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R. L. Gallagher & Whitnee
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Apr 06, 2014 10:15AM
(I'm so sorry I crashed!!!)
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(No it's totally okay! I took some Nyquil so I passed out pretty much right after you did)
(I see. Are you feeling any better? And a post is coming your way shortly.)
(Sweet! And I think I'm feeling worse but I've been loading up on Advil and Sudafed to keep me from actually feeling like crap so??? Right now I feel fine lol)
(Haha nothing like drugs to make you feel like ten times better. Think we should skip to the ball now? Like have everyone entering.)
(And I'll add Reagan because I'm really excited!)
(Sweet! I'll probably throw Caesar in too)
Kieera walked with Link and Gewls. Both of them looking rather eligant for this huge Galla. All three had masks on. Pictures were being taken. Doors held open. It was seriously this enormous event and she was scared. It only actually hit her now that this was the biggest part of their mission and she needed to take this so serious. She couldn't be the reason her entire team failed. The most important part was to get in, get the information and get out within the entire night. They were allowed to dance and to have fun but they needed to do the work first and for most. She glanced at Link who was walking with this stride of badassness and she couldn't help but wish she was more like that. More confident. But this wasn't Kieera, she wasn't Kieera anymore. She was Anya and Anya was confident and intelligent and beautiful. Gewls turned to watch Kieera, giving her a smile. The nervousness was radiating off of her onto Gewls and she was trying her best bot to be nervous either. "Are you excited?" She asked, her New Zealand accent pretty darn good if you would have asked her.
Kieera nodded. "Of course." Russian accent coming out.
Link rolled his eyes at them. "You too girls." He shook his head. Just plain old American.
Zander came by himself, he looked superb in his wonderful tuxedo, feeling rather James Bond like. He wouldn't let others hold the door for him and at one point he had ran into a girl. In his hurry to get in. Which was just his alias personality. "I'm sorry." He said with a nod of his head, looking up at the girl.
Reagan simply blew him off. Mostly because she did what she needed too and got the tracker on him. Now she needed to get the other seven.
"You look like you're going to throw up," Ace noted to Effie. Her arm was linked through his, and he drifted himself as far away from her as possible, because she either looked murderous or ill, and either way he didn't want to be there when he lost it. Effie just glared at the boy that was supposed to be her twin brother before she looked out at the massive ballroom, standing in the center of a set of double doors in a mask and a ballgown that easily added thirty pounds. She didn't say anything in fear that she would throw up if she opened her mouth.
Jack and Bex had arrived early, and they each leaned against a tall table as they people watched. Clara was trying her best to get to know the cousin she'd never talked to outside of family functions, and Alex felt like he wanted to melt into the wall. But Bex wasn't Clara, and Jack wasn't Alex, and they already knew each other pretty well, and they could hardly pretend to focus on each other when they were each looking for their other half.
Kieera threw a look in. Link's direction. "What's that suppose to mean Geoffry?" She asked, this bitter taste on her tongue when she said his name the way she did. She was suppose to be deeply in love with him and yet, Kieera couldn't much stand him when he was acting like a diva. "Nothing, you look beautiful." He commented as if it saved them and their fire relationship.
Gewls gave them both a polite smile. "I think I'm going to go get something to drink." She just excused herself. Looking to see if Franky had shown up with Demitrious.
Zander thought he spotted Ace. So he loved in that direction and came to realize that who had had found was Jack and how he had mixed up the two could completely beat him. "Hey, you look beautiful Clara." He said quietly.
(I am a horribly friend I am so SORRY I don't even have an excuse besides sleeping a lot I'm sorry)
(Just when I was about to hit the hay. It's fine. You need to get feeling better. So I don't blame you or anything.)
(I'll have a reply up soon I'm sorry I know I said I would be on like all day and then I just fell asleep for like another ten hours or something)
(D:)Effie pulled herself away from Ace as quickly as she could once they were past the swarms of cameras and interviewers and important looking adults. She still had to play Francesca, and she knew that, but even in the file, Francesca was more like Effie than the real Franky was, and she didn't exactly get along with her twin brother.
Which was the main reason Ace let her scurry off into the crowd, not at all surprised to see her manage to disappear into the masses of people even in a giant ball gown. Effie was good at being invisible when she wanted to be.
Ace spun around, and almost immediately bumped into another couple. He quickly choked out a very British, "I'm so sorry," until he looked up and realized who it was he ran into. Franky and Demitri.
Caesar came up right behind Bex and Zander, and right as Bex was about to give a reply to the gorgeous guy in a well-fitting tux, Caesar snapped a picture and shot a bright light of flash in their eyes. "Should have asked this before I did that, but mind if I take your picture, Miss?" he asked enthusiastically, smiling brightly at the obvious couple. They weren't very good at hiding it.
