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 Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:13 pm
Table of Contentsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 1. Table of Contents
2. Song
3. Story
4. Rules
5. Profiles Table of Contents ✧ Song ✧ Story ✧ Rules ✧ Profiles
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:20 pm
SongxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAssassin by John Mayer
I work in the dead of night
When the roads are quiet, no one is around
To track my moves, racing the yellow lights
To find the gate is open, she's waiting in the room
I just step on through
You get in, you get done and then you get gone
You never leave a trace, or show your face, you get gone
Should've turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again
Enter the morning light
To find the day is burning the curtains and the wine
In a little white room
Though I'm not alone, her head is heavy on me
She's sleeping like a child
What could I do
You get in, you get done and then you get gone
You never leave a trace, or show your face, you get gone
Should've turned around and left before the sun came up again
But the sun came up again
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
Suddenly I'm in over my head and I can hardly breathe
Suddenly I'm floating over her bed and I feel everything
Suddenly I know exactly what I did, but I can not move a thing
And suddenly I know exactly what I've done
And what it's gonna mean to me, mean to me
I'm gone
I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too
She's an assassin
She's an assassin
She's an assassin
She's an assassin and she had a job to do Table of Contents ✧ Song ✧ Story ✧ Rules ✧ Profiles
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 5:37 pm
Storyxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxσnce, there was an assassin. He was the best of the best. He had killed every target that he had ever been assigned, cleanly, of course. No one could surpass him.
During this time, there was also an FBI agent. He was their biggest asset. He could perform any given task in a snap. Every assignment was a breeze for him, and he always succeeded.
Now they are both middle aged men. The assassin has a son, and the FBI agent, a daughter. Lately, the assassin can't kill as well as he used to, so he has been training his son to help him out and take over when he could no longer perform his given task. The FBI agent, although extremely protective of his daughter, has been helping her to learn the tricks of the trade, hoping that she could assist him.
The assassin has a target: the FBI agent. The FBI agent, along with his many other tasks that he must fulfill to keep the country intact, has a new task: find the assassin and dispose of him. Now that they are on each other's tails, this could be a tricky battle which needs help from the offspring.
Now, here's a crazy thought. What if the assassin's son and the agent's daughter started to have feelings for one another? Could they possibly put aside their differences and the horrific circumstances that they are in and develop that little thing called love? Or will their jobs get in the way? ☠ Table of Contents ✧ Song ✧ Story ✧ Rules ✧ Profiles
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 7:57 pm
Rulesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx☠ Do NOT post here unless you are either me or Dripping Angel Blud. However, you are welcome to read along. No harm done there!
☠ Follow Gaia ToS. Pretty simple, right?
☠ Keep it PG-16. Romance is encouraged, obviously, as well as some action, drama, suspense... but if it gets steamy, time skip. Sorry, but I don't really feel like taking these things to PMs.
☠ Absolutely NO, and I mean NO, ♡ love at first sight! ♡ Develop a real relationship. Instant love is boring. And I don't have any proof of it existing. If it does, well, I'm jealous of the lucky people that have it. Hope it lasts. Just not here. Just, no.
☠ Godmodding is stupid. Don't do it.
☠ LITERACY. I can't even stress that enough. No one-liners, no text-talk, focus on your grammar, stuff like that. At least one paragraph if writers' block is really getting to you. I usually like a few paragraphs. Not too many to be an essay, but something descriptive. I want to work with something juicy. Oh, and I love pretty posts. Color, pic, quote possibly, designs if necessary.
☠ Most of all, have fun! I'm mainly saying this to myself and Dripping Angel Blud, but for those of you who are going to read along, well I hope you enjoy it too! ♥
Table of Contents ✧ Song ✧ Story ✧ Rules ✧ Profiles
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Posted: Thu Dec 30, 2010 8:09 pm
Profilesxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx[size=9][i][color=color1]"(How the character would greet someone)"[/color][/i][/size]
[align=center][img](Anime Picture of Character)[/img][/align]
[align=right][size=9][i][color=color1]"(Something the character would say)"[/color][/size][/i][/align]
[align=right][color=color2][b]Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is:[/b] (Name)[/color]
[color=color1][b]I have blown out[/b] (Age) [b]candles in my life so far.[/b][/color]
[color=color2][b]I am about[/b] (Height) [b]tall and weigh about[/b] (Weight) [b]pounds.[/b][/color]
[color=color1][b]Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am:[/b] (Personality)[/color]
[color=color2][b]You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... [/b] (Biography, about a paragraph long or so)[/color][/align]
[color=color1][b]Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme![/b]
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes
✓ Likes (Feel free to add more)[/color]
[color=color2][b]*Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you![/b]
✗ Dislikes
✗ Dislikes
✗ Dislikes
✗ Dislikes
✗ Dislikes (Feel free to add more)[/color]
[color=color1][b]Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now:[/b] (Any other relevant information about the character)[/color]
[color=color2][b]The tune running through my head all day:[/b] (Favorite song or song that's relevant to the character)[/color]
[color=color1][b]Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me:[/b] (Username)[/color]
[align=center][size=9][i][color=color2]"(Some lyrics from song stated above)"[/color][/i][/size][/align] "Hi There" "I'm here to help my father" Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is: Adonia
I have blown out 17 candles in my life so far.
