Introduction
It isn't a life you choose, but a life that you are chosen for. Anyone from ages ten to fifteen, young enough to learn foreign languages, young enough to train your body and mind until you literally grow into the perfect agent. When you turn eighteen, however, that is when the field work starts, ranging from one extreme to another. Assassinations, re-con, months undercover pretending to be someone you're not. Whatever it is that you get assigned to, however, you're never going to be as prepared as they promise you'll be. If you're extremely lucky, you'll be assigned to a partner early on. Someone who will know you better than you know yourself. Someone who will go to hell and back with you, and expect the same in return. Retirement? Well, they don't talk about that very often. It's rare anyone lives long enough to quit. And, with all the post-traumatic-stress-disorder, you probably won't want to anyway.
Your Job
You will either be playing a male, half of a two-man team, or a female, apart of my own characters team. Whoever else I pick, will be your partner. Even though our two teams have never met, things are about to get seriously messy. Your partner, for this mission, will not be the person that knows you better than you know yourself, nor the person who would go [and has gone] to hell and back with you. Your partner, for this mission, will be one of the opposite sex.
The mission is relatively simple, or it seems to be. A new suburb for those with too much money for their own good has just been built in California. The men who have made their homes here are powerful, not because of their brains or brawn, but rather the money that they possess. Their wives are ex-models and actresses, settled down to start families with the men [and the men's wallets] that they love so dearly. It is a gated community, absolutely beautiful, and absolutely deadly.
Most of the men [not all, but most] are suspected of belonging to a secret… club, of sorts. What perks come from this club? Assassins for hire, drugs, changes to permanent records, you name it. The kinds of things that only the Agency should be able to do, and that is why it has to be stopped. How?
By getting on the inside. This, we will have to be creative with. The point is that we'll be going under cover as two newlywed couples who just happened to be moving in next door to each other. Thank goodness you're a well trained actor, because this mission could take months to complete. In that time, we will be pretending to be madly in love, just a normal, wealthy couple thinking of starting a family. We have to be trusted, we have to fit in, and we can not be discovered.
As for romance, it is strictly forbidden among agents [who live relatively celibate lives, except for the rare occasion where the mission calls for a little 'something something']. Awful, but it has been known to happen, and we are world-class actors, liars, and spies. The problem? This isn't just acting, for a moment. This is long term, day after day after day of pretending to be married. Living together, sleeping in the same bed. We have to convince everyone around us that we are actually in love. And with missions like this, we might just cross that line.
In the midst of this risky mission, new dangers are brought about that will force you to risk your life for someone whom you have barely known. No matter of your feelings toward that person, whether it be hatred, or even possibly love [the real kind] your top priority is this mission, and then, keeping your partner alive.
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The Characters
I am in search of two males and two females!
Pair One:
Female: Gabriella "Scarlett Mccarthy"
Male: peace_of_mind7 "Roman Atkins"
Pair Two:
Female: NadieQuerida "Madison Young"
Male: The Therin "Jason Oakland"
Once all character slots are full, I will give you a brief overview so you understand how we will start, and stuff about NPC's, etc!
Character Profile This character sheet is basically your character's file which will be given to your new partner so they could know a little more about you. Write down everything as if it would be on an actual file. In other words, keep it professional. Also, feel free to alter the sheet; however, you must include all information asked for in the original one.
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Within the next few moments of walking down the remainder of the hallway, Scarlett allowed herself to recall the moments from earlier that day:
“Aye-yeee!” The same woman shrieked, immediately glaring at Scarlett who had her nails deep into the arm of the woman that peeled off the wax strip. “Sorry,” Scarlett said, giving an apologetic smile.
A few hours later and Scarlett was a new person- well, more like a better improved person. She stilled looked like Scarlett Mccarthy, but now more like Olivia Cross. “And you’re done!” A thin woman with purple eye shadow said. “Goodluck!”
“And now I’m cursed...” Scarlett mumbled as she left the room into the hallway.
Before she knew it, Scarlett was letting herself into a small square room with an L shaped couch, a television, and a second door right next to it. It was obvious no one had arrived yet, including Madison, her usual partner. She wondered how Madison had taken the ‘seven hour makeover.’
