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here come old flat-top, he come grooving slowly // he got ju-ju eyeballs, he's one holy roller he got hair down to his knees // got to be a joker, he just do what he please.

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    A DISINGENUOUS SMILE thrown at his fictive kindred’s way, the twenty-nine year old gave a slight shake of his head.   “   foster, you know i prefer not to subject myself to unwarranted lung disease.   ”   whitlock waved the cloud of smoke away from his face as he stepped beside his apprentice.   “   ah, yes. not a fan of forced social interactions either, i see. perhaps this is why you and i get along so well.   ”

miles turned on his heel, recognizing the voice behind him. “nice of you to join me, whitfield.” he said glancing at the taller figure. “you’re just in time, the deejay just started inviting people to dance,” he winced. “agent atbash, dancing,” he chuckled. “can you imagine.”

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@agcntmars

Tor lit up her cigarette, taking a long drag as she thought about his question. “I can’t help but think there’s a mole in their ranks, how else could the fuckers responsible know so much about the American HQ? Which means there might be a mole in ours too. But that’s just speculation. What do you think?”

“could be,” miles mused. “who knows, this social could be one big cover up.” he quietly. looking around before he spoke.

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“that wouldn’t be the first time, miles, and you know it.” she laughed lightly, playfully batting his hand away from her hair. 

“guess not,” he chuckled. “so what’s the plan besides getting sloshed?” he asked, picking up a can of beer.

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         BAMBI CASTS A SMALL, CROOKED smile in the other’s direction. ❛ both, funnily enough. ❜ he fishes around in his pockets for his own pack of cigarettes, plucking one out and holding it toward miles. ❛ if you’d be so kind. ❜

“what’s the matter? not enjoying the mandatory shindig?” miles said with a smirk, lighting the cigarette in his hand.

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@agntartemis

“doesn’t mean it sucks any less, but at least other people get it.” it’s a distant way of offering her sympathy, a way for her to feel less heartless while still keeping her own emotions to herself. at his comment, a small exhale escapes her - a sound that could be mistaken for a laugh. “i have a face you can trust, as an instructor once said. it’s why i’m good for intel missions. of course, he also said i have a personality like a box of rusty nails.”

“well, you don’t. at least i don’t think so,” he muttered under his breath. shaking his head, he pushed his used beer cans aside. five fucking minutes into meeting this girl and he’s already told her things nobody else seems to know.

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@agcntmars

“Eh, it ain’t that bad,” she shrugged, standing next to her friend as she finished rolling her cigarette. Tor didn’t mind the social, a party was a party after all. What was annoying was now that she was an instructor she had to set an example, be on her best behaviour throughout the night which meant no drinking. As if. “I mean, we got a bunch of strangers under our roof but what can we do? Might as well get pissed with them. Make them spill their secrets.” Cigarette rolled, Tor smiled at Miles, hand extended in waiting, “I’ll accept that lighter now

“ever find the past events a little suspicious, tor?” miles mused thoughtfully, tossing her his lighter.

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@midnightdumont

“Damn. I was really, really hoping that wasn’t the case - I guess I’ll have to live on cheap ass beer. I might, you know, drop dead.” Isa laughed, shaking her head. “Or spike the punch, either one.”

“that mouth of yours is gonna get us in trouble, love.” miles replied, ruffling her soft blonde hair.

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@dupvnts

“ oh, i have no qualms with enjoying a party, ” she replied a calculated girlish giggle leaving her lips. it was a lie, but lies made her feel secure, and that particular one was one of her favourites. “ i wouldn’t mind a cigarette though. ” a hand reached out expectantly as if he had offered her one initially.

miles dug into his pocket to fish out another cigarette, dropping it into her palm. “you’re cute when you lie,” he chuckled.

