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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 8:51 am
((cool. Which means I should probably do my chores right now.. ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:02 am
((Exactly! I also have to work on my first post...which is going to take a little bit of time...^^;
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:23 am
((Fine with me, Just got done making a pretty post... now I just got to think of what to say...))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:02 pm
((We Are now Open! I'll post the first post in a minute. Just thought you would like to know...
Criminals: You are being brought to the FBI office and to the conference room. Your FBI agent isn't the one who is picking you up, just some random FBI agent. Every Criminal has a tracking anklet. Umm when you get there, just mingle with the others...
FBI: You guys have probably just come back from some assignment and found a note from the director(Christopher) to go to the conference room. You find all the criminals in there and react however. Chris will be there to explain everything. You didn't necessarily originally capture the criminal your going to follow. If you don't have a specific criminal yet, you will be told who your's is during the meeting. None of the FBI agents really know what's going on either...
Ok...I'll start with my post in just a few minutes.))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:19 pm
 LillianaRose Akari The red headed female walked out from the prison in the same outfit she had been caught in two years ago. She was amazed that it still fit. It was a black and white long sleeve shirt and a black cami. She also had dark jeans and black and white Chuck Taylors. A tracker anklet was around her ankle. She was intrigued that she would be getting out of jail already but when she saw the black car and the six foot man leaning against it. The man had dirty blond hair and was wearing a suit with a blue tie. His blue eyes locked on her and a small smile spread across his face. She stopped and crossed her arms. “Christopher! You’re the one who’s getting me out of jail? And what would be the occasion?” She asked the man. He stepped forward from the car. “Lily Rose. You look the same as ever. Here you go.” He pulled a black rose from behind his back and handed it to her. A smile broke out on her face as she took the rose and placed it under her nose. “You remembered!” She started towards the passenger side of the car. “How could I forget? I spent two weeks trying to find you off of that symbol right there…” Lily smiled as she got in the car and Chris got in the drivers seat. He started off towards the FBI building. “So…Why am I out of jail Mr. Director?” It was Lily’s job to know things and she knew a lot. She had been keeping tabs on Chris and knew that he had become the director of the FBI about half a year after she was caught. “You’ll find out when we get there.” He said with a smile.
They got out of the car and walked inside the FBI office. There were many agents around doing their jobs. Chris led Lily to a conference room. “Good. We got here first. There are others coming so just sit down and relax. I’ll explain everything when everyone gets here.” Lily sat down in a chair and propped her feet on the table. “Fine if you say so. How are the kids?” Chris sighed and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. “Hey!” She sat up in her chair and put her feet back on the ground. Oh well…She would just have to wait until more people got there. She propped her feet back up on the table to wait for whoever was supposed to be coming.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:52 pm
"Director, I-..." James said into his cellphone as he drove. His car was almost stereotypical for a federal agent: a black Crown Victoria, second generation, preferred vehicle of police agencies and G-Men everywhere.
"But what do I have to do with this?" he asked his director, Lt. General Alexander, Director of the NSA. "But it's an FBI investigation...Oh, alright." he said. Apparently, Lt. General Alexander wanted him to trail someone they'd caught, someone with a finger in every pot, just to get more some more information, maybe on things or threats the NSA wasn't aware of.
He pulled up to the FBI building and got out, locking his car. James had ditched his usual suit for a more jeans, black t-shirt bearing the logo for The Who's American Tour of 1989, a leather jacket, and some basic black running shoes. He adjusted his glasses and stepped through the doors. A guard held up his hand and James held up his ID. The guard nodded toward his handgun, and James got the message, pulling back his leather jacket. In a shoulder holster was his pistol, a SIG P226. He let the jacket go and the guard waved him through, indicating the conference room he had to go to.
He arrived, seeing a red haired woman sitting at the table already. He wondered who she was. Didn't seem to be FBI, she was a little too casual.
"Morning." James said casually.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:23 pm
 Lora smiled at the man who cuffed her to his own wrist with a pair of metal hand cuffs. She was wearing the beige coat, black dress, printed scarf, and leather boots that she had been wearing the day she first stepped into the prison three months before. Her blond head was topped with a little black hat and her full lips were painted dark red with makeup that fourth years ago would have been made of a rather harmful poison. The young woman batted her lashes and chuckled.
"You know I'm not really into the whole hand cuff thing, but for you, I'll make an exception. I think we've got a spark."
The man said something about being married already, and not being into white girls and Lori sighed as she was walked down the hall and out to a waiting car. On the drive to the FBI building Lori made a few more sexual comments and joked about the pat down they had to go though when she entered the actual building. Then she was uncuffed and walked into the conference room. The agent walked off and she was left in a room with a man and a woman. They both looked around five years older than her.
"Umm, So. do either of you have any knowledge of removing ankle bracelets?"
She said just making conversation. The young woman stepped further into the room and rubbed her wrist where the cuff had been. She glanced at the man with glasses, he looked like a cop. But the girl was most definitely not.... A cop that it
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:26 pm
((oh no!! will you still accept my female FBI??? i'm ALMOST done with it and i'd hate to have to start over with a guy..))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:28 pm
James stood for a little while, waiting for the first woman to answer him. While he waited, he walked over to his end of the table, a few seats down from her, and sat down.