Picking up the stack of folders on the table, Scarlett began to look through them, finding nothing unfamiliar. But at the bottom of the pile were two unsealed envelopes. Scarlett dumped her and Roman’s envelope's contents onto the table, revealing a handful of pictures that were obviously 'photoshopped,' considering that this was their first meeting: one was taken at a beach, both laughing while Scarlett’s arms were wrapped around Roman’s neck and her legs encircling his waist in a piggyback. Another one, dressed to the nines, dancing with each other. It suggested they hadn't known the photo was being taken, bodies pressed close together, eyes fixed on each other, small smiles on their faces that suggested they were sharing a joke. Love. They looked like they were in love. It was scary, the intricate lives they were living. It was a character- it was a person- a person you had to become without losing yourself. Now, that in itself was even more dangerous than being unarmed.
Scarlett continued to examine each picture as she waited for the arrival of the others. To say she was perfectly patient would be a lie.
As soon as he received the files, Roman took it upon himself to memorize every detail of Scarlett's background from her height to her history. He could recite everything on that paper without looking. It was a gift, his memory. He wasn't looking forward to living with a person that he didn't even know. What if she was a bitch? What if she was irresponsible? He couldn't afford a liability, but he had to have faith in the institute. They knew best. Yet, Roman couldn't help but feel a sliver of doubt. He shook off the negative thoughts with the knowledge that there was no room for doubt. He had to be sure of this...because doubt could get you killed.
It didn't take him a long time to reach the conference room. He took a deep breath, erasing all of the negativity from his chiseled features. Roman opened the door and entered the room. His green eyes landed on the chestnut haired woman before him. He immediately recognized her as Scarlett Mccarthy, his new partner. Here goes nothing, he thought as he gave her a small nod of acknowledgment, followed by an equally small wave of his large palm.
"Hi," he said, his voice deep and booming. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss. Mccarthy."
"I know, right?" The stylist beamed, obviously proud of her work as she fondly patted Madison's head. "You look great. I knew perming your hair would do the trick! It's low maintenance, too, so you can do anything with it and it'll still look great."
"What?" Madison looked up from her computer screen, a blank expression on her face. "No, I was talking about my tablet. Battery's dying," she explained, completely missing the look of annoyance that flashed across the stylist's face.
"Honey, look at yourself! I just spent nine hours--that's two more than I was was supposed to, y'know--on you, and you can't even appreciate it? Look!" She grabbed Madison's face and turned it over to the mirror so the agent could finally check out her new look. Gone were the unruly locks and thick framed glasses of the computer specialist Madison Young; Elizabeth Bennet was looking back at her now, glamorous with porcelain perfect skin, auburn curls and very pretty eyes courtesy of a pair of contact lenses.
"Oh... my... God," Madison repeated her earlier statement, stunned. The stylist looked quite satisfied at having finally rendered her client speechless; unfortunately for her, Madison wasn't shocked by her appearance so much as she was by the time on the digital clock hanging above the vanity.
"See? I told you. Now, all you have to remember is to cleanse, tone and moisturize twice a day--"
"I'm late!" Madison yelled, interrupting the poor woman as she vaulted out of her chair. She scrambled about the room, shoving her tablet and phone into the brand new Gucci satchel she'd just bought earlier that week (having been ordered to replace her Bluenotes wardrobe with something more sophisticated), completely forgetting about the price tag that still hung from the shoulder strap. "Oh my God, oh my God, Scarlett is going to eat me alive!"
The stylist looked nonplussed as she watched the young agent hop on one foot, trying to slip on her Jimmy Choos.
"Shit, shit, shit," she repeated, grabbing her coat and purse and pecking the stylist on the cheek as a thank-you before rushing out of the parlor, rummaging through her pockets for her car keys. "I should've been out of here an hour ago. I'm gonna be late!"
The look on his face as he formed the words and threw the compliment into the mirror in front of him, was a mix of the hint of a suave attitude in the greyish blue eyes of his, and a fairly amused grin on his lips. He had already slipped into character, a character who he was most likely going to stay in for many days to come. The 23 years old man had also slipped into the brand new suit which he was ordered to wear, and picking up his black briefcase from the wooden floor, he started taking steps in the direction of the door leading him to the hallway outside of his newly purchased apartment.