I am about 5'6 tall and weigh about 115 pounds.
Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am: -Nice
-Clumsy
-Compassionate
- Easily Angered
- Confused on what I really want.
You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... My mother gave me up for adoption and that's when Drew, my new father, adopted me when I was 5. He is, and always will be my father. A few years ago my mother came back for me and tried to take me back. Luckily she couldn't legally and I got to stay with my father. We found her a few months later, dead. She had been taking drugs and overdosed. My father is a cop, FBI agent to be exact and I plan to be one as well once I pass high school and get into college. I'll be able to crack down on anyone with my father's experience in me. Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Nature
✓ Photography
✓ Books
✓ Late nights watching football
✓ Helping people *Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Spiders
✗ The sound of chewing
✗ People who break the law
✗ Fire
✗ Rain Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: There will always be a part of me that questions what I really want to be. Dad wants me to be a cop, he says I have a gift for it. I'll always question my future. The tune running through my head all day: Gone Forever by Three Days Grace Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me: Dripping Angel Blud "I feel so much better
Now, that you're gone forever
I tell myself that I don't
Miss you at all
I'm not lying, denying
That I feel so much better now
That you're gone forever" "Hello. I'm not here for chitchat." "No distractions. I have a job to do." Well, hello. I don't understand how you can't possibly know me, but my name is: Mason Collins
I have blown out 18 candles in my life so far.
I am about 6'3" tall and weigh about 170 pounds.
Sometimes I put on a front, but this is how I truly am: Although my exterior seems hard, I am still very sensitive. When I open up to someone, which hardly ever happens, I have a good sense of humor and love to laugh. If I ever find a girl that really strikes my fancy, I can be quite romantic. I am protective of the ones that I love, and will do anything for them. However, to the rest of the world, I am quite cold. I'm serious, focused, and determined. I don't try to make too much conversation unless I like them. Otherwise, forget about cracking my hard shell.
You want to know my life story? Are you serious? That's a bit intrusive, but if you must know... I come from a family of assassins, and trust me, we are good at what we do. However, there is always a dangerous, fatal price of being an assassin. I lived a nice life with my mother, my father, and my younger sister Lily. Well, that was the case until my mother was killed. I was only seven years old, and Lily was only three. Apparently, before my father came back from a mission, someone threatened him. "You'd better watch yourself, Collins, because someday you will be the one to face the death of a loved one," my father had quoted when he told me the story. A week later, a knife protruded from her chest. My family has been scarred now. My father had to send Lily away to my Aunt Stephanie all the way across the country. I haven't seen her for five years. Ever since my mother's murder, my father has taught me about being an assassin, and now I help him, especially since he is getting older and can't seem to do well enough on his own. One day, we will avenge my mother's death. Ooh! I love these! Gimme gimme!
✓ Music
✓ Helping dad
✓ Reading
✓ The woods
✓ The dark *Gasp* Oh the horror! Keep these away! Please! I beg you!
✗ Being around too many people
✗ The cold
✗ Feeling trapped
✗ Decisions
✗ Being touched Anything else you must know about me? Well, I'll say that now: I don't actually like the fact that people should be killed. Death is not exactly the answer to all of our problems. I remember that Mom never liked the idea of killing, either. Dad says that I'm a lot like her... that's probably why he avoids me sometimes... but back to the subject matter. I don't like this job. I want to help people, not kill them and scar their families the way mine has been scarred. But I would never tell Dad that. I have a job to do. The tune running through my head all day: Assassin by John Mayer Maybe I'm just crazy, but I feel like someone's controlling me: Eva-Aisha-Luv "I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing
I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too..." Table of Contents ✧ Song ✧ Story ✧ Rules ✧ Profiles
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 1:31 pm
 "We help serve and protect. Father always knows what's best" •°o.ღAdonia Willow Tavernღ.o°• POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST POST
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 1:57 pm
"No time for chitchat. No distractions. I have a job to do..." xxxxxxxxxxxxMason C O L L I N S
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Mason is walking, hitting someone, eating... he's doing something. "Guys, shut up! Mason is saying something!" Let's look inside Mason's thoughts because Mason is thinking right now...
Someone else around Mason is doing something. "Someone else is talking, people! Let's listen!" Someone else is thinking...=========== ☠ =========== "I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen.
