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[ @agenthoffa ]

Earphones plugged in, Pink was listening to some high beat songs while she was running on one of the machines in the gym. She wasn’t always a runner girl but once she started actively pursuing getting accepted into the agency, running was one physical activity she picked up and somewhere along the lines she learned to love it. And now she needed not to just turn off her brain but to tire her own body too. Running was the perfect solution.

But just the right song had to come along during her cooling down period and she was sort of dancing before she even realized it. It didn’t last too long, though, because Hoffa showed up in the door and Pink, without missing a beat or feeling any kind of embarrasment, turned up the moves a bit. “Come to join the party?” she sort of asked, sort of shouted thanks to the loud music in her head - one that Hoffa could absolutely not hear, but oh well, it was obvious what was happening.

#agent hoffa #agent hoffa 01

[ @ajanuary ]

“So, you’d you get as a roomie?” Pink asked, casually dropping down onto Mica’s bed, propping herself up onto her forearms as she looked around the dormitory room.

She was so glad they were locked into the London headquarters and not any other place of the agency - she actually lived here and she was forced to sleep with anyone else. Roommates could be fun in college, but she liked her privacy here. She wasn’t sure if she could actually sleep if she’d have to worry if the person sleeping in the same dorm room would be stabbing her while her eyes were closed.

“You know, if you ever want to get away from dearest roommate and all that, you can always visit me in my room,” she offered, her voice teasing, her eyes running up and down Mica’s body. “I’ve got a very comfortable bed.”

#agent january #agent january 01

AGENT NEMESIS.

A POLITE DECLINATION RESTS AT THE TIP OF HER TONGUE . but the mention of whiskey quickly changes her mind . after news of headquarters being locked down ? alcohol is much needed to tolerate everything . “ and here i was thinking it was for the holiday party that i’m never here for , ” she’ll jest . agent makes her way over , sliding into the seat across from pink .

hands cup around the mug , letting the warmth seep into the palms of her hands before immediately taking a long sip . “ whiskey’s an interesting choice . why not a cream liquer ? ”

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Pink let out a small chuckle. “No, I let the others do their thing during the holiday parties. I am just that asshole who shows up, drinks way too much and tries to kiss as many pretty people under the mistletoe as I can.” She usually got flirty and horny when she drank more than the small splash she dipped into her own mug of cocoa.

Drinking anything more has always felt like a treat - once or twice a year, nothing more. Alcohol dulled the senses, and Pink has always had the worry that she’d blabber on about her true motives for being in the agency.

“Simple - cream loqueur is boring and has this aftertaste that I’d rather stay away from.” She took a small sip of her chocolate and let the warmth spread through her body, closing her eyes for those few moments before she opened them again and looked at the other woman. “So, you were supposed to be on vacation, right? Or did I hear that wrong?”

#agent nemesis #agent nemesis 01

AGENT ORION.

WATCHING FROM AFAR FELT A LOT LIKE MERCY . to spare herself from involvement in the punchline of their almost laughable circumstances . it’s better to laugh than to cry , so , let the circus begin . “ if i knew the possibility of being stowed away was so likely to occur i would have remained as a civilian . ” a half - truth . estelle long considered herself unfit for an ordinary life when she was raised to be anything but . not that this is what she’d expected of pledging herself to the agency .

“ it seems the realization is already in motion . ” noted as the commotion neared it’s pique , the contending melding into something she no longer bothers to distinguish the moment her seat is taken . “ we all know the truth though — ” or some morsel of it . something sweet kept beneath each of their tongues but never swallowed — it was better to harbor it . “ just choose to ignore the brunt of it . ” a beat , as if to tease , “ how long do you think until they start picking each other off ? ”

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“Oh, come on, you cannot be serious about this,” Pink tilted her head, giving Estelle a look. “We’re all here because ordinary life and being a civilian is just not for us.” That wasn’t quite the truth, but it was a certain kind of truth. They all found something in this agency, whether it was fulfillment in this field or whatever else some of these people were looking for. She’d hopefully get closer to find that during this lockdown too.

estelle was right, the ones and twos were in for a rude awakening, and the process of that started the moment light threw her fit. certainly a concerning reaction to whatever happened that none of them were privy to, but the agent disappearing was even more converning. after a scene like that, were any of them sure that light wasn’t locked away, punished for insubordinance in some other location?

