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Adriana Rayne

"I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep on doing so until the end."

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a character in “Something in the Water”, as played by Radical_Dreamer909

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{"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all". }




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|Name|
Adriana Gray Rayne

|Nickname|
Anna

|Birthday|
April 5, 1983

|Age|
Thirty

|Nationality|
Italian Caucasian

|Sexuality|
Heterosexual

|Occupation|
Supervisory Special Agent

|Hometown|
Bates City, Missouri





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{"It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not." }





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|Likes|
Running -- being active in general
Reading
Drinking "Whiskey, of course."
Cooking new things "And eating..."
Candy
Video Games
Reading history/looking through local archives
Animals




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|Dislikes|
The Cold
Laziness
Self Loathing
People who talk too much
Spiders
Shopping
Disco music
Party hats




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{"I'll tell you a little more, but it will cost you". }




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|Quirks & Habits|
Questions just about everything ✤ Bites her bottom lip when nervous ✤ tends to be quiet "More of a listener" ✤ Judges people before she gets to know them ✤ Unlike others, she really enjoys her job.
|Talents | Strengths | Skills |
Excellent marksman ✤ studied Mixed Martial arts (for only a month) ✤ She can tell when others are being dishonest ✤ Learns quickly ✤ Dedicated and Loyal.

|Flaws/Weakness|
She lets her emotions get in the way ✤ Self critical ✤ Tends to obsess over things she doesn't understand ✤ Feels like she has to prove herself

|Hobbies|
Reading, Running, Playing Video games "When I find the time for it", Trap shooting
|Fears|
øGetting old ... losing sight of her goals... Not being able to work... Slight case of Arachnophobia ø

|Secrets|
She constantly seeks acceptance from her peersDoesn't know how to dance Had a child in high school she gave up for adoption
Watches cartoons




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{"Loose lips sink ships".}






|Personality|

{|Confident|Bold|Loyal|Headstrong|Incisive}

Adriana is very kept to herself, and only speaks when she feels it is necessary. This can sometimes translate as her being a b*tch. She feels like there cannot be any room for mistakes, and redemption is something that is not easily attainable. "Don't give them a reason to whine." Adriana follows the rules and leaves little room to stray from procedures.
She appears to be uptight, but only while on the job. In a comfortable scenario, Adriana does things she enjoys. She has one cat who is the only living thing she confides in.


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{"Tough times never last, but tough people do.". }




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|History|
In high school, partying and drugs was the path that Adriana chose. Her mother had left when she was 10 and her dad was a good-for-nothing who beat her every time he noticed her. "Heh, home..." Adriana ran into a lot of trouble her sophomore year and fell for the college drop out. The love of her life. Her provider and her rock- they would run away.
After finding out she was pregnant, her lover left. She was forced to go back to Bates City- her own personal Hell hole. Adriana gave the baby up for adoption and decided to finish school. Since, she has stayed out of trouble and worked her way to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. There, she has stayed on the straight and narrow. Occasionally, she thinks about her son and how life would have been if they were together today.
Here recently, she has been fighting the obsession to locate her son. Once the Urbem Project crossed the office threshold, Adriana didn't hesitate and jumped in. Perhaps a new life and a change of scene (more importantly staying busy) will keep her from doing anything stupid.

|Happiest Memory|
When she was 7, Adriana's parents took her to an outdoor skating rink. As they skate around the rink, she remembers the warmth of her parents love. The true joy and carelessness of a child.
|Saddest Memory|

Watching her mom pack up her things before leaving. Her mother wouldn't look her in the eye. She merely pat her on the head and disappeared.



|Theme Song|

Second Chance

My eyes are open wide
And by the way, I made it
Through the day
I watched the world outside
By the way, I'm leaving out
Today

I just saw Hayley's comet
She waved
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere

[Chorus]
Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Please don't cry
One tear for me
I'm not afraid of
What I have to say
This is my one and
Only voice
So listen close, it's
Only for today

I just saw Hayley's comet
She waved
Said, "Why you always running in place?"
Even the man in the
Moon disappeared
Somewhere in the
Stratosphere

[Chorus]
Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

Here's my chance
This is my chance

Tell my mother,
Tell my father
I've done the best I can
To make them realize
This is my life
I hope they understand
I'm not angry, I'm just saying...
Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance

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Sometimes goodbye
Is a second chance





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{" Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning". }




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❣Font color is #417C64

❣More to be revealed IC❣

So begins...

