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[Lone Insignificant]

Locations of Characters
A. empty
B. Archer, Robbie, Scott
C. Astrid, Matt
D. Bunks (occupied by - top to bottom)

D.1. Scott, Ezra, empty
D.2. Astrid, Del, empty
D.3. Brooke, Ashton, empty
D.4. Matt, Robbie, Lewis

E. Brooke, Izzy
F. empty
G. Del, Ezra

location unknown; Gabby,





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A. [color=palevioletred]Izzy[/color], [color=salmon]Ezra[/color]
B. [color=mediumvioletred]Archer[/color], [color=teal]Robbie[/color]
C. [color=#7C0034]Astrid[/color], [color=#006699]Matt[/color]
D. Bunks (occupied by - top to bottom)[list][list]
D.1. [size=8.5]empty[/size], [color=salmon]Ezra[/color], [size=8.5]empty[/size]
D.2. [color=#7C0034]Astrid[/color], [color=darkturquoise]Del[/color], [size=8.5]empty[/size]
D.3. [color=#00A984]Brooke[/color], [color=#C031C7]Ashton[/color], [size=8.5]empty[/size]
D.4. [color=#006699]Matt[/color], [color=teal]Robbie[/color], [size=8.5]empty[/size][/list][/list]
E. [color=#00A984]Brooke[/color]
F. [size=8.5]empty[/size]
G. [size=8.5]empty[/size]

[u]location unknown[/u] [color=#8491F1]Juliet[/color],[color=#6F4242]Lewis[/color]

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Quoted you just to let you know of where people are in the bus. Not accurate but the best I could go with. (This is also for me to be aware of where people are plus the arrangement on the bunks.)
Hope you don't mind me quoting you for no reason. D:

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BENJAMIN AIKEN ROUSSEAU, THE ARTIST
MALE XXX TWENTY-FIVE XXX #196B7F XXX LONE INSIGNIFICANT

TWO WEEKS. TWO WEEKS AND THERE WERE NO PROGRESS IN THE LIFE OF SIR AIKEN. THE YOUNG ARTIST HAD BEEN HAVING TROUBLE GETTING HIS THOUGHTS AND IDEAS INTO MASTERPIECES.EVERYTHING HE TRIED WOULD ALWAYS END UP LIKE A WORK OF AN AMATEUR AND THAT SURELY WOULD NOT DO. HE WAS ALREADY AN EXPERT; A MASTER! HIS RECENT WORKS WERE OUT OF THE QUESTION AND SURELY WOULD NOT FIT IN A GALLERY OF WONDERFUL MASTERPIECES OF FELLOW ELITE ARTISTS. OF COURSE, THE SAME AS OTHER ARTISTS, SOME OF HIS HAD NOT SEEN THE WALLS OF GRANDEUR. IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG WITHOUT ANY OUTPUT AND BUYERS WERE ALREADY GETTING IMPATIENT. HIS ART HAD ALWAYS BEEN AUCTIONED BUT SOME WOULD COME BY HIS APARTMENT AND ASK FOR A SPECIAL ONE. SICK OF THE FAILURES HE HAD FOR TWO WEEKS, HE WENT FOR A STROLL ONE NIGHT AND CAUGHT SIGHT OF A GIRL HE INSTANTLY FELL FOR. SHE IS MAGNIFICENT. HER STATUS WAS THE LEAST OF HIS PROBLEMS FOR HE HAD THE MONEY. THIS GIRL HERE WAS HIS SAVING GRACE. WITH NO SECOND THOUGHTS, HE OFFERED TO CHANGE HER LIFE BUT IN RETURN, SHE WAS TO BE HIS MUSE; HIS INSPIRATION.

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Benjamin Aiken was born in London, England, and he was taken care of by his Mum. His father was an artist as well but liked to travel the world to gather his experiences and make it inspirations. When Benjamin was ten, his father passed away from a plane crash that was said to be hi-jacked by terrorists. He never knew his father personally but occasionally got letters with pictures from him when he was still alive. His mother was devastated of the events and blamed his father's job. Their house was empty of paintings, sculptures and wouldn't even let Benjamin draw. There would be nothing that would remind her of her husband's job. When Benjamin graduated from high school, he wanted to take up art like his father but his mom forbid it. Even with the warning, he drew and painted away from home until he was able send them to universities with his papers. When letters arrived, most of it were torn by his mother until the very last letter arrived.


(BENJAMIN'S BACKSTORY IN THE MAKING)

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the muse, Elsie

I don't really mind that she was from the streets. She is my saving grace;an angel. She is the key to unlock my creativity and I am thankful that I found her. However, the appreciation I had bestowed her way would be questioned and knowing the initial reaction of humans; it was not something possible or rather hard to accept. What do they know, right? Whatever happens, I would protect this girl and give her all the things she needed to live and survive this world.

the gold digger, Star

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the sweetheart, Walther

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the crushed, Cassandra

I've seen her before, not personally but on my television screen. She moved in a few weeks ago and living under our suite. She's really famous but I tend to forget when I see her around the building. She's actually kind. We haven't talked much but ever since I took in El, she seemed to be with us most of the time. We may have not known each other long but I now see her as a friend. She's always welcome in our suite and to come with us when going out. She seemed interested with El in a sense of someone to protect. I know I can trust her.

the cheater, Nickolas

I haven't seen him before, or have I? He looked familiar but I couldn't quite remember. Oh wait, now I do. I saw him flirting with El once and it made my head hurt. I felt hot and it was in the midst of shouting at him. Was I angry? OF COURSE! Who in the right mind would flirt with my muse? No one flirts with my muse.

the oblivious model, Kellan

Kellan? He's my best bud around here. Even though we differ on activities that suit us best, we still tend to do stuff that would benefit both of us. I play sports with him, even though I'm not good with it and even trip and fall at times, it doesn't really matter. Aside from having fun in a way I usually do (painting and sculpturing), he gets me to do things I believe I would not do on my own. He usually is an air head or doesn't quite understand some things I tell him but it's fine. At least I got someone to talk to and in his own way, would eventually open up ideas that I could not have thought of.

the doubting girlfriend, Rose

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the first best friend, Alex

I'm not really quite fond of using the computer to do art. I know there are different kinds of art aside from my specialties and this guy, along with his best friend, are examples of it. I barely know Alex but I was actually surprised that him and his best friend were able to get me to participate on their videos. Their art was so different from mine but it was not that hard to understand and learn it. I guess I need to explore different arts as well and I'm glad they got me into theirs.

the second best friend, Teddy

When I first met him with his best friend, I did not know they were there to convince me to help them out with their videos. It turns out they were fond of making those self made videos and post it to a streaming site to be watched by people all over the world. At first I was reluctant to help them out, since what did I know about the things they were doing, but in the end, they convinced me and I've been helping them since. I'm not quite an actor so things would need some work.