“Sometimes ignorance can be a bliss, if you ask me,” she mumbled and grinned at Estelle when the last question came. “Now that is spicey, I love that. I’d give them a week or so, they are surrounded by all the higher categories, I’m assuming they will want to impress at least on some level. Not really sure how in a lockdown, but I am sure some of them will find a creative way to attempt to. Somebody will break, though, no questions asked. I just hope I will be aroud to see the drama.“

#agent orion #agent orion 01

AGENT HERRING.

@agentxpink

location : still within the party

Okay, so maybe he’d had a few drinks. He wasn’t messy yet. Or so he keeps telling himself, but he’s pouring himself another glass of wine as he stands around the group of people, listening to all of them bicker and go on.

Then he hears someone, unlike most, giving some optimistic speech that is fully out of place against the backdrop of tonight, where everyone seems to be complaining about whatever they have going on.

“I’m sorry,” He winces, butting in to the conversation. “You can’t possibly be enjoying this, right? Like, who wants to be trapped at work on their holiday. Have you seen those bunks? It’s going to give me the back problems of a man twice my age.”

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Pink was trying to cheer up a couple of ones and twos. This was stressful and terrifying for most of them, but they were least in the know and they were struggling to figure out how all of this was fitting into the agency picture they signed up for. So she told them to look up, to see the positives and try to enjoy stuff the best they could.

The less they stressed, the they’d become a problem down the line, too. Apparently not everyone agreed with her approach.

(Granted, her cheerfulness was not welcomed by all, Pink was aware of it.)

“Oh come on, I am not throwing glitter into everyone’s faces from happiness or anything,” she rolled her eyes as she turned towards the voice, “but I refuse to view things completely and utterly negatively.” A pause, and then she added, her voice teasing, “Then again, I live here on the regular, so I don’t have to suffer those dorms.”

She could see the others quietly retreat - whether they just wanted to get away from her attempts to cheer them up or they’d listen to her and go try to find something positive in these walls was unsure -, so she stepped up to Roy. “I was trying to cheer them up a bit, you cannot fault me in that. Even if you know you’d need cheering up yourself and you think you are not interested.”

#agent herring #agent herring 01

AGENT WEAVER.

open: anyone.

location: london hq.

time: early morning, december 26th.

In all truth, Dory was positively delighted by the opportunity to spend the next week trapped in a large metal box with her coworkers. For people who liked to pretend they were so cool under pressure, this seemed like the perfected way to add some heat to the situation. Sure, anyone here could take a life or organize the downfall of a nation’s government, but who could endure a sleepover with their work rival? She spent most mornings, even before the lockdown, pondering the question: who would crack first?

Certainly not her. Dory had her books and all the entertainment she could possibly need. Physical comforts were not a necessity to her (especially not since that one mission where she ended up chained in a basement for two weeks). Three days in to this ordeal and she was still quite content. Closing up her copy of Wuthering Heights, she slid it across her desk and smiled up from her desk.

“Do you want to borrow anything? I have pretty much all of the classics here with me.”

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The question Dory was pondering: who would crack first?

Pink didn’t know the answer to that, but she was certain about one thing - it wouldn’t be her. It couldn’t be her. This was the single best opprtunity she could have to learn some truths about the people she worked with. The plan was to lay low the first few days, make sure everyone settled in and became more and more tense (thatwas also true to her, even though she was fighting it), so the others would be distracted while she went snooping.

She did need some kind of distraction now, though. Or at least give the appearance of looking for a distraction. Once she’d be back in her room, she’d be back on the computer, digging around in places most people didn’t even know existed. But for now: books.

“Awww, that is so nice of you to offer, thank you. Yes, I would love to get some light reading. Do you have any recommendations? Something that is potentially not a classic,” she added, considering Wuthering Heights was what Dory was reading. “Classics and me usually don’t mesh well together.”