Adriana Rayne's Story

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Her footsteps striking the pavement were the only sounds that echoed through the small suburban neighborhood. It was entirely too early for anyone to be out, say for the local reporter. It was just Adriana and her thoughts. As she continued to run down the road, she passed the Robinson residence. Her running ceased as she began to stretch and start her cool down. She knew Catherine and Louis were probably having another morning fight. "What a shame," she mumbled. Since moving to the neighborhood, she has gotten to know and understand Catherine and her quirky attitude. "I guess I'll be hearing about this later." It was part of her assignment- to get close and observe the Robinson family for Project Urbem.

Adriana moved slowly to her property, which was adjacent to the Robinson's, keeping her eyes on the home. One by one, the lights illuminated each window ushering in the normal weekday activities. Before she reached her front door, she caught a glimpse of Astrid, the oldest daughter, looking out towards her. Acting as natural as possible, Adriana gave a warm smile and a nod before walking inside. With a sigh of relief, she shut the door tightly behind her and moved to her bedroom upstairs.

Her gray tabby, Sage, was waiting for her on the bed. Her yellowed eyes were narrowed and she meowed expectantly. "Good morning, Sage. Let me grab a shower, then I'll get breakfast." Her cat was the only thing, other than clothes, that she was allowed to bring when picking up this case. Although she has worked with the other agents at least once, she still couldn't confide or feel comfortable as she does with her cat.

After getting ready and setting out her cat's food, Adriana crawled back into bed and sighed throwing her arm over her eyes. "Someday, I'll get a decent amount of sleep." She was suddenly startled by her phone buzzing on the side table. "Good morning to you, too, Stiles." She didn't even have to look at the message to know her Superior sent the text message. He seemed to be the only one who ever messaged her. As she scanned the message, she let out a defeated groan. "I guess I better start the coffee." She rolled out of bed and went down stairs to prepare for company.

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One of the biggest benefits of having a professional pastry chef and baker for a mother is the food. Astrid is acutely aware of this when she comes down stairs, following the scent of something freshly baked, and finds a loaf of banana bread on the table, with a little note leaning against it, words written in her mother's beautiful, flowing script.

Astrid,
Please come help in the shop after work. David has called in sick.


The young woman to whom the letter is addressed has sliced, and begun to eat, a piece of the banana bread, and is chewing on it while she reads the note. Her father is likely still asleep- he's been ill for the past day or two. Something must be going around, Astrid thinks idly. She has no classes today, but does have work- which she ought to be getting to rather soon. It's around 7am at the moment, and she has work in twenty minutes or so. This in mind, the girl begins heading back up to her room in order to change and brush her teeth. On the way there, the girl catches sight of one of the new neighbors, the young woman who moved in across the street. It is curious that she would opt to live in suburbia, especially to Astrid, who is itching to get out, but the girl doesn't think too much of it. Her curiosity has never applied nearly as much to people as it does to everything else.

Just then, Adriana seems to notice Astrid looking back at her, and smiles. Astrid turns bright red, misinterpreting this for her having been caught watching Adriana -though at this point Astrid had lapsed into daydreaming- and quickly closes the curtain. She'll think I'm creepy, now, Astrid thinks miserably. It doesn't help that she then hears shouting coming from the living room. Apparently, Catherine hadn't actually left the house quite yet- the note had likely been preemptive, as she didn't realize that her daughter was taking the early shift today. The sound of harsh voices makes Astrid wince, though the arguments have become less severe since childhood. Perhaps because, back then, they tried to repress it, and thus everything festered and grew. Now, her parents just let it all out. Both methods have their flaws.

Moving quietly, because she doesn't want them to know she's heard them fighting, Astrid hurries upstairs, where she moves a few stacks of books out of the closet to make a cleaner line of sight. It's a bit chilly out, which is to be expected of course, so Astrid ultimately opts for a sweater rather than just a blouse.

The fighting dies down beneath her, telling Astrid that either her mother has left or her father has gone back to sleep or both. Either way, it's a good opportunity for the girl, now ready, to leave. She leaves the house, grabbing her bicycle on the way. Gloves and a scarf may seem slightly dramatic, but the bit of wind won't be pleasant against her face, thus her decision.

