W.O.O.H.P Spy Training School: The Sequel - Starts

[MascaraTears]

[font=times new roman]W.O.O.H.P: The Sequel

Two months have passed since the first year of training was completed at W.O.O.H.P Spy Training School and our accomplished students are set to return once again.

This year they will be joined by many new recruits: some whose talents have just been discovered, some who have been transferred from foreign academies, and some who have dark pasts and have yet to reveal why they have been asked to join W.O.O.H.P.

The second year of training will hold much the same as the first, as the growing students will have to face the trials and tribulations of still being young, merged with the pressure of having to be mature and save the world (as cliché as the saying sounds).

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To The New Students
Dear ...
I am proud to tell you that you are invited to join W.O.O.H.P Spy Training School for it's second year of training pupils.

You will be entering your first year, a year below the six graduates who successfully completed a year of training before the summer that has passed.

Whatever the reason for your acceptance may be, (be it talent or movement) do not question it. W.O.O.H.P is a fine institution for young students and for spies, and wishes you only the best in lifestyle and education.

We wish for you to be at Harbour 6, Hevenfeild Road at Midnight, September 3rd, where a boat will dock to take you to W.O.O.H.P. We regret to tell you that if you do not board that boat, you will not be taken to W.O.O.H.P.

More information will be given to you by older students once you have boarded the boat.

Jerry.

To Returning Students

Dear ...
I am very proud to welcome you back to another year at W.O.O.H.P. I know I can spare the formalities with you and can expect to see you at the same meeting place where you began your journey as the new recruits.

Look forward to another great year.

Your friend,
Jerry.
My Post

Name: Alex Richards
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: I'll keep this as a simple list: Thin, about 5"7, Long dark brown hair, Hazel eyes, pale skin.
Personality: Rather lively and energetic. Loves to read, so is often quiet. Never shy around her friends and always pays attention to the mission she's working on. Refuses to drink but finds any of her friend's drunken action amusing. (Marry me!) There's nothing she values more than her friends; she would die for any of them.
History: Lived in London with her father her whole life, before moving to the outskirts of New York for a year or so to study journalism. There she received her W.O.O.H.P email and changed her life plans by going to the training school. She never lost her accent.
Relations: Best friend: Rox.
Other: Has a fear of spiders.

Alex

Midnight was leering closer as I drilled my nails along the arm rest of the wooden bench, a dull echo making its way partly across the harbour before fading out. There were already a few others here. The first to show up were always one of two things: eager to leave (whether it be for past or future) or living not so far away that it truly took them time to arrive here. Sometimes they were both.

There must have been a few spies here also. Jerry would have sent a few of the fully graduated spies (already reaching a prime age) on a mediocre guard of sorts, any other sort of guard would have arrived long before I did. Like some of the newcomers, the distance made it hard for me to come here quickly, but W.O.O.H.P certainly wasn’t hesitant to help me out. After all, all last year’s graduates would have to be here before the boat left. This year it was they who would be introducing the ‘young ones’ – as Jerry had named them with a chuckle, though the fact was far from true – to the whole new world that W.O.O.H.P would present to them…and to warn them of the dangers.

My watch already read 11:50 and by now a steady flow of newcomers was entering the harbour. If I looked close enough, I could see confused and curious faces. I smiled to myself, reminded of being sat on the harbour, shivering slightly from the cold, back when I was new. Gosh, that felt like such a long while ago. A year at W.O.O.H.P was like a miniature lifetime.

I stood and made a quick walk around the harbour, watching people interact and swap stories that weren’t so personal that they gave away why they had agreed to be here, but were personal enough to hint at a growing bond. Most of the students seemed to be here now, and I didn’t feel the need to look for Sam and Eevee: I knew they’d be here on time.

I wandered back over to the wooden bench and waited for the boat to dock, closing my eyes and smiling to myself.

[ChobiChibi]

Name: Roxanne Violet
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Rox is around 5’8’’ tall with a slender build. She has deep red hair that is layered to just below her shoulders with a side fringe on her left side of her face. It is also tied back into a bun, allowing her shortest layers to frame her face. She has bright green eyes and wears oval glasses with thin black rims (no, not emo glasses >_>). She normally wears a black hoodie, her old blue ripped comfy jeans and black converse, but has been known to use her disguise training to her advantage. She has an olive green bag which hangs low on her back and is normally seen with her laptop in hand. She is sometimes seen with a white lily in the bun in her hair, but nobody seems to know why she puts it there.
Personality: Where do I start? From the point of view of those who don’t know her, she could be seen as a pretty unpredictable and moody person. However, if you knew what was going on at the time, you’d understand why she changes. Despite this, she is normally quite approachable. She loves having fun and enjoys her friends’ company. She never remembers anything after being drunk, which doesn’t happen very often anyway, but she always seems to do something she would regret if sober. She is very intelligent and often comes up with plans for missions. She is very loyal to her friends and always feels very guilty about any mistakes she makes.
History: Before WOOHP, Rox lived in New York City in an apartment with her mom, brother and occasionally her “dad”. She was a typical nerd at school; people would give her their homework to do and she’d never stand up to them. Since she attended the school, it has given her a lot more confidence and freedom. In her spare time at home, she would spend her time hacking. These skills have both developed and come in handy during her time at WOOHP. During the year, she found out a lot about her family’s history which changed her views on a lot of things.
Relations: Alex is her best friend. She’s also very good friends with Sam, Eevee and Serena.
Other: *gets down on one knee* Other… Will you marry me?

~Roxanne~
The late evening sun shrank into its blanket of sea as the tide continued to creep forwards. The sea itself seemed calm, unlike the hustle and bustle of New York City. Lights began to flicker on, loud dance music could be heard and sirens echoed in the distance. “Just like home.” I whispered. “It feels good to be home.”
I was sat cross-legged upon a wall that most would think to perch upon whilst tying their laces or to have a quick rest. My laptop lay in my lap and purred as it borrowed an internet service from the wireless connection in the police station across the road.
I gained strange looks from those walking by as I’d have probably looked lie a back-backer if I didn’t have a laptop. I was wearing a black hoodie, old ripped jeans and my favourite and only pair of black converse. My bag hung low down my back and my suitcase was close by.
I pulled up my hood as a cold wind blew in off the sea. I checked my watch. It was now 11:46pm, people should be arriving soon. I had been sat on the wall for at least an hour. Jerry had assigned the position of waiting on the harbour to me as I was the only one from last year who would already be there. I had been visiting my family. It was great to have spent some time with my mom and brother after arriving back from England. I particularly found talking to my… What should I call him? Step-dad? Anyway, I found it useful talking to my step-dad; I understood him a lot better now.
Finally, I saw people who looked like possible Whoop students. They began to gather slowly, most of them giving me very strange looks and wondering how I was balancing like that. I sent a quick message to Jerry informing him of the arrivals and returned to my previous task of keeping guard.
I didn’t quite understand why he wanted such tight security. I knew that one of the teachers had been told to watch from the police station and I was pretty sure I saw a member of the Whoop committee wondering around. Of course, they’d also be watching through the CCTV cameras in the area. I was tempted to wave but decided against it as my peers already thought I was strange. There had also been and unusually large amount of admissions this year. Well, large for a top secret spy training school’s standard.
Another thing which annoyed me was the fact that Jerry had restricted access to some files. I had begun to hack into it and about half way through, a pop-up message appeared saying “Don’t even try it.” I only tried to see it because I wanted to know why I shouldn’t be allowed to. Maybe Jerry was hiding something embarrassing.
My miniature rant in my head was interrupted by someone talking. For a while I thought they were trying to get someone else’s attention, but realised it was me they were after when they waved their hand in front of my face. I blinked, put my glasses back on straight and looked up.
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Tag CT! *runs off*

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Name: Craven Orske
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearance: Short(only about 5”5), slender, and best described as wiry. Her arms and legs are all rather long and skinny and she gives the impression of being underfed. Craven’s skin is a dusky brown colour, and her eyes are a deep, dark blue. Her hair is dyed blonde, with pink highlights scattered randomly throughout
Personality: She’s quite a loud mouth, and has the tendency to speak without thinking too much about what she’s saying. People who like her say that she’s outspoken, the many others who have been hurt by her blunt tongue prefer to refer to her at “that noisy b****.” She can be deeply selfish at times, and yet, selflessly devote herself to certain causes without a second thought. Impulsive and brash, she is also very prone to frequent mood swings that bring out a quieter and more reflective side of her that is also a lot more logical and rational.
History: She lived with her parents prior to her invitation to the W.O.O.H.P. school, has two younger siblings, and basically is quite a normal person. (I’m tired of characters with interesting histories, I want to try a more “normal” character for once”)
Relations: None
Original Location: None
Other: Craven has a photographic memory, and she seldom forgets anything she sees or reads and has a perfect recall.


~Craven ~ F ~ Currently bored.

"I wonder why I agreed in the first place" Craven muttered to herself as she wandered around the dank harbour. Sure, she had been all psyched up when she had first received the letter, thinking of it as a great honour, which it was, of course. School was extremely dull, since she was more or less considered a brilliant because of her unusually good memory, and she had wanted a challenge, and spy school seemed to be the perfect answer.

Of course, she had forgotten the tireless training regimes, the long stake outs, the battles and conspiracies that spies were probably embroiled and constantly involved in. She had seen it as a way out of boredom, and now she would be facing the consequences. Sure, she could just walk away and not get onto the boat, but a few things restrained her – mainly her stubbornness and curiosity combined. She would not go back to her home as a failure – she would either return as a fully fledged spy or stone cold dead. Plus, she dearly wanted to know what really went on in spy school. It probably wasn’t anything like the movies or books, and she wanted to know.

A few other people wandered around the harbour – idly, Craven wondered which were actually spies, and which were just normal people. She glanced briefly at each face, memorizing it instantly, and she knew she would remember them should she see them again. However, if they were disguised, then it would have been in vain, but since she had nothing better to do, all she could do was walk…and watch.

There was a girl balancing herself on a wall typing on a laptop. Craven was about to go up to her, just to strike up a conversation to pass the time, when she saw that that girl already had a friend.

Sighing, Craven stopped and leant against a nearby wall.

“I’m bored,” she complained out loud.

Whiner, she thought to herself and shrugged. She was almost allowed to whine, there wasn’t anything to do.

