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 Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:36 pm
Sienna was somewhat cool when she was first greeted and entered the mansion, and kept her stance rather aloof. She warmed a bit when she was escorted to the room where two others waited, although she didn't speak to them. Merely sat back, and watched. She made a point of skipping the food, for obvious reasons that had to do with a gripping paranoia.
When everyone had assembled and Wimbleton instructed them to introduce themselves, she took a cue from the man who had called himself simply "Drake", and used only her first name. As if it wouldn't be enough to track her down later, if that was someone's intent. Still, every precaution that could be allowed, she would have to take advantage of.
Finally John Wimbleton actually got to the point of the entire endeavor. Not that she didn't find it interesting to sit back and examine the somewhat mismatched group, which had apparently been selected for a very important task. When he had finished speaking, Sienna waited a few moments before throwing her own thoughts in. She noted the quickness with which the short, very pretty woman answered, and the way that the suave Angelo Deimos made a bit of a show of accepting.
Sienna leaned forward as she waited for the answer to Angelo's question. The question hadn't been what she'd expected--a thousand things ran through her head that she would have asked before that, you see--but she was, nonetheless, very interested to hear the response.
By the glint in her silvery-green eyes, it was clear that she was already in. She wondered about the others, though...could they be trusted? She glanced around the room. Drake, she believed, was probably okay. He was acting too sketchy about the whole ordeal to be a spy, she figured. The pretty woman--Aggie?--didn't seem like a likely candidate for betrayal, either. Angelo, on the other hand, seemed to be making a bit of a game out of the introductions, and had an air about him that Sienna couldn't quite define. The others hadn't given her much to work with, although she was particularly wary of the little girl. Something odd about that--an immortal, she figured. Had to be.
Her eyes snapped back to John Wimbleton, and she continued to wait. There wasn't much else she could do.
((Eckhh...so much internal thought. So much paranoia! Haha I'm putting my thought processes into her, tk! Hence the ridiculous suspicion. Muahahaha! <3 ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2006 4:53 pm
Jacob gobbled down the food, delighted at the vast selection of dishes that had been laid out before him. He hadn't eaten this much since that one Thanksgiving when his dad and him had a contest on who could eat more turkey. And that was ages ago. He didn't see the need for etiquette, and simply scooped the food out with his grimy hands and pushed it down his throat.
"How was that, stomach? Good enough for you?" He asked, shoveling more into his mouth while doing so. Whoever had invited him here was a generous man. And had a very friendly butler, who greeted people at the door and ushered them in, no matter what they looked like. He only wished he could meet the person who had sent him the letter soon...
Unable to eat anymore, Jacob stared at his empty plate, content. Letting out a loud burp, he patted his stomach and leaned back in the chair.
He liked this place. The food was good, the butler was very nice, and the chairs were comfy. What more could he ask for?
When he was asked to introduce himself to the people around him, he walked up to each, smiling cheesily, and told them all his name WASN'T Jacob Griffiths, winking coyly each time. Having greeted everyone in the room, including the nice butler, he sat back down in the chair, shifting his rear comfortably into the cushions.
He hadn't been this happy in quite a while, and a small suspicion in the corner of his mind wondered if Eric had inserted some of himself into his own mind.
Actually, yeah. You haven't been letting me be me lately, so this was all I could do. Now ask for some iced tea. I'm thirsty.
Jake shook his head. "Hold on. The butler's going to speak," he hissed.
After having listened to the small man's speech, Jake came out knowing that he was not the butler, but the man who had sent him the letter. Deciding against going up and shaking the man's hand, Jake sat there and contemplated his words.
He was planning to overthrow the government.
Excellent. That might help me in my quest to conquer the world. Tell 'im you'll do it, wiseguy.
Standing up suddenly, he teetered to the side a bit before regaining his balance. "I'll do it!" He cried out, raising his fist in the air.