Astrid looks at darkened windows in houses, as well as lit ones, imagining stories even for the houses she knows. Big Band music plays into her ears, giving Astrid the impression of a forties movie. Her mind is highly distracted, and as she nears the coffee shop where she works, Astrid nearly rides directly into a bush, busy staring at a flyer posted on an electric pole. The swerving near-miss frightens away several pigeons, who were being fed by an elderly couple on the bench, who look at her with a mix of amusement and concern. "Sorry. I, erm, yeah, sorry,"
she manages to get out, before giving up and hurrying away, by this point walking with her bike beside her.

"Very smooth," one of her coworker comments with a quirked eyebrow and a half-smile as Astrid slides behind her at the counter, having locked up her bike and put her messenger bag [with money, a phone, an ipod, and several paperbacks inside] into her locket. Astrid merely grimaces in response, tying the back of her apron around her. The coworker, a sweet person in fact, shrugs before going over and, checking the time, flipping over the sign to read Open.

With this, her day begins. Of course, Astrid already has out a book, which she reads under the counter while making a fresh cup of coffee, so that the customers will not see it whenever they enter.




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After her slammed the door behind him, Stiles immediately trudged towards Clarke's house. He was in a relatively good mood. He hadn't died and he got to punch Colin before lunch. All in all a pretty good day so far. It almost brought a smile to his usually perpetually face.

Without taking time to knock, Stiles barged right in with a sense of authority. He had none here, he knew this, but it was in the way he held himself; how he walked. When he couldn't find his boss in the living room, he searched on, walking in on a rather amusing scene. Deputy Director Isaac Clarke—one of the most feared men in the FBI—was wearing old man reading glass, a fluffy bathrobe, plaid boxers, a grey tee, and bunny slippers. Had he not so much respect for this man, Stiles would've laughed. Instead he walked right up to the table where he was sipping at his coffee and eating Eggs Benedict to drop the stack of papers on the mahogany surface. Clarke turned the paper down, his eyes downcast on the stack before Stiles placed the hard drive on top of it. With its decent, Clarke's brow went pert, pursing his lips and nodding his head in a fashion that showed just how impressed he was with his agent's performance. "Wow-..." The man gruffly evoked. His brows furrowing at the leaves of paper and he pointed to them asking, "What're those?"

"His homework-..." said Stiles. "The little rat bastard already deciphered half the code when I came in to get the drive."

Clarke's eyes slightly, his face a visual epitome of the phrase 'dodged that bullet' before he himself muttered, "Good thing you took those as well." Taking off his reading glasses, he squinted his eyes and looked up at his coworker, "Now how exactly did you retrieve it?"

Stiles shrugged, "I went into his room and took it. He was asleep when I broke in."

Clarke groaned, leaning over the table with his left hand pinching the bridge of his nose, "Stiles you can't just break into the boy's home without a warrant. That's illegal."

"So is obstruction of government property-..." Stiles retorted, "I'm sorry Clarke, but if this kid wants to play dirty then it's fight fire with fire. The little shit's lucky I didn't break his nose." With a cross look from his boss, Stiles was forced to elaborate, rolling his eyes as he did so. "He woke up and mouthed off at me so I punched him in the face."

It was the nonchalance in his coworker's voice that cause Clarke's flare in anger, more so than what Stiles had said. "You hit him!?" He slammed his paper down in a grievance, Stiles you can't just-..."

"Cool it Clarke-..." Stiles interjected, "You don't have to worry about him pressing charges. He's smart. He'll know that I'll rat on him for stealing private government information. Colin will be too afraid of never getting a chance to know what's going on and risk getting locked up to say something about it."

"You'd better be right about that because if you're not that's both our asses." Clarke said with a scowl. He got up from the table and walked away, pointing to his breakfast, "You finish that, I'll get dressed. I'll have to brief Lily on my own time seeing as she's working today."

