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Postcontrolla on Sun Jan 22, 2017 6:00 pm

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A N D x S E R V E

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spy — /spī/ xx a person who secretly collects and reports information
on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

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The President of the United States is in a little bundle of trouble. Involving a group somewhat like
the mafia, and a large sum of money. Usually, he would not fear the threats, as they are usually ta
ken care of before he hears anything big about them.  However, this group has followed up over a
nd over saying they would kill his daughter, hold her hostage, etc. And since he is very worrisome
about his daughter, he likes to take the biggest precautions.  Of course, there is the designated su
rvivor. But he cannot use him, for fear of the group finding out where the location is. But there alw
ays is a Plan B (or Plan C, in this case), right? Correct. The FBI has a team of trained teenage agen
ts used for missions specifically like this, called the Teen Operation Agents. There are six of them,
each with their own role in the group.  Their mission? To protect the President's daughter from har
m until further notice.

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elizabette lopez · agent-in-charge · november · controlla
belladonna millard · tech consultant · nightshade · eleven
helena marie engstrom · tracker · iris · ozzieoddle
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Postaurie on Sun Jan 22, 2017 6:39 pm

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TECH CONSULTANT ——— BELLADONNA MILLARD



B E L L A D O N N A x xxx x M I L L A R D
NIGHTSHADE. xxx EIGHTEEN. xxxx FEMALE. xxxx BISEXUAL.




EDUCATION, MANIPULATION,
xx DECIDE OUR FATE BUT NEVER ASK US!



notes: v highly skilled in technology and coding,
can hack into a computer pretty effectively.

donna ain't taking shit from nobody so i wouldn't
get on her bad side if i were you. an extremely s
ardonic && sarcastic lil bitch. sassy && sweet, re
ally. if she likes you. curious af 24/7!!! not to be
underestimated tbh. looks like a cinnamon roll, b
ut will actually kill you. also vv coquettish & flirt
atious as fuck, i'm thinking. short; stands at 5'4".



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Postcontrolla on Sun Jan 22, 2017 7:20 pm


AGENT-IN-CHARGExxxxxxxxxELIZABETTE R. LOPEZ


❝ GET UP, GET UP, GIRL SHE'S A DANCER! ❞

ELIZABETTE RHIA LOPEZ
 ❝NOVEMBER❞ ➙  EIGHTEEN · FEMME · BISEXUAL

notes;

- smooth, sly. focused, determined.
- born in may of 1999.
- the month she was weaned away from her mom and taken into the CIA was november, so the adults just started calling her that.
- strong, and intelligent. very observant.
- very good actress. can be somewhat dramatic.
- is v good with body language and social cues, but unless she's called upon she prefers to stay quiet.
- calm, cool, collected(even if she doesn't have her shit together).
- speaks approx. 10 different languages
clicky here:
spanish, french, mandarin, portuguese, russian, italian, german, arabic, dutch, and english!
- pretty adroit at fist fighting, picking locks, and climbing.
- she's also the acting social engineer of the group, as they are currently on the lookout for one.
- responsible for all of the spies, and the target. pretty stressful.
- nicknames;; liz, eliza, bette && november.
- silent but deadly.


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PostOzzieoddle on Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:29 am

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HEAVILY WORK IN PROGRESS.



TRACKER  —————— HELENA M. ENGSTRÖM 


─── I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO WIN !

H E L E N A ---- M A R I E ---- E N G S T R Ö M
❛ IRIS ❜ ------SEVENTEEN ·  x FEMME ·  x ASEXUAL

notes:basic information...
I cba, sue me.
·Born on September 2, 2000.
·INFP-T



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Postsushi on Mon Jan 23, 2017 7:26 pm

SCOUT ———————— LAUREL M. SAINT



❝ I'VE SUNKEN THE SHIPS, SOMEONE THROW ME A ROPE ! ❞

J U N E A U ---- ---  K E N A I -------- S A I N T
ROGUE'''''  →  '''''FIFTEENx · x FEMME x · x1 AUGx · x BISEXUAL

notes; has an expansive knowledge of every weapon
known- and not known- to man, resident weapons sp
ecialist, her knowledge with tech allows her to be the
one to diffuse bombs/repair weapons & vehicles/buil
d and experiment with new weaponry

as the youngest on the team, born 1 aug 2001, laurel
is a protective and kind child, though only her team
take her seriously. because of her size and child-like
demeanour, most often only those with personal exp
erience of her in the field respect her. she is classed
as the team's scout, ensuring the area is safe for h
er team to move in. she was placed in multiple gym
nastics and theatre classes as a child, and this drast
ically increased her skills in both undercover ops an
d, along with her speed and agility, increased her a
bilities to go unnoticed while scouting out mission s
pots. more often than not she's exploring the vent s
ystems- which she's completely memorised, where
she spends most of her time. whether it's building a
nd repairing weapons, testing defusion techniques,
or simply screwing with her teammates and altering
their weapon's calibration, she always has her hand
s tangled in wires or tools.