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing...
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...I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 2:45 pm
"We help serve and protect. Father always knows what's best" •°o.ღAdonia Willow Tavernღ.o°• Adonia looked out her window, knowing that her father would come home soon. It was lunch time and he had promised to take her to the office, since she had no school that day. He would teach her more of what she would need to learn. She opened her laptop and sighed, " I need to find a college by the time school ends. Dad told me to..." She muttered, searching on Google for police schools. It was then when she heard her father drive up the drive way. Her laptop closed and she ran downstairs to greet him.
He was in his suit, as usual. His tie a dark blue and his hat matched it. On the hat, in yellow lettering read FBI. Adonia smiled lightly and hugged him. It was then that she noticed his hug wasn't as pleasant. "What's wrong??" she asked, concern in her eyes. He didn't usually come home with the problems from work. "There... There's been another murder. Seems like it's the same guy. We haven't caught him yet." He answered but shook his head and walked toward the door of the house and grabbed some keys,"But don't worry about it. I made a promise, now let's go to my work. I'll have you do some filing first and then you can go outside and take a walk" He gave a small smile. Adonia nodded and went to the passenger side of the car and sat down."But do I?" ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2011 3:45 pm
"No time for chitchat. No distractions. I have a job to do..." xxxxxxxxxxxxMason C O L L I N S
The Assassin's Sonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx =========== ☠ =========== Mason sat in his seat at his father's "office," as was the discreet term used on the street, leaning back to stare at the gray, peeling ceiling. There was hardly anything for him to do when his dad wasn't around. He couldn't hang out with his friends because he hardly had any friends. His only "friends" were his father, which was depressing, his father's closest colleagues, which was even more depressing, and one other guy in his grade named Austin. That one wasn't very depressing except for the fact that Austin was a social butterfly while Mason was pretty much antisocial, therefore no one paid any attention to Mason, but everyone wanted to be around Austin, "the hottest guy in the school," as every girl seemed to believe. Austin, of course, was hung over from a party the night before, so he couldn't have saved Mason from this torture. Therefore, he had to resort to the only friends left: his father's colleagues.
Mason sat up in his seat, looking across the long conference table at his father's colleagues who were chatting at the other end of the table. He leaned on the table and stared at them blankly, slipping into a daze. He became oblivious to the rest of the world and just sat there, thinking about absolutely nothing. It was almost as if he wasn't even fully on Earth. This moment of bliss was ruined abruptly by the colleagues.
"So, Mason, how's school?" asked Angela, one of the perkiest people that Mason had ever met. Her eyes were rimmed with round glasses, and her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail. As she spoke, she had the tendency to bob her head, and her ponytail bobbed right along with it.
Mason shrugged. "Okay, I guess," he replied gruffly. He was in no mood for small talk. Heck, he was never in the mood for talking to anyone except for his father and Austin. And Lily and Aunt Stephanie, of course, but he hadn't heard from them in three years, and hadn't seen them for five. Buzz. Buzz. His cell phone vibrated in the palm of his hand. A text message from his dad popped up on the screen:
The deal has been closed.
That was their code for "the target has been killed." It was code just in case any one was snooping, which was very likely. Mason grinned and slid the phone to the other side of the conference table. He started to play with the chain around his neck, but was disrupted by the cheers from the other side of the room. He shook his head and chuckled. Who knew death would bring people such joy? he asked himself as he looked at the ceiling again. His father would be coming back to the office to pick him up, and then they would go for lunch.=========== ☠ =========== "I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen.
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing...
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...I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 6:30 pm
"We help serve and protect. Father always knows what's best" •°o.ღAdonia Willow Tavernღ.o°• As she leaned her head against the window of the car, her father looked at her, "Adonia, I can be late for a little. They understand I'm picking you up. How about we go to lunch" He sounded sympathetic. He knew she didn't like the idea that someone had died and they didn't have many clues on the case. Her father was close though. He found a few clues. At least they knew that it was someone near their aread.
She looked over at her father. His wrinkles starting to set in his forehead, showing signs of frowning and age. He hadn't shaved that morning and stubble ran across his jaw. Obviously he was stressed if he forgot something like that. Adonia nodded, "Sure. How about the diner? It's close enough to the station" She suggested. 'Maybe when I'm done filing at the office, I can look at the clues and figure out who is killing all of these people. Then that would prove to everyone at the station that I have what it takes to be one of them, like dad' She thought to herself. A small smile set on her face as she thought of how it would be to solve the case all by herself. They walked into the diner a few moments later and ordered their food, not rushing anything for the moment."But do I?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 02, 2011 7:38 pm
"No time for chitchat. No distractions. I have a job to do..." xxxxxxxxxxxxMason C O L L I N S
The Assassin's Sonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx =========== ☠ =========== Mason waited a few more minutes for his father to pull up into the parking lot, slam the door behind him, and walk into the office whooping out loud. Soon enough, there it was. "Yeah, baby! Look who the big man is now!" His colleagues joined in, as usual, but Mason blocked them out as he walked over towards his father, grinning wildly. "Dad, quick, get ready and let's go out for lunch." His father looked at him with a sad smile, and Mason's own grin vanished. "Sorry, kid, but I'm gonna have to take a rain check on that one. I have to research some more, and then I'm heading out with the others."