[Samchu]

Name: Sam Omaras (there ya go Eevee, one surname for ya. god it's an overused one. ah well)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: He's a good 6'2 with a very masculine build. He has short ash blone hair and deep blue eyes. He wears plain, dark coloured t-shirts with jeans and trainers. He doesn't wear anything too 'complicated', simple clothes are easier to replace if when they get baby sick on them.
Personality: He's changed a lot this past year. When he first came to WOOHP he was very withdrawn and uncaring but he found love and friends and he changed. He cares about his friends and family and will do anything to keep them safe. He's not very trusting a first, you have to earn it, but he's willing to teach anyone who will listen and will open up to anyone who cares for his company.
History: very complicated. Dad killed mum, experimented on him, cloned him. But both his dad and his clone are dead. (for clearer idea please see original rpg)
Relations: Pretty obvious these i guess. Married to eevee, they have a son called Kio. Good friends with Rox and Alex.
Other: none

Sam
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"Hurry up or we're gonna be late!" I called through the doorway to my wife as she ran about our hotel room gathering together all the bits and pieces we'd left lying about the night before. Having a child was such messy business.

"I'm here, I'm here," she panted, appearing in the doorway with a bulging bag under her arm. I smirked and took it from her before gathering up the rest of our belongings.

We had bought a small place near the school, just off campus. We'd decided it would be easier on Kio to have a proper place to live, considering we'd been chopping and changing homes the past few months. Honeymoons, almost as messy as children.

We squeezed into the escort car waiting outside. It was a difficult task trying not to wake up Kio, who was fast asleep in his stroller. He was a good kid really. There was a lot of me in there - I could tell.

Things had been exciting the past couple of months - my sister had moved out to live with some friends but she was going to come back and stay with us. Being Kio's godmother as well as his aunt, we didn't really trust anyone to take care of the little devil when we were at class.

Leaning in, I kissed my wife gently on her cheek.

"What was that for?"

I shrugged, grinning widely. "Do I need a reason to kiss you?"

She kissed me back. "Never."

Some days I oculdn't believe how much in love we still were.

The car pulled up at the dock and we climbed out behind the group already waiting to board. Eevee scanned the dock for our old friends Rox and Alex as I helped our driver unload our mass amount of luggage. Thankfully we'd bought a fold-away trolley to cope with it all.

A sudden cry broke the eerie silence on the dock. Kio's whines of complaint caught the attention of everyone there - which made picking out Rox and Alex a little easier. Rox was busy making new friends so Eevee ran off to talk with Alex, leaving me to deal with the screaming Kio. Fun...

The driver agreed to watch the luggage so I took Kio out of his stroller and carried him across the dock to tempt him back to sleep. On the way past, I waved a quick hello to Rox and her new friend. She waved back and cooed at Kio who coughed in response. I laughed quietly, beaming down at my son.

"Back to sleep kiddo, there's a long boat ride ahead of us."

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Valentine (real name unknown)

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance: He can only be described as, unatural. His hair is pure white, and unevenly reaches his shoudlers. His eyes don’t match, one green and one blue, but they almost appear to glow. His skin is pale, but apart from that, completely flawless. He stands at about 5’5’’ with a lean, yet well toned build and his face can be described as sorta between handsome and beautiful.

As for clothing, Valentine’s covered from neck to toe in a black leather body suit which hugs his figures. Over it, he also wears a black over coat with one sleeve missing and black knee high boots and black gloves. The only bit of skin not covered by his clothing is his head.

Personality: Valentine seems to have hardly any personality at all, showing little to no emotion at all. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, but he can be considered anti-social and seems to take his work very seriously. Secretly though, he is confused by his fellow classmates.

History: All files regarding Valentine’s past are highly confidential (in other words, unknown. Will be revealed).

Relations: none (but that may change later, who knows)

Original Location: That information is classified

Other: …*snaps Other’s neck*.

Valentine
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The mysterious white haired boy sat perched on top of a stack of crates, quietly observing the other students below. He had been the first to get here, yet none had seemed to notice him yet. He was quietly judging the students, based on general observation. A few seemed suitable for a career as a spy, but the rest he gave them his own disapproval.

Valentine was knocked out of his judging by what sounded like a baby's cry.

A baby?

He, along with everyone else, looked over at the direction of the cry. A couple of teenagers (Valentine assumed they were students as well) were walking along the dock. But what caught his attention was that the male was carrying a baby.

At first, Valentine thought that they baby was probably a younger sibling and that the girl with him was a sister or cousin or something. But the way they were acting around eachother told a different story. Valentine's eyes widened slightly when it dawned on him.

That baby's their...

He closed his eyes and shook his head.

How foolish.

[Crystal Tears]

Name: Zakary Hawk a.k.a Zak
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Big, adorable orange eyes that can capture anyone’s attention. He has light brown shaggy hair that usually drapes over his face and gives him sort of a puppy look. He has a light tan, and stands about 5’1 (Yesh he’s short). He’s usually wearing a bright yellow t-shirt, with black shorts that come down to his knees. He despises shoes so he’s usually running around in bare feet. He has black wrist bands on both err well wrists, and has similar bands on his ankles.
He’s also thin, and doesn’t have much muscle. But don’t let fool you, he’s extremely fast.
Personality: He’s a hyper little guy who won’t let much stand in his way. He’s a lot like a golden retriever; happy, fun-loving, but cowardly, until it counts of course. He loves to see people smile, and hates to fight, so he’ll regularly agree with things he doesn’t. He also can be very clingy, especially when frightened. He can act childish, but that’s only because he hates being totally serious.
History: Zakary doesn’t like to discuss his history much. All he says is that he’s always loved the idea of going to Japan, and that once he had the chance to go there. But something happened. He says he had a good childhood, but everyone knows he’s lying.
Relations: Open
Original Location: He attended the famous spy training school ‘Ukatousen’. Though it’s unknown why he’s transferring.
Other: none. *slams with hammer*

.|.<(+_+)>.|. Zª|< .|.<(+_+)>.|.

The dim light which was given away from the street lamps and the crescent moon were enough to get a strange boy going.

“He shoots…” He whispered to the invisible crowd that surrounded him and watched in amazement as he sneaked up on an unsuspecting garbage can. “He…”

The night’s silence was interrupted by the loud crashing of a metal can slamming onto the ground and causing the boy to yelp back in fear, and hide behind an odd tree that just happened to be there.

“He obviously misses…” He huffed, not wanting to accept his failure. Instead, he tries once more, readying himself for a counter attack from the downed garbage container. “But he will prev…” The boy’s eyes were sent a drift from his foe when they focused on an odd girl looking lonely and annoyed on a wall.

“A damsel in distress!” He exclaims in a hushed voice to himself, bounding over the wall, and sneaking up behind her. “Zak-monster will prevail… He must..” ‘Zak’ reassures himself before peering over the wall, and eyeing the computer screen.

Don’t Even Try it

Zak gasped, He had been discovered! By a computer screen no less! Grimacing he leapt over the wall and landed in front of the girl.

“I’m here to…” Zak stopped and frowned when he noticed the girl was paying him no mind and was completely ignoring him. He sighed, and waved his hand in front of her face to gain her attention.

She looked up at him, and immediately Zak felt like he had been put on the spot. Of course, he also felt like an idiot because He, himself, put himself on the spot.

“Uhh…” He fumbled with his words, grabbing his favourite yellow t-shirt, Zak tugged at it embarrassed. “You looked lonely… So I decided to say hi.”

“Who are you?” She asked, giving off only a hint of annoyance. Zak gulped.

“I’m Zak…”

“Hmm.” She turned back to her computer.

“And… Uhh, who are you?”

She looked up again, making Zak quiver slightly.

“I’m Roxanne.”

The annoyance was disappearing, and Zak began to feel more welcomed. He hopped up on the wall, nearly falling clean off the other side. He blushed furiously as he recovered his balance. He began to fidget nervously.

“So um…” Zak didn’t know what to say to Roxanne; instead he tugged on his t-shirt a bit more.

“How old are you?” She questioned, Zak looked up at her.

“I’m 18.”

She blinked, Zak blinked back. Unknown of how to react to her completely blank stare, he only shuffled in his seat, and looked away.

“Your 18…”

“Hai.” Zak answered in the little Japanese he knew, with a gleeful smile on his face. “I am.”

“You don’t…” Roxanne fell silent for a minute, Zak, curious, tilted his head, his adorable eyes gleaming. “Act your age.”

Zak bounded from the wall. Striking a heroic pose in front of her, Zak smiled, and did a peace sign in front of him.

“I’m Zak!” He exclaimed like a child. “I don’t have to act my age because that’s no fun! Why be serious when you can laugh and have a good time?” He smiled. “Besides, I’m short and fuzzy; I don’t have to act 18.”

He smiled when she laughed lightly at him. His smile grew to a childish grin. With that, he bounded back onto the wall, perching beside her, and somehow managing to keep his balance, how he did this? No one knew. He had enough trouble walking in a straight line rather then perching on a thin wall, but still he prevailed, with the same grin on his face.

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>> erm.. Tag Becki? >> *poof*

[eevee-shayna]

I made my way across the dock, skipping on the wooden planks, until reaching a familiar face. Promptly, I sat beside her on the worn, wooden bench, and leaned over toe execute an enveloping hug.

“Good to see you too, Eevee,” said Alex, before she even finished lifting her head to meet me face to face. I grinned.

“Oh, I’ve missed the old crew. Sam and I have been so busy with the new baby, that I haven’t had time to exchange but a few emails with you and Rox,” I said.

I sat back to stare at my good friend. She looked exactly as I had remembered.

“Yeah, I was beginning to feel a bit detached. I’m so glad the school year’s starting up again,” she responded. She stared at me with her lips spreading into a joyous smile. “Look at you,” she murmured, taking in my present image.

It was true that I had undergone a complete transformation. This time last year, I was in full goth attire, a shy girl of 17, and unaware of the world. And now, now I was a full grown woman at 18. I had lived through countless perils, found the love of my life, experienced childbirth and motherhood. My hair was cropped short, and stood jelled in little spikes upon my head. The dim lights of the dock revealed red highlights at the tip of my hair, as well as my new choice in clothes: an earthy peasant shirt and well-worn jeans. And in character, I sported a thick scarlet cape to guard me from the chilly sea wind. My skin still remained pale, but my eyes now sparkled with a revitalized lively-sparkle that had been extinguished only months ago.

Alex shook her head and said, “Eevee, it’s good to see you again.”

I smiled. “You, too,” I responded.

Just then, the ship’s horn sounded that sent a buzz through crowd.

“Well, it’s time to board,” I said, “let’s go find Rox and Sam. I kinda left Kio with him, so I should be a nice wife and help him out with the little tyke now.”

“Oooh! Kio must look so much bigger now! I haven’t seen him since the wedding!” Alex squealed with glee.

