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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 11:20:50 GMT -5
- I've Got a Bone to Pick - Quinn Abner has just run into Elodia Lopez at their local mall and is confused when Elodia insists that Quinn needs to come with her, right now, because the fate of the world is hanging in the balance. Quinn follows Elodia and is shocked to discover that Elodia is a part of the world's first international youth secret spy agency and that Quinn's best friend's life is at risk of ending if he refuses to complete the training required by Elodia's spy agency. However, Quinn has a massive issue in his relationship with Elodia. What is it? Will it get in the way of saving the life of Quinn's friend? Will Elodia be able to help Quinn complete the necessary training? Quinn Abner (thornshade) 16 years old. Quinn stands at about 6'3, broad-shouldered with the accompanying athletic build. He has mousy-brown hair that is cropped closer on the sides and kept long and coifed on top. He has high cheekbones and a square, defined jawline that is often lined with stubble. His eyes are a pale green.
He is your typical, unassuming guy - he gets C's in most classes, but excels at basketball and won MVP after his determination to improve his skills. He is relatively laid-back and not easily phased, but struggles with self-doubt. Quinn desires to be everyone's friend - it's as if friendship is a game he refuses to lose. He rarely delves into anything too academic or mentally trying, but does enjoy rainy days he can spend inside reading novels by himself. He is a homebody and doesn't do well with traveling on airplanes, but his reluctantness to leave home is coupled with the deep desire to look out for his mates and family. He operates chiefly on the thrill of adrenaline and deep-seated emotion before he'd turn to the more analytical side of his mind.
Elodia Lopez (✿ ѕємρєя мαgιѕ ✿) 16 years old. This teenage Latina girl is petite and curvy, with golden skin. Despite her curves, she is clearly very fit and athletic. She has waist-length curly hair, which is a very rich and deep brown, though she usually ties it up in a bun or a ponytail to keep it out of her way. She was a wide jaw, strong but striking features, and full lips. Her eyes are a very deep brown.
Elodia is intelligent and very skilled at close-combat. She has been trained to be decent with guns and to know several languages, all things a spy might need to know. She wants to help others and is very brave, though these things can blind her to logical solutions, making her reckless sometimes. She can be a bit hotheaded, often accused of being too emotional to be a spy. Despite her intelligence, she lets her emotions rule her mind, which means that she can forget her analytical side when on actual missions, a dangerous thing.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 11:23:30 GMT -5
Hello ]
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 11:40:33 GMT -5
hey i just updated Quinn's bio. I'm ready to rock and roll when you are x
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 11:44:58 GMT -5
[Cool x Who should start?]
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 12:00:55 GMT -5
(I will x here goes...)
Quinn strolled through the Nike store, his eyes roaming racks of ambiguously neon-colored socks and t-shirts as he searched for the new pair of shoes he'd set his heart on buying once he'd heard he'd be starting in the next game they'd play against their rival school. His eyes widened when he saw them on display, his mind racing as he searched through the piles of blaring orange boxes to find his size. He needn't try them on; he knew that the 12 would fit him, since he exclusively wore either his rotating cast of Nike cross-training shoes or his beloved red Vans. He opened the box and, after looking inside to see that they were the right color - red was his power color, if there was such a thing - he moved immediately towards the check-out isle. He ran his hands through his hair in anticipation - he couldn't wait to break them in before the game next week - and tapped his foot to the beat of the edm music that blared over the intercom inside the store as he waited in line. He couldn't wait to see Michael's face when he showed his mate that he'd finally bought the shoes he'd been pinning over for months; he knew, too, that Michael would then complain that he was too broke to go buy new shoes as often as he did and would bellyache until Quinn gave him the old pair he'd bought for last season's playoff game.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 12:28:50 GMT -5
Elodia Lopez walked through the mall, scanning the stores for someone in particular. Someone who fitted the description she needed. A young man by the name of Quinn Abner.
The Latina girl spoke into what looked like a bluetooth headset but was smaller and much more secure. This was her way of communicating with the team waiting back at the base without anyone else knowing that she was a spy.