"What a waste, getting a place like that right before a mission like this." he thought, waiting for the elevator to arrive.
Jason, unlike many others of the Agency, had always had his own place. Well, for as long as he had been eligible to owning one that is. The silvergrey doors slid open and he entered the massive metal box, nodding with a smile to the middle-aged woman happening to be inside of it already. This time, his eyes not showing a suave look of any sort, but rather smiling along with the rest of his face.
"Come to think of it, maybe most agents actually have their own residence." he started in his head, realizing he did not actually possess much information on the matter.
His phone vibrated, reminding him it was time to leave. He was already in the process of doing so, being halfway out the front door seconds later. Pulling his car keys out of his hidden pocket, his Audi was soon unlocked and Jason sat behind the windshield in short, steering wheel in hands, heading towards the building in which the four handpicked agents were to meet. He took a quick glance into the rearview mirror.
Jason did not enjoy being given a role to play, fabricated by someone else, being told how to act, how to impersonate, how to speak, walk, eat, sing and laugh. But what he enjoyed was of no importance at all. He knew what lay ahead of him, and even if he would rather make everything up himself, this did not change any facts.
The three other pieces of this assignment consisted of one man, and two women.
The man was one he knew, but the two women were complete strangers to him, and the fact that he was going to spend a big amount of time with one of these two as his wife, made him feel a bit uneasy. He was confident in his talent for acting, perhaps even over-confident. But they were all still human, and some people just don't mix well. He hoped sincerely that his would-be wife and him were not going to be an example of this. Jason's car stopped, and so did the engine under its clean metal hood. He would have time for brooding later.
"Right on time." he mumbled to himself, exiting the vehicle.
“Well, it’s about time someone arrived,” she said, looking down at the rose gold watch that was picked out to match her dress. It was as if she had been waiting for hours on end, when in reality it was only 6:02. “And, likewise...” Scarlett stood up, emotionless, and held out her hand, gesturing for the man to shake it. She was tempted to peak out the door before it closed, hoping to find Madison arriving, as well. She was a little annoyed of having to wait here for, what felt like, a long, boring half an hour.
After this, Scarlett wasn't exactly sure what to say. They basically knew all the basics about each other, but there was still a long list of things to learn. She took her seat once again, reminding herself of the things she would get out of this: The chance to stay in a beautiful, multi-million dollar home; a completely new wardrobe and car, although she wasn't exactly looking forward to having to dress like this every day; and, not to mention, the reward they would each receive at the end of this, providing the mission was a success. And at least she would have Madison a few houses down.
Scarlett finally patted the spot on the couch next to her, "We do have quite a bit to go over, quickly." She said, glancing at her watch again. Only fifty eight minutes remaining.
He sat down beside Scarlett on the L shaped couch, sitting up straight and resting his chin on his knuckles while his elbow resided on the arm of the couch. "I agree," he stated with a nod. "First, if it's all the same to you, I believe we should be clear on a few things regarding living arrangements. We'll be able to work on one accord if we're not stepping on each other's toes." He shifted in his seat due to his discomfort in his suit. Sweatpants were looking better and better by the second. "If you have any questions or suggestions, don't hesitate to tell me." He was proud of himself, he wasn't usually the best at compromise or talking, for that matter unless it was with Jason. He was actually relieved when he was told that Jason would be on this case, despite the fact that he would be under a different roof. Roman was just pleased that he'd have someone to fall back on if things went south. "So, if there is anything that I need to know that was not in your file, I think you should tell me now."
Roman rubbed his chin out of habit and absentmindedly licked his lips. He honestly wanted to get this over with, but again he understood that his comfort level was not important, the mission was.
Driving in heels was bad enough, but this brand new Lincoln handled differently from her previous car so she was already having a bit of trouble with the turns; the MKT hugged the road and swerved tightly, but Madison nearly crawled onto the sidewalk by accident when she turned the steering wheel too far, having been accustomed to her old Lexus's stiffer wheeling. "Holy shit," Madison yelped, narrowly avoiding an intimate encounter with a street sign as she slammed the brakes, catching herself before she ran over a pedestrian. It was an old woman too, the kind with a walker-aid that took ages to cross the street.