“Which was just after he was born. But yes, he’s gotten bigger now. You should see him, with Sam’s beautiful hair and my eyes. But come, lets start boarding,” I said with an excited squeal of my own.

Us two sophomores made our way to the ship, with our hearts fluttering in anticipation for the new year, and what adventures it might bring.



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OOC: there you go, exactly a page in Word. ah, so good to start afresh. ack! it's 30 past midnight and i have school tomorrow! eh-heh *sweatdrop*. well, toodles, i look forward to rping with you all.

oh, and are we leaving this open for LSUs? i still think it would be wonderful for serena to be played someone. unless we want her to remain a NPC, like jerry.

TAG sam! lets get this show on the road!

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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It was time to board the ship. Valentine quietly stood up and jumped down from his place on top of the crates, not making a single sound as he landed. He took one last glance at the other students.

There was one particular boy who seemed like he had a bit too much sugar this morning. Valentine mentally frowned. A boy like him should never have been invited to WHOOP. A spy needs to be serious, quiet, in control, the opposite to this guy.

Then there was the one with the child. How foolish of a spy to have a child.

He looked over at who he thought was the mother. She seemed to be ingaging in conversation with a friend.

She has a child, a lover and a friend? The poor, poor fool.

Valentine shook his head one last time. He was really beginning to doubt the quality of students attending WHOOP.

Maybe coming here was a mistake.

Without saying a word, he turned and headed for the ship.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Craven ~ F ~ Still bored

There still didn’t seem to be anything to do.

What looked like former students – and her new seniors – had started to show up. One couple arrived with the guy carrying a baby, which seemed to be his. Craven was amused - the rules in this school seemed to be rather lax. Back in her old school, a pregnant student would have caused a great scandal, maybe facing expulsion, and of course, no babies could be brought there. This WOOHP place promised very interesting times. Then she frowned. It was a spy school. Even if it were lax in one area, it would probably make up for it by being totally tough in another.

One dude who seemed new but had the liveliness of the Energizer bunny on drugs was already mingling around, making “friends” if you could call it that. Another comparatively taller dude was walking around, and though his face seemed rather expressionless, she could sense, rather than see his disdain of the people around her. It wasn’t that she was particularly intuitive, it just seemed like there was a hint of arrogance in his bearing that did not bode well if he were to be her new classmate.

The hyper bunny dude – he said his name was Zak, well, she overheard him say it, but she technically wasn’t eavesdropping since he practically shouted it out – continued with his various exuberant activities. Craven watched him with just a hint of wistfulness. She wished that she too could be so…social and so naïve and open.

Shrugging, she detached herself from the shadows of the wall and started walking towards the general direction of the boat as other students too had began drifting towards it.

Sure, she hadn't made any friends, hadn't "gotten to know" anyone, but heck, she had one whole year to try.

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~

I carried Kio along the dock to get him to calm down. He stopped crying eventually but he didn’t want to settle. The cold wind couldn’t have helped, even though I’d brought a blanket to keep him warm. I kept walking until we were well away from the others and began to hum quietly to my son. It was our secret I guess, my no-fail method of getting Kio to sleep at night. Eevee didn’t know about it, I’d never told her. It wasn’t that I was trying to be rude or anything but it was kinda personal to me and I wanted to be the only person to share it with Kio. At least for now.

It was a lullaby my mother had once sung to my sister and me to get us to sleep. I couldn’t remember the words but I knew the tune by heart. During my travels, I used to sing it in my head in order to get myself to sleep. Nowadays I just used it to get Kio to sleep. I didn’t need it anymore.

“Hey…”

I looked back and saw Eevee and Alex coming across the dock. I smiled and walked over.

“Hey,” I replied.

Eevee peeked over at Kio who was fast asleep in my arms. “You got him to sleep. You have to tell me how you do that.”

I simply shrugged. “When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.” It was a lie I guess but it wasn’t meant to be hurtful. I just wanted to keep this secret.

“He’s adorable,” Alex cooed.

“Yeah, we got pretty lucky,” I agreed. “Fortunately, he looks more like me than Eevee.” It was nothing more than a playful joke, we’d been throwing so many back and forth lately that it had become habit. Normally, she probably would have hit me but she restrained herself from fear of waking Kio. I knew she’d get me later though.

“We came to tell you the boat’s here,” said Eevee. “We need to go.”

I nodded and the three of us headed off to the boat. We passed Rox on the way but she was still talking to this new kid she’d met so we let her be. She would probably meet us on the boat at some point.

Gathering together all our belongings we boarded the boat t school ad made camp in one of the cabins near the centre of the boat. We didn’t want the rocking to disturb Kio. It suited us better if he slept right through to his next feed. We wrapped him up warmly on one of the beds. It was a difficult task trying not to disturb his sleep but we managed it somehow. I liked to watch him sleep sometimes, especially now he’d reached this age. He had a tendency of moving a lot in his sleep but as he’d only learnt how to roll one way he would often force himself into the strangest positions. It was unbearably adorable though.

“Can’t believe it’s been a whole year since we first got on this boat,” I mused.

“Yeah,” agreed Alex. “So much has happened since we first met. We’ve all had an exciting year.”

“At least this year won’t be as chaotic,” Eevee leant back in her seat and shot me a questioning glance, “will they?”

I shrugged innocently. “Not from my end. Well, as far as I know.” I thought for a moment. “Will you too stay here, I wanna take a walk along the boat where I first met my gorgeous wife here but I don’t wanna leave Kio alone.”

“Well we were gonna look for Rox.”

“I’ll send her over if I bump into her. She might still be with that boy.”

Alex laughed. “I wonder if she’s proposed yet.”

Eevee and I frowned at her.

Still laughing, she waved a hand as if to disperse our confusion. “It’s an inside joke.”

“Right…” I just shook my head and hugged Eevee. “I’ll see you in a bit ‘kay?”

She nodded. “Okay.”

I kissed her and said goodbye to Alex. My plans were to go down to the kitchen, grab myself some food. Hard to believe it had only been a year ago that I’d even met Eevee, how far we had come in such a short time. We’d been through everything together. She’d helped me with my sister; there had been those kidnappings, the cloning – that had made a damn mess of thin –

My thoughts of days gone by were interrupted when I accidentally crashed into a girl coming the other way down the corridor. I mumbled a quick apology. She looked familiar, at first I couldn’t remember why but then I remembered seeing her lurking by the shadows near Rox and that boy. She had to be new so I figured I should do the nice thing of introducing myself.

“Hey, my name’s Sam,” I extended my hand but she seemed reluctant to shake it. “It’s just a handshake,” I added lightly.

She eventually accepted my offer. “My name’s Craven. You’re the one with the baby aren’t you? Are you really allowed to have a kid so young at the school?”

I laughed, amused by her bluntness. “There’s no tiptoeing past you is there? Yeah, Kio’s my son. My wife and I just brought a place off campus, he won’ be anywhere near the school. Well, not if I can help it.”

“Wife? You’re married already? What are, twenty?”

I laughed again. “I’m twenty-one, she’s eighteen.”

She opened her mouth to add another barrage of comments but I decided to interrupt her this time. Putting people in unfamiliar situations was a great way of understanding them. “You’re very outspoken aren’t you?”

“It’s been said.”

“Look, I’m not the sort of person to trust anyone straight off but I got no problem getting to know someone. You wanna talk over food? This place has got a pretty good kitchen and I’m starving, decides, I could use the company.” I laughed. “Or maybe I just want an excuse to stay away from my room. Girly conversations don’t sit too well with me you know?” I felt like I was blabbering on so I tried to focus back on the point. “So you wanna get a bite to eat?”

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TAG Hyper!

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

As can be noticed, I switched(rather erratically) from the third person to the first person in my posts depending on my mood. Oh and I'm having fun with Craven..she's a lot ditzier than my normal characters. And she talks more too.

Craven ~ F ~ About to go for dinner(food food food)

I bumped into the dude with the baby – he just told me his name was Sam.

At first, to tell the truth, I was rather thunderstruck. Who knows what sort of person this was – back home he would have been viewed as a delinquent and ostracised from decent society. He was still in school, c’mon. Sure it wasn’t a normal school, but there was propriety and all that nonsense. It was hard to shake off that mentality since I’ve lived with it practically forever, but I have had a lot of practice. Of course, I hated the conventions back home, and would do anything to break them. I mean, those old stuffy coots seriously needed to lighten up. So after, thinking for an extremely short while, I thought, why not? He seemed like a pretty nice guy…

And then just after we’ve introduced ourselves, my big mouth blundered again, and I asked a whole load of questions that would normally irritate, well, anybody.

To my amazement, he laughed. I had seldom gotten such a reaction, and so when he asked me to join him for dinner, I was kindly disposed to agree.

I had already found the kitchen while aimlessly wandering around, so off we headed.

After getting our food, we sat down, and I was bursting with curiosity about him and his…er wife? However, I had already bungled once, and I didn’t really feel like losing a friend five minutes after meeting him, so I asked about school.

“What’s Whoop like?” I asked, using the “nickname” I had heard other students use when referring to our institution. “I mean, I know it’s a spy school and all, but what do we actually do there? Is the schedule tough and all?”

He looked amused. “You jumped into this one without thinking too much, did you?”