"You need a 16-year-old male, 6"3, brown hair, green eyes. Bread-shouldered, athletic. His recent purchases and internet searches suggest he likes the Nike store quite a lot. Head there first. And don't mess this up, Lopez," warned a voice through her earpiece "Or else"
Following this advice, the sixteen-year-old found herself outside of the Nike store. A boy fitting Quinn Abner's description was purchasing some shoes at the counter. Good. Elodia only had to wait until he came out and then she could talk to him.
"Target sighted. Stand by" Elodia said quietly into the earpiece, pretending to window-shop while she waited for Abner to leave the shop.
"Copy," replied the voice from the earpiece, confirming that Elodia's statement had been received
And so Elodia prepared herself for what was about to follow. She was going to have to kidnap this boy, essentially, without him raising the alarm or refusing to believe her. She was going to have to convince him that the situation was as dangerous as she was saying.
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 12:40:29 GMT -5
Quinn quickly paid for his purchase - a whopping $200 dollar purchase at that - before strolling out of the store without a care in the world. He paused at a bench just across the way and sat, intending to take a video of the shoes for Michael. He settled down on the bench, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket and setting it down beside him while he opened the orange plastic bag that held his new Jordans. He slipped them out and let out a grin before filming them, unawares of what was going on around him. He finished filming, sent the video and a text to Michael before scrolling through Facebook mindlessly. His mission - buying the shoes - was accomplished for the weekend.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 12:48:28 GMT -5
Elodia waited until he came out and sat down before starting to approach, waiting until after he had put his phone away before she seated herself beside him on the bench, not looking directly at him as she spoke so as not to draw attention.
"Quinn Abner," Elodia began "my name is Elodia Lopez. I represent an international youth spy agency. I need your help. I'm going to need you to come with me, and I need you to refrain from making a fuss. Your friend Michael is at risk of death if you don't come with me right now,"
She had to try and convince him of who she was, so she fished around in the bag on her back before revealing a small card with the logo of the agency on it as well as her name. She didn't know what else to do without drawing unwanted attention to their encounter. So she left it at that, hoping this would be enough to show him who she was.
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 13:14:28 GMT -5
Quinn's mind whirled. What the heck? Who was this chick? He thought he recognized her voice from somewhere, but he couldn't quite recall where. And what was she talking about, Michael being at risk? He hadn't broken the law in a long time - as far as he knew, Mikey was couped up on the couch recovering from his latest bought of the flu. He figured it was a practical joke - the card couldn't have been that real. Why would a spy agency be looking for him? The Elodia-chick still hadn't met his gaze, so he grasped her chin delicately in his large hand so she would turn his way. "Fine, Elodia," he grimaced quickly realizing exactly who she was when they locked eyes, but what the heck does Michael have to do with this? I swear, if he put you up to this and I'm gonna get a pie in the face, fine by me. But don't threaten me - especially you of all people. You know I'd be more than happy to send a sucker-punch your way, even if you are a girl. Just take me where you need me and no more, okay?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 13:22:52 GMT -5
Elodia grinned "I'll threaten you if I want, Quinn. If you lay a hand on me I can have you on the floor screaming in seconds. I don't play games. Follow me. I'll know if you try and run away when my back's turned"
She stood up and led the way out of the shopping centre, making regular glances to make sure he was still following. Her team at the base were tracking the CCTV too, to be sure he didn't try to run. They couldn't afford that.
Once outside, a black car with tinted windows and no registration was waiting outside, engine running. This would be their ride.
She gestured to the car, wordlessly indicating that Quinn should get in first, before climbing in herself.
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 13:35:07 GMT -5
Quinn furrowed his brows before following her wordless through the shopping center. Everything in him was telling him to get lost - he knew Elodia and he knew she meant trouble. He didn't doubt she knew exactly what his body language was telling her right now: I don't want to be here right now. But he followed her - the promise of Michael being at risk was enough - until he saw the car roll up. It was just like the movies, the kinds of cars that super-spies ride in so they don't get caught under any law and oh my gosh I'm gonna get my butt kicked right now but what about Michael?!
He slipped into the car, his heart pounding. What the heck was this?