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NICKOLAS GALEN ROSENTHAL, THE CHEATER
MALE XXX TWENTY-FIVE XXX #AA8E66 XXX LONE INSIGNIFICANT

IT WAS NOT FOR ME, IT WAS FOR HER. IT WAS NOT LONG AGO THAT A FAMOUS YOUNG SOCCER MVPWAS CAUGHT RED HANDED, CHEATING ON HIS GIRLFRIEND. NEWS, GOSSIPS AND MEDIA NEVER LET IT GO AND IT HAUNTED HIM WHEREVER HE WENT. THE SCANDAL HAPPENED AT THE DAY HE WAS SUPPOSED TO POPTHE QUESTION BUT LIKE SHE KNEW THAT. HE HAD PLANNED IT A WEEK BEFORE BUT WHEN THAT STUPID LETTER CAME, IT ALL WENT TO HELL. IT WAS FOR THE SAKE OF HIS GIRLFRIEND AND HE WOULD LET GO OF HIS FAME FOR HER. HE KNEW IT WOULD HURT HER AND WOULD THINK OF HIM AS THE BIGGEST JERK OF ALL TIME, BUT HE WAS GOING TO ACCEPT IT. HIS FRIENDS ALWAYS CONSOLED HIM AND SAID IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT, BUT WAS IT REALLY? OF COURSE IT WAS. AFTER MONTHS OF LYING LOW, TRAINING AND COMPETING; HE FINALLY GOT NEWS ABOUT HER. WITHOUT ANY HESITATION, HE FOLLOWED HER. HE LOVED HER AND LOVES HER STILL. SHE WAS THE ONE FOR HIM AS HE BELIEVED IT AND HE WON’T JUST LET HER GO. LIVING ACROSS FROM HER MAY BE A BIT TOO MUCH BUT IT WOULD BE A GOOD WAY TO LOOK AFTER HER. HE BELIEVED SHE MIGHT STILL HATE HIM FOR WHAT HE HAD DONE BUT SHE COULDN’T HAD MOVED ON THAT QUICKLY; OR HAS SHE?

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the artist, Aiken

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the muse, Elsie

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the gold digger, Star

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the sweetheart, Walther

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the crushed, Cassandra

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the oblivious model, Kellan

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the doubting girlfriend, Rose

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the first best friend, Alex

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the second best friend, Teddy

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|| KITOAJI "LEONE" SHUMEI

|| AGE

twenty

|| GENDER

male

|| CLASS

Warrior/Gun Mage

|| USERNAME

Lone Insignificant



|| PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Athletic body type. 6'1". His eyes turn to different colors when using different elements. Has few scars on his arms, torso and back from previous fights. Adept in warrior sword techniques and magic gunnery. Traveled Spira with the aid of his rondine and tempeste. His rondine can transform into two types; the calma and infuria rondine.


|| BIOGRAPHY

Can you imagine being born in the midst of Sin's attack? I do. I am unsure of the details but I was just a mere kid when my father's friend, Gual Ronso, told me of this sad past. It happened twenty years ago and my mother was carrying me in her womb. She was on a trip along with my father and Gual, and were in a boat on their way to Kilika Island. Everyone was excited - with smiles and laughter on their faces. It came to pass and it was already dusk. My mother suddenly felt pain and told my father it was already time. In the midst of her labor, a sighting of something terrible and massive suddenly panicked the people aboard and the reality of death - the screaming, the running, the terror - stressed my mother even more. Sin was coming and everyone started to jump off the boat and swam back to Luca. My family stayed until I was born. My mother was drained and out of strength to go on and my father was heartbroken. He certainly did not want to live without her. Sadly, my parents decided it was already too late for them to get away. My father entrusted me to his friend, Gual, and believed I was in good hands.

I was taken back to Mt. Gagazet by Gual and was raised by Ronsos. I had a hard time keeping up with the Ronso's when it came to the climate and abilities. I had to learn to improvise and learn from a lot of training. Gual really looked after me and taught me the ways of a Ronso. When I was older, I was taught to use the Lancet. It was not bad but I always stumble and fall off my feet whenever I use it. Gual went in thought for a few days and did not continue with my Lancet training, however, I did not lose hope. I tried and tried the basics for days as Gual meditated. Even with trying everyday, I was unable to master the basics.That's the day when Gual finally spoke and gave me a sword he had the smith's made and said, "Maybe you're like your father who wielded a sword."

With a goal to master a sword instead of the lancet, I made superb progress and was one of the best sword wielders in the tribe. One fateful day though, Gual asked me to come to a trip. I followed even though I knew nothing on where we were going. We traveled far from Mt. Gagazet and it was not long that we finally arrived at the waters that my parents took their last breath. I felt emotional but not too long. I never knew them. I never saw them. They were just memories that Gual had told me through stories but even though I never knew them, I believed in them. Thinking back, I couldn't believe I survived that attack from Sin but Gual said that the Sin who attacked their boat back then was still weak. It was not the true Sin that people really feared. I then swore to defeat Sin and protect everyone I can along the way. It was a promise that I knew would either end in death or a great calm, but nonetheless, I would try.

On our way back home, we met a group of guardians with their summoner on their way on their to continue on their journey. After spending a boat ride with them, she, their summoner, asked me to join them and asked me to be her guardian. With nothing else for me at Mt. Gagazet, I joined them. We haven't traveled that far and I haven't really been with them that long but she was almost finished with her pilgrimage; and I am grateful that she still accepted me. With only one last aeon to complete the pilgrimage as the road to Zanarkand awaits; the group fell into a treacherous end when a Sinspawn Gui overpowered us on the way to Luca. I was the only one who survived and woke up with the bodies of my friends and summoner - who I swore to protect - lay cold on the ground. I had no idea how I survived back then... but my luck was my hell.

