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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 16, 2017 19:51:44 GMT -5
Do you want to be the assassin or the spy? Also, do you have a preferred gender in roleplay?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 16, 2017 19:54:45 GMT -5
OOC Here!
I have no preference either way. I’ve got a girl character that could work for spy or assassin, but I’ve got a bunch of guy characters too.
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 16, 2017 20:08:40 GMT -5
Alright. ^.^ Since I'm already playing a girl in the other RP, I'll give being a guy a shot. I can be the spy, if you'd like.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 16, 2017 20:25:58 GMT -5
OOC Alright! Should we go over any plots or ideas or where to even start?
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 16, 2017 20:36:24 GMT -5
I don't have any particular ideas in mind. :3 Do you? I guess we could be assigned to collaborate on a mission or something. X'D And go from there.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 16, 2017 20:37:38 GMT -5
OOC That could work! Do you wanna start, or should I?
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 16, 2017 20:38:41 GMT -5
You ca start. :3
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 16, 2017 20:47:36 GMT -5
OOC Alright! Where should they be meeting?
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Post by ꮯꮋꮻꮯꮻꮮꭺꭲꭼ • ꮯꭹꭺ🇳ꮖꭰꭼ on Dec 16, 2017 20:48:55 GMT -5
Perhaps in neutral ground? Somewhere they both have never worked before in. Honestly, just pick a random place. :'D I can adapt.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 16, 2017 20:58:07 GMT -5
OOC Okay!
IC Nika frowned, watching as people entered and left the little run down burger joint. She had gone inside, bought a quick meal as to not look suspicious and now, well now the girl was just waiting for her contact to arrive. It had only been a few minutes since she had gotten there herself, but the waiting was beginning to get to her. She looked down at the fries she had gotten, sighing slightly as she slouched forward onto the table, grabbing one of the small fries and sticking it into the small ketchup container. She swirled it around for a minute before lifting the fry back up and sticking it into her mouth.
It wasn’t horrible. Though it was far from good. Just how Americans could stand to eat this so often, was beyond her. If it was up to her, she would have chosen a much better meeting spot. Maybe a park, or a nice restaurant that actually sold good food and not just the bare minimum to be considered eatable. However, it had not been up to Nika to pick the meeting location and she would just have to make due.
The girl leaned back, dark brownish black curls hitting the back of the seat. She was dressed rather plainly, a long sleeve green turtleneck, jeans, brown half boots, and a long brown coat which had been set down beside her, as it was too warm to wear it inside, maybe she should have worn something more noticeable, perhaps her contact had arrived, couldn’t spot her, and left.
Just as the assassin was beginning to worry, the door to the fast food place swung open and she quickly turned her attention to whoever had entered. It was a mother and her two children. Nika felt herself begin to slouch again as she let out a small huff. Still not her contact...and to think that parents willingly fed their children this food. Now that, was crazy.
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