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Name: Andréa 'Wild Card' Vintelleci
Nickname: Andy, Wild, Vintelleci (usually if the person in question ismad at her)
Age: 19
Picture and Description: Andréa has long brown hair and green eyes that shine with inner mischeviousness. She's of average height and has a light build. She's partly Irish (the other half being american) and she's usually seen wearing short-shorts and short sleeved t-shirts, tank or tube tops all the time - even in the winters, since she the cold doesn't bother her. She has a necklace she never removes, and multiple piercings on her ears.
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Personality: True to her nickname, Andréa is a bit of a wild card. She can be as loud, boisterous and random as she can be thoughtful, introspective and loyal. She likes parties and drinking, almost as much as she likes staying at home with a hot cup of cocoa and reading on a rainy day. She is both childlike and thoughtful. These similarities and differences are jarring, however, her team accepts it as a part of her. True to her nature, she can handle her own in gunfights, and enjoys them to the extent that you could call her crazed. She can be observant when she wants to, often notices things that others miss out.

Likes: Reading, hot chocolate, people, parties, drinking, her friends and her foster family - the Cort gang and any games (her favourite being basketball.) Also, she likes to mess with people.
Dislikes: People who underestimate her or call her retarded, Anyone who hurts her friends, Full sleeved clothes.

Quirks:
She tends to move her fingers as if she's playing the piano when she's thinking, as she took some lessons when she was a child, but quit in a year.
She's a very light sleeper.
When she's irritated, or can't sleep, she pulls apart her gun, and puts it together piece-by-piece.

History: Andréa was born and brought up in downtown New York. Her father was an ambassador, and her mother was a teacher. Her father was killed when Andréa was fourteen. She watched it happen, and tried hard to repress the sadness, as she had always rebelled against her father. (though she loved him very much, she hated all he stood for). This caused the mix in her personality - she put the noisy, boisterous and mischevious side around people, but kept her quiet, introspective self hidden within. She joined a local gang at the age of fifteen, leaving home so her mother could be safe, and live in peace. She has good gunhandling skills - can use two guns at a time, one in each hand - due to an old debt a proffesional hitman owed her. She saved his life, and he taught her how to kill. After that, she was used as a weapon by her gang members, and was known only as "Wildcard". She also has amazing flexibility, since she was a gymnast till she was thirteen. She quit school at the age of 17, when she joined the Cort gangs, looking for a way out of her old life, after it got too much for her. Nowadays, she goes and meets her mother when they have an off day.

Up for love: She's a wild card so... It depends.

Secret(s): That her father was a member of the government. She has since found out that he was killed by the people as he was a corrupted official of the Spanish government.
Her mother is alive, and teaches in a kindergarten downtown. This is to protect her - though the Cort gang knows her location.

Other: She has a tattoo that goes across her waist.
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Rebecca "Becky" Scout

I shifted in and our of conciousness as my hearing began to work. I took a deep breath, and pain shot through my whole torso. I was almost positive I had broken at least rib last night, if not more.

But we had caught him. That bastard was finally dead. A five month long chase had finally payed off. He had been shockingly clever, enough to make a group of seasoned hit men doubt their abilities.

He had also shot down the team moral the process. The longest chase before that had been two months. One team member had quit during month four. I was almost ready to walk out myself. Pride was the only thing that made me stay. Pride, and the thrill of a challenge.

I opened my eyes and looked around the living room. Feeling a little groggy I streched carefully, but instantly regretted it as another pain shot through my ribs.

I looked to where Sean was standing in the kitchen, "Could you toss me the Advil quick?"
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Sean Phoenix

I lowered the heat on the scrambled eggs and opened up the drugs cabinet under the kitchen sink. What I saw inside made me want to kick someone in the face. Not only was the Advil nowhere to be seen, even the First Aid kit was missing. Instead, staring back at me was an empty cookie jar with a smiley face drawn on the side of it. I slammed the cabinet doors and clenched my jaw in anger. Either this was someone's idea of a joke or ...

"Looking for something?"

I turned my head sideways to see Andréa walk into the kitchen, shaking the bottle of Advil pills in her hand. She had that annoying smirk on her face, the same one she'd always have whenever she'd manage to get under my skin.

"Real mature," I said dryly as I walked up to her and took the pill bottle. I tossed it over my shoulder to Becky who caught it with ease. "Normal people watch TV when they're bored."

Andréa's smirk grew wider as she propped herself up onto the kitchen worktop. "Normal is so boring ... and TV. Messing with you and your freakish organising obsession is much more entertaining."

I rolled my eyes and returned to the scrambled eggs.
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Tyler Spencer

I laid on the floor, enjoying the feeling of success. We had finally managed to catch the stupid son of a gun after five long months. Five long months. God, I hated him and I was glad that we was dead.