I found my way to Luca and was treated by a kind doctor and her young daughter. They cared for me until I was able to get back on my feet. The little girl asked me where to go and I said to go to Kilika and find a new summoner to protect. My welcome greeting at Kilika was something unexpected.



|| PERSONALITY

Leone is a bit temperamental at times but he would not resort to confrontations and arguments. He would only show his emotions with the people he trusts. He relies too much on his skills that he became impulsive. He did not want to lose anyone else, so he pushes himself. He liked it better when he was alone but if needed to be around with others, he could deal with it. He was normally quiet and calm when around with people he protects and would gradually shed his impulsiveness when told about it. He was not able to show it but he was actually kind. He only had a different way of showing it and others tend to not realize. It would not take long to fully understand him after knowing his past. He loves any food that had noodles. He also likes music. He's a strong young man but would only become stronger once he finally realizes his purpose in the future.



|| OVERDRIVE(S)/ABILTIES

ABILITY | SCAN
The ability to learn detailed information about the enemy. (Gun Mage)
SKILL | FIEND HUNTER
A skill with different abilities to deal quadruple damage to an enemy of a specific type. (Gun Mage)
SKILL | BLUE BULLET
The skill to learn then use an enemies' abilities. Each ability can only be used upon learning it. (Gun Mage)
ABILITY | SENTINEL
A defensive ability in which the weapon damage is greatly reduced but effect is not the same with magic damage. (Warrior)
ABILITY | ASSAULT
The skill to cast haste, protect, shell and berserk to party. (Warrior)
SKILL | SWORDPLAY
The skill to launch different sword attacks or abilities with different uses and effects to the enemy. (Warrior)
OVERDRIVE | LA RAPIDITA DI RONDINE
Known as the swiftness of swallow. A continuous sword attack that not only utilizes the speed but also the swiftness of its movements which results to massive amounts of cuts. Can only be used when using his normal rondine.
OVERDRIVE | LA CALMA DELLA RONDINE
Known as the calm of the swallow. A sword skill that attacks an enemy with one blow but leeches the enemies' health and heal a specific person with the same amount of health. Can only be used when a white mage casts his sword with Enlight or any skill that would coat his sword with light element.
OVERDRIVE | I'IRA DELLA RONDINE
Known as the wrath of the swallow. A devastating attack that focuses the power of the attack on the pointed part of the blade. With the focused strength and power at the single point, it can pierce into anything. Can only be used when a black mage casts his sword with a skill that would envelop the sword with dark element.
OVERDRIVE | IL COLPO CAOS TEMPESTA
Known as the chaos tempest shot. A succession of burst shots of either same or different elements that could defeat, paralyze an enemy or disable a machine. Can only be used when his resolve is pure. (Gun Mage)



|| FEARS/WEAKNESSES

WEAKNESS | SOFT
He is a strong swordsman and gunner but he will not kill any human enemy. Maybe just fight them until they go unconscious or until his goal was done. Even though he does not look like it, he is.
FEAR | LOSING SOMEONE
Because of the loss of his friends, he did not want to see anyone else die. He would do anything to save his friends and people he swore to protect.
WEAKNESS | IMPULSIVENESS
He might be a renowned swordsman but his impulsiveness comes with his trust on his skills. Sometimes he did well but sometimes it got other people in danger.
FEAR | SINSPAWN GUI
Because of the death of his friends, he feared and loathed the Sinspawn Gui. Even though he would love to kill it, in the back of his head, he was afraid that it may kill his new friends as well.



|| OTHER

"Nebulous" as Leone's theme song.

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Light seeped through the windows as the sun made its way up the sky. It was already morning and the buzzing streets were clearly heard all throughout the city. Everyone was just about ready to go about a new day but one talented artist differed. Sulking at a corner of his huge and chaotic unit, Benjamin Aiken Rousseau questioned his incessant failure for the past two weeks. “NO! NO! NO!” He yelled in a very annoyed yet disappointed tone as he stared at his recent unfinished work. “Such disaster…” He continued as he clenched his hair in frustration. It only occurred to him that second that he lacked one thing every artist couldn’t live without; inspiration. Where would he get one in such short notice? Merely two weeks ago, his former muse skedaddled out the front door in such a hurry. She had a reason to leave and it was because she found a man that was richer and looked awfully a lot more gorgeous than the famous artist. After such a thing happen to the artist on a lot of occasions, he taught himself to not get attached to his muses. Now, they were just the bread under his butter. He can change his bread for how many times he wanted but kept the same butter – inspiration – on top. He could get a friend to get him a muse but the issue was if she would be good bread for him. However, if he couldn’t find a muse soon, he should really find a good fallback career.

His pondering kept him on that gloomy corner for hours. He didn’t feel the urge to have something to eat or drink. He sat there questioning himself over and over again. It was not until dark that he stood up, took his coat and went down to wander on the streets. There was nothing different from the times he went out at night for a stroll to clear his head. He reached a small park where he knew most of the homeless went to beg or if it need be, snatch their daily meals. Aiken was not really looking for anything. He was just used to observing his surroundings; hoping an inspiration would come up sooner or later. He watched as most of the homeless were ignored and shoved away. He wouldn’t think of anything wrong about the people begging for their continued existence but the problem was the people who turn their heads away. He was never a bad person but he knew the feelings of people living on the streets way back when he was a mere kid.

As he had enough from walking back on memory lane and without another reason to stay, he turned to go back home. As he was, in an instant, he thought he just saw his new bread. He looked at her way and there she was, talking with the others in a friendly manner yet with a gaze of doubt and mistrust on others that walk their way. She was the one he needed. The one he wanted. Finally, his creativity sparked up within him and he immediately went back home. He picked up a spotless canvas and placed it on his old but trusty easel and started painting. It took him the whole night but alas, he produced a work he had never knew could be done. With his painting done, the client went immediately and looked up by his client. With such a magnificent painting, he was immediately paid for it. After being awake for 48 hours, his rampant ideas inspired by the girl he saw overjoyed him and his need for the girl to be by his side was a must.

That cold night, he ventured out to definitely find her. He went to the park where he saw her but she was not there. He continued his search and finally found her. On a part where no one dared to go to for a very well known reason, Aiken walked slowly with only the light from his flashlight as a guide. His slow stride kept him from hitting anything or anyone but it was hard to even see. With the feeling of anxiousness hitting him, a sudden movement made him jump and by fate, he finally found the girl he was looking for. With anxiousness fading and excitement growing, he eagerly asked a question no one frequently ask to a person from the streets; “Do you want continue living on the streets? Come with me. I’ll give you a place to stay, food to eat, clean clothes and a comfortable bed to sleep on.”

A few days came to pass since Aiken finally found his new inspiration and in those few days, the girl, Elsie, stayed with him. He took care of her and while doing so, he was trying to get her used to having a place she can call ‘home’. Pushing aside his work at the mean time; today was the day they would go shopping for nothing from his former muses’ clothes fit her figure. After going through a lot of clothes, Aiken was actually already hungry and a bit tired. If it weren’t for the salesladies, they would have been sorting through different clothes rack all day. When will this end… Aiken covered his lower face as boredom hit him. It was always like this whenever he had a new muse and they went shopping for clothes. As his yawn subsided, he remembered what happened at their first shop of the day. Elsie came out of the dressing room and asked him a question rather bluntly. Aside from being surprised by the question, he was actually stunned that she finally had said something to him. “A-actually no, your a** looks quite lovely.” He answered as Elsie walked back into the dressing room to change.

