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ROLEPLAY 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Mar 30, 2010 09:57PM

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"Got it," Stella finally said, laying out a huge blueprint on the desk so everyone could see it. "Whoa..." she murmered, staring at it with wide eyes. "There's a ton more in here like this, for each floor. This is, like, the criminal's dream."
Scarlett stared in awe at the official, beautiful blueprint. She almost shed a tear. "It's amazing," she said, looking at the emmense detail of each room and hall. It might as well have been a small-scale model of the place.
"Amazing..." Stella repeated. She wondered how much they could sell these for, and then shamefully dismissed the thought. What was she thinking? Just because they did illegal things didn't mean they were-- didn't mean they had to think like criminals.
She laid another blueprint on the table. "If we could just find the president's office..." she said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at them. "Then what?"
She laid another blueprint on the table. "If we could just find the president's office..." she said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at them. "Then what?"
((gtg))
"Hope that he'll listen to them?" She shook her head at the absurd comment. "Maybe we can catch him at lunch or something." A though occured to her. "Isn't his office oval shaped?"
"Hope that he'll listen to them?" She shook her head at the absurd comment. "Maybe we can catch him at lunch or something." A though occured to her. "Isn't his office oval shaped?"
((Yeah, me too...))
Stella shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen it before. Why?" she asked, still looking for it in the blueprints.
Stella shrugged. "I don't know. I've never seen it before. Why?" she asked, still looking for it in the blueprints.
Scarlett rubbed the back of her neck, "I dunno, whenever I hear about the President, people keep mentioning some place called the Oval Office." She shook her head, "It might not even be oval-shaped," she muttered.

She peered at the map on the ground, "What do you know, it is oval-shaped...." She thought about what would happen if the President wasn't there. "We could always wait for him. But it might be a while."
Scarlett wondered when Bart would come back, "Should we leave now? Someone might decide to check up on us." Who know what would happen if those people walked in and saw them loking at blueprints of the White House?
Stella nodded, glancing at the blueprint one more time to memorize the route before carefully rolling them back up. She put three of the many pages of blueprints into the inside pocket of her jacket, including the ones they had been using. "Alright, let's go," she said, and turned towards the locked door.

Scarlett saw something out of the corber of her eye. She walked over to his desk, and picked up a credit card and a business card. Someone up there really liked them right now. She approached the door, using the business card to unlock the door.
Stella rolled her eyes and walked out the door. "Remind me again how you found out the president's your dad?"


"yeah. be happy you dont have to like we do. now lets go find 'daddy'!" celeste said impatiently, tapping her foot.

((lol))
Scarlett took up the job of lookout with Stella, reverting to inferred vision incase someone was hiding.
Scarlett took up the job of lookout with Stella, reverting to inferred vision incase someone was hiding.
"This way," Stella walked behind the tour group to the elevators, but stayed in the back so they could take a separate elevator.
A kid in the group was tugging at his moms shorts pointing at the strange teenagers. Scarlett went back to regular vision so that she could put a finger to her lip, signalling the boy to keep quiet.
Stella glanced at the tour group, who was getting on another elevator, then stepped into the elevator.
"No, Celeste, stop!" she hissed. "Running looks suspicious. Plus, we're in no hurry." She stepped out of the elevator as well.

"yeah. be happy you dont have to like we do. now lets go find 'daddy'!" celeste said impatient..."
((okie poke XD))
Anthony frowned, "And I kinda know..." He said. He walked into the hall and made a left, the elevator was on the other side of the building.
((Poor Anthony... he always gets ignored... :P))
"Yeah, he knows it better than I do," Stella said, and followed him, glancing around for security guards.
"Yeah, he knows it better than I do," Stella said, and followed him, glancing around for security guards.
"Okay, now everyone's happy. Let's go," Stella said. She was starting to get a little nervous about getting caught. There were windows, but they were bullet-proof, which meant they couldn't get out that way. And she could easily defeat a grown man by herself, but there were a lot of guards, and they had been trained.
"Wherever Anthony goes," Stella said, still walking behind him. She glanced over her shoulder, feeling like someone else was watching them. Then she stopped, realizing something. "Oh my God. I'm such an idoit!" she said.
Scarlett, who was already on edge, jumped at Stella sudden outburst "Don't tell me that there are cameras...," she groaned.
Stella bit her lip and nodded, just as they all heard feet and voices coming from the elevator in their direction. "Well, crap."
Stella opened the door doubtfully. It actually led to a conference room of some type. She glanced around it despartly. "There's nowhere to hide," she concluded softly.

Anthony frowned, thinking back. He grabbed the three of them and flew (NOT Literally) out the door, runing down the hall. He skidded to a stop in front of a larger door, "Go in!!"

Anthony pushed Celeste in, closing the door quickly behind them and shoving a dresser in front of the door. He tried to find a light switch.
"What's a dresser doing in here anyway?" Please don't tell we're in his bedroom... That would just be crazy.

She took a good look around. They were, indeed, in someone's bedroom. She just didn't know whos. She looked at the pictures that, were once on the dresser, now on the ground.
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