forum Spies! [Closed]

Started May 30, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Lonan sat silently in his chair, not so sure if he should speak up or let the others do all the talking.

The director shuffled through the stack of papers on his desk before pulling out five packets. He handed them to Amethyst and told her to grab one and pass the rest down, which she did. The top of the manilla folder read "CLASSIFIED" in bold red letters.

"You may open those when you get to your rooms. That information is never to be talked about with anyone outside of this group," Director Barns declared. "And you must only speak about it in a secure location." He looked pointedly at each one of them before leaning back in his seat and saying, "You are dismissed."

Anya got up to leave after two people had already gone. In the middle, inconspicuous, she thought. She made her way to her room, only opening the folder once the door was locked and the one small window was shaded.

Lotus walked to her room. Who used Manila folders anyway? Whatever she made sure her door was locked and her window was covered. She opened the folder and began reading.

Amethyst was one of the last people to leave the office, and she made her way down the hallways. She'd memorized every turn and every branch, just in case she would need to know them one day. Finally, she arrived at the door to her room. She opened it and stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind her.

Her bed sat directly across from her, wooden nightstands stood on both sides of it. After flicking the light on, Amethyst collapsed onto her bed. She opened the folder to reveal a picture of herself but with glasses and brown eyes. Oddly enough, the information to go with the photo was not about her, though. It was about a woman named Lola Juliet Chance from Newark, Delaware. Along with the picture and information was a note that read, "This is who you will be as long as you are undercover."

(If anyone wants help with finding undercover names for their characters, I'd suggest using this site: https://www.behindthename.com/random/ )

Anya opened the folder to see a modified picture of herself. The inscription underneath read, Dory Elizabeth Christian, and the picture was basically herself but with starling blue eyes, freckles, and a slightly lighter shade of hair. So this is me undercover. Everyone is going to call me Lizzie. I don’t care what the Director says. I am not being called Dory.

Odin sighed and opened his folder, unsure what he would find inside. The first thing he noticed was a photograph of himself, but clean-shaven and with green eyes. His hair seemed to be combed down as well. I'm all for shaving and putting in contacts, but getting my hair to calm down will be a nightmare.

You're kidding me. I have to wear contacts??? I hate contacts! Even colored ones!

Amethyst groaned and let go of the file, dropping it onto her face. "Why???" she complained out loud. With a sigh, she picked the file up and examined the photo again. Not only were her eyes a different color, but her hair was also blonde and wavy. "Okay, that had better mean that I get a wig. 'Cause I am definitely not changing my hair."

//what do we do now

//ok I gtg

//ok have fun!

Lotus made a face as she opened her folder. Her name was Branwen Evette Milburn. Screw that she was Eve or Bran. Her appearance was blond, oh god, blue eyes, blegh, and she HAD TO WEAR HAIR EXTENSIONS!? This was not going to be very fun.

Odin read the name on his folder. Bennett Clay Anderson. What am I, some frat boy?

Amethyst groaned, sitting up. She'd have to go to the disguise room to get prepared, even though she would have liked to sleep for a bit. With a sigh, she stood up and, her folder in hand, made her way through the halls.

Eventually, she came to a white door with the number "114" painted on it in large, black letters. She opened it and stepped into the room. Clothes, wigs, and makeup were scattered everywhere, on the tables, the chairs, and the floor.

"Janet? Skye? You here?" Amethyst asked, looking around the room for the makeup artist and hair stylist.

A head of curly, fiery red hair popped up from behind a pile of clothes in the back of the room. Janet smiled when she saw Amethyst standing in the doorway and tossed something to the other side of the room. Skye's blue-streaked, shoulder-length blonde hair appeared from behind another pile, this one comprised of wigs, and she glared at the red-head.

"What was that for?" she questioned.

Janet laughed and pointed to Amethyst. "We've got a guest, Skye! Get up and help me help her!"

Skye's attention immediately flicked to the purple-haired girl watching them with an amused look on her face. "Oh, hi, Ames! Sorry, we'll be right with you," she said, glancing around. "I've just got to… figure out how to get out of here…"

Odin sighed and shut the folder as he left the room. He had never been on an undercover mission before, but he did know that there was some sort of dress up room somewhere in this building. I just have to find it…

Lotus grabbed her folder and instead of going to the disguise room went to her sisters, "Hey Myrah."

"Hi Lotus!" Myrah ran up and greeted her, "Do you have a new mission?"

Lotus made a half smile, "Yep. Do your magic!"

As soon as the women were free of their maze, they set to working on Amethyst's disguise. Janet worked on her makeup, while Skye did her hair. They would have to call in the clothing expert to finish, but they did as much as they could without him.

While Janet and Skye were working, the door suddenly burst open, and a tall man in a black suit barged in. His blond hair, which was usually perfectly styled, was ruffled like he had been running his hands through it just before he came in. He was muttering under his breath about being "so behind, so so behind" on something as he frantically rifled through the piles of clothes.

Skye and Janet looked at each other, then back at the man.

"Hey, Mick. What's up?" Skye asked.

"I've got to get disguises for a crapload of people who're leaving soon, and I haven't even started," Mick grumbled.

//yeet