Stiles quickly finished Clarke's untouched breakfast before the older man came out of his bedroom in a tailored suit. With a roll of his eyes, they left the deputy director's house. Sure enough, right on schedule, Colin was outside of his house. No doubt on his way to the local coffee shop. Stiles cast a wink his way before turning his attention to Adriana's front door. If he didn't knock for his superior officer, he sure wasn't going to for Adriana. Clarke did, however, pausing at the threshold to rasp on the opened door before walking in and closing it behind him. Stiles sniffed the air, catching a hint of coffee before barking out, "Black! Two sugars!" to his coworker who was most likely in the kitchen.

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Adriana tugged the bottom of her purple shirt anxiously as she walked down the stairs heading to the kitchen. "I feel like he does this on purpose! Clarke is just out to make me feel uncomfortable." Social anxiety? I guess you can say she had that. She passed her still eating cat on the way to the kitchen counter. She scanned the cabinets for the coffee filters with one hand, her left hand idly opening the fridge and grabbing the bag of Dunkin' Donuts Dark Roast. "Heaven knows I will need this."

She allowed her mind to wander a bit as she pulled a filter out of its packaging and placed it into the coffee maker. She knew it wasn't Clarke's intention. He was always out for her best interest. He became almost like a father to her. At least, more of a father than she ever had. Their relationship was purely professional, but she could tell, from time to time, he was looking out for her. She poured the remaining coffee grinds into the filter and snapped the lid shut.

A sour thought crossed her mind causing her to groan. "Wednesday." She needed to check on Astrid today. Adriana knew it was her day to work the coffee shop and she must make her afternoon routine. Just her and a small vanilla latte - still working on the book, she would say peaking over her laptop at anyone who was nosy enough to ask. A novelist! Could they have picked a better career choice? Did she really look that sad and lonely? She looked to her cat, Sage, for reassurance. The gray tabby paused from her food bowl only long enough to yawn and begin eating again. Of course, she didn't have any to offer. "Thanks, fatty," she grumbled hitting the "Start" button on the coffee maker. The dark, aroma filled liquid dripped into the empty pot with a hiss.

Suddenly, her front door slammed open as a narcissistic Stiles walked in. It didn't surprise her- Xavier barging in and the way he demanded his coffee. "Right away, master," Adriana retorted keeping her voice even and disinterested. She noted her other superior, Clarke, was polite enough to somewhat make his presence known before stepping in. "Good morning, Sir." She directed her attention to Clarke. "Would you like some coffee?" Whatever his answer would be, she nodded and turned back to the cabinets to fish out her new coffee mugs. She poured the coffee and set out the sugar and cream. "Where's Lily?" Adriana asked while she added two sugars to one mug.

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Beth smiled as both her children ran downstairs, racing as usual. It brought back the old memories of when they barely reached her waste. Of course always won, being that he had a little competitive streak especially against his sister. It was times like this that Beth was truly thankful for having her children around. Though she didn't much like it when they both left the house as it could become rather lonely.


It didn't take long for the two to wolf down the cereal, in fact Beth was only half way through the dishes before they had finished.

Once both kids were ready and gone Beth began getting ready herself. It was grocery day, though she liked to do a little shopping for herself whilst she was out.
She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth, then threw on some jeans and a baggy t-shirt. No use dressing up when it was likely anybody was going to see you.

Grabbing her keys she locked the door and headed out into the small suburban town. She decided to walk down to the small local store, the fresh air would do her good.
She passed her neighbours houses one by one. It was an unusual collection of people and most were just the typical 'American' Family but there was still something that didn't sit right with Beth.

She passed the small town shops and decided to stop for Coffee before braving her shopping list. Beth entered and took a seat,wondering whether to have Coffee or tea.

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"Right away, master," came Adriana's voice from the kitchen. Stiles rolled his eyes at her blatant sarcasm, receiving a shove on the shoulder from his superior. He shot a glare in the agent's direction before his eyes fell to her cat, turning his gaze in disinterest. Clarke watched as Stiles sauntered into the living room with his almost cowboy-like swagger, choosing to join Adriana in the kitchen instead. "Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes I would, Adriana." Clarke stated with a smile, "Thank you."

He smiled pleasantly as she gave him a curt nod, leading against the counter to occupy her. "Where's Lily?"

"Working, I'll have to brief her once she returns home from the local school." He responded. They proceeded with idle chatter until the coffee was ready, Clarke taking his the same way Stiles at brazenly requested it. He took both his own cup and that of his inferior, nodding his head towards the direction of the living room. "The officials have been very pleased with your reports so far. The serum, according to the evidence you three have managed to scramble up, seems to be giving the desired effect."