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[ DANE DEHAAN ] — MILES FOSTER is a TWENTY-SIX year-old UNDERCOVER AGENT from THE U.K. and EURASIAN unit, also known as agent ICARUS. Intel tells me that HE is ALLURING & CLEVER, if not a little SECRETIVE & WITHDRAWN. [ viv | 21 | gmt+8 | she/her ]

- Born and raised in London

- Reveals his secrets when he's drunk or infatuated with someone (or both)

- Joined the Academy and graduated top of his class

- Now works as an undercover agent and usually does sting operations

- Was prompted to join after his sister died in a terror attack in London

Wanted Connections

Unrequited Crush

Fuck buddy with secret feelings

Childhood friend

Friendly rivals

Enemies

Close friends

Partner-in-crime

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discomfort replaces the displeasure on caoimhe’s face and it’s clear that she wasn’t expecting a real answer. honest emotions make her nervous - they’re difficult and messy and cleaning up afterwards is never fun. “everybody here has dead people,” she mumbles, ruby red lips pressed into a thin line as she glances back down at her homework. “i’d be careful giving away weak spots so easily. in a place like this, especially now, that can get you hurt or worse.”

“you’re right,” miles snorted, putting away his beer. sure, he had walls but this girl had an entire fucking fortress. “there’s just something about you that makes me talk like a rookie idiot,” he said looking away. 

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@agntartemis

“my name is caoimhe. don’t get familiar - i’m just sick of you calling me cadet,” she huffs, reaching out and grabbing the water, taking a long drink. “none of your business. do you just go around telling everyone why you joined? let me guess; to be a cool spy.”

“well caoimhe, if you must know, my sister died in the crossfire of a terror attack,” he said soberly. “being a ‘cool spy’ is how i cope -kind of.” he chuckled nervously. he wasn’t nearly this loose lipped but he felt a sort of kinship with the younger cadet. shaking himself out of a trance, he grabs another can of beer. 

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@agntartemis

she gives a small nod, a brief acknowledgement of what he knows. it’s not that she thinks he’s useless - no one at the academy is - but accepting help is something she does almost as badly as working alongside other people. there’s a reason she specializes in solo missins, after all. “i don’t do friends,” she says quickly. “but fine, you can sit here if you want to. i’m sure you’ll be just as disappointed as everyone else that’s tried to interact with me for the past eight years.”

“try me, cadet.” miles challenged, taking the seat next to her. “what made you come to the academy anyway, besides the fact that you knew you’d be brilliant at it?”

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@agntartemis

the wink pulls a scowl onto her features and somehow, she looks even less happy to be at the social than she did before. “i don’t want a glass of anything but water. besides, do you know welsh?“

“dim ond ychydig, but probably not as much as you.” he replied apologetically. “i can get you that water though.” he said reaching for a bottle of mineral water by the punch. “listen, i know you mean business but let me sit next to you while you do it. everyone could use a friend while they secretly do homework at a secret agent party, right?” he laughed, his flirty grin now replaced with an earnest smile. 

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@agntartemis

“i’m not here to play anything,” she huffs, irish accent dulled somewhat after years at the academy. “it was set up to pretend like we’re not in danger, which is idiotic and irresponsible. besides, it’s mandatory to attend - not to socialize.”

“looks like you got me there.” he chuckled, leaning close to peer at her homework. “how about i get you a glass of shiraz and we go over it together?” he said with a wink.

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@agntartemis

given a choice, caoimhe very rarely chooses to socialize with other people. she goes to class, of course, and if training involves other people, she won’t shy away, but casual interaction? it makes her feel lost and out of place, a fact all too tied into the fact that she barely has any idea of who she is, let alone what she might want to do without the pressure of the academy. so, now that she’s forced to be a part of the social, she’s instead chosen to settle in the corner of the room with her foreign language homework. when someone else sits down at the table with her, she glances up with a small frown. “could you sit somewhere else? i’m trying to focus.”

“now now, cadet. play nice.” miles said, taking a swig of his beer.”far as i know, this shindig was set up for socializing. not studying.”

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@midnightdumont

“I think this is an effective way of getting people to play nice with each other - not only do we get to bond over the mutual hatred of this shitty party, but we get to do it together! Which is all more entertaining. Or something. So points to the school!” Isa shrugged, taking a sip of her punch. “I could go for a brand of expensive wine right about now, though.” 

“sorry, love. looks like i downed the last drop of cabernet before you got here.” miles teased, his blue eyes scanning the room for more cheap beer. 

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 lighting a cigarette between his lips, miles stood outside the party. the cool air stung his cheeks as he puffed a cloud of smoke. “need a lighter or are you trying to avoid this whole social do as well?” he chuckled, noticing the figure standing behind him.