Evelyn: *Picks up my ringing cellphone* Hello? Who is it?
Paperface: It's Paaaaperface.

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Evelyn: *Picks up my ringing cellphone* Hello? Who is it?
Paperface: It's Paaaaperface.
A pretty woman with nice chocolate-brown hair sits in a café on a busy city street, facing what looks like an equally handsome man busy scribbling on a piece of paper.
Man: What was your name, again? I'm so sorry, I'm sure I sound rude...
The girl smiles kindly, sipping a little cup of steaming tea. The man seems a bit flustered from his question, and bends down again to scribble something.
Woman: It's Evelyn. You told me you had something you wanted to talk about...?
The man nods solemnly, puts down his crayon, and clears his throat nervously.
Man: I'm actually not just a journalist, I'm also a self-made author... I had this story idea trotting in my head, and I've got no one to confide in.
Evelyn seems amused at the man's revelation.
Evelyn: So you decided to invite your neighbor that you've only said 'Hello' and 'You look nice today' a few times before for tea to ask me about a book idea, and no one else?
The man seems flustered even more, and babbles a few seconds before replying.
Man: Er....um...yes, yes, that's what I did. It's a bit odd, but you seemed like a nice person, and I was enchanted at the idea of asking you out.
Evelyn laughs with charm, her blue eyes narrowing with amusement, as she replies back.
Evelyn: I don't even know your name! How can I help you with your story in these conditions?
The man smiles nicely, feeling joyous from her laughter.
Man: Tom. Tom Spychka. Although, everyone calls me Tomska.
Evelyn: Your a bit different, aren't you, Tom?
Tom smiles at Evelyn, amused at her comment, and leans back on his chair, thinking for a second to find the right reply.
Like before?
Oh, nothing's the same anymore. I wake up in the morning and I can't recognize my face. I've changed so much, so often. I'm so tired. I expected my return to the lab with Paperface would lighten me up. The repetition, the shifts, they're still in my bones- it's like part of me will always crave the safety of a normal life. The safety of a life with someone who isn't a killer, a hunter, a guard, a monster. Is he a monster? Is he a beast? Beauty and the Beast. Fancy this disney movie comes to mind. A little, adorable girl meets a beastly creature in the woods. She makes him understand that the past is like demons- it fuels hate and sadness. But now, she has a past, all to herself, and she can't help but wonder... ...Will he ever forgive her for it? Will he understand she can't possibly love him, for it'll cause him too much harm in the end? Sleep. I need sleep. Dreams bring answers.
Catching up on Time
I told Paperface clearly, about a year ago. I was younger, probably stupider, too. I told him I wanted time alone, I wanted a normal young adult's life for awhile. Who knew 'awhile' meant a year? We lost track of each other. He was busy protecting Punzie. I kept working on the Time Machine... ...I finished it. I never called him to tell him, though. I even...I even tried it myself. I was proud and all, but if it really worked, then I'd be even prouder. I knew the exact date I wanted to travel back to. I was scared of going in the past, but I knew it was safer than going in the future- for now. Date; 1942, in the center of WW2. Place; A small town. Time and Space, both perfectly accurate. The village was in ruins. Slaughtered bodies, littering corpses, the traces of war and bombings everywhere. In the distance, something caught my ear- a horrible screech or rage, anger and sadness. I scouted towards it. I had a feeling of dread. I'd came here too late, to late to change her fate, and perhaps his. But what would have really happened if I'd have tried? Would my existence have been wiped out? I cannot know. I asked these questions to myself, as I looked at the furious monster destroying everything in the woods around the clearing. The limp body of a little girl, her hair over her face, lied dirtied by the mud in the center. I recognized Paperface's face without his mask, his mouth wide open with his stitches undone. For the second time in my life, I was terrified of him. He never got this breaking point, ever, unless if one of the people he was protecting was in danger. This was a completely different reason, a pain of losing a loved one, and as his screams and piercing cries reached my ears, I came to a firm decision. I didn't want him to ever feel pain like that again, and the only way was for him to stop loving me. Even if it tore my heart, I didn't want him to ever unleash himself so monstrously when my death came. So two months became six, and six months became twelve. A bit over a year after I'd shut off from him, our destinies clashed once more- as if the all mighty god himself wanted us to never forget each other. Something was different. I had moved on, met a nice guy named Tom. Tom Spychka, or Tomska for short. He was an author and journalist, and was currently writing the story of a girl and a monster that protected her. I called it fate, and we became closer. I couldn't feel anything, it's like my entire chest had been turned to stone. So finally gave up. I bought a dog instead, and named him Hopsfy. A cute little curly white dog with and adorable personality, but what made me name him was how he would act when I was gone. This dog tore at my shoes, clothes or anything he could get a hold on. Not even the pillows survived. But I would return home, he's angelically look up to me. This struck me a bit with a weird resemblance to Paperface. After all, he'll always be Hopsfy to me. That's all. I've returned to the old routine. But Paperface is agitated. Punzie ran off with Rapunzel, and he can't sit still. What was there to expect? Another adventure. More trouble.