((Okay, so... In case you didn't catch on already, the italics were supposed to be Eric. Not something else.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2006 8:00 am
The moment Illuna reached the door, they had swung open, a rather nervous looking man standing in the doorway. He had urged her in, and told her to go into the waiting room with everyone else. But, of course, she didn't do so right away.
Wandering down a hall to the left, she stopped in front of an abtract statue, tilting her head to the side as if she was trying to understand what it was depicting. She had to have stood there for several minutes, as the clock behind her chimed the next hour. Jumping, she moved down the hall hurriedly and into the waiting room where several other people had gathered.
No one else was as young as she looked... and they all looked rather suspicious and nervous themselves. Biting her lip, she took an empty seat, and not moments after she had taken it, did the nervous man walk through the door. She couldn't remember his name off the top of her head, she wasn't the type to remember such things. However, the moment he came in, he began to ramble, talking about overthrowing the government, and beind their own sort of secret police. Things sounded nice, but, how was it going to be done?
There were 7 of them, against an entire government and secret police. She winced slightly, and listened to the questions that one of the 7 were asking him. His questions sounded nice, but John had yet to answer. Illuna sat there quietly, thinking, a strangely serious look on her young face. After a while, she looked up,
"It's a nice idea, I admit. And I'd like to believe it was possible, but under the current circumstances, it would be nearly impossible to pull it off. The government is more paranoid than ever, I hear my father speaking of it all the time. It wouldn't be easy to go behind their back. And the question is, how are we going to do it anyway? Or have you not thought that through yet... I'll go along with it, but after you've answered his questions, I'd like mine to be answered." she spoke rather intelligently, her eyes holding a look that showed she was much older than her body showed.
((I know it sucks... but I did it!))
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:52 pm
((HAha, okay, I'm gonna attempt to post... And I have no idea what I'm gonna write... Or do... And like... Man. Lol, I hope I CAN write. *gurgles and attempts to type*))
After his speech, John wasn't quite sure what to expect... Perhaps some yelling, scoffs and guffaws at his proposal... But maybe he was being a bit too pessimistic. All that happened was a few moments of silence before Agatha, the particularly odd looking one, spoke up. At first he thought she was declining... But then there it was. She was going to do it. No questions, no skeptical statements... She simply agreed. He had to admit he was shocked. But in a particularly happy way. Maybe this WAS going to work.
Angelo was soon to follow Agatha's joining, and quite a calm fell over him. Angelo was the one he was most worried about.. The man was sharp, cunning, and an absolute necessary asset to what he'd planned. The man had a silver tongue, and was quite capable of the more... complicated things they may have had to do.
John gave a smile to Angelo's words, "Thank you..." Though, his face fell a bit about the question. "I do feel guilty, Angelo... I've sat on the sidelines and allowed far more things to happen than should have ever been... And maybe I do feel the need to bask in some light... But, aside from all that," he swallowed and wrung his hands, "I'm asking you men and women to do this because it IS right. It's all I can really do."
Drake raised an eyebrow at that statement. It seemed genuine enough... But it was hard to believe that anyone would want to do good for the sake of doing good. That just didn't HAPPEN nowadays. And by the looks of things, those who hadn't yet spoken up seemed keen to join. Drake himself was close to agreeing with them... It'd give his currently meaningless existance a purpose... And who wouldn't enjoy a bit of danger? He was tired of living as he had been... Rich, immortal, and bored. Something new, as drastic and ridiculous as it sounded, as better than what he was doing.
One by one, they were all agreeing... It was enough to bring tears to John Wimbleton's eyes. Jake had agreed, after a bit of conversation with himself, and a quick look toward the silent Sienna showed promise on her end as well.
But when the youngest looking of the seven spoke, his hopes fell a bit. The idea had been cooking in his brain for a while, but he hadn't finalized anything... He'd been hoping that those he gathered could aid him in such plannings. He couldn't do it on his own. So, after a few moments of thought, he carefully chose his words, "It won't be easy... And being one who is thoroughly in most of the happenings, I know very well just how close an eye is kept on things. But through the combined minds and efforts on our part, I'm quite confident we'll be able to do what is necessary for the wanted outcome."