"Okay, spit it out - what the heck do you need me for and what does this have to do with Michael? If I don't get a straight answer in the next five minutes, I'm gonna break something. And that something might just be your neck, Elodia."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 13:44:10 GMT -5
Elodia took her time putting her seatbelt on in order to keep Quinn on edge, before she finally turned to him.
"Your threats don't scare me, Quinn. I have been taught five kinds of martial arts as well as boxing and kickboxing and I am one of the best shooters in the agency. There is nothing you could do to hurt me, whether you're a boy or not. As for why you're here, the agency needs you to complete a training programme with us. I can't tell you anything more than that until we're in the secure environment of the base. So please do refrain from breaking anything too expensive. Greatly appreciated."
She wanted to clearly and undeniably assert her control over the situation. She had laid her cards on the table and shown Quinn that she meant business. She could beat adult agents in combat, never mind Quinn Abner. He didn't scare her; his threats were meaningless and empty.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 13:46:48 GMT -5
(We should probably go over the details of why they want him specifically, how Michael is involved and how they know eachother)
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 14:12:07 GMT -5
(in my mind, it goes something like this...
Quinn and Michael trust each other with their lives after a crazy incident involving two criminals committing an international heist that happened last year in London. Michael took the blame (and paid the fine) for the heist to all the governments involved and was placed in juvie thereafter while Quinn got off scott-free.
The two criminals committed the heist a year ago in order to gain enough cash to buy a specific type of metal needed to create a piece of technology capable of robbing everyone in the world of their digital and material identities - all their bank accounts, home owner's deals, instagram profiles, university credits, social security numbers, and the like wiped off the grid. No one would be anyone anymore and bad-intentioned organizations could take control in the midst of the chaos and take lots of innocent lives - just for the sake of taking lives and gaining power.
Now, the criminals have locked onto Michael and he's at risk because he won't give away the work he and Quinn have secretly been doing to break the criminal organization from the inside out via becoming sort of vigilantes and stopping the bad organization from committing further heists.
As far as how Elodia knows the boys is beyond me - she could be anything from an ex-flame of Quinn's to a rival athlete in competition to someone who knows something she shouldn't about Quinn's vigilante business and betrayed him to someone he cares about - you can go whichever way you'd like with it...)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 14:15:28 GMT -5
(Okay cool I like all of that. I think we'll decide how they know eachother after roleplaying together a little more and getting a feel for their relationship)
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 14:39:22 GMT -5
God, this was not a good trip. It reminded him of London - and that was the last place he wanted to be reminded of, ever. He hated Elodia and her arrogance and all the posh, professionalism she balanced with cockiness on the edge of the same knife. It made his stomach twist. He just wanted Michael to be okay. He was his best friend and (literal) partner in crime, after all.
"Fine. Whatever," he snapped. "Is Michael safe or not? Am I going to be safe? Because right now this feels a lot like a kidnapping and that is not a good feeling, I can promise you. Just tell me what you want with me, dang it. What is this training - is it going to involve lots of mental stuff? Because I just don't have the energy for that. Why me, anyway? What could possibly me so attractive about me that you bother to kidnap me, other than my dashing looks?" Quinn finished with a grin, though the final comment was more for his sake than anyone else's. If he could make himself out to be more confident, he'd feel more confident in reality.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 14:46:53 GMT -5
Elodia sighed "Fine, if you won't stop asking questions, I'll tell you what is happening. Criminals with whom Michael and yourself have a history have locked on to Michael. They want information about work the two of you have been doing to destroy their organisation, but Michael won't give it. So no, he isn't safe, though we're doing our best to protect him, and neither are you. And we want you because you have been doing vigilante work already and you know a lot about these criminals. But they haven't been tracking you yet, while they're watching Michael like hawks. So you're a safer bet as you're lesser known to them. And try not to think of it as kidnapping. This is, in fact, perfectly legal. And no, your training will be mainly physical. Any other questions, while we're at it?"