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, it was a way to breakaway from dull mundane life. I got bored y’know… So, tell me more about our glorious school.”

~~~
Tag Sam =P

[MascaraTears]

Alex

After a quick look around to see if Rox had boarded the boat yet, I turned to Eevee and told her that I had to go. Jerry had left the job of the 'big speech' to me and I wanted a quick rest before I had to do lots of talking about W.O.O.H.P.

Eevee gave me a quick goodbye, still holding Kio close to her, and I headed into the Main Lounge of the boat. Getting there within minutes, I sat myself down on one of the large chairs and pulled a folded paperback copy of L'etranger from my jeans pocket and opened it on the last page I'd been consumed in. Humming Taylor, The Latte Boy to myself, I leant back, a half-smile on my face.

I had no script for what I was supposed to say, but I was more than happy to wing it. I was much more confident than I had been last time I was aboard this ship.

Soon, an announcement would sound through the speakers spread throughout the ship, and the new recruits would be told to come to the Main Lounge for an introduction of W.O.O.H.P. Of course, that wouldn't happen until the technology on the boat made sure that everyone had boarded. If someone were missing at Midnight, that would be something Jerry would have to deal with.

I smiled to myself, wondering what so say. Even if I was going to go by the feel of the moment, I needed to think up something to start with. But then I realised I didn't really like things that way and opened up my french novel again, just waiting for the announcement to sound.

[Samchu]

Sam
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I thought carefully about the task before me. How to describe the WOOHP experience, not one of the easiest things I’d had to do so far. I tried drawing on some of my experiences from the past year but found them unhelpful. I was trying to give an overall view of WOOHP here; our first year of chaos hardly did it justice.

“You’re easier to deal with when your questions are spontaneous,” I said, breaking the silence. I used her reaction as a way of buying myself a few extra moments to ponder over a suitable answer. I wanted to give the right impression and I doubted the image of me and Kio would have helped that.

“WOOHP is…” I paused for another moment, rolling the words across my tongue before letting them escape my lips, “challenging.” It seemed like a fair comment. “The classes aren’t too hard to deal with but if you don’t apply what you’ve learned to the practical missions you can end up in a lot of trouble.”

“So we get to go on missions?” there was a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Sure do. Though I doubt you’ll have to face anything near as chaotic as we did,” I smiled, laughing silently to myself. “You get a lot of social time because there’s so little homework but you tend to find yourself doing a lot of training to keep up with the physical strain of it all. Fortunately, the facilities are top-of-the-range, I heard that they installed new software and vamped everything up during the summer.”

“Sounds pretty exciting.”

“It is.” I sat back a little and ate some of the food in front of me. “I’m hardly the perfect example of a WOOHP student though, so don’t think too much into it. A lot of things happened last year that would be considered rare by even WOOHP’s standards.”

“Like?”

I laughed, waving her request away. “You don’t wanna hear those stories.”

“Maybe I do.”

I smirked. “You’ll hear them soon enough. Give it a week, there’ll be plenty of rumours circling about what my friends and I got up to last year.”

“I don’t want a rumour. I want to know what really happened.”

“Persistent aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“That’s a pretty dangerous characteristic. Bad guys have a history of short tempers.”

She leant forward. “You’re avoiding the subject.”

“Perhaps.”

“Why won’t you tell me what happened?”

I sighed and scratched the stumble forming on my chin. “Most of last year stemmed from some…personal issues. A lot of things happened that I wish hadn’t. That’s all there is to it.”

“That’s pretty vague isn’t it?”

“Like I said, you’ll find out in time.”

I could see the first signs of irritation creep across her face. “Are you always like this?”

“Only to people I don’t trust,” I answered bluntly.

“You don’t trust me?”

“Don’t take it personally, I don’t trust anyone at first.”

“So what would I have to do to make you trust me?”

“Well that’s easy,” I replied coolly, “don’t ever betray me or anyone I care about.”

“Like to keep things simple don’t you?”

“It’s the only way I know,” I replied, finishing off my sandwich. “So, anything else you wanna know?”

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TAG!

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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Valentine slowly sipped at the glass of wine he was able to get on the boat. The trip had gone a bit uneventful for him. He had been trying to avoid all the other students attending. He figured it was best if he didn't get attached to anyone.

He turned away from his glass when he noticed someone come in. He looked over his shoulder to see that man with the child and some other girl. They were ingaging in a conversation of soughts. He shook his head.

This man managed to make it through WHOOP? With so many weaknesses? Maybe this isn't the best school afterall.

His mismatched eyes locked on the man. He wanted to test how long he could stare at him before he noticed his presence. But he was also sutdying him, trying to find out as much as he can simply by observing him.

How could he allow himself to develop so many weaknesses? How could he have been able to pass through WHOOP? Maybe he's someone I should keep my eye on.

[eevee-shayna]

OOC: Sam, people are taking our TAG! Ah, well.

IC:

I was eager to meet my new classmates, but my motherly duties were more dire. With my belongings settled for the boat ride, I set my attention to my son. Kio lay peacefully in his blankets. He made small cooing noises as he lightly dozed. The sight of this delicate child made my heart flutter every time. It was hard to believe he was my two months old baby. With my profession, I always had moments where I felt as if this world I’d brought him into was the most unsafe place to be. After all I’d been through last school year, I knew that dangers and enemies were not farfetched. Although our worst enemy, Sam’s father, was now dead, I still couldn’t help feeling like a mother and wanting to protect my son from the evil I knew was in the world.

Kio let out a small whine as the Ship rocked.

“Shh,” I noised. Careful to be gentle, I lifted him onto my hip and swayed. It was a motherly trick I’d picked up.

After some time had passed, Kio started to whine for his baby formula. I had the powder with me, but water was needed to mix it, so I slung his diaper bag over my shoulder, and with the baby resting on my hip, I headed to the kitchen.

Upon entering the ever so familiar room, I found that it was occupied by three people: Sam, a girl talking to Sam, and a loner, male teenager who was fixated on my husband. Sam glanced up to meet my eyes and smiled. I smiled back, and headed over to him.

“Could you hold him for a sec?” I asked.

“Sure, was the tyke too much trouble for you?” Sam said. Though his comment was to tease me, I couldn’t help think that he was glad to talk to me.

“Was you conversation too much trouble for you?” I teased back. Sam took our son, and I dug through the diaper bag for the formula and a bottle. As I pulled them out, I looked up at the girl Sam had been conversing with.

“By the way, I’m Eevee. You’re a new student, I presume? Well, nice to meet you. I’ll be right back, I just need to fill this,” I said in my pleasant way. By her smile, I could tell she knew my relation to Sam. Then again, it’s not like we were hiding it: the baby was kind of a dead giveaway.

With the needed items in hand, I walked over to the sink, which was right next to the third occupant of the room.

“Another new student,” I said with cheer as I filled the bottle with water. The boy studied me, but remained silent and took a sip of wine.

I turned off the tap and measured scoops of formula into the bottle.

“Not much of a talker, eh? Or are you just being a shy freshman,” I said not impolitely.

“Look, I’m attending this school to become a spy. Getting attached with anyone would interfere with that serious process. But by the looks of the returning students, I’m beginning to lose confidence in this facility,” he said with a face of stone.

I snapped the top on the bottle and took a moment to stare at this guy, before shaking the bottle to mix its contents.

“Nice to meet you too,” I said in an air of sarcasm. After putting the container in the microwave, I turned my attention to him and resumed talking.

“First of all, I’m Eevee and I’d appreciate it if you reconsidered your first impression of Sam, Alex, Rox and I. We’ve been through more then you could ever imagine. Second, W.O.O.H.P. is a challenging school that you should at least test out before jumping to quick conclusions. We won’t be in the same classes, but you’ll soon learn the talents my friends and I posses which have qualified us and gotten us through last year. And third, relations with your classmates is a rather good thing. We have to go on life-risking missions together, and it helps if we have good relations. I can’t tell you how many times knowing my buddies has saved us and helped us accomplish our missions.”

There was a pause, which was interrupted by the microwave’s beep. I took Kio’s bottle out and stirred the contents. I checked the temperature on my wrist and found it satisfactory.

“This school has a way of changing us, and drawing out the potential in us. You’d never recognize me in the beginning of last year. Who knows what you’ll become this time next year,” I said as an ending note, before grabbing my stuff and walking back across the kitchen to Sam.

I could feel the boy’s eyes drilling through my back as I walked away. With one of my characteristic smirks, I announced to the whole room, “I know I’m attractive, but I’m sure you can find something else to occupy your eyes.” Instantly I felt the presence disappear.

I placed the bag on the floor and took Kio from Sam, who was smirking back at me. Carefully, I proceeded to feed my baby.

“I’m back,” I unneedingly announced to the table.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Craven ~ F ~ With Sam, Eevee and Kio

Sam’s wife…girlfriend? had joined us, bringing with her the absolutely adorable baby. I generally don’t like little kids, but that one was cute! She seemed pretty nice too and they made a rather well matched couple.

The weird dude, the cold one who had been staring at us earlier, I noticed, and judging from the words he had exchanged with Eevee – ugh. I laughed though when Eevee passed her “I’m attractive” comment. He averted his eyes immediately. It wasn’t in his character to look embarrassed, but if it were, he would have already been all red faced. Knowing that kind of personality though, he was probably angry.

I slumped onto the table in front of me. One of my future classmates is an antisocial freak and the other looks like he’s permenantly hyper.” I groaned.

Eevee saw my actions and probably guessed more or less the reason behind them.

“Don’t worry too much about Woohp,” she said. “You’ll find your own niche.”

I smiled. After having talked to both of them, I could more or less see that they both loved Woohp very much, and had a deep sense of allegiance to the school. Not bad, I thought. Maybe I’ll grow to learn it like they do.

“What happens now do you know?” I asked. “Does our training start immediately on this boat? Briefings?”

Eevee and Sam smiled almost simultaneously. “You’ll find out soon enough,” Sam said, smirking. He probably knew that would irritate me all the more.

I groaned. Between the curiosity of what had happened to all the older WOOHP students and the curiosity of what was going to happen to me, I was slowly being driven mad.

[Samchu]

OOC: Sure seems that way

Sam
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I laughed at Craven slumped on the table before us. Eevee paused fromn feeding Kio long enough to jab me in the ribs with her elbow. "You shouldn't tease her."

"Yes mom," I rolled the word 'mom' just to emphasise the joke. I leant across the table and nudged Craven. "Look, if you really must know, you get a briefing on the boat and then they generally give you the first day to chill and explore the place, then the lessons start."

"Why couldn't you tell me that in the first place?"

I laughed again, "What fun would that be?"

She grabbed at the back of her head with her hands, she looked like someone going crazy.

"The trick is to not think about stuff too deeply. What will happen will happen. I can't tell you what your experience will be like or what will happen because no one knows. Don't worry though, you'll fit in here just fine."

She glared at me over her arms. "Have you seen my classmates? A synical loner and the energiser bunny on speed. And that's just the ones I know of!"

"Don't worry about if. You should have seen the four of us when we first met. I was a bit like mr cold-ass over there, Eevee was the most insane goth you could ever met - no really, she jumped out of a moving car once," I turned back to Eevee, "was that before or after you stole the police car?"

She laughed, "before."

"See what I mean? This school changes people. You won't walk out the same person you walked in as and nether will they. It'll work out in time, you'll see."

A loud belch interrupted our serious conversation. We both started laughing. "He gets that from me you know." We all laughed.

"Could all new students please report to the main longue for registration and induction," a programmed voice rang over the speaker the system.

Craven stood up. "Guess that's my call to go."

"We'll walk you," I offered. "It's on the way to our cabin anyway."

So we accompanied Craven to the entrance of the main longue. She and Eevee talked pretty much the entire time. They seemed to get along really well and Craven seemed to like Kio - which made talking much easier.

"Thank you both for accompanying me," said Caven as we reached the main longue.

"Don't mention it," replied Eevee. "We're always happy to help."