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PostWaraeru on Tue Jan 24, 2017 2:54 am

// GUARD //--------------// MAY XIAO LONG //



• • •
// M A Y - X I A O - L O N G //

// C O D E N A M E : L O T U S //
• • •
 
----LOTUS • FEMALE • NINETEEN • AROMANTIC ASEXUAL • GUARD

• • •



May's a classical badass femme-fatale, often quiet, stoic and somewhat cold. She's incredibly straightforward and pragmatic, but often disregards the analysis of a situation and acts upon her own accord and intuition. She struggles in sociable situations, and only really commits to them when on missions. Despite somewhat lacking social skills herself, she's been trained to pick up on social ques and is capable to determine whether or not someone is lying and pick out suspicious characters out of a crowd. Beneath the coldness, she can be more lively and outspoken, enjoying 'sassing' others in a signature May-way. When in battle is when her personality really shines, however. In combat, she explodes, exuding both elegance and fury. Her signature weapons are two chinese butterfly swords of which she forged herself, to represent her culture and carry as a reminder. Despite mainly using her traditional weaponry, she is a skilled marksman, though dislikes handguns and prefers sniper rifles, as in close-quarters combat she'd rather stab then shoot. She's skilled at martial arts, being a black belt in Karate, Kung Fu, Judo, Taekwondo and Jiu-Jitsu, respectively. She practices Tai Chi and enjoys sparring with her colleagues. Being the role she is, she is considered to be the most competent at fighting. Despite this, what she has in combat she lacks in technological expertise. Luckily for her, being a guard doesn't require as advanced knowledge about computers. However, she is able to perform some degree of computer hacking and electronic engineering, able to hack a computer, code and hotwire a vehicle. May is fluent in English, Cantonese, Mandarin, Japanese, Korean and also knows an ample amount of Russian and Hindi, but struggles more on the pronunciation of those languages in particular. She was born on the 10th of September, 1997 and is the oldest of the group.


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Postcontrolla on Wed Feb 01, 2017 9:44 am


AGENT-IN-CHARGExxxxxxxxxELIZABETTE R. LOPEZ


❝ GET UP, GET UP, GIRL SHE'S A DANCER! ❞

ELIZABETTE RHIA LOPEZ
 ❝NOVEMBER❞ ➙  OUTFIT · WITH MS. PAQUETTE · IN THE KITCHEN · EXCITED

Elizabette Lopez stepped off the treadmill, and sauntered into the kitchen. Still sipping on her protein shake, silent because the sun had decided not to rise yet. She blinked in fatigue. Mornings had never been her thing. This day just seemed plain and ordinary. After finishing her morning workout, Elizabette was alone in the dining hall, as her team slept soundlessly.

Ms. Paquette sauntered into the cafeteria, already showered and wearing a new skirt-suit. She was noticeably happy, which was different.

"Good morning, November."

Liz put her protein shake down and turned to face her instructor. Her team had been under the control of Ms. Paquette ever since they had been issued into the program.

She gradually smiled, opening a package of bread, reading Ms. Paquette's expression. "What's got you so happy?"

The click-clack of Ms.Paquette's heels became more distinct. "Well, Elizabette, I recieved a very nice phone call this morning, around two thirty-" "four, yes I know. I heard it."

The British lady peaked a small smile. "Your hearing is simply impeccable, November. Anyways, I was given some very nice news." The elder woman pursed her lips to keep from smiling too much. Liza could tell from the way Ms. Paquette was saying nice, that it was going to be an unusual day after all. Even if her morning routine didn't change.

──────── ✧ ── ────────────────────────────────

After receiving the news, Liza practically flew up the grand staircase to the other spies' rooms.

She screamed in excitement.

It took a minute for her to regain composure. Elizabette then opened May, Belladonna, and Juneau's door.

"We've got a mission, girls."



notes; ok so all of the spies are undercover as students at the school pres. daughter attends. thats all for now Smile


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PostOzzieoddle on Wed Feb 01, 2017 10:55 am

xxx xxx xxx IRIS
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx ( location her room ) ( feeling annoyed )



xx Peacefully, the seventeen year old femme slept, her hair most likely all over her pillow. As she drifted through her dreams, a loud noise jolted her out of her sleep. The week had been tiring, endless training on her end and the one time she actually had proper sleep was the time someone decided to scream like a lunatic in what was most likely the middle of the night.

xx "We've got a mission, girls." Marie groaned as he turned, planting her face on the mattress and covering her head with her pillow before muttering angrily.

xx "Bitch, I swear to god the next time you wake me up in the middle of the night, I will bite one of your fingers off and hide it so well that no one can find it," she retorted back, anger evident in her voice. Raising her head to get a good look at her watch, she nearly screamed out of frustration."You motherfucker it's six am!" The damage was done, however, and so, Marie sat up, glaring daggers at Liza, who seemed to be bouncing in place. Muttering obscenities under her breath, she pulled strands of her hair away from her face and pulled her hair into a high ponytail before rubbing her eyes. It was evident that she was dying to go back to sleep, but nonetheless, she got up.