Madison fidgeted impatiently as she waited, flipping her visor down to glance at the mirror behind it. Now that she was out of the parlor and had time to actually look at herself, she was pleased to see that the stylist hadn't steered her wrong. Scarlet would definitely be surprised to see her in dress and heels for a change; this Chanel number with a belt cinched tight around her slim waist was drastically different than her normal jeans-and-sweater combo with Keds. Now, only to keep this up for the rest of the month--or longer, possibly...
“I find that these files are a poor representation of who we actually are. I assume you understand that just as much as I. But I’m perfectly sane, if that’s what you were implying.” Formality returned to Scarlett’s demeanor, although the friendly Scarlett didn't quite seem to get the memo. Knowing that the agency would disapprove of her current attitude, Scarlett cleared her throat. Reaching across the table, Scarlett grabbed a third envelope- one that she hadn't noticed before. Inside it were four plane tickets and instructions on where to find the car that would pick them up, and their luggage, and take them to the airport.
"Right," Scarlett said, placing the envelope back onto the table, "Now, is there anything that I should know?" She said, looking to the door at the sound of footsteps coming down the hall.
"It would seem my sense of planning isn't the best after all." Jason thought, looking at his watch and realising he was a few minutes late.
He slowed down as he took the last turn into the corridor, getting close to this room and stopped a couple of meters away from the door he was to enter through, taping the same smile he had given to the woman in the elevator half an hour ago onto his face. He felt a single drop of sweat rolling down his forehead, most likely because of the nervousity and slight stress slowly building up inside of him.
"Well at least Roman will be there. It'll be good to have someone share complaints with, if things get difficult." Jason thought, wiping the one drop of sweat from his face and turning the handle to the door between him and the person he was going to play husband and wife with for the next few months.
Or so he thought. When he stepped inside however, it turned out Madison Young had yet to arrive, in the sofa sat the man and friend he recognized as Roman Atkins, next to him a woman. This was obviously Scarlett Mccarthy, her eyes fixed at the door the moment he entered the room, probably because of hearing his footsteps approach the room with the L-shaped couch and a TV, in which he was now standing. Sensing the atmosphere of this very room, and judging by the faces of the two people sitting down, there was more of a serious ambience to the meeting than he had imagined, and the grin glued to his face was morphed into a more appropriate smile, showing respect rather than amusement or happiness.
He immediately walked up to Scarlett to shake her hand and introduce himself, whereupon he was to do the same to the tall man, but without the introduction, obviously.
"I'll let you know later," he said to Scarlett with a quick nod. He then turned his attention to his usual partner in crime. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Oakland," he said, but he knew that if they were alone, he'd wouldn't be so formal. He sent a knowing look towards Jason, letting him know that later on he would get an earful of the hell that was to come for him.
Roman rested his head on his palm as he looked around the room in boredom. He furrowed his brow then let his eyes rest on Jason's face. "It's there suppose to be one more person coming here?" He raised a bronze eyebrow, searching through his memory for the missing party's name. "Madison Young, is it not?"
The clock read 6:12 by the time Madison reached the parking lot. The guard on duty, familiar with Madison's lack of punctuality, barely batted an eyelash as she juggled her purse, laptop case, and the baker's dozen plus and flashed her ID card all at the same time. "Good luck!" He called out at her retreating back. Madison waved at him over her shoulder and ducked into the elevator just before the steel doors closed.
6:13. Aw, daaaaaamn. "I really should've written a will," Madison mused as she waited impatiently for the elevator to reach the appropriate floor. "Scarlett is going to kill me, and and who will feed my fish after I'm gone?"
Wasn't talking to yourself the first sign of insanity?
Thankfully the elevator dinged open a moment later, revealing a large, polished hallway that seemed to stretch on forever. Green potted plants dotted the doorways at regular intervals, not that Madison really noticed. Her nerves had finally woken up at the prospect of meeting her fellow undercover agents for the first time and her stomach was suddenly queasy. This was her first active assignment, and it was a big one; usually Madison served as Scarlett's back up in these situations but had never operated on her own before. Well, there was only one way to deal with this...