While laying there, I did a mental check of my body. I knew that I had a couple of scratches and bruises, nothing that I could not handle. Therefore, I had nothing super serious. I know that some of the other people on the team had gotten hurt. As if one cue, someone asked for a bottle of Advil. Sitting up slightly, I looked around to see who it was. Becky was sitting there holding her side. From this distance, it looked like she had a very bad bruise. Knowing better, I decided to get up and check it out further.

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Is it okay if she kind of becomes the medic of the team? I figured we could use one. If not then I change the post...
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Conrad "Con" Issacs -

I'm so glad it's over. That five month chase had started to get to me.

Sighing, I walk into the living room where Rebecca and Tyler were. Rebecca looks hurt, or at least in pain, but I know nothing about injuries or how to help so I just sit on one of the opposite chairs. Besides, it looks like Tyler is tending to her.

My ankle is quite sore, but I keep it under the radar or everyone else. No one needs to know about my temporary problems.

"So, anyone know what's next on the agenda?" I ask, hoping to break the silence.
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I'm double sided
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I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
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When Andréa switches to Yuuki, I'm going to refer to her as Yuuki, and not Andréa. Just so there's no confusion.


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"Normal is so boring ... and TV. Messing with you and your freakish organising obsession is much more entertaining,"
She grinned, noticing the obvious irritation on Sean's face, and threw the bottle to him. Tyler was already tending to her, as she caught the Advil deftly with one hand.
"Don't mess with Sean, Andy." Tyler said. "We're all tired."
Andréa, feeling the tension in the air affect her, suddenly switched to Yuuki.
Her smile slipped slightly, and she looked at Sean. "Sorry about that, Sean."
Looking over at Tyler, she noticed Conrad limping out of his bedroom. "Hey, Con's hurt, Tyler."
Becky looked up, and exchanged a look with Sean.
Sean sighed, and nodded. "It's Yuuki, isn't it?"
Yuuki turned, and smiled gently, "We caught that bastard after 5 months of chasing - that's a good thing, right Becky?"
"What caused the switch?" asked Rebecca.
"Probably tension in the air" Sean replied.
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Tyler Spencer

"Hey, Con's hurt, Tyler." At the phrase, I shifted so I could see Con.

"I'll be there in a second. Let me just finish up with Andy." I said while I turned back toward her. "This may hurt." I warned as I gently prodded the bruise. Yep, that was defiantly a broken rib, or two. I after a second, I was able to confirm that yes, it was indeed two.

"You broke two. Unfortunately, all that can be done for a broken is giving pain medication." With that said, I turned to Con. "Your turn."
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Conrad

Andrea notices my limp and brings it to Tyler's attention. Sighing, I prop it up for her to check it out when she's done with Rebecca. Her cold fingers wrap around my ankle and I surpress a limp, looking away to hide my pain.
"It's not broken." I tell her, knowing from experience. "It's bruised, twisted at worst. I landed on it wrong."
The craving for a smoke rises in my lungs, curling around each organ like Tyler's fingers on my ankle and gently constricting them.
"I've gotta take a smoke after this," I make it known, "so hurrying along would be much appreciated."
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
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Tyler Spencer

"I've gotta take a smoke after this," Con said, "so hurrying along would be much appreciated."

"I'll try." I mummer. Even though I plan to take as long as I need.

I made a mental check list in my head as I felt around his ankle. It was swollen, but not too bad. There was a slight bruise around where the ligaments connected. The fact that he could still walk on it was a good sign, and it ruled out that it was not broken.

"Look," I say while I stand up and look him straight in the eye. "From what I can tell your ankle is sprained. It didn't feel be too bad, but you'll need to stay off it for a least a day, ice it and keep it elevated. But in the end, it's your choice if you want to listen to me."
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Conrad

Stay off it for at least a day?

"Can I get my smoke then?" I ask. "I'll ice it and whatever afterwards."

She doesn't give an answer either way, so I stand. Leaving most of my weight off my bad ankle, I step outside and pull a cigarette from my jacket. I light it and breathe it in, letting the drugs inside relax me.

Bastard. Wrecked up my ankle.
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Becky Scout

Fantastic. A broken rib. Just what I needed.

I popped another advil definatly. I had probably taken at least double the reccomended dose.

"Thank you for trying, Tyler," I sad with a sigh.

"So, anyone know what's next on the agenda?" I heard Conrad ask after a moment. I glanced over at him, then back at the Advil bottle.

His eagarness bothered me, but I ignored it. "I think the squad-" the police force in charge of us, "-is stopping by later for a mission brief and to hand out our next assignment. Try and downplay the girl, by the way. I don't think she really matters. Don't even mention her unless they ask about witnesses outright." A mess up on our part had left a young girl witness to the final scenes of our heist. She was likely too young to remember much, but the police didn't like cleaning up our messes.

"Are they doing individual interviews this time?" Tyler looked up from where she was helping Con.