It was already their sixteenth shop and as Elsie walked out of the dressing room, she told him about how she had enough and Aiken couldn’t be happier. Catching the clothes, he heard the rumbling noise by her stomach and was humoured by it. “Oh, sure. Sure. We’re done.” Carrying the clothes as he led her out of the store and quickly found a restaurant he liked. “Let’s eat here.” Aiken was greeted by the door of Bugatti Restaurant and was quickly led to a table for four - with the extra seats for the bags. As the server handed the menu, Aiken leaned back and crossed his leg. “Choose what you like. Once you have made up your mind, we’ll call back the man.” Aiken was actually in for the restaurant’s pasta specials – the Ravioli Affumicati. He would like to order a bottle of wine but then he remembered he was the one driving them home. Sad… He thought as he glanced back at Elsie. “So? Found anything you would like to try? Would you like some pizza? How about the Margherita pizza?” Aiken was trying to help and she could actually eat whichever she liked. “As they said; pick your poison.” He smiled but he knew it may not be as humorous as he liked it to be.

Once he knew that she had made up her mind, Aiken called the waiter back. “I would like to have the Ravioli Affumicati and just water as my drink.”] He smiled at the man and handed the menu. The man also took the menu from Elsie as she finished telling him what she would like to have. While waiting for the food, Aiken was actually eyeing Elsie. She actually looked different than the first time he laid his eyes on her. She was really beautiful. It had just been a few days and they haven’t really had a real conversation. At that time, Aiken saw it as an opportunity to get to know her more. “Since you finally said something earlier, how about we continue?” He drank from his glass as soon as the waiter placed it on the table; pausing his intentions. “How about we start with saying something about ourselves?” He crossed his arms and leaned more comfortably on his chair. “Would you care to start?”

out of cookies ;; I'm very sorry for the long post and for it being crappy... My writing will be better at the next post...

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Out at the warmth of the noon sun with the occasional cool breeze; two young people were having their lunch outside an Italian bistro just beside a busy plaza. The young man was rather quite the familiar face while the female was someone who no one knew in the gossip world. With the tip by the constantly peeking civilians, the paparazzi and media quickly made their way to the designated spot. Truly enough, there at one of the bistro’s outside tables was the alleged famous young man being all too friendly with the unknown young woman. Rumours had spread like wildfire and the scandal in which the young man was cheating on his girlfriend was born. As the news spread on the media and was broadcasted nationwide, the young man was bombarded with criticism and hate but in his mind; he knew his goal was fulfilled.

“How dare you cheat on me and with a hideous ugly b*tch!? What have I done to be cheated on!? You know what? We’re done! Go back to that f*cking whore! I don’t want to see your f*cking face ever again!”

Opening his eyes with a quick jolt sitting up; Nickolas woke up with the same dream he had since the night his beloved ex, Cassandra Barone, had broken up with him. Rubbing his eyes with his lower palms (near the wrist), the thought of having the same dream over and over again was always so tiring and despicably depressing – even though he just woke up. It wasn’t easy getting around anywhere with no one not recognizing him as the rising soccer star who cheated on his also famous ex-girlfriend. It was pretty rough the past first few weeks as the paparazzi and media won’t let him off their sights. After a month though, the heat died down and he was a bit relieved. The media always talked about rumours about the reason why he cheated on her and hearing each false information was always so sickening. None of them knew the real reason and why would he even want to tell them? Only one statement was his defense through all the questions and it was, “It was for the best”.

It was just a few days ago that he moved to his new suite in a new building and a new city. It was a new town for him to live in but it was not that hard to check out the area. Why did he move? Well, it was all for an unusual reason; his ex-girlfriend. Was it even unusual? With a month of living without any news about her, he finally found her living in Miami. Without any hesitation, he quickly packed his bags and bought the suite just right next to her. Was he being creepy? He thought maybe a little but what else could he do? He was still pretty much in love with her but because of an important thing that came up, he needed to end it. Sad but who was to say he can’t get her back? The question, however, was whether he would tell her the real reason for his cheating scandal and if she would even believe it. Was it even wrong to save the girl you loved dearly from something that would cause her career? Wasn’t his decision to stage a scandal a better way to save her from it? Wasn’t it better for him to take the fall rather than her? With all the questions in mind, he realized how pathetic he really was.

Stepping out of the elevator, Nick was ready for the day and was heading out to pretty much stalk his ex-girlfriend. He knew not of her plans for the day but he just knew she left to meet with a few friends. What has she planned after? He didn’t know. Just for now, his aim was to find her, find out, and maybe get her to look his way as well. Upon checking the front desk and knowing there wasn’t anything for him, he was ready enough to step outside and begin his quest. Beside him were two lovely ladies and were busy conversing. He wouldn’t want to bother them of course but as soon as he put on his shades, he found out the bad things waiting for him outside. The paparazzi and media personnel were waiting and once he was seen, the photographers and cameramen aimed their cameras his way. “Nick! Nick! Was it true that you moved in this building because of your ex-girlfriend, Cici Barone?” The questions wouldn’t end. “Was it true that you bought the suite beside hers?” Nick wanted to get away but it was still hard to even move with all those men and women wanting something to write in the gossip pages. The hotel security tried their best to protect the soccer mvp from the storming media and once he got in his Estoril Blue Audi S5, he opened his window slightly and bid them farewell. Driving through the streets as he drove away from the media, he quickly headed out to the restaurant his ex would be meeting with her friends.

Parking his car just beside the car he was well familiar with; he stepped outside and was once again over flown by journalists, media and paparazzi. “I have nothing to say to you all for now.” Even though the questions kept on coming, Nick was not really interested on answering any until he heard of a name that was not quite familiar to him. “Nick! Are you aware of the relationship between Walther and Cassandra?” There isn’t any, right? The unfamiliar name was new to him and he wanted to ask but he kept it for himself for now. Even with the peace of his morning was already disturbed, he finally got in and spotted Cici in just a matter of seconds. He asked for a table not too far and not too near hers – just enough to be able to hear what they are talking about. He took the seat where he would have his back facing them. He wouldn’t want to be seen and be called a stalker, right?