Taking a deep, reassuring breath, Madison threw open the door and breezed in cheerfully. "Sorry I'm late!" She spotted Scarlett and, grinned at her, but knowing how annoyed she probably was, immediately held out the box of cupcakes as a peace offering. "Just remember that I'm your favorite partner and you can't kill me because I'm too useful, okay?" She tossed her purse on the floor, once again missing the $1200 price tag still attached to the strap, and dumped her laptop on the couch beside her friend before turning to the two strangers in the room. Alright. She could do this.
"Hi guys, I'm Madison. Sorry I'm late."
Jason inspected the room he just arrived in, there was one more door, leading to a room he did not know, but he assumed it was a bathroom of some sort. He decided to take a seat in the armchair placed next to the couch in which the two other present members of the team sat. Before that however, he was asked by the very man who he had spoken to not more than a minute ago if there weren't supposed to be another girl there as well. "Madison Young, is it not?" Roman's question was ended with.
"Yes, that is correct, she seems to be a little late though," he begun, still maintaining part of the more or less serious attitude, and without eradicating the smile on his often earnest face. "well, I guess I'm not really one to talk." he then ended his response with a moment later, the corner of his mouth slightly twitching upwards a little.
Right as Jason sat down in the armchair however, quick footsteps were heard, shortly after this the door was thrown open and into the room flew the fourth member, somehow bringing a brighter and livelier feeling to the room, Jason guessed it was due to her sudden appearance. This was no doubt Madison, he remembered her clearly from the pictures, multiple pictures altered to make it look like the two of them were happily married. It had certainly felt odd seeing himself in places he had never been, with a woman he had never met, not that it had been all that bad, it was very proffessional work indeed, by whoever had edited these images, and Madison was attractive, he gave her that, on top of this, he thought the choice of tuxedo used when taking one of the "wedding photos" had been a pretty good one as well. This didn't change the fact that he knew nothing of her personality though, and the smiling girl that had entered could be "wearing a mask" so to speak, like the ones he often found himself behind.
Revealing a box of cupcakes Madison apologized for being late to Scarlett and introduced herself to the two men sitting down with what appeared to be a cheerful attitude. Jason was surprised at the events that had transpired in the short time she had been in the room. But he was relieved to see that she hadn't arrived later than she did, as he would need some time to "study" her, and find out what kind of person he was dealing with in this short meeting they all would share.
Jason rose up from where he had recently seated himself, moving over to this woman, and reaching his hand out for the third time that day, putting the slightly amused and happier expression back on his face.
"Hi Madison, I'm Jason, but you probably already knew that. And welcome." he said. After welcoming her he stepped backwards, now positioned in front of the armchair he had claimed as his seat not much earlier.
As expected, the main door opened. Still no Madison. Instead, another man walked in who Scarlett recognized as Jason. Later? What does he think this hour was for? Surely not for socializing with your previous partner. Scarlett thought to herself and simply rolled her eyes before formally meeting Jason with a handshake. Scarlett nodded but didn’t say a word. She couldn’t help but notice the looks exchanged between the two men, and with that, she smirked. Where was her real accomplice whom she was sure she could trust?
Just at that thought, the door swung open once again, and this time it really was Madison. “Finally!” Scarlett was tempted to glare but then saw the box of cupcakes in her friend’s hands. It was a move Scarlett would always do whenever the roles were reversed and it was Madison who was angry- and it turns out the same moved tended to appease Scarlett, as well. With a grin, Scarlett helped herself to one of the cupcakes. Fuck this, if Roman’s not going to try, I’m not going to try. She thought again before starting on the icing of the cupcake.
Roman tried to imagine Scarlett and him 'playing house'. He winced a bit, already seeing the upcoming arguments, sneers, insults, etc...Hell. He was now imagining her with claws, scales and a tail with horns poking out of her hair. He shivered a bit and immediately closed the files, shaking the hag from hell images from his mind. He turned around and faced the group. His eyes were on Scarlett, observing her as she ate her cupcake. For a second, when he saw her smile, he thought she looked very...pretty. What are you doing! She's your new partner. This is an act, Roman. Stick to the plan! Strictly business! his mind scowled. He immediately averted his eyes from Scarlett and settled them on the file in his hand, pulling it out and pretending to examine its content. He stole one more glance then tried his best to ignore her completely.