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PostWaraeru on Wed Feb 01, 2017 11:22 am

// GUARD //--------------// MAY XIAO LONG //



• • •
// M A Y - X I A O - L O N G //

// C O D E N A M E : L O T U S //
• • •

May Xiao Long had heard the loud scream outside of the door, so was fully prepared for when a minute or two later the door flung open and Elizabette burst in, shouting about a mission.
May had slept very little, so instead of laid in her bed sat perched on the windowsill, looking out onto the reaches of the early morning light with her back to both the beds and the door. She had a pot of lemon sherbets and her phone sat beside her, the lemon sherbets of which she would occasionally pick out  and eat.
"A mission..." She repeated, popping a lemon sherbet into her mouth and drumming her fingers on her thigh with apathetic interest. She had not looked around as she spoke, but instead nodded and hummed as she crunched down on the sweet.
"Surely, then, they must be really desperate." The young woman said, placing another sweet in her mouth, spinning around and rising to her feet off of the windowsill. She stretched out and yawned, her back clicking as she did so. She sat back down, but was now facing in the right direction, so she crossed her legs, rested her head in her hands and raised an eyebrow.
"Do tell."



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Postsushi on Wed Feb 01, 2017 5:35 pm

SCOUT ———————— JUNEAU K. SAINT



❝ I'VE SUNKEN THE SHIPS, SOMEONE THROW ME A ROPE ! ❞

J U N E A U ---- ---  K E N A I -------- S A I N T
ROGUE'''''  →  ''''' HER ROOM x · x EXCITED AND ANTICIPATING


Juneau had been up for hours, the youngest member hardly able to turn off her brain
for even a few hours to get a decent night's sleep. Her blue-green curls hang musse
d around her pale cheeks as she fiddles with her handgun, adjusting things here and
there. She had just that morning perfected her finger-print lock, preventing anyone b
ut her to use it. Juneau intended to install it to everyone's firearms while they slept,
but just as she slipped her materials back into hiding under her bed, in came Elizabet
te. "We've got a mission, girls." She exclaimed, practically bouncing in place. May spa
rked up a conversation with her, allowing Juneau to open the vent beside her bed and
slip inside. She crawled through a few twists and turns, pushing open the vent and s
liding out. She slipped her gun into her waistband and stood, now across the hall in M
arie's room. "Morning Marie!" Juneau skipped over jumped on her bed, curls bouncing
as she pulled the sleeves of her unicorn pyjamas over her hands. "How'd you sleep?"
Juneau pondered, staring up at the girl who was much taller, especially as Juneau
sat indian-style on the bed.
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Postaurie on Sun Feb 05, 2017 2:23 pm

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xxx xxx xxx BELLADONNA
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx ( alias nightshade ) ( location her room )

xx ON A RARE OCCASION, Belladonna had surprisingly got the reasonable eight hours of sleep that was recommended. Typically, the engineer and tech specialist of the group would find herself repeatedly tossing and turning to no avail, only to return to simply tinkering with whatever piece of technology she could get her hands on. But that morning, the eighteen-year-old awoke to the door creaking open that morning, a familiar voice reaching her ears and bringing Donna to a conscious state.
xx “We've got a mission, girls,” Elizabette flung the door almost off its hinges as she entered the small bedroom with her announcement. The room was just large enough for a trio of young women in their late teens: May, Juneau and Donna. By the time Donna stirred in her own bed, she spied May perched upon the windowsill, averting her gaze from the view outside over to Elizabette. On the opposite side of the room, Juneau simply sat in her own bed, kindling an electronic device of sorts. She seemed to have gotten little to no sleep at all. Forcibly, Donna heaved herself out from underneath the bedcovers, sitting cross-legged on her bed.
xx “Do elaborate,” Donna uttered simply, although despite her somewhat standoffish statement, there was a noticeable tone of intrigue in her voice.
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Postcontrolla on Tue Feb 07, 2017 10:23 am


AGENT-IN-CHARGExxxxxxxxxELIZABETTE R. LOPEZ


❝ GET UP, GET UP, GIRL SHE'S A DANCER! ❞

ELIZABETTE RHIA LOPEZ
 ❝NOVEMBER❞ ➙  OUTFIT · WITH THE OTHERS · IN MAY, JUNEAU, AND DONNA'S ROOM · EXCITED


xx "Bitch, I swear to god the next time you wake me up in the middle of the night, I will bite one of your fingers off and hide it so well that no one can find it," Marie retorted, anger evident in her tone. "You motherfucker it's six am!"