“What would you be having, sir?” The waitress asked as she held a pen and a small booklet. “Oh, right. I would love to have a caramel macchiato and a van gogh*.” With his order on paper, the waitress left and all Nick could do was wait and listen. From the first glance he took earlier, Cici was with two men and his bit of jealousy started to get to him. Who were the other two? He took another glance and he finally had a better look of the two strangers. One was someone who he saw on TV most of the time – for he modelled for a bunch of signatures already. What’s his name again? Kel? Carl? Or was it Kellan? Oh well, he was never good with names anyway. Taking his phone from his pant’s back pocket, he checked out the news and daily things he kept himself updated with. It was the team’s day off and it was unlikely he would miss practice. With nothing else to worry about, the only thing he was concerned about was the other man that Cici was with. Was he the man they called ‘Walther’? Nick’s curiosity raised more and it was making him a bit anxious. He wouldn’t want anyone to make a move on Cici before him. That shouldn’t happen. Cici was his and will always be.



overly out character;; Sorry it took a while... Didn't have much time to do the picture... will replace it once I have the time. D;
*van gogh -- sandwich

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Doki doki. Finally, the most awaited day had arrived. All the staff members were busy running around from one place to the other; finalizing and checking that everything was perfectly in place. In fifteen minutes, the curtains would be pulled up and the newly debuted group would perform their first single in front of hundreds of fans. Everyone was preparing for this first live performance and everything should be perfect. Doki doki. As if time was fast-forwarded, it was already the point in time where the members were to go on stage. One by one, each member took hold of their microphones as they went to their places. Doki doki. Cold sweat slowly ran along the back of their necks and their palms - making it a bit hard to hold their microphones without it slipping. The MC's voice echoed throughout the whole concert hall and after a few seconds, the curtains were raised and the hall was filled with screams and chanting voices of the fans. In that instance, the path to fame of the idol group, ROCKY✪ROAD, has officially started.


"If I put my feelings into a wish on a falling star, would it reach you? I’m blending into the scenery so much, that the town is becoming lonely."


Half a year has past and the group ROCKY✪ROAD rapidly grew in fame, number of fans, and busy schedules. The five-membered group, aside from their already busy idol career, had their schedules full of different offers that their managers did not hesitate to accept. From acting roles to commercial offers; each member had their own schedule for the day, and for one of the lead singers and leader of the group, Ayumu Yoshizawa, had her day schedule filled with an acting job for Fuji TV. Ayumu checked her watch as she then gazed outside the car window. placing her chin on her fingers. It was half past eight in the morning and it was good that she was still a bit early. A soft sigh left her lips as nervousness revealed itself. It was the first day of the video shoot and Ayumu felt she was not ready for it. "If only Chiaki-chan did not choose to go to TV Asahi..." Chiaki Fujiwara, also known as Chiaki-chan, was the other lead singer of the group and she had most of the offers. Originally, Chiaki was the one to take up the role in the upcoming drama series of Fuji TV, however, another offer from TV Asahi came later and with her desision to drop the Fuji TV role, it was passed down to the lucky Ayumu.

Arriving at the set, Ayumu was led to the dressing room where her wardrobe designer, make-up artist, manager, and the director were waiting. "Good morning everyone!" She greeted with a bow. "Good morning," everyone greeted back and without any more delay, they all went to work. Ayumu watched as the designers got to work and it made her more nervous. "Ayu-chi, don't be nervous. You'll do fine." Hearing 'Ayu-chi' always made her glare at her manager since she did not want to be called that. "Takahashi-san, please stop calling me Ayu-chi." With a soft giggle, Takahashi smiled at Ayumu, "Aw, come on. We grew up together. It's not like we're strangers." With a slight poke on Ayumu's cheek, Takahashi grinned, "Besides, I'm your manager, I can call you anything I want, A-yu-chi~." With another glare from Ayumu, she straightened up and finally got down to business. "Seriously now, I'm ecstatic that they passed this role to you when Chiaki turned them down. It fits you well." Ayumu let out a smirk, "Yeah, yeah. I know you want me on these kinds of roles - being the girl that is attracted to another girl." Takahashi widely smiled, "Of course. Plus, who is to say that you are not attracted to women? I remember you mentioned a girl's name often. I heard some of your fans were asking who that girl is." Ayumu's eyes widened as she finally processed what her manager just mentioned to her. "W-what did you say!?" But before her manager could reply, a knock was heard from the door and the assistant of the director peeked in, "Ten minutes. The director wants to see the cast before the shoot starts." With a bow, the assistant left and with a few more tweaks, the make-up artist and hair designer were finally done with Ayumu. "It's show time." Takahashi opened the door and both left to the set.

Arriving at the set for the first scene, Ayumu felt her nervousness came rushing back but as Takahashi saw it, she tapped Ayumu's shoulder and a smile. "Good luck. You'll do great." Ayumu let out a small smile as they continued to walk toward the director. When the director saw her, he gladly welcomed her and even chatted with her for a little, until everyone was finally present. The director took the floor; he introduced himself, explained the main plot of the scene to be done that day, and also introduced the crew that would be helping him film this drama series. With the morning briefing done, a fifteen minute break was given to all the cast to mainly get-to-know each other. Ayumu looked around, greeting each cast member she passed. "Yoshizawa-san, I'm glad we're working together in this drama." Ayumu just smiled and agreed but before she could even walk away, the same person mentioned about her partner that she could not believe. "If you are looking for her, she's just there." He motioned and pointed Ayumu to the direction she should take. With a thank you, she walked slowly toward the person she was partnered with for the whole drama, and each step felt heavier as she got closer. Her manager never mentioned whom her 'yuri' partner for this drama was, and the script that was given to her had a missing page where the cast was written.

Standing in front of her was the idol that she had looked up to ever since that incident. Ayumu liked her and there was no way she would not remember her. She was special to her but they were not able to keep in touch. After the debut of this girl in front of her, she had been busy and was not able to meet up anymore, but it was alright. With uneasiness trying to give Ayumu the cold feet, her heart forced her to tap the other girl's shoulder. She bit her lip as she watched the other girl look her way, and once she looked at her, Ayumu instantly introduced herself then took a bow. "Hello. I.. M-My name is Ayumu Yoshizawa. It's nice to meet you again."




"Star-tears are falling on my cheeks. They’re my own tears. They’re not just tears of frustration, they’re definitely proof that I’m alive."