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Roman Atkins, on the other hand, was of less interest to Madison so she hadn't bothered pulling all the stops to research him. She'd figured Scarlett would fill her in on the guy later on so she merely flashed him a grin before turning around to Scarlett. "Jesus, woman," she admonished, helping herself to a red velvet cupcake, "did you miss the lesson on sharing in kindergarten or something?" She nudged Scarlet with her heel gently and sat down next to her. Noticing the files on the table, she dragged one towards her and glanced at the passport, wincing at her fake identity. "Whoever decided on the names must have been a Jane Austen fan, because Elizabeth Bennet? Really?"
She began slowly unwrapping the cupcake in a clockwise direction, balancing the file on her knees as she skimmed through pages of information she already knew. The first thing was to confirm that their tickets were first class--thankfully, yes, they would be flying in style--before looking at the Photoshopped pictures of herself and Jason Oakland. Apparently Elizabeth Bennet was the epitome of grace and sophistication because she looked perfectly poised in every picture whereas Madison, on the other hand, could never be that elegant if she tried. Damnit. She was going to have to do some serious acting to play this part...
Scarlett casually glanced at her watch again. Tardiness was a bit of a pet peeve of hers, and plus, missing the plane wasn’t an option. There was now only fifteen minutes remaining until they were advised to leave and the game would be put into play. Scarlett smoothed her dress and grabbed the wallet-sized, cross-body purse that came with her outfit before rising from the couch; and with that, her entire demeanor changed. No longer was she the selfish, conceited- maybe even childish- woman she was just second ago. Now she was the delicate and polished Olivia who just about anyone could love if they fancied being showered with affection and kindness: The complete opposite of Scarlett.
The new Scarlett made her way to the other end of the table, with a slight bounce to her step, where the passports and place tickets were. She then slid her and Roman’s confidential’s into her clutch, careful not to crumple any of the corners. “I can’t wait to see our new house!” Olivia wrapped both of her dainty hands around one of Roman’s and smiled up at him with what appeared to be love and eager excitement.
The real Scarlett hoped for an amusing reaction.
He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her slender hand against his large one. His head immediately snapped to stare at her. With his eyebrow raised, Roman contemplated whether or not Scarlett was bipolar. He was tempted to ask her, but quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, he played along. If he was going to be Alex for God knows how long, then he was going to start practicing today.
"Neither can I," he smiled, letting his finger caress her chin lovingly. He pushed a strand of hair from her face and allowed his green orbs to regard her with admiration. "You know," he smirked as charmingly as he could. "I love it when you call me Ally boy, Honey." In his mind, he was rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of this conversation. After his inward laughing, Roman let his facade fade and Roman was back, kicking Alex to the curb. He dropped the smile, giving Scarlett his usual serious face. "I'll give you one thing, Scarlett," he semi-grinned. "Your acting skills are impressive. For a minute, I believed that you were not a bi-...not you, I mean."
"Well I guess I should go with the flow then." Jason thought to himself and as he prepared Gregory's reportoire in his head, he decided to look at his watch. It showed that the four agents were running out of time for small talk and standing around, which is why he straightened his posture and walked, with a calmer and more noble sort of movement than the one he had earlier carried himself with, over to table on which the files were laying, pretending to skim through a paragraph on the assignment, a text he had already read a number of times. At the same time Roman dropped his act, perhaps only for the duration of the sentence he followed up with, perhaps for longer, but Jason, no Gregory, was going to keep his up. He did not know how much research this Madison Young had done on him, but how much or little she knew about him and his "mood issues" and sleeping problems, was unimportant right now, at least to him. He however, needed to know more of this woman, as he didn't know anything else than what was provided in the files he had been sent prior to the mission.
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Obviously Scarlet agreed, because the next thing Madison knew was that her former partner was batting her eyelashes and slipping into the role of an airhead socialite with disturbing ease. "Good grief," Madison muttered, suppressing the urge to gag at the sickeningly sweet display. She shut the file and stuffed it into her purse before grabbing a second cupcake and standing up. She didn't bother slipping into her role as Elizabeth Bennet yet; she would practice that at the airport when she absolutely had to, and not a second before.
"Promise me we'll never be that disgusting," Madison muttered to Jason under her breath, stepping up behind him as he skimmed through the mission file. She suppressed a shudder, watching Olivia take over Scarlet's body. It was very, very unsettling to see the normally stoic and serious woman turn into a gushing sap in a split second.