Liza smiled wryly. "What a great way to greet somebody in the morning! But seriously." Liz clasped her hands together. "Talk to me like that again and I'll make you do all the paperwork for this mission. Endless mounts of forms." Liz turned around, and was bombarded by Juneau.

Seeing the youngest member jump up and down, already packing her things for the mission made Elizabette's eyes widen. "Woah there, Tiger. Calm down. We're not leaving yet. Sit."

"A mission... Surely, then, they must be really desperate." May peeped, popping a hard candy into her mouth.

"Ohoho, once you hear who requested our services, you are going to cream your jeans."

“Do elaborate,” Donna uttered simply.

"Okay, everyone listen up. This is important. So, someone has been in a little bit of trouble. A group called The Anthrax is hunting said person down for a large sum of money. Although it had been taken care of before, the gang's presence has become more prominent. They've followed up saying they would hold their daughter hostage, and kill her. This person is the President of the United States. Our job? To infiltrate the gang, and keep the President's daughter safe."

Ms. Paquette walked up behind Elizabette. "I see you've informed your fellow spies on their mission. I will be acting as the award winning cheer coach. All of you will be students at Nixon Prep School, where Cassiopeia attends. Some of you will fall in love with her, some of you will befriend her, and some of you will become enemies with her. The latter is probably the best tactic. You know what they say: keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."

Elizabette nods. "Alright. Let's get ready. You all know your roles. We'll be on the train to DC in an hour or two. Pack up." The agent-in-charge walks to her room, takes her suitcase out from under her bed, and starts packing her needed things.


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PostOzzieoddle on Tue Feb 07, 2017 12:06 pm

xxx xxx xxx IRIS
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx ( location her room ) ( feeling exasperated )



xx Marie tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes as June skipped over to her bed and jumped on it, earning a sigh from the older female,"Morning Marie!" her tone was quite cheerful, almost too cheerful for Marie to handle at such an hour.

xxLiz smiled wryly, clasping her hands together, "What a great way to greet somebody in the morning! But seriously. Talk to me like that again and I'll make you do all the paperwork for this mission. Endless mounts of forms." this earned an eyeroll from the sleepy brunette. For a moment, the brunette seemed to be sleeping while standing up, only to be jolted awake as she swayed from her still position.Luckily for her, Liz had just started explaining their mission.

xx"Okay, everyone listen up. This is important. So, someone has been in a little bit of trouble. A group called The Anthrax is hunting said person down for a large sum of money. Although it had been taken care of before, the gang's presence has become more prominent. They've followed up saying they would hold their daughter hostage, and kill her. This person is the President of the United States. Our job? To infiltrate the gang, and keep the President's daughter safe," once everything had been explained, Liz had spoken up again,"Alright. Let's get ready. You all know your roles. We'll be on the train to DC in an hour or two. Pack up."

xxMarie tilted her head to the side, looking at Liz like she had grown two heads,It's the goddamn middle of the night. What train?
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Postsushi on Tue Feb 07, 2017 8:02 pm

SCOUT ———————— JUNEAU K. SAINT



❝ I'VE SUNKEN THE SHIPS, SOMEONE THROW ME A ROPE ! ❞

J U N E A U ---- ---  K E N A I -------- S A I N T
ROGUE'''''  →  ''''' HER ROOM x · x EXHAUSTED & EXHILARATED

Juneau had been thoroughly entranced by a fly on the wall above Marie's bed,
only tuning into the conversation near the end. "Alright. Let's get ready. You a
ll know your roles. We'll be on the train to DC in an hour or two. Pack up."
Slig
htly confused and a tad bit annoyed, Juneau rushed past Elizabette and into h
er own room, light steps quick across the hardwoods. Trading her onesie for o
ne of her favourite outfits, she pulled a suitcase from under her bed and smile
d brightly at the pastel designs. Juneau set to work gathering clothes and equi
pment alike, shoving various items in various places inside the cases. Despite
her hecticness, Juneau finished quickly and set her bags outside the door. She
stood beside them, cheeks flushed as she felt the effects of her sleeplessness.
"Ready!" She called, followed by a small yawn. She muffled one that followed w
ith her sleeve, rubbing her eye. "W-When are we leaving?" Juneau managed, co
vering her mouth to muffle another yawn. I'll hopefully sleep on the train...

