I squealed loudly as I walked down the halls. "Damn it Heidi, you already forgot the numbers!" I groaned remembering the guy barking out orders.
Running towards a door I quickly opened it shouting out when a mop fell towards me. Crashing to the floor I groaned. 'Great!'I thought getting to my legs. Picking up the mop I stare at the individual peices of string and the dirt clots running through it.
A grin grew across my face, Looking around I made sure no one was by. "Pilot Heidi taking off!" I cried beginning to spin the mop above my head. The weight at the top made it a little harder to keep the broom spinning at a fast pace.
"Oh no!" I shouted to myself, "Enemy pilot, brooom broom" I begin to run up the hallway making aeroplane noises behind me. "Attack!" I shouted stabbing out into a seperate hall. I heard a loud grunt of pain come from behind the thick walls. Something light hit the floor leaving a ringing echo behind.
Skills: She is a good actress, a good liar. And also very agile.
Flaws: Not the best fighter.
Personality: She is a good liar, and so can be quite deicving, but to her friends she is pretty nice, and she allways has your back.
History: She was born in France then moved to Canada. She still speaks with a slight accent, though she doesn't mean to. She can change her voice, though, to make it seem like there is no accent, but not for very long. she was a gymnist for quite a while, so is agile and strong, but yet an awful fighter.
Alliegance: Europe... but she's a double-agent. People think she's on the North American side.
Skills: A very good fighter. People assume that she is weak because of her slim build, but she can easily take down two men double her size. Very skilled with knives and firearms. Very smart.
Flaws: Is allergic to most foods, is incredibly scared of spiders and will not go near anything that could possibly involve them... she has bleeding issues,and tends to gush blood from something as small as a paper cut.
Personality: She is seemingly kind and bubbly on the outside, but is fiercely loyal to Britain and all of Europe, and wouldn't hesitate to destroy those who threaten it.
History: She lived in London since she was born, but ran away when Americans killed her parents. Finding no safe place in her homeland, she went to America, and pretended to be on their side- secretly plotting her revenge. Her father was in the army, taught her how to shoot and fight. Her mom was a lawyer and taught her how to argue and, if necessary, lie. That said, her parents were really quite good parents, and did not encourage violence or lying. They simply taught her so she could carry on the tradition.
Up for Love: sure... so long as you're European....
Other: The only foods she can safely eat are beef, most spices (not cinnamon),water (obviously), limes, and raw eggs. Cooked eggs release a chemical that she is allergic to. Therefore, she eats a lot of beef jerky and mostly drinks water or lime juice infused with calcium and other vital nutrients. She would only eat a raw egg if forced to. She hates them.
I left my room, tying my tie around the doorknob so I'd know which room was mine when I tried to find my way back and took off down the corridor. I was about to turn the corner when a broom handle came out of no where and slammed into me.
"Ouch," I grunted, landing on my back.
I heard an 'oops' and looked up to see a girl leaning over me.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned and offered me a hand up.
I chuckled and let her pull me to my feet. "Yeah, I'm fine," I said, pulling the mop out of her hands. "You should be careful," I told her. "Someone could get hurt."
I walked past her and turned into the hall she's come from. There was an open closet about half-way down. I slowly made my way towards it.
"What's your name?" I called as I put the broom away. When I didn't receive an answer, I looked to see if she was still there. I wasn't surprised to find the hall empty.
I sighed and closed the door. Yeah, I got that a lot. I rubbed my stomach, thinking of the bruise I'd probably find there tomorrow and set off again in search of a cafeteria.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
Everything was hard core and 'no survivors' looking. I liked it. I draped my leather jacket over my sholder and started wandering. I saw a girl struggling.
"Need help?" I asked her.
She was a pretty girl. I saw her tense as she turned to look at me.
I noticed her looking at my tattoo and grinned but immediatly covered it up
'no'. she replied
" You're lying," I smiled and continued forward. I grabbed her paper from her hand.
" 468, eh? Well that's right around my room." I began walking to her room and called over my shoulder " Well, don't just stand there"
" keep up, Puppet." She fianally caught up with me
" How'd you know my name," She asked quietly. I waved her paper in her face.
" I can read," I scoffed "
anyway, Tyler here. Is Puppet your real name?" She nodded and rolled her eyes.
" My mom was weird."
" Puppet's a un-usual name," I mumbled.