I nodded in agreement. "And don't worry too much about your classmates, I'm sure you'll find out they aren't so bad really." I nodded again to emphasise my point. "Well then, we'll see you around Craven."

"Bye."

"She seems nice," said Eevee as we headed back to our cabin.

I shrugged, "she's an ok kid I guess."

"I think Kio likes her."

"He's got good taste. Doesn't mean I'm gonna trust her though."

Eevee laughed. "You should try lightening up. People aren't all bad. The two of you got along really well didn't you?"

"There's a different between trust and friendship."

"Do you trust me?"

I looked across at her, her question having caught me off guard. "Off course I trust you."

She msiled and leaned over, planting a kiss on my lips. "I trust you too."

We got back to the cabin and left Kio to amuse hiself on his playmat whilst we watched him, huddled together on the floor by the bed.

"Hardly the most romantic way to spend an evening," I mused.

"Doesn't matter. We have everything we need here, what more could we want?"

I smiled and kissed her, "nothing." We talked for a while, laughing at each other's jokes and interfering now and again with Kio's play time for various reasons. We were just waiting for his diaper to fill. "He really is adorable isn't he?"

"Yeah...Makes this past year worthwhile."

"Dunno about that. Just being with you was enough for me." I looked down at Kio and msiled. "But now that we have this little tyke, I wouldn't give him up for anything in the world."

"Me neither." We kissed again. "Didn't you say your sister was going to move back in with us?"

"Yeah. I haven't seen her since the wedding. Her treatment's going really well apparently."

"That's great. You really are a good brother."

"Am I good husband?"

She kissed me. "The best. Not too bad at the whole father thing either."

I laughed. "Well you make a great mother." I looked at the clock, the boat would be taking off soon. "Do you think we hsould go look for Rox? Weh vaen't spoken to her yet and I'm sure she'd love to see Kio - and us too of course."

[Crystal Tears]

.|.<(+_+)>.|. Zª|< .|.<(+_+)>.|.

The loud, monotone sound of the horn seemed to judder everything around it. Zak's eyes widen as his body moved in what seemed slow motion. His body went backwards, forwards, backwards, before once again falling forward. Only this time Zak's attempts to keep himself balanced seemed futile. He tumbled, his arms out stretched in a frantic attempt to not hit the ground. Though his efforts seemed hopeless as his bare palms slammed down onto the rough, hard concrete, and slid forward painfully. He felt his face cringe; his eyes squinted as the pavement neared his face. In a stab to keep his face unscathed he felt his arms fold, and his body flip, his feet over his head, and then landing solidly. It actually looked like an impressive manoeuvre. Blinking, his face seeming serious for a moment, disappeared, his childish disbelief covering his face like an awestruck mask.

Turning back joyfully to Roxanne, he grinned. But another horn blast from the ship caught Zak once again off guard. He winced, ducking his head down before turning an irritated face towards the boat, and stick out his tongue.

"Stupid boat." Zak mumbled, waiting for Roxanne to pack up her things. Mainly the laptop that had spotted him on his quest to surprise her, he mentally stuck out his tongue at the contraption of technology before he and her strolled over to the boat.

"Roxanne..."

"Call me Rox."

"Did you go to this School before?" Zak questioned, as they set foot onto the deck of the boat.

"Ye..." Rox's words trailed off, her sight focusing on the other people on the deck. "Yes." she said, slightly embarrassed she had lost her train of thing.

Zak looked over at the people, one man, who looked like he had his hands full; on one hand he had that girl clinging to him, and the baby. And then he also had the whiney girl from before looking rather distraught. Zak thought that Rox was going to go over to them, but when the P.A system announced all the new students come to the main lounge. Zak clung to Roxanne's arm like a 4-year-old just entering kindergarten.

"Erm..." Zak blushed madly, releasing Rox's arm. "Listen, I'd hate to be a bother..." He sighed, tugging on his shirt and looking at the deck. "But can you show me to the main lounge? I'm lost, and I'm nervous as well..."

"Sure." Roxanne answered.

It only took 5 minutes for Roxanne and Zak to reach the lounge. Zak was grateful. Bowing towards Roxanne politely as he turned back to the crowd.

"I'll see you later." Zak said, almost sounding completely mature, but it was ruined when he looked at the ground, before looking up at her like a child. "I hope..."

Actually Zakary was grateful she had even bothered with him. Many had just sent him away even before he could say a word, but she had actually listened to his childish talk, and had even cared enough to show him to the main lounge. Which wouldn't appear to be much to a lot of people, but to Zak it was.
But many would say that's just because he was a child.

Looking up hopefully at Roxanne, Zak awaited her answer.
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Tag Becki. >> Meeehh.... And anyone else who would like to talk to a "Energizer Bunny on Speed".

[ChobiChibi]

~Roxanne~
My temporary daze finally shifted and I could finally focus. "Of course!" I smiled at him. He grinned at me and turned to leave. "Wait!" I called, catching hold of his t-shirt. "I'm sorry about how... out of it I seemed before. I guess I-"
"It's okay!" He interupted, beaming at me.
"I'll come find you after the induction. Just wait around here, 'kay?"
He nodded and bounded off into the main lounge, bumping into someone on the way. I laughed to myself, he was just like my little brother. Except Harry was five and Zak was eighteen... Something told me that something wasn't quite right about him... I was wrong to assume such things, but I couldn't help it. I pushed those thoughts to one side. He would tell me in due time if he wanted to.
I made my way down the corridor, humming to myself. I stopped suddenly as i heard a faint giggle. I pressed my ear up against the door. I grinned as i heard the giggles continue, took a pin from my hair and silently picked the lock. I turned the handle slowly and peered around the door. Sure enough, Sam and Eevee were huddled on the floor with Kio on his playmat kicking the air and giggling.
"He's still so adorable!" I said, making both Sam and Eevee jump. They turned around to face me. Kio's giggling turned into a little raspberry noise. I knelt down beside Eevee, making the same raspberry noises back at Kio.
"You're such a bad influence on him, Rox." Sam commented, a serious look on his face. It soon turned into a smile when he saw how much fun Kio was having.
"Did you have a good time in England with Alex?" Asked Eevee.
I cleared my throat, pushing my glasses to the end of my nose and looked over the top of them. "One had an absolutely fab two months in London. T'was very spiffing, what what." I said, putting on my best english accent. It was good enough to make Alex cringe everytime she heard it, wondering if she really spoke like that. Every time i did it, it was soon followed by a short sharp slap on my arm. I was just glad she wasn't here to do it right now, my arm hurt enough from it already. I absent mindedly rubbed my arm.
"What about New York?" Sam asked. I could tell he felt he had to ask the question, despite the fact he probably knew the answer.
His answer was wrong, however. "Y'know, i think i learnt a lot. It really wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. I now understand what my Mom and Phill did..." I re-adjusted my glasses back to where they should be. "And i got to see Harry. I really missed that little guy." I turned to Kio. "Just as much as this little guy."
I glanced up at the clock. I swore under my breath, Alex would kill me if i missed the presentation. "Sorry guys, i gotta go... Alex will be waiting for me in the main lounge and won't be happy if i don't show up..."
"It's okay."
I opened the door, taking my pin from the other side.
"You could always knock next time."
"That wouldn't be any fun now, would it?" I said, grinning at them. I closed the door, locking it behind me and ran off in the direction of the main lounge.

[~Genki Katchum~]

LSU Approved by Mascara Tears

Name: Genki (got rid of his last name long ago)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Tall, around 6'3"; has wild, black hair with dark-green eyes and tanned skin; Wears a baggy, (opened) long-sleeved red shirt with a black t-shirt and baggy blue jeans; moderately muscular; wears black, dingy, old gym shoes that should've fallen apart long ago, but, for some reason, have stayed in one piece
Personality: Although he has a nice side, it takes a while for it to really appear; he comes off as a bit of a tough guy and rarely takes things [too] seriously; he can also be quite rude when he meets new people; he isn't the strong, silent type, but he doesn't gab like crazy; enjoys adventure and action and tries to get all that he can of and from it; always speaks his mind (unless he wants something to stay secret)
History: Genki grew up with a moderately normal life. However, Genki always thought his parents were hiding something from him. He didn't (and still doesn't) know what it was they REALLY did for a living, but Genki came to the conclusion that at least one of them might've been an assassain. He moved aways from his parents a while ago and hasn't made too much of an effort to keep in touch with them; he's always had a fascination with ninjas and has practiced and develop a few of the basic ninjutsu techniques as well as a few fighting styles (his favorites being Capoeira and Drunken Boxing)
Relations: None...
Other: He likes the night life... he likes to boogie....


~Genki~

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Ugh..." Genki groaned as he turned over for the fifteenth time and hit the snooze button on his alarm. "Seven more minutes.." Genki moaned as he turned back over. Suddenly, a beeping noise came from his laptop. Unfortunately for Genki, his laptop was 5 feet away from his bed. Genki finally accepted the fact that he HAD to get up and slid out of bed.

"Ugh... what the hell..?" Genki rubbed his eyes and saw a message on his laptop: "GET UP ALREADY!!" Genki realized that he had left the message for himself the day before. It was then that he realized what day it was. Genki whipped his head around and looked at his clock, "Oh yeah.." his voice was calm, it was as if the fact that he was running late didn't concern him to much. He slipped on his red over shirt and blue jeans (he slept in his black t-shirt) and tossed his laptop and a few other essentials into a dufflebag with his extra clothes, slung his bad over his shoulders and headed out the window.

The drop was about 2 stories, but Genki had a special strategy for getting down. He grabbed the fire escape rail and swung from it to the water pipe. He slid down the pipe and lept from it to his vespa sitting on the curb. He popped on his helmet and goggles, kicked his vespa into action and took off at top speed. "Hope this whole thing doesn't turn out to be a dud.." Genki mumbled to himself as he skid around a corner, nearly missing several cars. After about 20 minutes he reached a pier.

"Cool; the boat's still here!" Genki said with a slight grin as he aimed his bike for a make-shift ramp. He and his vespa were launched into the air and he landed with a loud thud and screeching tires on the boat in front of some of the ship's crew. "Take care of her." Genki said as he tossed the keys to one of the shipmates.

"Yes, sir." The shipmate replied. Genki climbed off his vespa and walked off looking at the boat he was on.

"Not bad... guess this might be the real deal after all!" Genki said as he looked with amazement. "Wonder where I can get some grub.. haven't eaten a thing yet..." Genki saw a red-headed girl running towards him and grinned. "Guess the girls around here are pretty fine!" Genki thought.

"Hey, cute girl! You know where the food is?"

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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"Could all new students please report to the main longue for registration and induction,"

Valentine quietly rose from his seat and gave noe last look at the three students. He had heard what they were saying about him.

So you feel I'm a 'synical loner' do you? Well, I'd prefer to remain like that.

He turned and silently left the room.

To make friends is to makes weaknesses. That's what I was taught, and that's what I shall believe.

And having a child is an even greater weakness.

A spy should not have any friends, only allies. They should only focus on their job. That's all I shall do.

Valentine stopped, his eyes staring at the floor.

That's all I can do.

He continued silently towards the main lounge.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Craven ~ F ~ In the lounge

The lounge was pretty big, and Craven was feeling a little lost.

They were supposed to be registering, but she didn't really feel like it just then. Nearby, she noticed the hyper-dude, Zak. Since they were going to be year mates and all, if not classmates, she didn't see the harm in getting to know him better. After all, he looked nice, and was kinda cute, in a little kid sort of way.

She walked behind him and tapped him on his shoulder. What she did not expect was the huge reaction that she got.

"HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he said, and he grabbed her hand, shaking it enthusiastically. "I'm Zak! And you're the whiney girl!!!!!!"

She raised my left eyebrow and narrowed her eyes. "Whiney girl?" she asked, her tone light, but her jaw was just slightly clenched.

"YEAH! Cos you just stood around looking moody and you didn't even bother going around making friends!"

For some reason, that made her smile. After all, it was a pretty accurate description.

"Well, so that you won't call me whiney girl, my name's Craven. Nice to meetcha, Zak."

For a while there was a silence as Craven couldn't think of anything to say. Her natural outspokenness seemed to have deserted her.

"Soooooooooooo...whatcha think we're gonna do now?" Zak asked, looking at her innocently.

"You remind me of my younger sis," she said, looking at him. "No insult meant, of course."

"None taken. But you just changed the topic for no reason."

She shrugged. "I do that a lot. Anyways, since we've got nothing better to do, wanna go try find the registration place thingies together?"

She waited for his reply.