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[Lone Insignificant]

NAO KAEDE KIDO


Twenty-four Ⅱ Female Ⅱ Patient Ⅱ Perfectionist Ⅱ Musically Inclined Ⅱ Pleasant
Twenty four years ago, a baby girl was born in Gifu, Japan, to the Kido family. The baby girl was their first grandaughter and was deemed to be the next in line to uphold their family tradition. This baby girl was named Noa. She lived prosperously but their family was humble. She was raised like any other girl in Japan with a bit of tutoring sponsored by her grandparents, but once she turned eight, that normal life was over. She was accepted as a singer-trainee by one of the well known music labels in Japan. With that added to her already busy schedule, her tutor came more often to keep her from falling behind on her lessons. Well raised by her parents, Noa did not complain and respected her hardships as stepping stones to her growth. She learned to be patient, hardworking, and to juggle two jobs at once. She strives for the best that she could do and for the best results. Luckily for her, even with her busy schedule, she even had time to go out with her friends during her days off. She was always nice and forgiving but she would tell you wrong when it is necessary. She continued her pop idol life even after she got her Bachelors Degree at the age of twenty two. She was content with her life and she would not ask for anything more. Sadly though, a month after graduating and while her group was in Spain for a concert, her grandmother collapsed and was sent to the hospital. It turns out, she was battling cancer for years and none of her children knew. Noa flew back to Japan as soon as the concert was over and with her arrival at the airport, she found out that she was already too late. With the death of her grandmother, she was called a few days later by her grandfather and was finally given the 'scroll' to which she would keep and continue where her grandmother left off as one of the members of 'The Order'. Two years passed, she religiously juggled her idol career and finding the Elemental Keys for the good of the Earth.


Lone Insignificant

[Lone Insignificant]

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Loud music bellowed throughout the concert hall as the concert's signal for the encore. Cheers, chants and screems accompanied the melody, "Blitz! Blitz!", echoed as one strong howl for the famous Japanese group, 'Blitz'. With smoke flowing moving across the stage, the group jumped up from under the stage - one member after the other - and as they were finally complete, 'Kanashiki Heaven' was played.

Blitz just finished their last concert for their world tour, "Blitz & You! - 10th Anniversary World Tour". Nao, one of the lead singers of the group had finally conculded her day and wished to be taken home as soon as possible. "Congratulations! Good work today!", one of the staff members approached her as she stepped out of the dressing room. "Thank you for your hard work." She thanked him and as she was used to, she took a slight bow; forgetting that they were in the United States. As soon as she realized, she straightened herself and saw the staff member looking a bit confused. "Oh, I'm sorry." Nao quickly shook his hand with an awkward smile. "Nao, can I speak with you?" With a tap on her shoulder, Nao jumped slightly but quickly realized who was behind her. The young man escorted her to a nearby parking lot and both entered a black SUV and once they were comfortably inside the SUV, the man turned to Nao with a folder in his hand. "This is your itinerary for the next few weeks." Before he could continue, Nao cut him off with a deep sigh, "Kenta, why is it when you come and see me, you always hand me my job orders?" She sarcastically commented as she took the folder and checked its contents. "Because I am your informant." He answered with a grin but without any response from Nao, Kenta continued her brief. "The Elementals have been summoned, Nao." With a look of disbelief, Nao raised a brow, "Really?" With a nod, he turned a page from the files and pointed at a map, "Some of the senior Order members from the Los Angeles branch witnessed a beam of light last night." Nao read the report while letting Kenta explain, "The beam was witnessed from a mountain. According to them, a nearby school has a tradition of sending the students who just graduated to go camping there." Closing the folder, she turned to Kenta with a smile, "And they want me to go there and investigate it?" With another nod, Kenta signaled the driver from the rear-view mirror that they should get on their way. "Precisely." With that, they were on their way to Los Angeles, California.

Arriving at LA half past eight in the morning, their first stop was to a coffee shop to indulge Nao's craving of white chocolate mocha. After another unscheduled stop, they finally arrived at the school that was said to have sent students to the nearby mountain. Waiting for them by the entrance was one of the teachers, "Good morning. Welcome to Wolverly High. I'm Emily Gardner." With a smile, Nao shook her hand, "Good morning to you too. It is an honor to be here, Ms. Gardner. I'm Nao Kido and this here is Kenta Ito." Ms. Gardner took both Nao and Kenta on a tour of the school's grounds while chatting about the tradition, "Yes, there are recently graduated students at the mountain right now. They were there since yesterday." Nao took out a small notebook where she writes down information that she deemed important, "OK, what are they doing there?" She was curious, yes. What was the business of the students up there? "Oh, it is the school's tradition to send the newly graduates there to let loose." What did the teacher mean? "Let loose?" Nodding, Ms. Gardner stopped by her desk at her classroom, "Yes, letting them party until they drop. They deserve it." That was actually not what she was expecting. She thought the excursion on the mountain was something spiritual. Come on, mountains and spiritual practices go together. However, pushing that thought away, she took the directions to the mountain and the list of the students that joined the trip."And how long are they staying there?" With a slight laugh, Ms.Gardner answered, "Well, as far as I know, they won't be coming down soon. They'll be waking up late and definitely with painful hangovers."

"What do you think?" Kenta asked as they walked back to their vehicle. "I think we should go hiking." With their next destination in mind, they went straight to the mountain. On the way there, Nao contacted the LA office and informed them of their whereabouts and their next destination. "We need to secure the Elementals once we find out who they are, and we need to hurry." After leaving the vehicle half a kilometer away, climbing the mountain was not that hard. A bit tiring but not hard. Nao was determined to find the chosen ones. It did not look like it but she really spent her free time searching for the chosen ones. In fact, having free time was rare for her and using it to search for them was important to her. Aside from her day to day job as a singer, she was also a member of The Order who was sworn to help the chosen ones. Since joining the organization two years ago, Nao was trained by her mother of the ways of being an investigator. Their family was known for their thorough and detailed investigation methods and Nao needed to learn everything for the past two years. It was like going to cram school the whole day instead of going after school. "Are we there yet?" Nao turned to Kenta who was three metres behind, "We're nearly there. Hurry up or mountain lions might hunt you down." With a worried expression, Kenta built up most of his strength and quickly caught up with Nao. "Oh good, you're not lagging behind anymore." With a slight laugh, Nao slapped Kenta's back. "A-are there really mountain lions here?" Kenta nearly fell down after his sprint to catch up and with a shrug, Nao grinned before letting out another laugh, "I don't know. We will find out sooner or later." With a smirk, she started walking again and not that long, they finally arrived at the site.

Reviewing list of students and their pictures, Nao and Kenta were trying to see where each student was at the time. They were near the site but not on it yet. It is their job as investigators to observe first before making contact. There were not a lot of students walking around at the moment and Nao guessed most were still in bed or trying to deal with their ridiculously straining headaches. Why? The mess around the place just gave it away, and to quote Ms.Gardner, 'partying till they drop'. But as they observed the place a bit longer, she observed a few were already waking up. At one end, a girl was confronting some guys on their truck then a guy approaching her. At another spot, Kenta mentioned about two girls getting close to another student. Nothing really suspicious going on. "What do you think, Nao? Is it time to make contact?" Kenta was already bored of observing and luckily, Nao was too. "Yeah, let's go." Nao led the way to the site and at first, they just walked around without talking to anyone. Just listen and observe. At some point, they split up and investigated by themselves.