Mason glared at his father. This had been the fifth time this month, and the month had only just begun. "You promised, just like you did all those other times, but hey, I come second. Actually, no. I come last, I guess. I'm taking care of myself here. But please, don't let me get in your way. I'd hate to be a bother." By the time Mason was done with his speech, his father and colleagues had already left the conference room. Looks like I'm heading to the diner on my own again...
Mason drove over to the diner by the station and parked in his usual spot out back. Then he slipped in through the doors. No one really noticed him. This was his normal routine whenever his dad upset him, so they figured that they would cook up the usual. Mason slid into a stool at the counter and greeted Blanche, his usual waitress. "Hey, Blanche. The--" "Usual, sweet cheeks, I know. We gotcha covered." Blanche chuckled and turned to a man a few seats away and served him coffee. Mason observed the diner nonchalantly, but was surprised to see his father's target sitting with a girl. Was it really him? It certainly looked like him, except he had some stubble now. And the girl must have been his daughter. I bet that the target cares for HIS kid. I was stuck with a careless father...They had just ordered, apparently. He was astonished, but he turned away quickly so no one would notice his bewildered look. Even though this is a huge find, like hell am I gonna tell Dad. He doesn't make any time for me. Well then, he can go find the target himself for all I care. He took a sip of his Diet Coke indignantly while he looked out the window. He sighed, wishing his father was something more... legal. But no. His father seemed to be the cause of his problems, and Mason had had enough.=========== ☠ =========== "I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen.
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing...
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...I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too..."
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Posted: Mon Jan 03, 2011 8:35 pm
"We help serve and protect. Father always knows what's best" •°o.ღAdonia Willow Tavernღ.o°• Adonia looked over at the newcomer who came to the diner. He looked slightly familiar but she couldn't figure out who it was. She looked over at her father and smiled, "So, do we have any leads yet? For the murder?" She asked, a bit excited on how they figured it all out. Her father gave her a scolding look. She knew better than to ask that when they were in a public place. It wasn't like anyone was there that could be the suspect, but word travels fast. "I didn't mean names ,Dad, I'm just wondering if you guys have any ideas on who it could be" She gave an apologetic look.
Her father finished a bite of his food and then looked at her, "Without names... Hmm" He thought for a second, "We have a few people we are going to be looking at. They fit the description one of the witnesses had. Of course it was dark so they couldn't see any detail on the person, but they saw how tall they were and everything" He finished.
Adonia smiled a little, "I'll look at the evidence and see if I have anything after my run" She replied as her father paid the bill. They walked back to his car toward the police station."But do I?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 04, 2011 2:05 pm
"No time for chitchat. No distractions. I have a job to do..." xxxxxxxxxxxxMason C O L L I N S
The Assassin's Sonxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx =========== ☠ =========== Mason glanced back at the girl sitting with the target, then turned back to Blanche, who had his food in her hands. "Ah, I see you're checking out that little lady over there, honey," she said with a wink. "Nice choice. She's a cutie." Mason rolled his eyes at Blanche. "Blanche, I've told you before that I'm not interested in a relationship. I was just looking because she and the man sitting with her, whom I can assume is her father, look very familiar." Blanche snorted before getting back to work.
A relationship... yeah right, Blanche... he thought to himself as he watched the girl and her father out of the corner of his eye while eating quickly. Usually, he would have taken his sweet time, but today he felt like keeping a close eye on the target and his daughter, so he didn't want to miss anything by not being able to follow them if necessary. Somewhat listening in on the conversation, he knew what they were talking about: the murder committed by Mason's own father. Mason wanted to slam his already clean plate on the counter when he heard the conversation. He realized that people were already looking for the murderer, which could be bad for his father. But then again, he figured that he already practically lived alone without his father's help, and he was allowed to live on his own without parents, so if they took away his father, his own skin would be safe, at least.
Noticing the target was leaving with his daughter, he decided to see what he could find out about them, so he hurriedly paid Blanche and left the diner, getting into his car and deciding to discreetly follow them around the town. He was going to find out this information even if it meant interaction. =========== ☠ =========== "I was a killer, was the best they'd ever seen.
I'd steal your heart before you ever heard a thing...
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...I'm an assassin and I had a job to do
Little did I know that girl was an assassin too..."
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