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Post by thornshade on May 27, 2017 14:54:06 GMT -5
Quinn couldn't help himself. "Yeah. Why you, of all people? Why did I get stuck receiving training from someone as self-centered and back-stabbing as you, Elodia?" As angry as he seemed, his mind was swirling and his stomach had dropped. They knew. How they heck did they know about he and Michael? God, this was all his fault - he knew he should have let himself take the blame for the criminal behavior. But he'd already screwed around too much and Michael had nothing left to lose. It'd made sense, at the time. But now the decision had left them both in unforgivable odds. He shook his head as if to clear it and realized he'd made both his hands into white-knuckled fists. This was a mess. He just wanted to go home and break in those new Jordans.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 27, 2017 15:00:50 GMT -5
"Well, harsh words indeed" Elodia replied with a raised eyebrow "Actually, if you must know, I volunteered. I know you better than anyone else and so I know how best to train you. I know your strengths and weaknesses. We'd make better fighting partners than anyone else, and I know how to keep you safe, if it came down to it. And before your say you don't need protecting, I'm not saying you do. I'm just pointing out that were dealing with a very dangerous criminal organisation. This isn't a game. We have to have eachother's backs. And I thought we might be the best people to do that. I wanted to make this easier for you, too, actually. Having a familiar face, even if you hate me. But, of course, I'm just a secret agent taking on a criminal organisation trying to save the details of millions upon millions of people. I'm clearly self-centered"
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 7:33:07 GMT -5
Quinn rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Whatever. It's fine. I was just wondering if someone put you up to it."
As much as he hated to admit it, Elodia had a point - she did know him better than he'd care to acknowledge. Even if there trust was a bit shattered at this point, he couldn't ignore that part of him that was thrilled he at least knew her issues and strengths, too - she wouldn't have that much of an advantage over him.
He also knew he wasn't exactly unhappy about getting to see her more often - and training with her would be great. How else was he going to get the chance to see her body work? Even from his seat behind her in the car, he could see the defined muscle moving fluidly underneath her tanned skin as she moved. He could hear Michael nagging him for ogling her in his mind, but the thought of Michael once again sent him reeling.
"Just out of curiosity, how the heck did you find out about our... work? We've been better at staying off the grid lately," the dark-haired boy mused.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2017 7:43:23 GMT -5
"These criminals aren't exactly subtle," Elodia replied "That's how we found out. You're good enough at being off-grid that these criminals haven't found you yet, but they did find Michael. And I know you're friends with Michael. If anyone was going to be a vigilante with him it would be you. It wasn't difficult to put the pieces together"
Elodia could feel his eyes on her, and she threw him a glance over her shoulder. He was different than how she remembered him. In a good way, of course.
'Dammit, Elodia, leave it be. He hates you. And, what's more, this isn't exactly the time.' she thought to herself as she turned away again. She couldn't afford to let anything get in the way of her work, especially not Quinn Abner. There was never a right time to let something like this happen, but still.
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 7:53:54 GMT -5
"Makes sense," Quinn said with a low laugh. "Even his mom jokes that we've been inseparable since I moved here in freshman year." He could picture the two of them in the gym one day after school, shooting on opposite ends of the court, not saying a word to one another. Well, until Mikey managed to give me that black eye when that ball rebounded smack against my face, he thought, amused. Michael still apologized for it to this day. Quinn glanced out the tinted window and came to the realization he had no clue where he was.
"Hey, where are you taking me? Is this gonna be a day trip, or am I gonna have to move in with you? Because my mom would more than probably like to know when I'm planning on coming home," he explained.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2017 8:01:25 GMT -5
"Don't worry, it's all arranged with your family," Elodia replied "As far as they're concerned, you're going to a basketball training camp for as long as we need you to be there. I have no idea how long we'll need you for, but I will say it'll be however long it'll take to stop these criminals. As for where you're going, it's a top secret base, so I can't exactly give you the address. Just trust that we'll be there soon. You'll get to meet some of the top youth spies in the world."
She had made sure that his parents wouldn't panic. Having to deal with a missing person enquiry was the last thing she needed on top of, you know, saving the world or whatever. Even so, she wasn't sure he was okay with this. Not that he exactly had a choice in the matter.