It was weird to see the students looking her way all the time when she past them, but it was nothing to her now. Who would blame them? She looked different and being aware of what people might think of her would affect her work, so it was better without it. What she needed to know now was who among the students here were the chosen ones.

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where :: campsite
with :: no one
what :: looking around
mood :: intrigued

[Lone Insignificant]

The ball is in play… One more right play and it could be the beginning or the end. The quarter back should be protected at all cost!

A loud cracking sound came from the nearly empty locker room of the Ridgewood Bull Frogs, followed by a deafening cry. “DAMN IT!” Members from the university’s football team walked out, one after the other with long faces. Was it possible that they lost the game? “You should stop hammering your locker, Lev. Look at that big dent you made. Coach would yell at you again when he sees it.” Leaning on the locker named ‘EVANS’; Marc, or as everyone knew as the Quarter Back, gave a stern look at the person beside him. The other grunted with dissatisfaction. Marc let out a grin. “We lost, so what?” Yes. They lost the match and came up second. It was a tragic and disappointing home fight. Who knew that the undefeated Bull Frogs would finally get a 0-1?

With another grunt, the man beside Marc stood up and looked at him fiercely. “You did not screw up!” Lev Benjamin Colton cried in anguish. Lev was one of the team’s Guards and he was responsible for blocking incoming defenders from the opposing team. “C’mon man! You were not the one who screwed up!” Marc countered as he twirled the football in between his palms. “You need to calm down…” Marc took a slight glance on the ball in his hands, “And I just had an idea on how to do it.” He snickered as he looked back up at Lev. “Meet me back here in an hour. And… better change to something you can just throw away when things get messy.” Another grin plastered the Quarter Back’s face before leaving the frustrated Guard alone.

Heaving a heavy sigh, Lev shook his head as he took hold of the hammered locker’s knob and luckily, it opened. He took all his necessities out and dumped all of it in his gym bag; zipped it and finally left the locker room. With nothing to do in the spare hour before he and Marc would meet back in the locker room, Lev decided to buy food nearby. With pain still lingering in his thoughts, he can’t help but watch as the last play kept on playing inside his head. Suddenly, a warm sensation crept down on his left leg and when he came to, the trainee waiter that looked like a geeky college student kept on apologizing beside him. Finally coming back to his senses, he stood up quickly and looked down at his pants; “WHAT THE HELL!” He yelled; realizing that the trainee spilt hot coffee from being too clumsy. Lev dropped his unfinished burger on the table and took hold of the apologizing male. “YOU IDIOT!” Pulling his arm away as he balled his fist, ready to do its bidding on the poor guy’s face, but the shout of the manager of the joint stopped him just in time. The woman apologized in behalf of her subordinate but mentioned that violence was not tolerated in the joint and he was asked to leave. Clenching his teeth, Lev reluctantly let go of the geek and whispered a small threat, “Be careful. Next time, your manager might not be there to save you.” He can't help it. He was tense, frustrated and in hate. He could have reacted differently if it weren't for his pained pride. Lev finished his drink in a gulp before picking up his bag and walking out of the disappointing burger joint.

It may be a bad memory for Lev and he might have gone overboard, but it was a good thing it happened. If it was not for that coffee, he would have been late on his meeting with the Quarter Back. Entering the locker room a few minutes late from his call time, he took caution as he heard voices in what seemed like an argument between Marc and a few others. Walking towards the showers, Lev spotted Marc with the two Tacklers of the team. “You should have protected me, Lucas.” There was a quiet pause but there was tension in the air. Lucas sneered. “I did what I could, Marc. We can’t always protect you. You need to do an even greater job than what you are used to!” The other Tackler, Justin, let out small laugh and Marc took notice. “What is funny about that, Justin? You think siding with Lucas would give you the upper hand?” Another laugh echoed from the two before Justin answered, “Of course I do, Marc. It is two against one here. We have the upper hand with our strength combined.” Lucas let out an evil grin, “It looks like your back-up chickened out.” With another sly grin coming from the two, Lev couldn’t hold it in anymore. “You two should just admit your faults before HE gets pissed.” Marc calmly mentioned a warning but the two ignored it. “You mean the BEAST? Where is he, huh? You should have trained him bett-” With full force, Lev suddenly stepped out of the shadows and tackled Justin as hard as he could; stopping Lucas with his arrogant comment.

“I warned you.” Marc hissed under his own grin and before Lucas could say anything, he was met by Lev’s left fist, connecting with his right cheek. “Now, now, Lev. We just need to teach them a lesson. We can’t use them when they are fully injured.” With a fierce kick on his abdomen, Lucas cringed but he would not dare make a sound. Lev, also known as the football team’s beast, would gladly take him out with just an approval from its master. With another kick, Marc pulled Lev away before he could deal any more damage. “I expect you two to buff up in the next match. We can’t afford another loss.” With that done, Lev followed Marc out and into the streets of the campus.

Walking back to their frat house, Marc flashed a smile at the beast as he stopped on his tracks. “Say, have you seen the new prospects this morning?” Lev raised an eyebrow in confusion. “You know; the newly pledged in our sorority counterpart? They were at it for a few weeks now.” Lev just shook his head. “You are no fun at times.” Marc snickered but continued on, “I am interested on one of them. She looks like the type that is easy to score with. Claire mentioned her name.” Thinking hard, Marc shifted his head from one side to the other but couldn’t remember. “I’ll just get to know her tomorrow. We have the joint party for welcoming our new brothers and sisters, remember?” Lev just kept quiet as if he was mute. “What do you say we have a bet?” With a smirk, Marc turned to look at Lev, “When I get to sleep with her in a month, you need to go out with Claire.” Lev responded with a glare. “You mean your ex?” Marc just laughed before opening the door to the Zeta Lambda Mu lodge, “Yeah. She could be a pain but she wants you and she will not stop until she gets what she wants. For me, this is a chance to stop her whining.” With one last look at the beast, Marc left for his room. Lev knew he has no escape on this. He just wished this ‘new girl’ would not give in to his master in a month.

out of cookies ;; I'm very sorry for the crappy post... My writing will be better at the next...