Wrenching her gaze away from the playacting couple, Madison turned back to her own partner for this mission and summoned a bright smile. Damn, she was getting good at this fake-smiling thing. Ha.
"Alright, so I took the liberty of discussing the technological parameters of this mission, and it turns out we're going to stay on the primitive side for a while," she told Jason. She was the team's IT specialist for this mission, so it had been her responsibility to figure out which gadgets they could bring aside from the basics. "That gentlemen's club we're suspicious of? They're pretty high tech already so we don't want anything sophisticated enough to get on their radar. That's why we're going to be stuck with..." and here she paused, rummaging through her purse to bring out two identical phones--Motorola AME 2000's. They looked like regular phones, simple enough not to arouse any suspicion. She grinned, pretty satisfied at her loot. "They only just announced these at the RSA Conference, really," she explained. "Over two grand each, with double encryption in the VPN which is great. It operates on two different processors, has tamper protection for tokens, keys, and certificates. It also meets FIPS 140-2 Level 3 and National Security Administration Suite B encryption standards, and can perform high-assurance cryptographic operations. On the second--" And that's when she stopped short, realizing that half of what she was saying was probably not even making sense to Jason.
"Sorry," she apologized sheepishly, holding out the phone for him to take. "It's the MIT brat in me, I get a bit carried away. Basically, it's the phone you want when you're undercover. I rooted it though, so it's not obvious to anyone that it's so high tech--you can set up two accounts on there for yourself as Jason, and for your alias as Greg without worrying about hackers. You can only access them depending on which password you use, so no one can crack the second account without your fingerprints and unique body temperature signature--practically foolproof, I promise."
While walking back down the hallway, Scarlett tried to open every door that passed, though every one of them seemed to be locked. She hummed softly to herself until she finally ran into one of her previous stylists. “Bathr-“
“Right down the hall,” the woman said in a monotone voice before she could even finish. She apparently wasn’t the biggest fan of Scarlett, either.
Scarlett followed the woman’s finger down another hall until she reached a brightly lit room that smelled of bleach and artificial oranges.
After reapplying the creamy lip gloss that apparently looked great with her skin tone for the third time, she then just stared into the mirror, hoping to stall as much time as possible. She was already confident that she would be able to play as Olivia, but perhaps it was the overconfidence that could ruin it for them.
To say that Roman was annoyed was an understatement. To say that he didn't feel the urge to get up and go back to the comfort of his apartment would be a lie. Misery was definitely in his future. He looked up at the ceiling, staring at the tiles with a no emotion on his handsome face.
"Miss. Young," he said, his deep voice expressing his dismay slightly. "When are we boarding the plane?" Roman already knew, seeing as his memory was one of his weapons, but he had to hear someone else say it. Maybe if someone said then time would move faster. God, please give me strength.
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As she rambled on about some technological stuff whereof half he had no idea what they were, snapping up only a few words, his puzzled look grew greater. Eventually she stopped and handed him one of the phones she had apparently described, and after a delay on his side for about a second of processing the info he had been fed, he took it and nodded with a smile to respond to the one he had gotten from her.
"Thank you, I'm sure it is." he added right before Scarlett left the room. Roman muttered something, and from Jason's perspective things didn't seem to be going that great between the other man and the woman who had just left. It even seemed like he would prefer to just quit this mission, despite the workaholic in him, as well as his mentality regarding his job. Jason knew he wouldn't ever do such a thing though, he was going to endure it, just like he always did. This was one of the reasons he had been such a valuable and reliable partner to Jason, he wouldn't doubt a second if it came to giving his life in order for a mission to succeed, and he always gave his all, no matter how big or small the assignment was.
Roman asked Madison about the time of boarding the plane, and with this making it even clearer he was less than content with the way things were going.
Looking down at his watch for the second time since entering the room, Jason started moving towards where he had left his briefcase as it was time to leave this building for the last time in what would be expected to be a pretty long time.