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PostWaraeru on Wed Feb 08, 2017 1:11 pm

// GUARD //--------------// MAY XIAO LONG //



• • •
// M A Y - X I A O - L O N G //

// C O D E N A M E : L O T U S //
• • •

"Ohoho, once you hear who's requested our services, you are going to cream you jeans." Liza exulted, practically bobbing in place as a result of excitement. May raised an eyebrow, cynical but intrigued, a smirk twitching and dancing at the corner of her lips.
"Anything that's able to make me do that must be incredibly exciting indeed."She opined, chuckling softly as she stepped over to her bunk and sat on it, the freshly made sheets that had been untouched since the night before crumpling with an oddly satisfying "Whoosh!". May slid her hand under her plumped pillows and pulled a black handgun from beneath them as she dragged her hand back. She began to unload and reload it repeatedly with her legs crossed, her dark eyes occasionally flickering up to Liza, either at random or when something of particular interest was spoken. These certain times of peak interest to her were when Anthrax were mentioned, as was someone's daughter. May almost missed it when Liza said who the daughter's father was.
"This person is the President of the United States." She had said, with a certain air of drama.
May froze the toying around of her pistol, her eyebrows knitting together in both confusion and interest. "Hm."
And then came the next part, and May began unloading the gun again from where she had previously stopped halfway through. Ms. Paquette had also joined the conversation at some stage, with May snorting as she said; "Some of you will fall in love with her."
"You all know your roles." Liza had said, taking back over from Ms. Paquette.
"BBB. Basic Badass Bitch." May subconsciously muttered to herself, slamming the bullet cartridge back into the gun, sensing the speech was coming to a close.
"We'll be on the train to DC in an hour or two. Pack up."
At this, May swung her legs off of her bed, the gun twirling in her hands as she made a straight dash for her pot of lemon sherbets.



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Postaurie on Fri Feb 10, 2017 3:01 pm

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xxx xxx xxx BELLADONNA
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx ( alias nightshade ) ( location her room )

xx “Alright. Let's get ready. You all know your roles. We'll be on the train to DC in an hour or two. Pack up,” Elizabette finished with her instructions—similarly, Ms. Paquette had as well. Their mission set for them, extremely early that morning, was to protect the president's daughter from hostage and, inevitably, her murder. It was an awfully vital mission, one that they could not afford to fail at any cost. And it started officially in an hour; it started the moment Donna and her fellow spies boarded that train.
xx “Hm, right,” mused Donna, sliding off of her bed and coming to a standing as she stretched out her aching limbs with a long yawn. Edging across to her own small chest of drawers that contained her clothing and other personal belongings, Donna delved into the second top drawer, rummaging through the clothes until she withdrew a relatively modest outfit that consisted of an oversized grey jumper, a white long-sleeved top underneath and a pair of black leggings. Donna didn't hesitate in getting herself sorted as soon as possible—she didn't want to waste any time and, besides, it wasn't as if she was dishevelled to such a large extent that she couldn't force herself out of bed. Marie, on the other hand, appeared downright pissed that Elizabette gave her an unexpected rude awakening.
xx “BBB. Basic Badass Bitch.” The mutter of May's voice reached Donna's ears only slightly, as she glanced over to the darker-haired individual who was close by and, therefore, within earshot. Sitting back underneath her bunk, Donna set her mind onto changing out of her sleepwear, only stopping to give the room brief glances. Juneau was, within what felt like a few minutes, ready for the most part. Meanwhile, Donna caught May's eye just as she popped a boiled yellow sweet into her mouth, which the fair-haired female could only guess was a sherbet lemon. However, Marie still seemed to be staying put, with her noticeably tired head cocked to one side.
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Postcontrolla on Tue Feb 14, 2017 8:59 am


AGENT-IN-CHARGExxxxxxxxxELIZABETTE R. LOPEZ


❝ GET UP, GET UP, GIRL SHE'S A DANCER! ❞

ELIZABETTE RHIA LOPEZ
 ❝NOVEMBER❞ ➙  OUTFIT · WITH THE OTHERS · IN THE TRAIN//NIXON PREP · ON EDGE
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Elizabette clawed into the airplane's cushions, gripping until her fingers were white. Sure, she's jumped out of about a million planes during training, but landing in one was a totally new experience. Born and raised in New York city by Ms. Paquette, she never had to leave once she was issued into the program. Whenever she landed somewhere she was either a) blindfolded, b) knocked out or c) in a fight sequence. This whole "enjoy the ride" thing was something else entirely. A moment to actually…think.
Beside her was Belladonna, who was casually flipping through a magazine, briefly looking at each picture. She was so much more at ease, she thought, as the tech wiz looked out the window.

They were all different, yet somehow they worked together with almost no hitches.