I hated individual interviews. If any of us had a lapse in memory, the police acted like we wer the ones committing the crimes. Damn cops.

"I really hope not." Conrad didn't like them either. Andrea was the only one who did, no surprise. Her split personality confused everyone so much that they didn't bother with her.

"Drinks on me tonight, by the way." I smiled for the first time that day, and got apreciative glances from the group. I had saved up enough of my expense money to pay for something nice, and I had a friend who could get it for me. "After the cops leave I'll phone in dinner."
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Sean Phoenix

"Since Becky's taking care of dinner it's only fair I help out with brunch," I said, plating up the scrambled eggs and setting them on the breakfast table next to the bacon, toasts and freshly squeezed orange juice I'd prepared earlier. "Tuck in."

With that, I left them to it and headed for the guys bedroom.

"Aren't you joining us, Sean?" Becky called out.

"Give me a minute," I called back.

I stepped inside the bedroom and looked around. It was pretty small, but just about big enough to hold three single beds and a wardrobe. I closed the door firmly behind me and walked towards the window where my bed stood. Bending underneath it, I gently wrenched up a loose floorboard, careful to not make too much noise. Inside the small dark space was a rusty old safe box. I pulled it out and settled it on top of my bed, punching in the code into the keypad.

There was a small beep and the safe box opened, revealing my passport, several rolls of money held together with a rubber band, a pocket-sized diary and a small beaded child's bracelet that had the initials 'RK' on it. I stared hard at the bracelet and was instantly reminded of the innocent little girl who, with two other kids, was shot in cold blood in front of me back when I was in the 9-0 gang. The incident happened over three years ago, but the pain the memory brought me was still fresh. Letting out a deep sigh, I shook the memories from my head and told myself the same thing I'd been telling myself since the day it happened: I'm never gonna let that happen again...

Ignoring the bracelet, I took out the small pocket-sized diary and opened it up to the third page. On it was a hit list of wanted gang members from different crews across the state. With a pen, I neatly crossed off the name 'Austin Brayson' , the Cort gangs latest success and smiled inwardly with satisfaction. The bastard may not have been a member of the 9-0, but his crew had close ties to the gang through a couple of arms and drugs deals. I knew that by hurting Austin, we were weakening the 9-0 until we could move in and topple them for good.

And if it was any moment I was living for, it was that moment. The moment where I could finally rid the streets of the scum that was my former gang.
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Andréa

Yuuki stepped out of the house and into the garden. It was beautiful out here, and you couldn't believe that there was anything unnatural about the people who lived here.
She closed her eyes, and relaxed, slipping back to her real self.
When she opened her eyes, Andréa smiled. The garden always calmed her down.
Her stomach growled with hunger and she stepped back in. The tension from earlier had eased a bit.
Becky was sitting up on the couch, wincing a little, and Con was looking out of the sliding glass door absent-mindedly.
Sean was inside the guys' room, and when she peeked in, she saw him closing a small notebook.
She sneaked up behind him and snatched it from him, "Oooh.. A secret diary, Sean?
What's in it?" she asked teasingly.
"That's not a plaything Andy!" he yelled.
"Catch me if you can!"Andréa said, taking off at a run. She made it to the garden before he caught her.
"Give that back, Vintelleci", Andréa looked up at him, startled. Even on the best of days, Sean towered over her, and truth be told, she was afraid of this side of him. She looked back at the notebook, and noticed it was a hit list.
"The 9-0 gang, huh?" she asked softly. "Sorry, Sean. Didn't mean to step on your landmine man." She handed the notebook back, and he calmed down almost instantly.
"It's okay." he turned to head back inside, when a small hand stopped him.
"How about a game of baskestball? Think you can handle it after that?"
Sean grinned, and Andréa smirked. "Now you're talkin'."
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Tyler

"Tuck in." Sean told us while he walked away.

"Aren't you joining us, Sean?" Becky called out.

"Give me a minute," He called back.

Sitting patently, I waited for Con and Becky to grab what they wanted first. After a couple of seconds they stopped reaching for things. I then allowed myself to take what I pleased. We where all chatting happily when, Becky suddenly got up and announced that she was going to find Sean.

A silence fell over the table as soon as she left. It didn't take very long till we heard the two of them start arguing. Sighing to myself I pushed my plate back and laid my head and arms on the table.

"Hey Con? Do you know when is the squad coming." I asked while standing up and starting to clear the dishes.
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Con

Tyler stands and starts to clear the dishes, Becky and Sean arguing some distance away.

"Hey, Con, do you know when the squad is coming?" Tyler asks.

"No clue." I say. "Becky should know."

I stand, balancing my weight on my good foot, and help her with the dishes. Sighing, I follow her into the kitchen to start washing up.

"Who do you think we'll have to off next?" I ask, leaning against the counter.
I'm never what I like
I'm double sided
And I just can't hide
I kind of like it
When I make you cry
'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up
Inside

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