That brought a bit of a smile to Drake's face. It left things open for planning... And it seemed this John fellow was willing to do what he had to to get this accomplished. "Alright, though I can't promise that this'll be completely clean... It won't be like walking in there, giving a smile to the secretary and asking the government nicely if we can overthrow them... We'll probably have to pull our own shadowy deeds... But if it'll make things better, I'm in it all the way." He gave a decisive nod and leaned back in his chair.
Heaving an obvious sigh of relief, John cleared his throat, "If there aren't any more questions... Please walk out now, if you should decline my inquiry... Just know that if you do, our lives are in your hands... But should you wish to say, as some have said they would, I ask that you let the others know of some of your abilities... We need to know what everyone can do in order to form some similitude of a plan of attack, as it were. After that, I suggest we all go to our respective homes and contemplate what has transpired tonight. I'll be here should any other questions arise." And with that said, he slunk into a chair, closing his eyes and rubbing lightly at his greying temples. It had gone far better than he'd thought, and hoped things would continue as such.
((haha, and I swear Drake'll be more in the picture when we're done with John... But yeah, he's kinda important and yes... *yawns* Pheer my post that I had no idea what to write and I pulled it out my BUTT. MER *staggers off*))
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Alandra_Noir Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Sep 23, 2006 4:39 pm
((NOBODY can say that I do not contribute! Mu'fuka! ...Did I just say that? Great, now I can't take myself seriously.))
When John Wimbleton had finally finished his piece, Sienna broke her seemingly endless indifference and stood up. "Alright, is anyone leaving?"
She waited for a few moments for anyone who wanted to leave to do so, before continuing on in her silky voice. "Well, clearly I'm all for it. Now, as afraid as I am that someone in here is a spy, or that this whole thing is some sort of a setup, I'm going to go first. Hopefully this show of...confidence in the group will do everyone some good?"
After a glance around at everyone, she went on. "Right, so. I guess this is the part of the session where everyone gets to brag about themselves? Perfect. My skills...hmm. I guess the best thing I can lend to this cause is acting. There you go. You need someone to lie, cheat, confuse, coerce, threaten, disarm, gain intel, do reconnaissance? I'm your girl. I'm good with plans--I guess I can help out there, too, since we're apparently currently lacking in that department." She paused, as if considering giving out the last piece of information.
With a resolute look on her face, she finally said, "Also, I'm fairly good at killing people. You know. Had to do it once or twice, figure I'm capable of it again, if it's absolutely necessary."
"Okay, that said, I've gone on about myself for far too long. Quick, someone else jump up and make me look humble by comparison, please."
((Que? Ah, si. Yo soy comica. Me da risa.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 12:39 pm
Aggie had paid no attention to anyone, even John and what he was saying. She put her pinkie into her ear and yawned as she leaned up against the wall. She just wanted to do something. Her sister had woken her up too early, she was used to getting up when the sun was setting, and then going out to do someone's dirty work. More importantly, she never talked to anyone that wasn't in the buisness of her bosses or the people hiring her.
After she heard John finally stop, she rolled her eyes. "What a freak." she mumured to herself under her breath and picked at another peice of fruit. Once she had completely mutilated the poor strawberry she placed the mush into her mouth and then walked around the table of food, back turned to the woman who was talking. She didn't care who they were, nor did she care if they knew who she was. It wasn't like she was going to be making them her friends, or even aquaintences in that matter.
The only reason she was staying was to kill those bastards who were ruining her life.
Grabbing a glass of water she began inspecting this as well, glaring at it and picking out a speck. She took a sip, waited a few minutes, and when nothing happened, she drunk the rest of it in a few quick gulps. She shoved it back onto the table, and walked over to the wall, looking at the large paintings and picking out the details with her vision, seeing how the artist felt when painting it, creeping into the person's mind and what they enjoyed in life. That was something about art she enjoyed, you could tell what who the person was, just by their strokes, subjects, colors, and so much more.