She felt the train jerk, and she grabbed onto Donna's collar, who chuckled at her hastiness.

"What happened? Are we going to die? I swear to God that if I die right now, for this stupid mission I will-"

"Chill, Lopez, it's the wheels touching the ground." Donna unhinged herself from Liza who couldn't bare to open her eyes. "We'll be getting off soon."

That was Ms. Paquette's cue.
"Alright, ladies! I need your attention. Nightshade and I have drew up schedules for all of you. I'll be posing as a substitute cheerleading coach, and we're going to be living a few blocks away from the White House. Now, you guys will join different clubs. You all need to join at least one club. If you don't, I will force you to join one. Simple."

Donna coughed lightly, and raised an eyebrow.
"Elizabette, you're joining me on the squad."
A small grunt came from Elizabette, who then nudged Donna... onto the floor.

"Cassie is on the squad, junior captain to be exact. And only dates girls."

Unclipping Cassie's picture from the clipboard, Ms. Sylvester handed them out. "This is Cassiopeia "Cassie" Kennedy. She's your target. Your job is to keep her safe, without her knowing. Befriend her, ASAP. Or become her enemy, which ever is more effective. I don't care. The side note is this, and listen up, because I'm only going to say this once."
The team turned, from looking at the picture of the pretty brunette, to their teacher, who had a serious expression on her figure.
"Cassie is under a severe threat, according to the President. I asked if it had anything to do with a boy, trying to make a joke, but he could only sputter. I still can't believe he was even nominated for presidency. Anyways, the Anthrax. They're a drug cartel, the President says. Rumor has it, they've have recently been running out of money, so they held people hostage for large amounts of cash. We believe that he was been the reason for most important-persons-disappearances. They're after Cassie. The problem is, we've never even caught a glimpse of the gang leader, never mind filed a report on them. Protect her, and you can quite possibly be promoted."

From what Liza heard though; was protect her, capture them and be promoted entirely.

Easy stuff.

Liz brushed past all of them, and put her ear to the door. Nine seconds later, she opened it and barged in with the rest of the group.
A small women, with large eyes, and was only a few inches taller than Juneau, looked up from a desk where she frantically was shuffling papers.
"Oh my!"
Principal Willson said softly, with a surprised expression.
Liza's deadly expression quickly changed into a kind smile, which twitched at the woman's lack of speech.
"I'm Elizabette Lopez."
Their new principal didn't say anything, except for breathing the words "oh my" over and over again.

"Our parents were all transferred here…? They collectively agreed that us all moving here at the same time would be healthier for us as a group…?" The agent-in-charge searched the shocked woman for emotion. "You must have received our memo."
Words finally came out.

"Welcome to Nixon Prep."

The last 'p' of Prep was popped in a jumble of nerves.
Eliza shifted her head to the left, and let her kind smile grow.
"Thank you! As I said, I'm Elizabette Lopez. These are my father's co-workers' daughters. Belladonna Millard, Helena Engström, Juneau Saint and May Long."

Principal Willson began to nodded, moving her neck up and down fast.

"Sorry we're a bit later than we thought we'd be, but the airplane lost some of our luggage." Liza calmed their principal, talking as if she were a child. "Dreadful really, and we were just wondering if you could start our new school days off right?"
A snigger escaped from the girls as Elizabette reached past their principal, over to where she kept records of new students.
"I'll just take our schedules, and we'll be gone. I believe its lunch now, correct?"
This time a small nod came from the teacher, and she clicked her pen.
"Nice meeting you, Principal Willson." With that, Eliza turned on her Mary Jane's heel and left the office, handing out their schedule's as they went.
Mike quickly sent out maps of the school, and Cassie's time table.

"I've got all classes with her except for three. Plus cheer, and I'll see what I can do about her friends." Elizabette started off, leaving the girls in her dust. "Find me if you need me." She clicked her GPS navigator in her cross necklace. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to take this as serious as possible. I'll be seventeen in almost six months, and I still haven't been offered a full-agent position!"


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PostOzzieoddle on Fri Feb 17, 2017 10:20 am

xxx xxx xxx IRIS
xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx ( location the train / nixon prep. ) ( feeling tired )