~~~
OOC:short post..in College now. whoop dee doo.

[Ghost]

Whoops...Guess I'm a little late. School takes up time man Let's just say that Damon was on the boat the whole time, but no one talked to him

Nameamon Castle (Ahhhh AAB...)
Age: 18
Gender:Male
Appearance: Damon stands at about 6'7", so he's obviously very tall.He has short dirty blonde hair,which he got by dying his perfect blond hair(Teachers and his parents referred to it as "Angel Hair") to black, which didnt go over so well.He also has a goatee, which makes him feel older. Damon is very muscular, which he got by working out alot.Originally,Damon tried to become a Navy SEAL, but in Pre-Buds training he broke leg, which crippled his ability to run as fast as he used to(He used to be on the track team in high school, and was very fast).He has dark brown eyes,and usually prefers to wear suits instead of traditional clothing. He usually wears the best suits that are available,along with the most expensive things he can buy(Rolex, moto razr,etc...)
Personality: Damon has a very dark personality.He does not like to be very social, and always avoids people when ever he can, though he is very persuavsive(sp).Damon is full of hate and anger for them(explained in history) and wishes he could find them and kill them.
History: When Damon was five years old, his mother and father went to his fathers office to get some campaign papers(His dad was extremely rich, and was a hopeful canidate for President)at night, they were sniped and murdered with a .50 caliber bullets, which blew their heads straight off their bodies.Damon was never really able to get over the fact that his parents were dead, and was taken care of for two months by his Aunt, who was also concidentally killed.After witnessing so many deaths, it seemed as if Damon had finally snapped. At night he would have horrible, haunting nightmares,and many nights he could not sleep at all. He was able to get through it, and hopes to become a spy so he can finally track down his parents killer and get his revenge.
Relations: None
Original Location: Navy SEALs(Not really a spy academy, but w/e
Other: (EDIT)Forgot to mention he has a deep voice, like Harrison Ford or Kiefer Sutherland.

Damon Castle
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"Jesus..." Damon looked over at the time to see he was almost late. Guess the Navy SEAL training really hadn't stuck to him eh?Sliding out of the bed he put on his suit and rolex, and hurried out the door as fast as he could. His hair was sticking up in all directions, but he could fix it in the Taxi, right?

"Taxi!" Damon called, waving his hand on the side of the street. Around 10 seconds later a Taxi drove in front of him, and Damon plopped in. "I need to get to this address in less then five minutes."

The Puerto Rican cab driver nearly started to burst out laughing. "That's going to be nearly impossible!Are you smoking pot or what, cause i'd sure-" Damon slipped the cab driver a hundred dollar bill. "Right away sir. I'll get you there in four." The Taxi driver must of been going nearly 90 miles around hour, because he zipped around all the traffic and amazingly made it there in time. Damon handed him another hundred dollar bill and hurried out to the boat.

There was already a bunch of kids boarding the boat, so I hurried and jumped on at the last second. I let out a deep sigh of relief and checked my watch. Perfect Time. As the boat started to drift away, I sat alone by myself at the side of the ship, looking at all the people. There was a man carrying a baby, along with another girl...Wife?Acquiantce?Girlfriend? I didn't know, and I wasn't about to ask. There was also another man sitting mysteriously alone, but I was always the shy one, and would never engage in conversation with anyone. There were a bunch of strange people, but espically a very hyper one, who seemed as if he owned a candy store...

Damon sat quietly until they got to the place.I hurried to the main lounge, and I heard over the intercom about registration and induction. He figured he might as well head that way, looking at a map before he went.

[ChobiChibi]

~Rox~
I stopped dead in my tracks, turned to face him and glared. I never did like his type; the kind of guy that spoke his mind without thinking of the consequences. I’ll admit that I do speak my mind often, but not without serious thought. And plus, he was being plain cheeky.
“The canteen is that way.” I said bluntly, pointing in the correct direction. “You should be in the main lounge to be inducted.” I began to continue to the lounge when he stopped me again.
“So, are you headed there?” He asked, the smile remaining on his face as he leaned against the wall.
“Yes, but only to do the presentation.” A smirk replaced my frown. I knew he was confused but was trying to mask it.
“Do the presentation…?”
“Yes. Well, help my friend that is doing the presentation.”
“You mean you’ve been here before?”
“Yes, for the whole of last year. Now if you’ll excuse-”
“Wait, wait. You’re trying to tell me that you have been training as a spy for a year?” He interrupted.
I nodded. He laughed at me. I shot him another glare. “What’s so funny?”
“I can’t believe that a pretty girl like you could have done spy missions. I mean, you’re too-”
“Too what?” I felt my anger rise. This was just insulting.
“Too… Actually, I dunno.” He knew he was winding me up, and he was enjoying it. I was living proof that red-heads had a bad temper problem.
I pushed past him and went into the lounge, taking my seat next to Alex.
“Men…” I muttered. She nodded in acknowledgement and laughed quietly.
~~
Sorry it's short, must sleep X_x

[~Genki Katchum~]

~Genki~

Genki chuckled to himself as the flustered red-head made her way past him. "Guess she can't take a joke... or a compliment for that matter. Ah well!" Genki headed in the same direction as the red-head and shortly arrived at the main lounge.

Genki whistled, "Wow! Nice lounge." Genki shifted shoulders with his bag as he looked around at the room. He took a quick glance at the others there and noticed the red-head sitting. She caught his glance and he waved at her with a smile. She quickly looked away again and Genki chuckled. Suddenly, Genki's stomach growled loudly drawing a few glances. Genki gave them a goofy look. A few turned away and he seemed to put a smile on a few faces.

Genki put an arm over his stomach. "Dangit! I should've grabbed a bag of chips or something. Sheesh... I'm freakin' starving!" Genki looked around lazily. "Now where do I register so I can go get some food..?"

[Crystal Tears]

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.|.<(+_+)>.|. Zª|< .|.<(+_+)>.|.

Recently meeting the 'whiney girl', Zakary had learned that her name wasn't 'whiny girl', not that he actually expected to be, but it was actually 'Craven'. Zak grinned, hearing her suggestion.

"Hai hai hai!" Zak bounded, hopping in place as he answered. He didn't even realize he was confusing his words. Instead, he only smiled. "I mean; it can't be harder then finding the main lounge." Zak looked around, seeing the new students he grinned. "And obviously it wasn't that hard."

Gruuuuuuuuuuuuuumble~

Zak turned around frightened; his ears had picked up a horrible noise that sounded like a monster preparing to eat him. But when his orange eyes focused on a man with wild black hair, dark green eyes, and a tan, Zakary couldn't help but tilt his head. 'Since when did spy schools accept cave men?'

"Zak?"

Zakary turned back to Craven, blushing lightly. "Umm well, I can't really see it..." He admitted, mentally cursing his height. But his spirits soon began to rise up from the ashes when he caught sight of a booth not to far from them. "Is that it?" He asked her. She shrugged, and started to head over.

"I'll come find you after the induction. Just wait around here, 'kay?"

Wait...

Wait...

WAIT...

"Wait!" Zakary yelped, causing Craven to stop and look back at him. "Um... Well, I think we should wait. Isn't there some speech that's suppose to be given out anyways?" Craven raised an eyebrow at him again. Zak shifted uneasily in his spot. "Please?" Zak almost begged.

"Does it matter?" Craven asked.

"No... I guess not..." Zak sighed, stepping forward. Hoping Rox would still try to find him afterwards. "And plus if I don't stand there, the cave man can't eat me." He joked quietly, so the 'cave man' wouldn't take notice of him.

- - - -

Tag Hyper. *poof*

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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Valentine resisted rolling his eyes as he looked around the main lounge. That hyper kid was back, as well as that girl from before. There was another one, a bruenette more concerned with his stomach than anything else.

There was another as well, a black haired teen all alone. Velentine got the impretion that maybe he was like hmi. Maybe he knew how wrong it was for a spy to make friends. He gave a mental nod of approval.

He crossed one leg and began tapping the table with his finger. He was eager for this introduction to be over with and to get to WHOOP so he could start training. He was a bit confused as to why Jerry would make everyone wait, but he knew he had to be patient. That was how he was raised, and that was how a spy should behave.

To take his mind off of this, he began thinking about what that woman said.

"This school has a way of changing people." I find that highly doubtful. Maybe you have changed, but only for the worse. You've become weaker. I have no intention of doing that. I'm not here to make friends. I'm here because I wish to become a spy.

I have to become a spy.

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

OOC: I've noticed a lot of the males in this RPg are either very tall(6"4, 6"5, 6"2) or short(5"1) like Zak.

-Craven ~ F ~ with Zak! -
hyperness is addictive!

Craven absently toyed with her pale blonde hair with its outrageous pink highlights while Zak was mumbling something about a caveman.

