are worn out and won't last him much longer, and you can hardly tell that their grey color use to be a shiny white. .
Man, do people love to talk. They say I'm not a good friend, but it's good to know me. I know everything, and everyone, and can easily get whatever I want whenever I want. I've never been deprived of resources, wether it's drugs or food. I don't get much sleep, and you will see me either partying or taking a girl into a room, it doesn't really matter to me. I'm clever and able to think things through before I try something, so i don't make an utter fool out of myself. They say I'm seductive and have enough charm mto make a couple eyes turn my way. But that's my good side. Deep down, I'm crazy. LIterally. My temper can run high, and if it gets too high, you might find yourself in critical condition or standing at the Pearly Gates. I'm not nice if I know you, because that means I can get rid of the glitter and let my true self show. I'll go to the extremes to get what I want, and throw temper tantrums when someone is able to keep me from getting it. But that's rare, because I take a loaded gun wherever I go. I'm violent, malicious, and just pure evil. I'm just good ol' Casey Pocks.
You want to know about my life, too? Fine, whatever. Frankly, I don't care about my family and what happened to them. I was born in Seattle, raised in Seattle, but I've been all over the world with my dad. I was a daddy's boy, but he was on the run for a ton of robberies. No one understood why he did what he did but me. Mom left him, my sisters hate us, and I hate them just as much. So me and my dad stayed like that, hopping from one place to another. He was my idol, and I became even worse than him. Then, when I was fifteen, he was whisked away to jail, but I got away. I moved back to Seattle and started a whole new life, I guess. Until now. .
I guess I'm kind of talented. Actually, come to think of it, I'm amazingly talented. I'm good with theivery and sneaking places. .
Oh, you'll definitely think of me when you hear Don't Mess with Me ~ Temposhark.
My puppet master is Vixen.
Rebecca- Spoiler:
Hello, I guess, my name is Rebecca Emilia Hawthorne.
I'm female, in case you're blind, or you know, just stupid.
I'm seventeen, and born on May 14th.
Man, do people love to talk about how I look and act. They say I'm crazy, to be quaint with you. My once emerald green eyes have dimmed to a grey and my long brown hair has kind of become curly and messy from where I haven't even bothered. I might chop it off, but I like how the faded green streaks in it make it look like I'm the Joker. Plus, I'm still the 5'8 I've been since I was twelve. Lots of things have happened, my style, for one thing, that used to be black and clean, has now turned into old and ratty jeans with long tee-shirts to cover the scars I gained from Jay. But one thing hasn't changed, I still walk like I own the place, and I do. Don't mess with me unless you want a gun in your face, or the knife in my boot at your throat. Speaking of my boots, the same black pair has been with me since I started the agency, along with a necklace shaped like a sword that has a tracking mechanism in it I built myself. It used to help the agency keep tabs on me, but since I'm not a part of anymore... I guess I don't really need it, other than it's the only thing that I have left of that part of my life.
You want to know about my life, too? Fine, whatever. I was born in Tennessee, but that's not really how my story begins. My story really begins after I took my first standardized test. My scores were so off the chart that the agency quickly picked me up. My brain is kind of huge, and don't be surprised if I kill you with it. Never-the-less, the agency is where I met my friends, or, the people that once were my friends, Annabelle, Lauren, and Mynx. I say was, because there was another person I knew, Jay. He... Betrayed us. He kidnapped us all and tortured us, tearing down every barrier we'd been trained to put up by the government. For me, he stuck me in a room, not that I minded the lack of connection with another human being, but whenever I would fall asleep from lack of substance, food, water, anything other than the stupid chair I was tied too, there would be another knife lying on the floor near me. It got so bad, and so tempting to break out, one time, I managed to flip my chair over and grab one of the knives, instantly alerting Jay and his little goons. I was taken and thrown into a room with shards of glass all over the floor. I still have the cuts. I can still smell my own blood. Not the best experience of my life..
I guess I'm kind of talented. Actually, come to think of it, I'm amazingly talented. You've never really met someone who can hack cell phones and computers like I can. I don't want to brag, but I'm not the greatest at running away or being a people person, so my computer skills and the basics I have for my gun are all I've really got, other than my extremely fast reflexes when it comes to a knife. It's like an extension of my arm, I can throw them, stab, slash, anything I want to do. To bad it's a short-range weapon, I have the scars on my arms to prove that I'm definitely not a superhuman.
Oh, you'll definitely think of me when you hear Hot Mess by Cobra Starship.
My puppet master is Rebecca.
Suburbia- Spoiler:
Hiya, my name is Mynx Imogen Heath!
I'm a boy, in case you're blind.
I'm seventeen, and born on October 31.
When I look in the mirror, I see a lanky kid, no really developed muscles, and extremely pale, like he was in his house his whole life. He’s got this really flippy black hair, which is pretty standoutish about him, since it’s a huge contrast between him and his skin. His eyes are small and grey, almost devoid of life, but still a gleam in it at times. He’s almost sickly skinny, with the faint outline of ribs protruding from his chest. He’s sorta tall, and doesn’t really wear shoes because he can’t find any in his size, since he’s a 14 with wide feet, so regular 14’s don’t always fit. His legs, however, are sorta flexible, since he trained them to be that way in his spare time. He’s always wearing this monochrome color scarf, no matter what the weather is, as well as pants, mostly jeans..
Man, do people love to talk. They say I'm sorta jumpy when people sneak up on him, and don’t really look too kindly on pranks and stuff of that nature. He likes to stay alone, reading a book or listening to music on his iPod. Some say he’s a bit of a hipster, with the hats and the fact that he rambles on about stuff nobody’s heard of, if he decides to speak. Oh yeah, he doesn’t like social interaction, at least verbally..
You want to know about my life, too? Fine, whatever. I was born in a large city, that much I can remember about it. I was born at midnight, and since my parents were a little more than superstitious, they took every chance to “purify” me, in all sorts of different kinds of ways. Did they care for me? I’d like to say they did, I really don’t remember. They earliest memory I can clearly remember was when I was 15, and I went to some huge high school, because that made it cheaper. Mind you, we weren’t millionaires. There was a substitute, for my final class that day, that damn Jay. He offered to take me home, only it was less of an offer and more of a kidnapping. He kept enforcing that I was adopted, and I was unclean, so my “parents” kept trying to make me pure, when I could never be. Sooner or later, that makes you believe it. The rest is history..
I guess I'm kind of talented. Actually, come to think of it, I'm amazingly talented. Nobody believes it, but when I listen to my music, or read a book, the hallucinations, I almost control what they do to me. At least, they can’t hurt me as much if I don’t want them to..
Oh, you'll definitely think of me when you hear Several Small Species of Furry Animals Gathered Together in a Cave and Grooving with a Pict, by Pink Floyd..
My puppet master is Suburbia.
❞
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| ❝pℓ↺t❞ ❝as of 06/18/11❞
❝See front post.❞
❝sidε-pℓ↺ts❞
❝as of 06/18/11❞
❝Coming soon.❞
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