(I really hope you start feeling better!)Demitri crossed his arms over his chest. "You should be sorry." He glanced at Franky. She had been bitter and for some reason Demitri had absorbed her awful feelings. Ever since yesterday when that one guy… Zander? Was an ass hole and now Demitri had to deal with her tears and screaming and telling. It annoyed him to say the least but here he was, face to face with Ace. Who was Freddie… hmm.
Zander blinked, trying hard to gain back his sight. "You already got a picture?" He asked, wondering why this guy was even up in their face. They already had pictures. It was pointless to gather more
(M e t o o u g h)Ace made a face at Demitri, but kept his mouth shut. The last thing he needed was to start a fight with him. Plus, Franky decided that was the perfect time to jump in and hug him.
"Freddie!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck, and Ace almost forgot he had a role to play. His mind searched his file, trying to figure out who Franky was playing to be related to him. There was something about an old nanny or something, but how could she be...? "God, I haven't seen you since you were this tall," she said, letting go of him to raise her hand just to the height of her waist. "It's been so long." She flashed a smile, and it was so genuine that Ace almost believed it. "Where's your sister? Is she here?" Franky jumped back then, remembering she had a partner. "Oh, this is my fiance." She grabbed Demitri's arm again, wrapping her fingers around him tightly. "Darling, this is Fredrick. I used to nanny for his parents years ago."
Bex blinked a few times, seeing spots before she looked at this new guy, flashing a quick excited Clara smile. "Well, I don't really mind," she said, a shy blush rising in her cheeks as she looked between this guy in a red bow tie and Zander. "What are the pictures for?"
Caesar raised the camera back to his face, holding it up to her once again before he flashed another picture. "The Denver Post," he answered, giving a professional smile as he pulled out a very authentic looking fake press ID.
(Yes :D I've been waiting here for you to get one to redeem myself since I bailed on you all weekend)
(Haha yeah! I was so excited and then disappointed.Nah, I was seriously worried about you. Are you feeling better? (Ps, I have Thursday, Friday and Saturday off.)
(Yay! And yeah, I'm feeling loads better. I think I'm ditching my first class tomorrow, though, just to catch up on sleep. Even though I've slept waaaaaaay too much these past few days, I'm still exhausted. Ugh. Hate being sick.)
(Gahhh I'm so so so sorry about this weekend! I'll make it up to you :) Not sure how, but I will)
(Just be ready Thursday, Friday and Saturday.)
(I will be on alllll Thursday, Friday and Saturday :) I have to work all day those three days, so I'll definitely be online)
(Oh man.)Demitrious tilted his head. He hated this. With a bloody passion. He didn't want to be her fiancé, he didn't want her to touch him. But he stood there, placing a fake smile on his face. "Aww, I see. He is a cute little kid too my love." He said turning to face her rather than continue to look at Ace like he was this weirdo kid. He wasn't sure on his sanity at that moment. But he did have motivation to move on. After all, he had had sex with Effie and it was terrible. She was pretty fun to mess with through the sheets.
Zander didn't have a good feeling about this stranger but she seemed to be trusting of him. "Okay, sounds like you know what you're doing."
Across the way, Link studied the crowd before glancing at Kieera. "Think it's time?" He whispered, making sure his 'sister' didn't see.
Kieera shook her head. "I don't want too."
Like a light bulb exploded above his head, Ace suddenly remembered who Franky was. "Francesca is here, yeah," he quickly answered, glancing around in the general direction in which he watched Effie disappear. "Actually, Veronica, you know my sister. She's probably near the champagne." He gave another smile, glancing warily at Demitri before giving his attention back to Franky who was almost over-playing her part. Franky chuckled lightly. "She hasn't changed a big, has she?" she asked, lacing her fingers through Demitri's. "C'mon, love. You have to meet this girl, Francesca. She's a riot!" she squealed, pulling him towards the south wall where she knew the bar was.
Caesar motioned his hands together at the two of them. "Closer together. At least pretend you like each other," he insisted, giving them a wink as if he knew better. "At least for the camera."
Bex, completely oblivious to the fact that something wasn't right about this guy, threw her arms around Zander's neck and planted a big kiss on his cheek, just in time for the flash of the camera.
"Perfect!" Caesar called, giving them one last smile before he started backing away. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other couples I have to bother."