ONE YEAR LATER
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French swear words, for those times when English just isn’t enough
Pretty long list there. Here, let me add a few; “Tabarnack”- Fuck, Fucker “J’men Callis”- IDGaF “Criss de con”- Stupid asshole “Simonac”- Goddamn “T’es un Esti de cave”- Your a fucking retard
Reblog if you have an amazing RP partner.
Heck yeah C:
Back at Home Sweet Home
Well, since the French authorities were becoming a bit of a trouble, we all decided to return back home at the lab early. I ended up checking only a few things off the list…but to keep things secretive, I won’t say which…
Hm, funny how I say ‘back home at the lab’. I actually haven’t been living for that long with Paperface, Punzie and Rapunzel, but they already feel more like family than what I ever felt for Tom (my brother) or my parents. They’re insane, but maybe that’s what I need, a bit of out-of-this-world madness in my life.
Also, on a side note, Molly decided to return home. I guess she didn’t cope well with living in the lab and all, and that she missed her old, normal life. I hope she’s happier there.
I am currently working on creating a what we commonly call a «Time Machine», and honestly, it’s actually going somewhere. So, from now on, I’ll be posting a little fraction at the end of my posts to indicate at how much I’ve advanced throughout the project. I’ll make a complete resumé of the «Time Machine» when I’m done, to explain how it works. (…if I can.)
That’s all for now!
***0.3 / 1.21 gigawatts complete***
OOC: Internet problems >:C
To those who who forget, I'll be gone until the 7th of october. I might be get internet back earlier, but I can't really be sure... Hopefully I won't miss out on too much.
Hey bby
Punzie: *Rips off shades* How u doin
Evelyn: I've been being sexy ;3; And chu?
New recruit in the Lab Team~!
Been awhile, eh tumblr? I’ve been very busy after the successful theft. 100 million dollars, do realize how big that is?! Anyways, it’s amazing that only two people could have stolen that much from the top notch «Banque de France» and both have survived and escaped with only a few graze marks and a lot of bruises. In safety for me, Paper, and my other friends, I won’t tell you where our hotel is or where we’re going today, all I can tell you is that we’re going to enjoy ourselves. I have, after all, a list to complete, as you know…
Now to the best part! After robbing the bank, me and Paper decided to recruit up Molly, my old friend. She’s a real big fan of paranormal stuff and I bet she’s dying to know what’s under Paper’s mask, though, I’m scared she’ll fear him afterwards... anyways, for the best, she’ll be hanging around with us awhile. I honestly don’t think she’ll be around forever, because, by the look in her eye, she still hasn’t completely given up on her old life yet… and I can understand her.
I got Evelyn a little something...(s)
http://www.amazon.com/Genuine-German-Military-Flektarn-Kevlar/dp/B00BWATHDI/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1379900868&sr=8-12&keywords=kevlar+vest
http://www.amazon.com/Stocked-Tactical-Trauma-First-Aid/dp/B00BSG81OM/ref=pd_sim_sg_2
Should be all we need for now..
Sexy xD
Looks good enough to kill (Part 2)
The plan is quite simple, but effective. I’m amazed my mind could even conjure it, since, well, I don’t often make theft plans for a hobby.
Step 1; Preparation
The vault is inaccessible to us. Just thinking of getting it ourself would be madness. The first step of the plan is where I you take action. Finding a way to smuggle explosives in the building won’t be easy, but we’ll find a way.
Step 2; Fake act
When the explosives are set, Paperface, you need to phone the government and declare you want everything in the bank of France’s vaults. When you threaten that or else you’ll blow up the whole bank, I’ll be in the main hall with an obvious-extremely-dangerous-looking-fake bomb vest.
Step 3; Easy way out
Ask the money to be sent on the top of the Eiffel tower, to be collected by you discretely. Watch out for any dirty tricks the authorities might pull out of their sleeves, and get it safely to the hotel. Meanwhile, I’ll get out of the bank by taking off the vest and getting out of there, and giving you the green light via telephone to blow up the bank.
Step 4; Boom
Self explanatory.
(I HATE to break us up, but if we want The Bank of France robbed successfully… we gotta do it this way~ Tomorrow, it’s showtime!)
Looks good enough to kill (Part 1)
Paper, Paper, Paper. Even a person new to theft wouldn't be silly enough to chew on a straightforward robbery. That's why, after our little wonderful chat at the café, I've decided I'd go shopping for a few things that could help us. I don't have contacts in the city, but with the plan I have in mind, we'll be able to take on that bank like cake.