Cocking her full hips to the side, she played with her short curly hair, still starring at the painting, paying no attention to the others, much less if they were paying attention to her. With another yawn she moved to another smaller peice of art and began looking at this one, her free hand shoved into her baggy pants, making them slide lower on her hips.
((Haha...that sucked...I just can't THINK of anything lately! I've got artists block...I MEAN IT! :[ ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 12:09 pm
Illuna listened to how John explained things, and how he answered her question. She gave a nod, silvery locks falling over her shoulders, young eyes glancing up at the older man.
"I'm in then. You may not have a plan worked out, but things tend to never follow a set plan anyway. I just liked how you answered, carefully done," she spoke, giving an innocent smile.
"Me? What can I do... Well, no one speaks carefully around me, they let every single little thing slip loose while I'm around. After all I'm only 11 aren't I? What can I say or do, why would I care what they were saying. I can fit into small places, and I have that childish knack to get into trouble and get away with it. I won't be suspected very easilly either, after all, what 11 year old will try to over throw the government? Very few people know I'm 23... So I guess, I'd be good at getting us out of trouble, covering our tracks, spying... that kind of stuff," she stated grabbing a grape off the plate before her.
Her eyes fell upon everyone else, wondering if they would just laugh her off at the revelation that she was 23, more than one person had. Even their BUTLER, thought she was no older that 11. The people here seemed like they may take it as true, what WASN'T going on now a days?
((sorry it took so long... and that it sucks... >.<))
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:29 pm
(I...completely forgot about this. I'M SO SORRY! ...Though it seems that not too many people care anyway...oh wells. I post.)
After being ushered inside, Coraline just chewed on a few things and what not before settling down in her chair again, listening to what the man had to say carefully. She took note of other people's reactions and her own agreement wasn't too far off in coming. After all, what had she to lose?
"I'm in." She shrugged, resting her chin on her folded knuckles, leaning forward a little bit as auburn strands of hair fell forward. "I'll go next I guess. Hmmm...skills huh? Frankly, not as much as some people I'll bet since I've lived the," she made the quotes sign with her index and middle finger lazily as she continued on. "The rich and comfortable life, but I've still got a few. My job is to relay communication between other rich families, basically all the families, and the government so I can gather intelligence fairly well or stop the flow of information in one direction since what they tell me is strictly confidential and I'm under a," Once more the air quotes. "Vow of silence not to tell anyone but whoever the info's headed towards. Cause phones can be tapped and all."
"I'm not as weak as I look, I can pack a decent punch, although I've never actually killed anyone." She shrugged and then thought a bit more. "I think that's it. Besides that I can pretty much get into most government official's offices and influential people's homes by just saying who I am. That's about it for me. Intelligence or the interruption of it. That's what I do. "
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 7:49 pm
Eric seemed to listen carefully to everyone's monologues, adding a few comments here and there about the fact that they would work well under him...
Jacob only groaned to himself, wishing he would shut up. Once the Coraline girl had finished, he realized that it was his turn. Well... Whether it was or not, Eric was telling him to introduce himself. Standing up, he took a deep breath, setting a hand on his chest. Closing his eyes, as if concentrating, he opened them quite suddenly and pointed to himself.
"I'm a hobo," Jakey stated bluntly. "Just to get that out of the way."
Coughing on his sweater, he continued. "And... I was a police officer before Eric manifested himself in my brain. I know my way around the city better than most, and over the past few years, I've found out about secret hideouts the fuzz don't know about. Guess that's what comes from living on the streets for four years."
He cleared his throat, smoothing down the front pocket of his sweatshirt. "I can use various weapons, I know a few loopholes in the law, and you don't have to worry about feeding me too much- I can fast without complaint."
Sitting back down in his chair, Jacob picked at a piece of turkey stuck between his teeth. "Oh yeah. Eric says he is looking forward to working with all of you."
((Hahaha... That was interesting...?))
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