[Lone Insignificant]

T’was a cold August day where children woke up early to freshen up, brush their teeth, fix their school things and then await for the school bus to pick them up and drive them to school. It was not just any normal cold day but it was Monday – the day that everyone hated. However, there was this small cheerful boy that did everything that was listed except hating Mondays. He was even very eager and prepared for this special Monday. Why was it special? Well, it was sharing day. It was a day where every kid in class would share their own opinions or stand, depending on the topic for the week and for that week; the topic was about, ‘How do you see yourself ten years from now?’

As class began, Ms. Simmons, the adviser of the grade 6, section A, did not hesitate to start the activity. One after the other, students stood in front and shared how they saw themselves ten years from then. As each student finished, the excitement of the small boy grew with each passing time. “Milo, it is your turn.” Ms. Simmons was not yet done speaking when Milo already stood on their small stage. “OK Milo, how do you see yourself ten years from now?” Milo pulled up his drawing for the class to see, “Ten years from now, I would have graduated college, majoring in Criminology and would be serving the country as a cop.” Ms. Simmons wrote on her student list and marked Milo present. She also scribbled ‘policeman’ beside his name. “That is incredible Milo. I will surely look need your help in the future.” She made a small gesture for Milo to sit down, but he was surely not finished sharing. “And after three years of experience on the field, I will send an application to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.” He turned his drawing to show his other sketch where he became an FBI agent. “Then maybe someday, I will join the CIA and become the greatest spy!” He exclaimed in excitement. But the class bully let out a snort. “Mister Smarty-pants! The teacher said ten years from now. Not your career plan!” Loud laughter echoed inside the classroom which made little Milo sad. “Now children, settle down. It was not good to make fun of Milo. He knows what he wants to be and we should support him.” The class responded with an ‘ok’. “Well then, Milo? Don’t mind them. Just push through, OK? You’ll be the best spy ever!” With those words, a huge smile plastered Milo’s face as he walked back to his seat. Little Milo Pierre Brant was one of the brightest students in his grade level and the teachers believed that if he said he will be able to do it, then he definitely would succeed.

Ten years from then on, he did graduate with a degree of MS Criminology and with great honors. He was aiming for with highest honors but he had problems with math, which was the subject he literally despised. His parents were still very proud of him and they were happy he was pursuing his dream. After three years of service as a local policeman, he sent his application to the FBI; passed two phases of written exams, got himself a ‘Conditional Letter of Appointment’, gone through rigorous background checks and physical fitness test, and lastly, a medical examination. In the age of twenty-four, he was accepted into the FBI family.

A year in the force and Agent Brant was already joining the top list of FBI Agents who solved or were helpful to a lot of high profile cases. But for the first time in his life, he actually felt defeated. With a year of fulfilling his duty and solving all the cases that came his way with flying colours; a meeting with their chief in the special agent division, tore his high hopes on becoming a CIA agent in the near future. That meeting with Agent White almost made him lose his mind! He could not accept the fact that all his hard work went down the drain in a flash; and for what? A special mission where he would look after or ‘babysitting’ a twenty year old female - targeted by the infamous Dragon mafia that the FBI and CIA were cautious about. ‘How lucky he was’, he thought. The mission was to pretend they were newlyweds and would be relocated in a remote town. Far off that no one literally would take the time to check out or even consider. “Newlyweds… that is just great.”

Finally walking up from his uncomfortable slumber, Milo almost cursed the very helpful love seat as he rubbed his eyes to wake. When his vision cleared and finally had the urge to stand up; he flexed his back to loosen up his sore muscles. It was not until he was done using the bathroom when he realized that the bed in front of him was empty. “Where in the world!?” He hissed under his clenching teeth as he quickly; holstered his .40 calibre Smith & Wesson Glock on his belt then swiped his wallet, room key, and his burner phone off the table. He also took his denim jacket with him on his way out and almost jog down the stairs in a hurry. He was being optimistic that she might still be in the premises but there was a chance that she ran off and that was what he was afraid off.

Luckily, after almost looking around the place, he found his missing kid in the dining room. He entered and was in no mood to talk to the other people in the room and his only goal was to get to the kid he was babysitting. On his way though, the owner seemed to have noticed him and abruptly stopped him on his tracks. “Ah! Mr. Brant! Good morning to you.” She greeted and Milo had no reason to ignore her and it would be rude of him if he did. “Oh. Good morning to you too, ma’am.” He glanced at Natalia at the back before smiling back at the woman in front of him. The owner followed his gaze before letting out a small giggle. “Did you have a good night’s rest, Mr. Brant? I heard you two had a long night.” Milo stared at her in silence. He had a slight idea of what the lady meant but he had no idea how to answer. The couple by the table chuckled as they witnessed his silence. “C’mon man, nothing to be quiet about. The first is always an unforgettable experience.” The owner and the man laughed. “Dear,” the wife of the man smiled, “Don’t tease the man. It is clear he is shy about it. Let him be.” The man laughed once again before focusing back on his breakfast.

Milo had no idea how the conversation trailed off like that and it left him rooted on where he stood with his mind trying to catch up. “Don’t worry Mr. Brant. Your secret is safe with me.” The female owner tapped his arm before heading out of the dining room. When finally the attention to him was gone, he continued to walk towards Natalia. Who knew the small distance from the door to his destination took him a while to cover? Sitting down beside her, Milo leaned in close to speak to her. “Why did you leave the room without telling me?” He really disliked his current job but it was still literally his job. Letting his new wife roam around without any protection was unacceptable. Sighing, he asked himself again why he was here instead of solving cases that would change his career for the better. He shook his thoughts away soon after. 'Let us just take this one day at a time, he told himself as he cleared his throat and helped himself on his own cup of coffee.

Breakfast was quiet until his burner phone chimed. A coded message popped up and he answered with no hesitation. It was his chief asking for an update and he responded with the same code pattern and told him they were still trying to make their way to their destination. Tucking his phone back in his pants’ pocket, Milo quickly finished his coffee and stood from his seat. “Time to go,” He simply said as he gestured for Natalia to follow him to the front desk. “Ah. The lovely Brant couple. Why leaving so soon?” With a smile, Milo handed over the room key to the woman. “Yes well, we still have a long drive ahead of us.” The woman showed them the numbers they owed her and Milo paid her in cash as to not leave any trail behind. The lady happily accepted and bid them farewell.

Five hours of driving with an occasional stop at gas stations and going in and out of the border, the newlyweds finally arrived at the town where they will start anew. The little town of Angle Inlet, Minnesota, was the perfect place to hide. Not only was it a hard place to get to but its small population and only a few that go there would help out with the mission entirely. Parking the car on their driveway, Milo helped Natalia out of the pick-up before finally unlocking the front door of their new home.


out of cookies;; hope this was worth the wait.