Demitrious nodded. "Of course darling, take me to meet this woman." He said seriously as he passed by. He was already feeling annoyed and this was only making it worse. He gathered himself together and hugged Franky close. The girl was so small conspired to him. But not with Effie under him. She was ten times smaller. And it seemed strange but none the less, it had bend amazing. Raegan walked passed Caesar, long enough to tell him to go find the other people. She knew someone was missing and it must have been the bad guys daughter. How segregated would she be when she found that her parents had been alive and well? But hiding from her to plot a plan that would destroy the earth.
Ace let out a long, winded sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. Whatever had just happened, he didn't like it. And if he had to chose, he'd pick Demitri over Franky, yet the two of them together made his skin crawl. He spun around slowly, tucking his hands in his pockets, trying to see over the crowd to find the familiar head of dark hair that he knew would probably be standing beside Link. Franky plastered on her model smile while she ever so politely tried to push herself towards the bar, looking for any sign of the tiny girl with ratty hair. "You're not putting your whole heart into this performance," she chimed through clenched teeth to Demitri, scanning the crowd for Effie.
Caesar quickly rushed past Raegan after their exchange, not wanting to draw attention to themselves. The last thing they needed was people catching on that they were working together. Hell, the majority of this room was filled with spies, or at least spies in training. So he headed to his next set of targets, expensive camera in hand, looking for "Geoff" and "Anya."
"And you are so fake it hurts my head." Demitri had muttered when he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. She was so bad at acting it seriously hurt him on the inside. It wasn't hard to pretend. Not at all and she made this seem like she was trying all too hard to do anything which was frustrating to Demitri. He didn't give her nearly as much credit as he probably should. But it might as well have been her own fault. Link carefully weaves his arm around Kieera, making sure Gewls didn't notice, not that it would. She was too busy looking for her lover. The one she wasn't really suppose to have and yet she was putting her personal life into perspective more than she was her character.
Franky looked over at him with a dark frown. "What the hell are you even doing here, Demitri? This was supposed to be my mission, and yet here you are, and so far all you've managed to do is get drunk and high off your ass and fall in love with Effie," she snarled bitterly, turning back around to keep searching. Where was that damn girl? She scanned the crowd, looking for any short girl in a black and gold dress, but she still couldn't find her. Caesar came up behind Link and Kieera, now with a set of thick glasses and a very well done fake mustache and an ugly grey wig to top off the new look. He tapped on Link's shoulder, holding a pen and notepad in hand and speaking in a heavy Swedish accent. "Excuse me, sir?" he asked, his voice hoarse and shy as he hunched over slightly, looking like an entirely different person compared to his original spunky and excited alias he was with the other couple. "I am working for the Denver Harold," he informed them, holding up his fake press ID, now with a matching picture of what he looked now. "And I was hoping I could ask you and your lovely, uh, girlfriend a few questions?" His voice was shy, playing into the act with every ounce of training he had.
"They didn't think you could handle it. Franky. They thought you would fail them and guess what, I believe you would too. You're not getting close to Effie. You're pushing yourself away and the plan was to get close." Demitri answered. And he wasn't in love with her either. That was clearly impossible. He just liked pressing the buttons of Link. "Maybe if you weren't such a bitch people would fall in love with you too." Link turned surprised, finding the man standing there. He pulled his arm away from Kieera. "Oh, she isn't my girlfriend…" he said seriously.
Kieera rolled her eyes. "Ask away." She reply to his question of asking questions. Link felt very uncomfortable about having someone ask them questions but he couldn't fight it either. Kiera was prepared.
(I have this twisted vision that Effie ends up falling in love with Demitri and Link like some cliche love triangle and it's frustrating for some reason??? idk)Franky spun on Demitri, her freckled face turning red and her green eyes sparkling with fury. She honestly hated this stupid Russian boy. "No, Demitrious, the plan was to simply infiltrate the school, and getting close to the students would make our jobs easier, but not a requirement. However, you managed to sleep with the only girl I've ever met that's more locked up than a safe." She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut behind her mask. She opened her mouth to continue her rant before she heard and eerily familiar voice behind her.
"You two certainly are causing a scene," the British woman said, and Franky gulped loudly at the sight of their professor - and Effie's undead mother. "I'm honestly wondering why I put both of you on this job, seeing as the only thing you've managed to accomplish is end up with broken noses and sleeping with the students."
The fake old man eyed Lincoln's jumpy-ness, mentally applauding his effort to stick with their aliases' stories. Caesar turned to Kieera before looking down at his notepad. "Miss, is there a particular organization are you representing here tonight?" he asked slowly, his voice hoarse and his hand shaking slightly as he held his pen against the paper.