#agent weaver #agent weaver 01

[ @angclfall ]

There were a couple of ones that Pink was watching from across the hall - one of them was whispering something frantically, another one raised his voice before getting shut down by the first and another woman. Pink carefully watched them for a few minutes before she shook her head.

“Look at them, just what they signed up for. Being stuck at the headquarters during Christmas time with every other agent,” Pink said shaking her head as she settled down next to Estelle. “How long do you think they will take before they realize some of the stuff they were told during recruitment is all wrong and we’re doing something else here?”

#agent orion #agent orion 01 #i hope this is okay #pls lemme know if you want me to change anything

[ @hcrdsman ]

The lockdown would provide several opportunities, Pink was certain of that. It raised a lot of concerns, for sure, but she was trying to think positively. This would be the chance to look into some of those people she never would get a chance to, somebody she’d never actually be able to get close to.

Sebastien being one of those people.

Pink wanted more than anything regarding him to get into his room to be able to snoop around, and when she could slip away from the group, she took the chance and headed for the dormitories. She had the good sense to knock at least, though - she hasn’t seen Sebastian, as he liked to call himself, around anywhere and she didn’t want to get caught immediately. And good thing she knocked, because a few moments later the man showed up in the doorstep.

“Seb. Sebby. Darling!” They were absolutely not on this level of friendliness, but Pink had a bright, excited smile on her face for now, pretending like she did. “I know this is all very stressful times for everyone all around,“ she said, gently, but firmly pushing herself in through the cracks into the room, “and I was thinking, this is just the perfect opportunity. When would I have any chance of learning from a category 5?! You’ve seen so much more than I have, I would love to learn all the tricks of the trade, as the kids say.”

#agent proteus #agent proteus 01

AGENT BLOOM.

Twenty-three years dedicated to an agency that, suddenly, Bloom knew nothing about. He’s spent the last two decades with his heart on a platter, allowing Numbers to pick at the red, fleshy organ as much as they needed to. And now, here he stood, flush against newfound confusion. He can’t help the way his mind wanders, unable to keep more intrusive thoughts at bay. He knew Agent Light, Grey had worked alongside her from time to time. She was a notable presence within the agency and now she was just - gone. The prospect earns his stomach to turn, wondering what might be the thing to make a 5, of all people, to break.

Thankfully, he had Pink, someone who more often than not caused a smile to spread across his tired face.

And he does exactly that, a subtle smile gracing his expression as he listens to her speak. “Friendo?” Grey questions teasingly, copying her tone, a quirk of his brow pairing with his words. He turns his head to her as it rests on his shoulder, laughter bubbling from him. In truth, Pink’s sarcasm was appreciated, especially in the wake of new developments. So, Grey settles back into his seat, his lips pursing in thought for a moment. “Mr. Potato Head and, um, maybe Dirty Dancing…” The man trails off before nodding to the woman at his side, “Your turn. Go.”

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“Yes, friendo. I think we are absolutely at that point now. Crossed that bridge and all, friendo is perfectly acceptable term for us,” Pink nodded, all fake serious, still the edge of her lips curling up to a smile high that was impossible to fight. He might not be the kind who showed that soft, small smile to a lot of people, but Pink enjoyed getting it out of him in all kinds of ways. A friendship started out as a helping hand from his part, but quickly moved on fromt that into genuine enjoyment of each other.

One of the first people Pink actually allowed herself to care about in here, which meant a lot to her.

“Mr Potato Head, that is just adorable and-- oh god, Grey, sweetie, is this the part where you admit to me that you can actually do the Dirty Dancing lift at the end of the movie?” she asked, her eyes sparkling, easily lost in the mindless chitchat. “Because if you do, please we must do it. It looks so cool and I always wanted to try it, but whenever it comes up, people are already drunk but not drunk enough to not realize it’s a bad idea to try it intoxicated.”