"Which is?" said Stiles, sipping at his mug.

Clarke shot him a look, "Well you might as well know-..." He cast a glance between his two inferior officers whilst taking a slow gulp of coffee, "It's been healing them, revitalizing their organs and giving them a longer lifespan; increasing their healing capacity. You aren't supposed to know this because you might be tempted to take some of the serum for yourselves but it doesn't much matter-..."

"Why not?"

"...-because they're changing it." Clarke replied, "Starting Friday they'll be filtering out the serum they've got in there now and replacing it with another one they've been working on for a while. One, they believe, will help quell your family's aggression, Adriana."

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"Yes I would Adriana." She returned Clarke's smile with a nod before turning back to the counter. He was always very polite and cordial. It was definitely refreshing after dealing with Stiles all the time. Adriana turned back to Clarke handing a mug full of coffee.

Hearing where Lily was, she thought back to her own assigned career choice and counted her lucky stars. No way in Hell would I be able to handle that one. A small chuckle escaped after the thought of her peer working with children. Adriana wasn't too fond of kids. They were just a constant reminder of her own son she gave up for adoption. She winced at the memory and forced it to the back of her mind.

Adriana picked up her own mug of coffee and walked over to an unoccupied chair. The chair, of course was just for decoration. Who would buy a chair for decoration? She shifted in her seat as if that would change the comfort level. Seeing as it didn't, she sighed in defeat and focused her attention on her superior.

"Starting Friday they'll be filtering out the serum they've got in there now and replacing it with another one they've been working on for a while. One, they believe, will help quell your family's aggression, Adriana."


"What?" She leaned forward in her chair in interest. Sensing that she was compromising her position, Adriana cleared her throat halfway laughing. "I mean- the FBI making happier families! I suppose if everyone's going to live longer, might as well make them all get along." She shrugged and took a long sip of her coffee. This would mean the Robinson family would finally be happy. Not that they weren't in the first place, but not every family is perfect. The possibilities were endless for this serum. Once perfected in Urbem, they could utilize it in violent neighborhoods. Crime would decrease. Her head was practically spinning.

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"What?" Stiles' eyes cut to his inferior officer as the news settled in, "I mean- the FBI making happier families! I suppose if everyone's going to live longer, might as well make them all get along."

Though it seemed ideal, he couldn't wrap his head around it. He was panicking. What was he going to do once they changed the serum? He couldn't know for sure if the serum has been healing him, nor was he willing to take the chance. The serum was the only thing keeping him alive. If the scientists were to siphon the serum, how would his body respond? "What made them decide to change it?" asked the brooding young man, "Have they concluded anything about the first serum?"

"You know that information is classified, Stiles." Clarke stated, "If we were to get technical, I'm not even authorized to let you know about the exchange in the first place. It's strictly need to know and my superiors don't think you don't need to know-..."

"Why not?" Stiles all but yelled, his tone harsh.

Clarke shrugged, "They want your recordings to be as unbiased as possible." He stated simply, before shooting Stiles a look, averting his eyes to glance between his two agents"Whether you like it or not, those are the rules. Your goal for the next month is to monitor your families and record anything out of the ordinary. In fact, I'd record any changes at all—no matter how tedious it may seem."

"If it's a serum specified for the Robinsons then why are they tampering with the whole supply?" Stiles asked in a huff, "It seems counter-productive, don't you think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think-..." said Clarke, "...-and it doesn't matter what you think. This is about what they want, Stiles, not you or me or anyone else. I personally don't give a damn what they do with the serum so long as it doesn't kill anyone."

"Did you ever consider that some of the test subjects might have developed a dependence on the original serum? What if they change it and people start dying?" Stiles snapped, his jaw clenched.

Furrowing his brow, Clarke studied his right hand man with an unreadable expression. "What's the cause for concern? Are the Moffats showing signs of dependency?"

Stiles paused, clenching his fist as the truth came spilling out. "No-..."

"Then you have nothing to worry about." Clarke said sternly, shooting Stiles a look that told him, without words, to shut up. The older man turned to Adriana, a soft smile gracing his features before he asked her, "Do you have any questions, dear?"