She turned to see a guy with wild black hair, who seemed to be looking around a bit agitatedly, and guessing by his looks and his probable personality – it was food.

“Don’t worry Zakky boy,” she said laconically. “He probably won’t eat you..not unless we run out of food aboard this ship. Then the weak and the runty go first – ”

Noticing Zak’s slightly hurt look, she clamped her hand onto her mouth. “Crud.”

Zak had turned, possibly to walk away.

She moved after him, laying a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Zak… I tend to do that all the time – I always manage to insult everyone around me, even if –actually more like especially if I care for them.” She hoped he got the message that she was trying to convey. Anyways, she would try to stop herself from insulting Zak again – the look in his eyes was waaaaay too heartwrenching. It made you feel like a total jerk, just like you just killed Bambi or something like that.

“I hope you forgive me..” she said hesitantly.

He turned, and his face was black with anger. Craven sighed inwardly, knowing that she had lost another friend – then suddenly Zak smiled, and was all sunshine again.

“It’s OK!” he said. “I forgive you – this time.”

“That’s a relief!” she exclaimed. “Don’t worry! You’ll grow!!!! I had a friend who was really short too, and he just drank a glass of milk everyday and exercised!!!!” This was true. However, she didn’t mention that her friend had been 16 and going through a growth spurt, but it was always good to hope.

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Go Cystral Tears! Bash my character for hurting yours! ^_^

[Crystal Tears]

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OOC: He he.. But Zak's height gives him this element of cute. >> Being tall wouldn't have the same effect.

.|.<(+_+)>.|. Zª|< .|.<(+_+)>.|.

After recently forgiving Craven, Zak felt the need to retaliate, but it wasn't in the harsh sense. It was more like a child. Kind of like she had told him: 'You can't have my sandwich'. And he felt the need to come back with: 'Well then you can't come to my birthday party!'

"Milk?" Zak questioned, his mind wandered, wondering how on earth milk would help an 18 year old grow taller.

"Yeah Milk." Craven shrugged. Zak smiled.

"Ok, well sense you helped me find a solution to my problem I'll help you find a solution to yours!" And with that, before Craven could even react, Zak had reached up, and clamped his fingers onto her lips. Sealing them shut. "Now you can't be a whiney girl!" Zak grinned, thinking his idea was sheer brilliance. "Though..." As Craven frowned a bit. "I'm unsure of how'll you'll actually talk."

"I champh..." Craven replied. Zak smiled awkwardly before removing his fingers. "Thank you." she frowned, but Zak's guilty face made her smile. "Do you really think I'm whiney?"

"Do you really think milk will help me grow?" Zak countered, a sort of mature mask on his face. When she bit her lip and looked away. Zak only smiled. "Its okay. Really." Though his voice was a bit lack-luster. "I'm used to being short, skinny, and having no real impact on people."

"I think you'll have an impact here." Craven began. "Your extremely hyper, and short... Sorry." She sighed again, but Zak smiled. "It really is a problem."

"Maybe its because your blonde." Zak blurted out, without really thinking on the consequences. When he saw Craven's face, he put on a guilty smile. "Well, isn't it said that blondes tend to make mistakes a lot?"

"I'm not a typical blonde!"

"We've already discovered that. Must blondes wear high heels, tube tops, and extreme low riding jeans." Zak answered. "The only thing going for you to make you blonde is that you have a problem that similar to mine, but at the same time extremely different. Your loud-mouth, whiney behaviour is in direct contrast of my lack of negative emotions, and endless energy." Zak smiled, as now he was feeling smart. "Just like you're blonde, and I'm short and scrawny."

Craven was half smiling, half frowning, her face seemed to be unable to choose which facial expression to focus on.

"What your point Zak?"

Zak grinned. "My point?" Zak was laughing to himself. "I'm short and scrawny, and you're blonde and whiney. We're even."

- - - -

There you go Hyper, a brilliant, and yet childish at the same time retaliation from Zak.

[~Genki Katchum~]

Tallness adds to awesomeness ^_^ *poses*

~Genki~

As Genki continued slinking around with an arm over his stomach, he overheard a conversation nearby. From what he could hear, it sounded like they were hungry like cavemen and were about to eat something small with some milk. Now, Genki could've probably misheard what was being said, but food was all that was on his mind and his growling stomach kept jumping up and calling his attention away from other noises. Genki dragged his feet over to a really short brunette and a pretty short (to him, at least) blonde (who Genki immediatly realized wasn't really a blonde). The two didn't seem to notice him at first as their backs were somewhat turned away from him.

*Rumble*

Genki's stomach roared again from hunger and caused the two to jump. Genki hung his arms over their shoulders and leaned down to their level. And spoke lazily (from hunger), turning his head left and right to address them both,

"Now what's this I hear about milk and cavemen...?"


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(Tiem for some interaction!! )

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

Craven ~ f ~ with Zak

Craven pushed that brute's large arms off her shoulder, glaring at him.

Zak was cowering in terror - a sight that made Craven very irritated. That big dude seemed kinda mean - it was rather obvious that Zak was terrified.

Irritated, Craven pulled Zak forward out of the tall guy's reach and he cowered behind her back.

"Zak dude, he ain't gonna eatcha. Not when I'm around," she said, comfortingly. Then she turned to glare at the tall guy. "Hey, you're scaring my friend. And the milk had no reference to you, plus it's rude to simply butt into a conversation." She conveniently ignored the mention of caveman, since well, it was about him.

Zak was starting to whimper. "Make 'im go awaaaay, Craven."

Craven sighed. "How 'bout we go away. Zak? We'll go far, far away from this nasty man."

Genki, hearing her words, went, "HEY!" Then he shook his head. "Why are you being so hostile?"

"Didn't see the need to be nice." With that, Craven turned away, not bothering to waste her words, dragging Zak along.

"Wait up, man, why are you being so unreasonable?" Genki reached out to put his hand on her shoulder. Zak, noticing this, thought that the big man was trying to harm his friend, so he reacted in the only way he knew. He clamped down some rather sharp teeth onto Genki's outstretched hand.

Genki yelped, and flapped his hand a bit, trying to get Zak off, but Zak held on tenaciously.

"Oumphn awafyth Aywhaen!!!!(Run away Craven!!!)" Zak yelled, through his mouthful of Genki.

Craven was very amused, and touched too. Zak firmly believed that the big guy was going to eat him, but he had tried to buy Craven time to run away.

"Get him off. Please," Genki said, a rather pained expression on his face.

"Zakky dear, release the man..." Craven said. When Zak shook his head, she sighed, and walked forward, prying Zak's jaws open gently.

"Why didn't you run away???" he asked, looking rather confused, and a little hurt. "I would have kept him from following you! Really!!!!!" He looked adorable.

Craven started laughing, and laughing until she could barely breathe properly, much less speak. Between that, she managed to splutter out an apology to Genki, but she wasn't exactly sure if he understood her.

[~Genki Katchum~]

~Genki~

"Y'know, you should try putting a muzzle on him or somethin'," Genki joked as he rubbed his hand. "Is everyone here uptight or is it just the girls?" Genki remembered that it was a guy that bit him and added, "And.. little... dog.. people.."

"Well maybe you shouldn't go up to people the way you did." The girl replied with a frown.

"Well I guess I won't if I'm gonna get BITTEN everytime I do so!"

The little guy didn't seem to like Genki's tone and growled a little bit.

"It's okay, Zak," the girl said as she patted his head. Genki looked warily at "Zak" and tried to avoid confrontation with him; he wasn't exactly looking to beat up a little kid who's only line of defense is bitting.

"Zak, is it?" Genki asked as he looked down at the kid. "Well how old are ya, little 'Zakie'? A little young to be goin' to spy camp ain't ya?"

"How old are YOU, gramps? I didn't know cavemen could become spies." Zak repiled in a tone that sounded more innocent and almost playful than anything else. Genki stood up straight,

"GRAMPS? CAVEMAN?" Genki laughed. "Where do you get this stuff, kid?"

"He's not as young as he may look," the girl butted in.

"Oh really? Coulda fooled me!" Genki chuckled a little bit. He really knew the kid couldn't be as young as he looked and acted, but he enjoyed the little conversation. "Well just to get these little introductions over with, I'm Genki." Genki looked at the girl flashing a little flirtish grin "What's YOUR name?"

[Hyperness is a Good Thing]

~Craven ~ F ~ now with Genki and Zak.

"Genki????" Craven said rather incredulously. "Is Genki a really normal name for guys? I thought it was more for the females, but of course, maybe not, now that I think about it, it does just mean fine, just that girls tend to use it more -" She realised that she was rambling and once again cursed her big mouth and too-good memory. Languages were never really a problem because once she had gotten the hang of tenses and genders and the basic grammar, she could already master the whole language thanks to her astounding memory skills, but unfortunately, remembering so much also made sorting out the data a bit hard once in a while - hence her bluntness when speaking and tendency to talk too much.

She coughed, hoping that she had not insulted "Genki". "My name's Craven. That's Zak - as you already know. He's a sweet guy, but he tends to over react to stuff and is a tad on the hyper side."

Genki shook his head. "A tad??" he asked.

Craven glared. She still had not forgotten Genki's muzzle remark. "Well he can't help they way he is. And he was only trying to protect me. Which was really nice of -" Midway in her sentence, she had a quick glance at Genki's hand, and she realised that it was bleeding.

"Er, Genki - your hand..." Blood was starting to ooze out and drip onto the floor.

Zak looked rather worried. "The caveman is bleeding!!!!" he exclaimed.

"Yes, yes, Zak," said Craven frowning. "You better get that washed and bound up, dude," she addressed Genki.

Again, still judging by his looks, she expected him to be all macho about it, brushing it off as a scratch or something like that.

[~Genki Katchum~]

~Genki~

"What's up with the 'Caveman' thing? And Genki DOESN'T mean--" Genki was raising his hand to make a point and noticed blood dripping from it. Genki gave an exasperated look as he looked at his bloody hand, "Geeze... that kid can really bite!" Genki reached in his bag and pulled out a cloth which he then wrapped around his hand and squeezed to stop the bleeding. After a few seconds, he unwrapped the cloth and wiped up the leftover blood from his hand. He flexed his hand a few times to strech the skin by the cut so it would get used to the movement.

"Looks like you've done that before..." Craven said with a somewhat fascinated look on her face.

"Yeah. It's not the first time I've been bitten on the hand," Genki said as he put the cloth back in his bag. He stuck it in a part away from everything else to prevent the blood from spreading to all his other stuff. Genki looked at Zak and grinned, "So is that why they called you here? You their new guard dog or somethin'?"