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Before reaching the entrance, Scarlett paused, allowing the rest of the group to catch up (and allowing herself to prepare). Outside would be two cars of a higher end taxi service that would relocate the agents to their destination: The airport. From here on now, Scarlett would be no more... Until behind secure doors, of course. But that wasn’t the point. The point was that every time Scarlett planned on leaving the comfort of her new home, a smile must be plastered upon her honest face whether she felt like it, or not. That would be comparable to wearing a thick layer of face paint and attempting to keep your face from twitching to avoid cracking it. Similar to what she had on her face now. Scarlett gave Madison a cynical look that read ‘good luck’ before mentally slipping into costume.
There was a long suffocating moment of silence as the car began to move through the traffic. Roman sighed, if they were going to work together then they were going to have to communicate...no matter how unpleasant it may be. After clearing his throat, Roman finally spoke. "I have OCD," he stated, continuing their conversation from earlier. "I hate when my things aren't where I've left them. I tend to wake up at 6:10 am on the dot and I can't sleep without taking my pills, due to my insomnia. Those are just a few things that you should know." He kept his gaze out of the window as he spoke, but waited for her to say something. He prepared himself mentally for an insult or even stranger...a complement.
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She let Jason head out first with his briefcase, taking a moment for herself to gather up her abandoned purse and laptop carrier. Great. The charade was starting soon, everything was on motion, and all she'd done was make a fool of herself in front of the man she'd be living with for the next few months. At least she wasn't the only one with the glum attitude; she smiled weakly at Scarlett's cynical look, taking comfort in her old partner's presence. 'Oh my God,' she silently mouthed, knowing her trademark phrase would comfort Scarlett a bit.
As she climbed into the cab, Madison barely stopped herself from facepalming because she'd forgotten to give the other two phones to the second couple. Okay, I'll do it at the airport, she promised herself before sliding into the taxi, scooting over to the other end to make room for Jason. No, Greg. Greg Bennet. And she was Elizabeth Bennet.
Madison slumped in her seat, ignoring the possibility that she was probably ruining her new Chanel dress. She didn't really care though; she'd never been comfortable in dresses, being a tomboy, but now she was going to have to develop a habit... Her fingers itched to pull her phone and text Scarlett, or even open her laptop and being rerouting her satellite connection, but she dared not. She had to stop being the geeky computer whiz and learn how to be be a socialite. With a long suffering sigh, Madison reluctantly opened her purse and brought out some lipstick--wasn't that what the pretty women did? Reapply their lipstick every ten minutes?
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I would, but there's not really a lot I can do at the moment.
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So much to do, so little time!
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Maybe I'm just blind, but until then I guess I'll just delete the text from those, to make the annoyance minimal.
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Having said that... I'm sorry for not being able to post yet. I've got guests over and it's impossible to get on the computer long enough to read recent posts, let alone type one of my own. I'll get on it soon though!
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"Don't even worry about it! I've been pretty busy lately, so I'm going to be more lenient with posting frequency. I have no problem if this roleplay takes a bit of a break, say for a week, or so, I just want to be reassured that everyone will be returning after that week has finished. I'm determined to keep this roleplay from dying off as most do, so as long as I know that you won't disappear, But you can really post whenever you want. You seem to be trustworthy, but then again, anyone can just randomly disappear, even someone you didn't think would.
So, yeah. If you can't post, don't worry about it. If possible, after four days (maybe?) and you haven't posted, just post in the OOC so that I know you're still here. If you can't get on, just post ASAP when you do get on, and all will be well! :)"
I literally just copied, pasted, and then erased, so that this could apply to all of you. Any questions? ;D
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I definitely need to get my schedule tidied up >.<
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Roman likes:
~ Hunting
~ Shooting Ranges
~ Cleaning his weapons
~ Working out / Jogging
~ Playing Sports
~ Sex...jk xD...Hacking
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I shall wait for peace to reply, and then I will apply the needed information to my post, and then I will finally post it. :)
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1. Fishing (for compliments)
2. Quilting
3. Knitting
4. Embroidery
5. Ballet
Hope that's of some use! :) :) :)
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By the way, I'll probably post in, maximum, a couple of hours! :)
I was supposed to post this morning, but my tenants were refilling up their giant ass fish tank and forgot about it, thus leaving my room right below, flooded. My bed was soaked along with the other half of my room, so I didn't get much sleep. :I Not my year, lol.