(Ahhh I love you, you put up with all my idiotic clichés♥)
(Hey, I have some too. And that's always fun)
(They were fun. Well school was, work was long. But I took an awesome class today at school. It was freaking awesome!)
(It was a class taught by stylists in Hollywood that do things for Dancing with the stars and stuff, amazing. I learned some salon reality and different techniques for cutting hair.)Demitrious raised his hand, like he would ever actually use it against her though. He was respectable when it came to woman. When he was younger he used to watch his father smack around his mother. Not a very pleasant thing to witness. But instead of doing something g he would regret, he made sure he would never act that way. He hated his father after all. "Don't talk against me frank- oh hello." He regained his composure. Now that his boss had seen him he didn't know what to do.
"We're all here to support everyone." Kieera replied. "All the organizations are really important to us." She motioned between all of the spies. She was doing pretty good, at least she thought. And if anyone gave them away it was clearly link.
(Ahh that sounds amazing and I'm not even in hair school!)Franky swallowed hard at the sight of their, well, boss. She was as much in charge of them as she was their professor. "Mrs. Rockwell," she stuttered before flashing a smile. "We were just-"
The woman shrugged lightly as she grabbed a martini from the bar. "Please, Francesca, you don't have to explain yourselves to me. All I expect is for you to just get this simple job done, but apparently that's asking for too much," she said, her voice too calm, and Franky immediately compared her to Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. She sipped her dry drink as she faced both of them. "I'm expecting a report at the end of the week. If it doesn't meet all of the requirements, you're simply off the job. But you know the consequences of that." She excused herself then with a simple nod of the head, and Franky finally started breathing again.
"Let's just find Effie, yeah?" she muttered, her throat dry, and didn't look back at Demitrious.
Caesar gave a nod as he quickly wrote down what she said, pen scraping across the paper at lightning speed before he said, "Excuse me, for this is entirely unprofessional," he said, flashing a quick innocent smile. "But you speak with an accent. Is that... Hungarian?"
(It was. I feel like my money was well spent and next week I'm taking an eyelash extension class which I am stoked about!)Demitri took Franky's hand in efforts to make it seem semi real. He would pretend. He had to pretend. "You are correct with that statement, love." He said softly, leaning down to kiss her cheek. He wouldn't admit it, but it scared him half way to death. He didn't want to know the results of anything. It made him jumpy inside and he certainly didn't want to fail his bosses. That wouldn't be pretty at all.
"Pretty close." Kieera nodded, she spoke more with the accent from Moscow. She had to learn to be super good or else. She fiddled with her thumbs. She noticed that pretty much every girl wore a mask. And they all looked very stunning. She had lost her attention when it came to the question asking.
Link looked over at Gewls who was making herself farther and farther away. Maybe she could sneak away with Jack for a couple minutes. But people were paying attention.
Zander stayed quiet for the most part. He still couldn't see very well Ll thanks to that photographer. "So, Clara, how are you on this fine evening?" He asked carefully, running his fingers through hair hair.
(Eyelash extension class? Oh my God I'm jealous)Franky let out a long sigh, pretending that this boy beside her was the love of her life, that she was Veronica from Brighton and she was searching for the girl she used to babysit. This gorgeous Russian boy was absolutely in love with her, and she was getting ready to spend the rest of her life with him, and she had to fit that role. So, hand in hand with Demitri, she started towards the black and gold dress she barely spotted at the edge of the dance floor.
When she reached her, she grabbed Effie's arm almost too roughly, and said excitedly, "Francesca!"
Almost too naturally, Effie mimicked her excitement as she spun around and threw her arms around Franky. "Oh my God! Freddie said you were here, but I couldn't believe it," she said excitedly, planting a kisses on both of her cheeks before she backed away slightly and gave a flashy smile to Demitri, batting her long eyelashes behind her dark mask. "And this must be the fiancé I heard about."
Caesar could tell their attention was drifting, but he hadn't gotten what he needed from them quite yet, so he cleared his throat loudly to get their attention back before asking a final question. "Just one more question," he insisted politely. "It's a simple one. Did you attend the gala last year? Could you compare it to this year's?"
Bex's eyes drifted away from the dancing couples in the center of the room as she looked up at Zander, a sparkle in her eyes and a smile on her lips as she answered, "I'm fantastic," she answered honestly. "This is like heaven for a girl like me." She chuckled and outstretched her hand towards him. "Are you going to ask me to dance or what?"
(Yes ma'am. I have gotten out so late these last couple days)
(Yeah, you definitely deserve a few days off)
(You're on? And I didn't get any notifications. :/)
(Yeah I'm on :) I've got math homework and two tests to study for, so I honestly don't know if I'm actually going to get sleep tonight but whtvr)