xx Marie rested her head against the seat, eyes closed peacefully while her ears were covered by headphones, soft music pouring through them. Usually, Marie would be staring out the window, deeply lost in her own thoughts, though at an hour where she wasn't exactly awake yet, sleep came easily and intoxicated the tired female. Just as sleep had finally managed to grasp onto her, the train jerked, causing a yelp to escape from Liz, and thus waking Marie up. Muttering about how sleep was hard to get enough of, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and returned to her original position, arms embracing a pillow. Ms. Paquette spoke up, causing Marie to sigh heavily and take off her headphones. So much for sleep.
xx "Alright, ladies! I need your attention. Nightshade and I have drew up schedules for all of you. I'll be posing as a substitute cheerleading coach, and we're going to be living a few blocks away from the White House. Now, you guys will join different clubs. You all need to join at least one club. If you don't, I will force you to join one. Simple," okay, fun. They were starting the mission from now,"Elizabette, you're joining me on the squad.Cassie is on the squad, junior captain to be exact. And only dates girls." Marie snickered. They chose the perfect person to put on the squad.
xx Pictures of Cassie were handed out and Marie studied the picture. Brunette with brown eyes, nothing new, unless you considered being the president's daughter."This is Cassiopeia "Cassie" Kennedy. She's your target. Your job is to keep her safe, without her knowing. Befriend her, ASAP. Or become her enemy, which ever is more effective. I don't care. The side note is this, and listen up, because I'm only going to say this once. Cassie is under a severe threat, according to the President. I asked if it had anything to do with a boy, trying to make a joke, but he could only sputter. I still can't believe I was even nominated for presidency. Anyways, the Anthrax. They're a drug cartel, the President says. Rumor has it, they've have recently been running out of money, so they held people hostage for large amounts of cash. We believe that he was been the reason for most important-persons-disappearances. They're after Cassie. The problem is, we've never even caught a glimpse of the gang leader, never mind filed a report on them. Protect her, and you can quite possibly be promoted."
xx "The Anthrax is no surprise there, drugs mean messy business. It's El Chapo all over again. No doubt it's someone rich pulling those reins, because hiding all that mess takes big sums. This bastard's going to be hard to catch. Slimy eel." Liz brushed past her and into the administration building, almost bumping into a lady slightly taller than Juneau.
xx "Oh my!" the lady exclaimed, causing Liz' expression to change into a smile. After some explanation, the woman finally regained her control over her speech,"Welcome to Nixon Prep."Eliza shifted her head to the left, and let her kind smile grow.
xx "Thank you! As I said, I'm Elizabette Lopez. These are my father's co-workers' daughters. Belladonna Millard, Helena Engström, Juneau Saint and May Long." this earned a noise of discomfort from Marie. Being called Helena didn't settle well with the sixteen year old, despite it being years since she was last referred to as such. It was always Marie or Iris and she liked it that way."Dreadful really, and we were just wondering if you could start our new school days off right?" A snicker escaped from Marie as Elizabette reached past their principal, over to where she kept records of new students,"I'll just take our schedules, and we'll be gone. I believe its lunch now, correct?"This time a small nod came from the teacher, and she clicked her pen,
xx "Nice meeting you, Principal Willson." With that, Eliza turned on her Mary Jane's heel and left the office, handing out their schedule's as they went.
xx Eliza quickly sent out maps of the school, and Cassie's time table.
"I've got all classes with her except for three. Plus cheer, and I'll see what I can do about her friends."
xx "I only have her in two, and don't expect me to do cheer."Elizabette started off, leaving the girls in her dust. "Find me if you need me." She clicked her GPS navigator in her cross necklace. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to take this as serious as possible. I'll be seventeen in almost six months, and I still haven't been offered a full-agent position!" Marie just rolled her eyes at the retreating figure, hands firmly grasping a can of Monster.
xx "I really want to know who is the hot shot behind the Anthrax. If he's rich, then he's bound to have his name and picture somewhere. I want case files, but there are none," she complained, her features scrunching as she tightened her hold on her can, "This is annoying."

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PostWaraeru on Fri Feb 17, 2017 12:44 pm

// GUARD //--------------// MAY XIAO LONG //



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// M A Y - X I A O - L O N G //

// C O D E N A M E : L O T U S //
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May peacefully sat crosslegged on the train's chair, her eyes closed as she absent-mindedly swayed her head in tune to the music pulsing through her earphones. Though at ease, with her breathing calm, she sat upright and rigid to the extent that she did not rest her back against the curved cushioning. She held on to the left arm of the chair for balance as the train jittered and swayed, her right hand instead drumming on her thigh. She had subconsciously also began to hum the tune of her songs, and upon hearing herself opened her eyes, sheepishly looked around to make sure no one had heard and promptly coughed, taking one earphone out and switching her electronica to more pleasant meditation music. Her eyes remained open from now on, mainly staring at the patterns on the seat before her, but on occasion flickering over to what was behind the window.
"I wonder where exactly in DC we'll be going..." May thought to herself, her fingers beginning to drum on one of her crossed thighs again. As if answering a prayer, Ms. Paquette entered the carriage at the precise moment, accompanied by a rather large jolt of the train.
"Alright, ladies! I need you attention." At this, May removed her one earphone and switched it for the right one instead, so Ms. Paquette was then on her hearing side. She turned her head towards her, still fiddling with the earphone, trying fix it into a more comfortable position.
"I'll be posing as a substitute cheerleading coach, and we're going to be living a few blocks away from the White House."
"Aah..." May said quietly to herself. "That answers that question then, I suppose."
"Now, you guys will have to join different clubs. If you don't, I'll force you to join one. Simple."
As Ms. Paquette addressed Liza, May relished in the thought of joining a club oriented around fighting or just general martial arts. And then beating unsuspecting people. But Ms. Paquette regained May's full attention once moving on to the subject of the girl herself. May even took her headphone out.
The gist was to be involved in this girl's life somehow. Friend, foe, fuck-buddy. Any and all. Anthrax was woven into the conversation; how they were the ones after the rather pitiful President's daughter. May nodded along at some points of this conversation, the corners of her lips subtly twitching into a smile when the finale came.
"Protect her. And you could possibly be promoted."