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 8:11:42 GMT -5
"Okay, works for me," he responded quickly. "I just - I get why you choose me, but still - it's not like I exactly scream "top secret spy" when you take a good look at me. I trust you - now, anyway - but I just want you to promise me one thing." He took a breath and met her gaze. "Promise me we'll do everything we can to keep Michael safe. He doesn't need to get into any more trouble than he's already landed himself in, the idiot," Quinn told her, his pale eyes tinged with anxiety. He'd promised to have Michael's back - surely these guys understood that?
His heart leapt into his throat as he took another look outside. A non-descript, gray-faced building dotted with graffiti met his gaze. The car rolled to a stop, and he shot a look at Elodia. "I thought you said this was a top international spy organization. This place is looks like a piece of crap."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2017 8:17:32 GMT -5
At Quinn's sincere request, Elodia turned around again in her seat, looking him in the eye before saying "I promise. That's what I'm here for. And for the record, I never exactly scream 'spy' either. But it doesn't mean you can't be one."
When Quinn saw the building, she laughed at his reaction "Come on, do you think we'd be so obvious to have a big posh base like in the movies? This works as a spy base because it looks like a piece of crap. Nobody suspects it. Just like nobody expects teenage spies."
She got out of the car and stretched, waiting for Quinn to climb out too so they could go inside the building.
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 8:22:53 GMT -5
Quinn was pleased Elodia met his whim with sympathy. It was nice to know she at least was on good terms with him as far as keeping Michael alive went. As for whether or not they'd keep getting along once training got started, he couldn't be so sure.
He followed her out of the car, his mind reeling as the black car sped off into the distance, headed for what appeared to be the exit of the abandoned lot. "How do we get? Is there a door with a secret passcode or something? Do I even have the clearance - that's the word, right? - to get?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2017 8:27:07 GMT -5
"Just stick with me, you'll be fine. We're sorting out clearances for you" Elodia said as she started towards a door, typing in a pass code on a keypad beside the door and moving closer to what looked like a peephole in the door but was actually a small retina scanner.
The place might look unassuming, but it was packed full of technology. With a soft click, the door unlocked and Elodia pushed it open, allowing Quinn to enter first before shutting the door behind her.
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 8:34:20 GMT -5
Quinn dipped his head in response and stepped forward into the into the door. When he took a moment to take in his surroundings, his mind ran - there was a keypad on the door and there were bars that ran along the sides. It reminded him of an elevator, with the numbers and keys all lit up a pulsing orange, shining in the dark, square room. There was a certain draftiness to the space that put him on edge, but he shoved the notion aside. Elodia was here to help. He was here to help.
"Where to?" he asked the Latina girl with a grin, moving towards the keypad.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on May 28, 2017 8:41:06 GMT -5
Elodia smiled as she simply put in another passcode, biting her lip as she tried to sift through the hundreds of passcodes she had to remember until she remembered the correct one. She hated having to remember so many passwords.
The keys glowed as she touched them and when she had entered the passcode, lights came on, lighting the area up a little more than before.
So many defenses were put on this building not only because it housed spies, but because of the nature of the spies. Young spies were not only more valuable and more necessary to protect, but they were more impressionable and easily manipulated by any enemies. It was essential that this next generation of spies were protected.
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Post by thornshade on May 28, 2017 8:52:38 GMT -5
Quinn was already impressed at the amount of remembering Elodia had to do in the last two minutes. He wasn't sure he had the capacity to remember all the codes himself. He couldn't help but marvel at her as she bit her lip and finally put in the passcode, illuminating the space with light. She looked too good in the dim lighting for her to actually be anything resembling a mere human like himself. An angel? No, he told himself quickly, a devil. She's nothing but trouble and you know it, dude. Plus, this wasn't exactly the greatest time to think about pursuing something with her. They could end up hating each other more than they knew by the time this was over.
Then, the floor started to quickly move downward. The teen grappled for a hold on the bars and quickly found it before meeting Elodia's gaze once again.
"So, how many of you are there? Like, hundreds? Or just, like, six? Because I don't think I can remember more than six names at a time. And do you all do the same thing - like, the same missions and stuff?"
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