Level One Detective at IPEDA

Can anyone talk to me?

“Not everyone. I probably won’t for what I tried to get.”

Whyever not?

"Because the girl who has it now is never going to let it go,"

Can anyone talk to me?

“Well all need days off.”

“It’s alright, It’s what I get for not trying hard enough.”

Well, try harder this year then

Everyone gets a second chance

"Not everyone. I probably won't for what I tried to get."

If anyone's around

Well, I know my intentions now. Capture the target and slap my cuffs around her dirty wrists. She deserves to rot in the abyss of hell.

#ipeda #iped academy #ooc #ipeda rp

"Well, I wouldn't be that harsh to her, but she has done some terrible things in her lifetime."

I'm so sorry!

I haven't been in contact with a computer for the past few days that allowed me to access this account, and I was just able to get on now. I promise you all I am alive and will roleplay again!

Can anyone talk to me?

We all need a break. The last time I had a day off was a month ago.

Oh… I’m sorry about that.

"Well all need days off."

"It's alright, It's what I get for not trying hard enough."

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Anyone from the Academy?

“Anyone here? It’s quite boring wandering around.”

“Unless someone has any other idea, I have nothing to do.”

“I’m here.”

“But I don’t want to hang out with you.”

"Well, isn't that a rude thing to say."

If anyone's around

Amabel listened intently as Summer explained her story, a look of interest on her face. “Wow.” She said simply when Summer was done, her blue eyes wide. “Mine story sounds so boring and plain compared to yours now.”

They do say the older ones have the most complicated and contradicting stories. I just keep wishing that we can find that target fast so I can have my revenge. She’s not getting away with this.

"We all have our reasons why the target shouldn't get away with what shes done. Some more personal than others."

Broken Crown || Amabel and Summer

Some people say that the library is the last place anyone would fathom over the misfortunes of their lives. But for Summer, it’s the first place that crossed her mind when she managed to get a good look of approximately fifty percent of the academy. It all looked good from afar and thank God of heavens above the public couldn’t see it. The library was practically larger than the Yankees Stadium. It was more intact than the perimeter of the Eiffel Tower back in Paris. Basically, it was heaven on earth for book lovers, as well as writers, like her. She ran her hands through the spines of the books on the wooden shelves, each lined with a different story that tells the difference between fiction and reality. Oh, how she loved the mystery behind every spine.

The library was her basic sanctuary, to say the least. The silence keeps her from procrastinating over the simplest of editorial deadlines and it keeps her from being hysteric on the case that was filed against her. It was, indeed, the life of a conned journalist. Her once small smile faded when she heard a foot step from behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder, but no one seemed to be there. Her heart raced as quickly as a galloping llama as she ran between the bookshelves of English books and Espionage journals, peeking through the spaces between the books that sat on the shelves. Summer’s breath hitched and she closed her eyes, only hoping for the figment of sound to go away.

Amabel liked the library for the silence. She liked the silence because it reminded her of home. It was at the library that she was able to be alone; and alone is one thing that Amabel enjoyed, She was walking down an isle in the large room, her hand trailing over the bindings of so many books.

She was walking past the English books when she stopped, one book catching her eye. She tried as silently as possible to pull the book out, having to stand on her toes to reach it, finally pulling it out of its perfect slit in between others. She flipped it open to the first page, a soft smile on her lips as she flipped through the pages. She heard someone shuffling on the other side of the bookcase and her head shot up, her hand closing the book slowly. "Is any one there?" She called out, biting her lip.

Can anyone talk to me?

“Well our lovely old school could probably use performance from a well known student like you.” Amabel explains, smiling.

“Commander, must of been a hard spot to get, right?”

You flatter! I highly doubt the school will even focus on the arts, actually. Besides, it’s important to concentrate on finding the target.

Very. I worked my ass of for it. Sad that I have to beat the rest of my friends to get the spot but that’s what the position’s about anyway.

"Oh, it has to! The Target is important, but we have to have a break from it at some point."

"Well, I bet it is. I lost what I wanted to get to someone else, but it's no big deal."

If anyone's around

You have no idea. Well, basically, the Editor In-Chief was murdered before me. The killer practically ran off before I could get to her. She’s a quick one. All of the blame got to me. I’m here to serve my sentence. This institution is far better than prison cells and unhealthy prison food. My life is a fairy tale. I’d beat Snow White’s happy ending any day.

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Amabel listened intently as Summer explained her story, a look of interest on her face. "Wow." She said simply when Summer was done, her blue eyes wide. "Mine story sounds so boring and plain compared to yours now."

((I’ll do one!))

((I'll do one!))

Anyone from the Academy?

"Anyone here? It's quite boring wandering around."

"Unless someone has any other idea, I have nothing to do."

If anyone's around

Well, the long story is true. I’ll give you that. Mine’s a lot longer, since I’m much older than you. I’m supposedly just an innocent citizen in this city. Supposedly, I should be at The New York Times right now, taking place of the recently murdered Editor In-Chief, but they think I’m at the top of my game and thought I murdered her. Quite the ample story, I might say so myself.

"Wow. And I thought mine was complicated." Amabel stated, slightly awestruck after the woman finished explaining. "How did all that happen?" She asks the brunette, obviously interested in the story.

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Can anyone talk to me?

“Thats right. Amabel Kavangh, Level 1, Team Alpha.”

“Aren’t you Audrey Astrid? Level Three right? And you miss singing that much? So why don’t you just do it?”

At your service, mam.

Nice to meet you, member of Team Alpha. I’m the commander of Epsilon. Singing to yourself is not the same as singing to an audience, you get what I mean? I really miss that.

"Well our lovely old school could probably use performance from a well known student like you." Amabel explains, smiling.

"Commander, must of been a hard spot to get, right?"

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If anyone's around

“A journalist? That must be fun. I came here right out of high school, so yeah. Amabel Kavangh, Level One Detective for Team Alpha. Lovely to meet you Summer.”

The only fun in it is that you get to bring justice. It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Amabel. A young girl like you is rather rare to be found in this academy. What made you want to attend to espionage?