He hadn't been given much information, but had he know this woman was a serial killer, he would have drawn his pistol and kept it within reach.
He glanced around the room for a little while, then turned to look at the door when he heard footsteps. Maybe it was someone coming to give him some information. Instead, in walked a blonde woman wearing a black dress. When she mentioned ankle bracelets, he glanced down and spotted hers. He chuckle cryptically.
"I just so happen to, however, under US Federal law, I can't." he said casually.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:32 pm
LillianaRose Akari Lily looked up as the door opened again, expecting to see an FBI agent or Christopher. Instead it was so casually dressed guy. "Morning? Your not FBI are you?" She could tell that he wasn't, unless he had just come in on his day off...but Chris wouldn't do that to people, would he? She pulled her feet off the table again and stood up. "Either way I'm Lilliana Akari. Just call me Lily." She didn't feel like telling him about who she was, if he didn't know then he wasn't going to know for now. She stuck out her left hand for him to shake. "And you are?" She liked knowing things about people. It was one of the many 'things' about her. She knew her target well before she would kill them...though she wasn't going to kill this guy...she didn't really want to kill anyone anymore. It wasn't as much fun.
Lily looked over at the door to see Lora walk in. Finally a familiar face. "Could it be? Lora Twain? The greatest theif known to any criminal ever!!" Yes she was over reacting. It was all an act really, but she couldn't resist. Over exagerating was wonderful. "By the way...these things are the newest and latest ankle bracelets. They are supposidly tamper proof." Oh well...so much for escaping for now. Lily would try and see what she could do about it later.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:33 pm
Leah_Storm ((oh no!! will you still accept my female FBI??? i'm ALMOST done with it and i'd hate to have to start over with a guy..)) ((Don't worry... I haven't accepted any other female FBI agents...))
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:37 pm
James glanced over at Lily when she introduced herself. He laughed when she asked if he wasn't FBI.
He reached over and shook her hand firmly, but not too much so.
"James Colt. Not FBI, as you feared, but rather the NSA." he said casually, glancing over at Lora again when Lily mentioned the bracelets.
"She speaks the truth. Don't even try it. Built in stunguns, too. That's the cold part you're feeling: two metal contacts, just ready to zap you with a couple hundred thousand volts worth of electricity, enough to drop most people where they stand. Don't even try gettin' 'em off." he told them with an almost evil grin. He didn't mention that, should any of them try to attack him, he was carrying a gun loaded with fifteen 9mm rounds, more than enough to kill the both of them.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:40 pm
Lora shrugged and winked at the man she walked towards the table and took a seat across from him,
"According to US Federal law? What are you a rule book? Listen up chief. The world's bigger than just you and me, and with this thing on I just can't be free. So why don't you be a doll and help a girl out. I'm no good with power tools. Without-a-doubt."
She grinned at her rhyming skill. and shrugged her legs crossed under the table and she slipped a compact out of her pocket then flipped it open in her hand. Glancing down at her reflection in the mirror she raised a finger to run it under her bottom lip, cleaning up a bit of red that had smudged. When she was finished she pulled out a little lip gloss from her jacket pocket and brushed it over her lips rubbing them together as she capped the tube.
"I'm Lori. May I ask your names? What you want to be called not the one's given to you. And thanks for the grand intro Lill, I adore your voice. It makes me feel as bright as a neon light in Vegas."
She looked back up the the people around her and blinked innocently. Even the most horrible people could still act like humans in the presence of others.
{Edited sorry}
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 2:49 pm
"I wish I could help a girl out, Miss Lori, but that would be against the law for me. See, I'm not one for court martials, and I really like my job." James said with a wry grin. Besides, he was in a building full of FBI agents. How would that look if an NSA agent unlocked the ankle bracelets of two criminals?
Not very good.
"That is the name I want to be called by. James Colt. Agent Colt, if you want to be formal, but I don't care either way. Six of one, half a dozen of the other." he continued, pushing his glasses up his nose, looking between the two. So these were criminals.
And he was here to help an FBI investigation.
Suddenly, James as all the more interested. He leaned forward on the table and crossed his arms, however, unknown to the girls, that had a double use. His right hand snaked its way into his coat, and, hidden from the girl's view, he pulled the hammer back on his P226. You could never be too careful.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 3:00 pm
LillianaRose Akari NSA? What would the FBI want with the NSA...Either way it didn't matter. "Well James, Lori. I'm pretty sure whatever plan Chris has for us, it can't be that bad..." She smiled confidnetly. "We must not be the only ones that are supposed to be here so I guess we'll just have to wait until the rest get here to find out whats going on..." She paced around the table once before sitting back down in her chair. She looked over at James. "You know...Chris would be very unhappy if he found out that you killed his guests...That is what the three of us are...guests of the FBI." She said this because she knew agents always carried guns. On the job or not. She turned to Lori. "Just call me Lily." She smiled. For now she would hide her second identity as the Black Rose.
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