Sounds like a plan to me! I haven't thought up exactly who my character is gonna be just yet, but it shouldn't take me long ^^
Ok, so Darrel will be nineteen then, a year older than Chara ^^
Sweet! What does Chara look like, may I ask? And who's going to start first?
Right haha let me find a picture! I can start, we can begin right before they actually meet, to kind get a feel for their characters first.
This was the closest I could find to my mental image of her x)
Oh, she looks cute af! Very nice ^^ Alright, sounds like a plan!
Shade, her fox Familiar
Azalea, her wolf Familiar
OMG they're adorable and awesome! This is gonna be fun ^^
((Yes!!!! ^.^ Haha, ok I'll start now hehehe))
Chara was never one to take orders from anybody, she did what she wanted, when she wanted. But when she did do something or someone else, at least she got paid for it.
This, however, was a different story. Her parents had left her with this legacy, something she needed to uphold, if only for them. They had worked with these people when they were alive, believed they were doing it for the better good, keeping humans away from those who were Supernatural; protecting them from the truth of their existence, and even some things beyond that.
Her parents had died when she was young, and when that had happened, she fell off the grid. Only to be captured so many years later and enlisted to help in this specific mission. She understood why they needed her. She just didn't like it.
But, she reasoned, it was for a good cause. The humans had a zombie in their laboratory, and that didn't bode well for anyone. They needed it contained. But no one had access to the secret lab.
Chara needed to get down and dirty to do some digging, needed to get close to a certain someone...
She glanced down at the file in her hands again, skimming over the information given to her.
Quinn Parker, son of Richard Parker, head of the Corporation that apprehended the zombie Chara needed to get back.
He was a senior in highschool, 18 years of age, and, lucky for Chara, a huge animal lover.
She knew how she was going to play him, how she was going to get close to him. She would use her Familiars and abilities to her advantage. First thing was first, however, she needed to go back to highschool.
She groaned at the thought. She knew it was necessary, but she'd dropped out in middle school and hadn't even thought about returning. It just wasn't her thing. But this was important, and she needed every advantage she could get.
Again, lucky for her that her newly attained Familiars had already been going to this school, had already been tailing Quinn Parker, getting close to him, even before she'd been brought in for the case.
Yet another advantage. The hard part wasn't going to be getting close to the son, but rather getting close to the father. She needed access to that lab, and that was what she was truly after.
She took a deep breath as she dismounted her bike,
Her Familiars, Shade and Azalea, had promised to meet her here, at school. It was her first day, so they would bring 'the new girl' into their group. They hadn't gotten so close to Quinn as to be best friends, they'd said, but they were friends with the right people who got Quinn's attention, and they had assured her they would make sure everything worked out. Azalea had even went so far as to make sure Chara looked stunning this morning for her first encounter with the boy. She would make a great first impression, make sure he remembered her.
Again, Chara groaned. This so wasn't like her, she was more of a fighter, preferring fists and weapons over wits and wiles. But, like her new 'bosses' had said, this was a delicate situation, and she couldn't simply fight her way through it as she had in the past. She would need wits and wiles this time.
She remained where she was a moment longer, leaning against her bike, backpack now thrown over one shoulder as she debated on whether she really needed to go in there or not. But the answer was simple; yes, she really did need to go in there.
Before shoving the file back into her backpack, Chara took one more glance at the photo of Quinn Parker, to make sure she remembered his face.
I'm figuring out my post, that's A LOT to read. But I think I might have something in a bit ^^
//Lol no sweat! I got this!
Darrel was a machine when it came to tasks. His processes were methodical, planned out, predictive. He knew when a factor would turn in his favor, anticipated or otherwise. It was what he was good at. It was his skill, unmatched by no other, and not once had he failed at any task provided him.
Perhaps that was why he had been given this assignment without question: they knew his strengths, knew his record, and obviously had no doubts. Something to be proud of, definitely.
For the past few weeks now, he'd been keeping tabs on this Quin Parker, son of the acclaimed Richard Parker, who was of prime subject among his superiors: his corporation had gotten their hands upon a zombie - something that should not be allowed to happen, and yet it had. And it was Darrel's job to clean up the mess.
If - no, when all went according to plan, and he played his cards right, it would be easy. He'd have the keys to the lab with no issues, and nullify the issue accordingly. A simple headshot, burn the body, no samples to work with. Nothing. But Quin was the necessary first step.
The first bell rung in his ears as he pulled in on his motorbike, parking it near a tree just across the curb and a grim smile grazed his lips. The excitement of the hunt to come filled his soul.
School was in session.
School traffic on any day was always terrible. On the first day, however, it was the absolute worst. Freshmen pouring in from all directions rushing to figure out their next class, only to rush back the way the fame in front of your path when they realize they made a wrong turn. Sophomores and juniors being just as in a hurry, though a little more rude about it. And then there were the seniors, who assumed because of their status at the top of the grade heap thought they pretty much owned the place, and if there wasn't a path readily available, they simply made one, by any means necessary.
Darrel enjoyed that privilege, but he was more subtle about it, simply because people could not help but make room for him. It all had to do with his hidden nature. They didn't know what it was exactly, but they could feel it radiating from him like heat from a fire. It was intimidating, something they instinctively didn't want anything to do with, and that was fine with Darrel.
He thus found his locker with no trouble at all, no annoying head on collisions or accidents of that sort. He anticipated it would be an easy day. Everything would go on schedule when it should, as it should, as he predicted.
//Ok, I'm actually going to drop Darrel's age down by one unit so he's 18 like Chara XP