May followed Liza straight in, standing directly behind her once they had entered the room. She donned a look of anxiety and slouched, making herself seem shorter and weaker then she actually was. Part of her ploy was to be nice to Cassie, but not be a "popular". She wore thick black glasses with fake lenses, but refused to tie her hair up and instead wore it down.
The woman before them breathlessly uttered the words "Oh my!" over and over again. The irritating blunder caused May's expression to falter for a second, revealing a steeled look of determination and intimidation. Once Liza began to speak again, May's expression snapped back to one of innocence and nervousness. She even did a small bow upon being introduced, even if it killed her inside slightly. Upon being handed her schedule, May turned to leave the room, but almost walked straight into Juneau. She awkwardly shuffled backwards, resulting her to be the last to leave the office. She turned to the Principal and smiled sweetly and awkwardly, gave her a nod and adjusted her glasses before moving out of the room and closing the door behind her softly. She took her glasses off and sighed, stuffing them in her pocket.
"Even that was excruciating. I hope we can finish this quickly." May growled, flicking a strand of hair out of her eye.
"I've got all classes with her except for three. Plus cheer, and I'll see what I can do about her friends."
"I have her in the three you don't have, and then one with the both of you. This'll be a cinch." May said, her eyes slipping over Liz's timetable, then Iris'. "Not sure about cheer though. You'd have to make it worth my while. Payment. I'm running low on lemon sherbets, if you must know."
And with that, she span on her heel and strode down the corridor.
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Postsushi on Fri Feb 17, 2017 5:39 pm

SCOUT ———————— JUNEAU K. SAINT



❝ I'VE SUNKEN THE SHIPS, SOMEONE THROW ME A ROPE ! ❞

J U N E A U ---- ---  K E N A I -------- S A I N T
ROGUE'''''  →  ''''' THE TRAIN x · xFRUSTRATED AND UPSET

Much to her dismay, Juneau barely closed her eyes before the train gave a l
urch, throwing her against the seat ahead. "Holy hot pockets.." She mumble
d, rubbing a growing bump beneath her colourful curls. "Are we there yet?"
Juneau pulled herself back up in her chair, her question earning a few grum
bles and an irritated remark from Ms. Paquette. In response, Juneau simply
curled up in her seat and tapped out morse code on her knee, giggling occa
sionally until they arrived.

As usual, Juneau could barely stay concentrated on their instructor as she r
ambled on about the mission, itching to move- a trait hardwired from her ye
ars of acrobatics and gymnastics training. The idea of a promotion bored h
er and the tedious details made her snore. Anthrax, however, made her tilt h
er head ever-so-slightly to listen in better to the conversation. Juneau could
n't help but smile at the idea of such a challenge.

As she followed her teammates inside the building, she could barely see ove
r the front desk and grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. The consta
nt mumbling of, "Oh my!", came from an older woman she could only guess t
o be the Principal. Naturally, Juneau was considered childish and was often u
nderestimated, allowing her to blend in more easily compared to her stoic an
d mature counterparts. She gave a giggle as she watched May slouch and act
like a shy, weak girl and debated taking a picture to use as blackmail after th
is mission was complete. She decided against it, however, taking a sign from
the near-collision as she and May tried to leave.

When they crowded outside to discuss their timetables, Juneau gazed down at
her own with a slight crease in her brow, her lips turned down in a rare frown. "I'
m a Sophomore."
She spoke, sentence clipped as she bit her lip. "I can't have cl
asses with Cassie, or any of you for that matter."
It became increasingly obviou
s that Juneau might be of little assistance to this mission. Out of habit, she thu
mbed the small, coal-black crown ring left to her by her mother, something sh
e's worn since she started at the academy. Her GPS tracker had been impleme
nted as she got older, the pulsating gem in the center remindng her of it.
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