Her turn. “Hmm... I think childhood toy was named Bunny. It was a toy bunny, I was very creative even back then,” she chuckled to herself, a finger curling around the end of her pink braids. The brand was the same, whether she was five or thirtyeight, apparently. “And movie is Jurassic Park. It’s just-- perfect. Everything is impecable about it. Not to mention I am pretty sure part of me realized I was bi during a rewatch.”

She paused for a second. “We could watch both, you know. We sure as hell have the time now.” Not saying it out loud, really, but getting closer to the reality of the situation now.

#agent bloom #agent bloom 01

[ @mortclle ]

“Here, have some hot chocolate with me. Christmas always puts me in the mood and I can never make a normal amount for just myself, it always has be more and then feel shitty throwing some of it away. You’re the solution to my problem.” Christmas was truly more important than anything else surrounding them. At least Pink wanted to push the shitty part to the side, let herself mull over it once things settled more, tried not letting herself panick. Panick never helped.

“Oh, there’s some whiskey in that too, by the way,“she nodded towards the other’s mug, adding it almost like an afterthought. The unspoken additon was obvious - we gotta deal with this shit somehow and the alcohol might not be the solution, but it would certainly help some stuff.

#agent nemesis #agent nemesis 01

[ @saintzenji ]

There’s always been a carefulness from Pink whenever Zenji was around, considering the past, but she’s pushed it down for the most part. This has been their new beginning and they mostly found the right tone between the two of them. Enough to ask Zenji to help her with some sparring and boxing lessons and the first training not to turn into a big real fight instead of simple sparring, so that was good.

Everything else around them? Not so much.

“Remember that time we got stuck in that stupid, rusty old elevator?” she asked him as if it was the most natural thing to just casually bring up the past between them. “This feels like it but with like, a big disguise thrown over it. Sure, it’s not a small elevator cabin, but there are too many people for too little room, people will get antsy and claustrophobic very quick. Wanna bet who is going to have the next very public, very concerning meltdown?”

#agent saint #agent saint 001

[ @agentbloom ]

Shit was bad, to say the least. In all of her time at the agency, Pink has never seen anything like this, and that was the case with everyone else. The tension was obvious on everyone, but Pink was determined to keep it together. This was an opportunity, from certain angles. If she played her cards right, that was. But not the first few hours, or even days. She had to be smart.

For now, though, she just wanted to hang out with somebody she actually liked. Liking anyone in this place was dumb and idiotic and she came in determined to not do anything of the sort, and yet, Grey became one of those she did and one of those she actually appreciated and enjoyed spending time with.

“Heeeeeeey friendo,” Pink grinned at him, sliding next to him, her chin on his shoulder, as if nothing happened. “So, since we clearly have nothing new or interesting to discuss, tell me everything about yourself. What was your favorite childhood toy, how you like your chilly, what movie can you watch over and over again.” Sarcasm at its highest.

#agent bloom #agent bloom 01 #clearly the right way to handle all of this #pls lemme know if you want me to change anything

agent pink aka imani washington

CATEGORY: category 3

FULL NAME: Imani Washington

AGENT NAME: Pink

DATE OF BIRTH: August 6th, 1984

AGE: 38

GENDER: woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: bisexual

FACECLAIM: Meagan Good

A SECRET OF THEIRS: She is the daughter of two ex-targets and she joined up to expose the agency from the inside and get her revenge.

tldr;

Daughter of famous singer and actor couple, grew up out of the spotlight, though and had a pretty normal childhood.

Her parents were killed in a car accident and she believes shit was covered up while everyone else simply said it was a hit and run. She got obsessed and devoted to figuring out the truth.

Managed to find some information on the existence of the agency and has been acting in interest to getting noticed since.

Since she got recruited, she's been trying to gather information to figure out the truth.

Because of her obsession, she spent most of the second part of her life secluded and not truly connected to people, so having people around with similar experiences to her among the agency and making connections is starting to make her want the truth to point outside the agency.

full biography here

#intro #about #not much but wanted to quickly write something up and have it out #like this and i will hit you up if you're interested?#or come to me #idk i am awkward

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