" Well, Tylers a plain name," She snapped back. I just laughed and handed her paper back.
" You're home."
" Thanks."
" Don't mention it," I leaned down closly to her face and her eyes flickered " I mean that." I walked away and headed to my room. I opened my door and said to myself "She ain't to bad."
I sat in the room for waht seemed like forever and fianlly went to get food. I found a dining hall and spotted Puppet. I grabbed something random and headed over. When she noticed me she again looked to my arm. I slid into the seat next to her "Like dragons?"
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I twisted the knob to my room with my frail hand and pushed it open gently. I looked around. It looked like a prison camp.
I took a deep breath "Okay, you'll be fine Tessa."
I heard a big bang and I flinched. I cowered into my room and shut the door. I pressed my body against the door and after a minute pushed myself up. I sat counting for god knows how long and finally got up to find food.
I wandered aimlessly and I ran into someone. He gave me a cocky smile then disappeared. I found the dinner hall and got something small. I looked around overwelmed. I sat in a seat by myself and looked around.
Biting my lip I looked around the room. It was so bland. I bit down on my tongue until I bled. For some reason that has always comforted me. I turned and got out of the room as quickly as I could.
I bumped on my way out. He lifted me up and smiled at me brightly "Hey."
Puppet- " You like dragons?" I looked up from the piece of "cake" I was poking and flinched a bit. It was tatto guy. I half smiled. " The fire part, yeah." He raised and eyebrow and gave his food a weary glance. " Just the fire? Are you a pyro or something?" I laughed a bit and pushed my plate away, giving up on eating alltogether. " Nah, I just think its awesome. If I could breathe fire I would be un-stopable." He shook his head at me and frowned at his plate. " Is this stuff even edible?" I looked down at his plate, poor soul got the meatloaf. " I don't want to try to find out." " There has to be better food around here somewhere," he said with a sly smile on his face. " Don't," I mumbled. He stood up and started towards the kitchen. This can not be happening. Rolling my eyes, I started up behind him. Well, this can't turn out good.
I finally found the cafeteria and found myself a seat. Alone, at an empty table. Looking around, I saw all the other teens that had ended up here. I felt sorry for them, and myself. I sighed and turned back to the stuff they called food.
Someone sat down across from me. I ignored them and didn't look up, concentrating on my food. I had to wonder; did my father let the TSA take me? Did he recommend me for this? Did he-or I, myself-volunteer for it? I didn't know and probably wouldn't know, not for a long time anyway.
I looked up when someone coughed, trying to get my attention. It was that girl again, Carson Periso.
"Hi, Adrian," she said, smiling at me. I wonder if she realises just who shes talking to or not? I thought, narrowing my eyes at her. "Um, my dad wants to talk to you."
I rolled my eyes at her. "What does he want?" I asked.
"With friends like you, who needs a medical license?" - Paimon, Aether's Heart
“It's easier to ask forgiveness than it is to get permission.” - Grace Hopper.
"Come on, it can't be discussed...here." I respond. I stand up, he follows me. We walk into my dads study. I sit down in one of the leather seats, my salad plate infront of me. I gesture for Adrian to sit down as well. There is a salad set out for him as well. My dad comes in.
"Ah, Adrain, I'm so glad you could join us." My dads voice is gental, but bitter.
"What do you want?" Adrian asked.
"It's very simple. I assume you studied the locations of all the underground bases and forts in Scotland?" My father asks.
"Yes, why do you care?"
"Here is a map of scotland, map them, and write all hidden defenses." Colby says.
"No." Adrian's tone is ice cold.
"I was afraid you would say that." My father said, "Colby, remind him what happens to people who don't obey." My face was a mask of horror.
"No, don't dad, Colby, stop!" I say. Colby takes out a knife and makes a cut along Adrians shoulder. I know the blade has a stinging poison on it.
"Why don't we try again, Adrain." My father hisses.
"Put him in his room, starve him until he does it." I suggest, but I have a plan.
"YOu know, that might be more effective." Colby says. My dad motions for two guards to take Adrain to his room. They do. But I plan to sneak food to him, and make sure to tell him to make mistakes on the map.
Love is beautiful, but what would love be without life?
i like that the title of dr jekyll and mr hyde makes a clear stance that the embodiment of one’s own evil doesn’t get a claim to the doctorate — waywardxwallflower
