- Message to ECW.
Bad news - Necessary abort Mission Shard. Agent Vulpus discovered.
Good news - Agent’s identity/affiliation remains unknown to borderguards of accumulatory glass priapus. Agent released.
(Credit where due: given the methodology of evasion (performed cringe successful: weaponised sentimentality win) you were correct to argue against the deployment of Agent Lupus for this operation.)
Secret Plans? || Raine & Louis
Raine pulled her hair into a fishtail braid, quickly making sure that it was out of the way and slipping a striped beanie over top of it. It was strange— even though she told Louis that she basically liked him, he was still okay with hanging out with her? She couldn’t quite wrap her head around it all, but decided not to worry for the time being and just enjoy the fact that her best friend and she were going to do something fun. The brunette didn’t even have a clue as to what Louis was planning, but to be honest, she didn’t care. After slipping on some yoga pants beneath her green long-sleeved shirt, Raine picked up a pair of flip flops that she had bought while being in California and walked down to the lobby, slipping on the shoes once she made it. Spotting the older boy, Raine came up from behind him and covered his eyes with her hands. “Guess who,” she laughed lightly.
Veronica Rosario & Travis Carter | Secret Plans
There were probably quite a few people who would oppose to Veronica’s plans for the evening. She was, after all, spending it with a Malone. Apparently, to the masses that was a crime that bordered on the severity of murder. But she wasn’t the type of girl to follow the rules – she did what she wanted, as long as the consequence didn’t affect her. Unless it came to her family, and some of the close friends she’d made. Travis Carter was amusing enough and seemed to have a decent head on him; of course there was the added perk that he was just lovely to look at. There’d been too many complications and Ronnie was in the mood for a night of carefree fun.
After making their plans, she’d taken her grand old time getting dressed and putting on a light coat of make-up. For how much Veronica seemed to get done, she also never seemed to be in a rush, sometimes acting as if the world revolved around her timeline. She wasn’t sure how much time she’d taken to get there, but she arrived about forty-five minutes later at the bar he’d picked. She knew it well enough, given it was right in the heart of Rosario territory. Convenient enough.
She strode into the place, her hazel eyes doing a quick sweep across the relatively small establishment on her way to the bar. “Shot of Patron.” Her voice rose to shout over the loud patrons next to her, a finger being held up to signal him over, preferably with the shot in tow. Straight to business. For all she knew, Travis hadn’t even shown up yet. Without asking for any permission, she followed up with a cigarette, slipping onto the nearest stool and shrugging off her leather jacket. It was muggy and about ten degrees warmer than it was outside, almost making her reconsider the cigarette. Yet that idea didn’t last long before she’d given into her “sometimes” habit.
Operation: Crying Baby
Brief:so my little sister is graduating high school this saturday….. i plan on attending.. BUT (here is where the super secret plan comes in) neither her or my family is expecting me to come because “i won’t be able to afford a plane ticket…” etc etc etc well i wasn’t able to afford it but i went without food for a week and a half just so i can do this….. i fly out friday and my friend is picking me up and i’m gonna spend the night at his house… then that morning i’m gonna make my way to the ceremony and try the best i can to avoid my family (i might wear a disguise… i don’t know yet) then sit through the ceremony (hopefully undetected) after the ceremony i’m gonna go outside and call my sister saying congratulations and if all goes to plan i’m gonna run into my sister when i’m on the phone with her and i’m gonna video tape the whole thing and i have people on the inside who are gonna help orchestrate everything
Goal: stay undetected, stay on the phone until the encounter, make my sister cry. the last one is the most important one. i could care less if my mom cries but if my sister doesn’t i will be thoroughly disapointed.
mission impossible t-minus 5 days, must survive finals, late night shifts, and hunger for 5 days……..
oh also you must swear an oath of secrecy this does not leave tumblr for ANY reason…… not like that needed to be said but IT NEEDED TO BE SAID
“You must always have a secret plan. Everything depends on this: it is the only question. So as not to be conquered by the conquered territory in which you lead your life, so as not to feel the horrible weight of inertia wrecking your will and bending you to the ground, so as not to spend a single night more wondering what there is to do or how to connect with your neighbors and countrymen, you must make secret plans without respite. Plan for adventure, plan for pleasure, plan for pandemonium, as you wish; but plan, lay plans constantly. And when you come to, on the steps of the presidential palace, in the green grass beside the highway, in your cell’s gloomy solitude, your secret plan finished or foiled, ask your comrades, ask your cellmates, ask the wind, the waves, the stars, the sea, ask everything that ponders, everything that wonders, everything that sings, everything that stings - ask them what time it is; and your comrades, your cellmates, the wind, the waves, the stars, the sea, all will answer: “It is time for a new secret plan.” So as not to be the martyred slave of routine, plan adventure, plan pleasure, plan pandemonium, as you wish; but plan secretly and without respite.”
—from the Anarchist Cookbook
Benjamin McStupidhead
Last night I got this awesome idea! Which usually means that it is slightly evil…..BUT more often than not it ends up being good.
So anyways, I have this good friend named Ben, he has been my best friend at college for a few years now and he still is one of my best friends, unfortunately he transferred away from Stout at the end of last year and moved all the way across the country. Shame on him! He wants to be a writer and Stout did not offer him that opportunity so he moved, kudos for him! Unfortunately life is not always kind and she sometimes makes you her bitch, such is the case in poor Benjamins life.
So i started thinking……on tumblr you can write all you want, and you can stumble your little heart out and post what you find, you can follow cool people, and get excited when they follow you back!
Then he made me the mistake of giving me his e-mail (stupidhead), so he now has a tumblr!
I hope he finds it soon, this would stop being so funny and awesome if I had to tell him…..