"Hey!" Craven said in an angry tone.

"What? I'm just sayin'... he BIT my freakin' HAND!" Genki said as he raised his hand to display the new bite marks from Zak.

"Well maybe you deserved it!"

"Hmm.." Genki stopped and took a moment to think of something he may have done recently that merited a bite on the hand. Genki stroked his chin in an overly exadurated manner, "Mmmm... nope, can't think of a thing." Genki grinned, "I guess I owe you something for the bite then, eh?" Craven looked at Genki with a confused look. Genki was having a ball with the conversation. "Ma-aybe~....." Genki went into a position that made it look like he was pondering the meaning of life (or some other huge, philosophical thing). "I've got it!" Genki shouted as he snapped his fingers, making Craven and Zak jump again.

Genki bent over so his face and Craven's were on the same level. Genki looked straight at her with a serious face, then instantly switched to a playful smile, "Maybe you and I should go on a date!"'

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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His green and blue eyes were focused on the three, which he learned were Craven, Zak and Genki. He shook his head slowly. Zak acted more like a child then a teenager, and he was definately not spy materiel. The other boy, Genki didn't seem fit for it too. All he seemed to care about was his stomach and flirting with Craven.

Valentine couldn't believe such people were invited to attend WHOOP.

He quietly sat back against the wall and closed his eyes, giong over everything he had been taught in his mind.

He had to be prepared for this.

If he failed, it would be all for nothing.

I will not, become a failiure. Not after all this.

[Crystal Tears]

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.|.<(+_+)>.|. Zª|< .|.<(+_+)>.|. Seriousness
Music: Gifts and Curses

Zak didn't know what had gotten into him, immediately after Genki had purposed this offer towards Craven. Zakary's blood began to boil. He felt his eye twitch as he was having trouble controlling his anger. How does he control a feeling he's not used to grasping? Its not like its his choice, but he knew Craven could do better. Much Better.

"Well?" Genki pressed, Zak looked over at the rather disgusted, awe-struck, and confused Craven who looked back at him.

Zakary's face changed, from being innocent and childish, to stern and serious. Stepping between the cave man and Craven. He shoved the big lutz backwards. Causing Genki to end up on his butt and looking up at Zak.

"In fact." Zak began, sounding his age. "You DID deserve it. You interrupted our conversation when you were not invited, and you seem to think because you are bigger, and..." Zakary looked at Genki with a slightly confused face. "Attractive... But only from a Neanderthal's view, IF you're lucky..." Zak shook his head going back to his point. "You think you have the right to ask her a question when she barely knows you."

"You have no right answering for her, and she barely knows you either!" Genki retaliated, attempting to stand back up to his full height, Zak leapt, striking him in a tiger claw style in the middle of the ribs, causing poor ol' cave man to go tumbling down again.

"Correct... But you don't see me asking her out do you?" Zakary simply stated. "You seem to think because you are bigger then me, you are better." Zak hissed as he stared angrily at the rather larger male. "I assure you Genki. I am a hundred times worse when I am acting my age, and coming from the way you judge your opponents before actually knowing their skills, styles, and knowledge, I can safely assume you never attended another spy school. At least not a good one anyway." He watched, his stern face focusing on the man who presumed he was better, but now was on the floor rubbing his aching chest. "So..." Zak felt his anger beginning to fade. "If you would be kind enough to leave us alone. Until you actually learn some decency, it would be appreciated."

With the utterly confused Genki on the ground, Zak turned back to Craven, who was starring at him in disbelief.

"What?" He asked, his innocent side beginning to seep through, and before Craven knew it, Zak was back to being a child. "He was being mean." Zak smiled, and he was surprise when she smiled back at him. "I'm sorry I intervened..." Zak gulped, pulling on his t-shirt. "I... Just thought, and still think, you could do much better." When Craven stayed silent, Zak continued. "Um... Can we go to the booth now?" Craven only nodded, and with that, they headed over, leaving Genki on the ground.

- - - -

See? Zak can act serious.. >>'' Tag uhh I guess Hyper. And another question, when is all this going to start? I might seem impatient but.. Uhh.. Yeah... When? *poof*

[~Genki Katchum~]

~Genki~

Genki sat there on the floor slightly astonished at what had just happened. As the events replayed in Genki's head a slow smirk began to appear on his face. Slowly, Genki began to chuckle. That chuckle slowly developed into light laughter. Before he knew it, he was on his back laughing.

"Hahahaha! Oh man... I'm REALLY gonna like it here. Hehehe." Genki sat up, still giggling and pushed his hair back. "Hehehe... wow." Genki grabbed his bag and stood up. He had almost forgotten all about his hunger when his stomach growled again, interrupting his constant giggling. Genki sighed, "I've gotta get some food soon! I'm seriously cracking up!"

As Genki looked around, he noticed that a few people were looking at him. When he looked at most of them, they quickly turned away. All except for one guy with white hair sitting at a table. "Where there's a table, there might be food..." Genki thought. Genki made his way over to the table and sat across from the guy with white hair. "Heh. Enjoy the show back there?" Genki asked with a grin.

[ChobiChibi]

~Roxanne~
Alex looked at her watch. "Is Jerry ever going to turn up?" She twiddled her thumbs. "I'd like to get this over and done with."
"I hope he does... The new recruits look like they're getting a little impatient." I replied, looking around. My laptop flashed and made noises at me. "E-mail..." I opened it up, Alex read over my shoulder.
"He's not coming?" Alex said a little louder than she meant to. "What does he mean, he's not coming?"
"Atleast you can put off your speech now." I said cheerfully. She shot me a glare and i cowered behind my laptop, holding it infront of me.
"But i was ready to-"
"Anyway! Why don't we start getting these people registered?" I interupted. "We don't want a full scale riot on our hands. You go over to the table and i'll round people up."
She sighed and nodded. "I wish he would give us a little more notice." She got up and made her way over to the table, whilst i made my way over to where the speeches would have taken place.
"Hey everybody, listen up!" I yelled. A few heads turned near the front, but not enough. "Be quiet a sec!" No reaction. I sighed. I put my fingers in my mouth and whistled. There was a sudden silence and everyone turned to face me. "Thankyou! Anyway, Jerry isn't here. He's..." I paused, i couldn't tell them. "...busy. The speeches are going to happen when we get there. Meanwhile, if you would all like to head over to the booth we'll register you. Orderly ques please, there's no rush."
"How do you know all this?"
"Yeah, who told you?"
"I'm not a n00b like you guys." I noticed some people that were glued to their laptops look up when i said n00b. I would have laughed, but i had a job to do.
I jumped down from the stand and made my way over to the booth, taking my seat next to Alex.
"Wasn't that a little harsh?" Alex asked as i sat down.
"What?"
"Calling them n00bs? I mean, some of them are transfer students..."
"Nope, i think it was fair. We should get respect. We actually graduated. I expect that about the same number of these guys will graduate this year." I stated.
She nodded, pointing to where a student had to sign. "I suppose so..."
I was writing something down when i heard someone call me. I looked up.
"Hey Zak!" I smiled. Something about him just made me happy. I completely forgot about everything else. I searched through the pile of papers. "Here you go... It is Hawk, isn't it?"
He looked stunned. "How did you know?" He grinned and began to fill out the form.
"I dunno, just a hunch, i guess." I turned to his friend. "What's your name?"
"Craven. Craven Orske." She replied.
I handed her the form. "Nice to meet you. I'm Roxanne."
"Hey, where's all that cheerfulness come from?" Alex frowned.
I laughed. "This is Alex, my british best friend." I nudged her with my elbow. "Don't talk in a british accent or she'll hurt you." She slapped my arm. "Same place every time!" I whimpered.
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May i be the first to say HOORAY! It's back! XD *was having RPG withdrawls*

[Ghost]

Damon
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I sat down in a chair in the lounge. It was strangely loud in this place, with three people talking the most (I wasn't able to get there names, nor did I care: I just wanted to graduate from this damn school and get on with my life).

Looking around at the crowd, I noticed most were on there laptops; I had mine, but just didn't have it with me, for I found that I didn't want anyone to get to much of a bad impression on me. There were various amounts of people; short (especially this one really hyper kid), and mysterious(these were probably the only two ways to sum of this category). But one stuck out at me; A loner sitting in the corner by himself. He seemed new, but strange as well. I didn't know where he came from, but he didn't look very friendly, which reminded me alot of a guy I knew in the SEALs....
* * *

"Castle, get your a** up to the frontline!" The Drill Sergeant yelled. Lugging the M60 to the front, I planted it in a sand pit, where the enemy wouldn't see it, and let another man man it. I drew my G3a3 assault rifle and walked back over to the Drill Sergeant.

We were currently in the middle of a giant desert in Ethiopia, for training. An Ethiopian Rebel front had been moving through the area, and was headed towards President Bush's location, where he was making a speech a few miles away. Our job was to defend the roads and make sure no one suspicious came through.

One man on our team stuck out to me though: The company gunner on the M60. He barely ever talked, and if he did, he was yelling "Yes Sir!" or calling for backup. We sat on this roadblock nearly all day and into the night, and we didn't even have to fire a round. Until the end. A group of snipers took out the company gunner and the Captain. By natural instinct I went over to the gunner and dragged him out of the way from more fire. He had been hit just above the collarbone, and was barely able to speak. The last words he said to me before he died was, "Damon..." Blood was seeping from his mouth. There was no way he would survive. "I want to go home..."
* * *

I tried to stop thinking about him. I was unable to attend the funeral service, because I had received an injury of my own, but I had visited his grave once. I barely even knew the man's name, but he knew mine. Everyone in the squad thought of him as heartless, but it was true that deep inside, Private John Hodgen, had a heart.

I looked up to the front to see a person was trying to get everyone's attention, and I quickly looked up. I didn't hear everything, other then that Jerry wasn't here and that we had to head over to a booth to register. I headed over, behind two people named Zach and Craven. I walked up to the booth and took a registration paper. I nodded at them, and headed to my seat to fill it out.

[Mystic_clown]

Valentine
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Valentine just looked up at the boy for a moment, before turning back to his glass of wine. Even though most of the food he'd recieve was in ration form, he had somehow taken a liking to the drink. He had heard there was some ailment you could get from drinking too much of this. He believed it was called drunkeness or something, he wasn't completely sure.

Not that he had to worry about that.

He looked around the room again. This Jerry seemed to be taking his time getting down here. While he had been trained to be patient, he couldn't help but wish he'd hurry up and get here. He wanted to get to WHOOP, begin his training and possibly never have to interect with these people unless it was necassary.

Sorry for the shortness.