“i…honestly have no idea what you’re talking about,” cassie admits, brows furrowed and head cocked to the side as she stares at the other. it’s not the first time she’s been confused by something seemingly mundane and it likely won’t be the last, but at least she’s mostly gotten over the feeling of embarrassment that comes from asking questions.
❝ were you even listening to me? ❞ he rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly although the tiniest smirk was present on his lips. ❝ i didn’t see you at the party, or were you just hiding from me? ❞
“ that would be a good conclusion, i think. ” lucy answered anyway, nodding. her head tilted to the side, pretending to consider what the higher ups would actually think if they took to the vents to escape a party. she glanced at him curiously. though he seemed amused by her quip, he seemed so… serious. that usually hell to her. still, lucy smiled at him. “ well, i’d give a pretty large guess that while we’d get points for creativity, they’d be pretty pissed we’d be crawling around in their air vents.”
❝ i mean, that’s only if we get caught. ❞ his expression didn’t have a hint of cheeriness although his tone did suggest some sort of light playfulness. he wasn’t the biggest class clown around but he did understand humor, he just had poor execution skills in that department. ❝ i got stopped by agent wasp for trying to go smoke a cigarette so i think we’re on high lock down. ❞
——— at this, michaela just shrugs. “ well, between the rest of the party activities ‘eating’ seems to be the most popular, barely beating ‘trying to study instead.’ turns out, i picked bad odds. ” it’s all followed by a sigh that she attempts to keep quiet. how the academy ever thought this would be a good idea, she’d never know. “ you know, this is about socializing. ”
❝ i don’t know if you’ve noticed this, agent wasp, but i don’t usually tend to fall into the same category as everyone else. ❞ he remarked somewhat cockily, the corner of his lips twitched up in a tiny smirk. ❝ it’s mandatory to be here but it isn’t mandatory to talk to anyone. ❞
she returned his smile, shaking her head as she turned towards him. “ i’m not too fond of mandatory social events either. ” really, she wasn’t fond of huge social events in general, but that was moderately irrelevant. at least he looked mildly friendly - he didn’t look like he was ready to punch her or anyone else out like some caged animal. “ it’s just a few hours, at least, i hope it’s only a few hours. otherwise i’d be desperate enough to escape through the ventilation system.”
❝ does anybody ever enjoy anything when it’s forced? ❞ he asked rhetorically knowing full well that he wasn’t the only one who felt that way. internally, he chuckled at her interest in climbing through the vents like a true spy although his face remained serious. ❝ you think they’d reprimand us for that, or praise us for our stealth? ❞
“I have glitter in my pocket,” Naomi announced, pulling the pot from her overly tight jeans with only a small delay. “Want some? Everything looks better when you’re sparkling. It’ll really put you in the party mood, you know?” she paused, waiting expectantly for their response.
he eyed the container of glitter skeptically and inched away from her ever so slightly. ❝ i swear to god, i will not hesitate to punch you if you put any of that shit on me. ❞ he said completely deadpan.
——— “ going somewhere? ” she tips her head to the side, smile genuine if not a touch apologetic as she rounds up behind them in her heels. she can’t exactly tell what their intention is, but she wants people to have fun in some way, even if it wasn’t her party. “ i know there’s nothing more exciting than a mandatory social but it is mandatory. i don’t wanna have to drag you back in. ” she then shrugs, steps slightly ahead and gestures back to the main room. “ plus, don’t think the academy will spring for better food for us any time soon, i’m just saying. ”
mason had stood around in the mess hall for as long as he could handle and desperately needed a cigarette. he was just about to make it to the door when he was stopped by michaela. ❝ where else am i going to smoke? indoors? i don’t give a shit about the food. ❞
forced and mandatory social interaction that she couldn’t get out of? this was literally her worst nightmare. lucy was awkward enough on her own, and especially since she was one of the cadets from the north american group that this was all for it made her want to curl into a hole and never come out. but this… well, her only comfort was that at least she looked nice. or thought she looked nice. her red hair was swept into a braid and she bothered to change out of her training clothes into real nicer jeans and top. still, she stationed herself near the corner of the room, hands clasped tightly around a cup of punch as she tried to look friendly… approachable even. it wasn’t working, or so she saw when she made awkward eye contact with some. her stomach churned and she tried to smile sheepishly at them. “hey. you look just thrilled to be here.” lucy said.
he was dressed in a pair of dark slacks with a navy blue t-shirt and his black bomber jacket, that was the most dressed up mason would ever get in his entire life. he got himself a glass of punch and sipped it graciously before moving to stand against the wall, lucy being only a couple of feet away. he was able to hear her over the music and gave her a tight lipped smile in response. ❝ yeah, well ‘ mandatory ’ isn’t exactly my thing. ❞
[ DYLAN O’BRIEN ] — MASON GODFREY is a TWENTY TWO year-old cadet from THE UNITED STATES and the NORTH AMERICAN unit, also known as agent ARES. Intel tells me that HE is HONEST & LOYAL, if not a little BELLIGERENT & SARCASTIC. HE shows promising progress in HAND TO HAND COMBAT, KNIFE FIGHTING/THROWING, & IMPROVISATION. better watch your back.
aye, it’s alex back at it again with a new character ! this time i’m bringing in my guns a blazing boy, mason. if you would like to plot with this mess then just mssg mason’s account on tumblr or hmu on discord @ junebugpeach#4720
mason’s birth parents worked for an enemy of the UEA and were killed by an agent in their own home when he was just a couple months old. the agent, marcus godfrey, didn’t want to leave the baby abandoned so he took him in and adopted him with a new name. his adoptive father then proceeded to retire from the secret agent life so he could spend more time with his son, but that didn’t mean the godfrey legacy ended there.
growing up, mason had a little bit of trouble with discipline and getting along with others. it wasn’t uncommon for him to return home with a black eye or bruised lip, but just because he had wounds didn’t mean he hadn’t gotten in the last punch.
although he can be somewhat of a brute, he is also quite intelligent which makes him a double threat. he’s a quick learner and it doesn’t take long for him to learn new skills or tactics. mason isn’t exactly the most well behaved cadet, but he gets his shit done and done correctly so you can’t really complain too much.
if somehow you manage to make a friend out of this kid then props to you, he’ll never leave you in your darkest times. put aside the rough exoskeleton and you’ve got one big heart of gold. he’s got all good intentions, just sometimes he has to get his hands a little dirty in the process.
he gets easily set off like one minute he could be just sitting there and once you push his buttons the next minute he’ll have his hands around your throat. some might call him a bit of a loose canon? he’ll always find an excusable reason to use his fists in a fight, everything can be solved with a couple of punches for him.
it wasn’t until recently that he learned his true bloodline and how intertwined his life was with the agency from the very beginning. it put a weird feeling in his stomach and some of the instructors have been giving him a harder time as well as odd looks because he was born on the wrong side.
personality:
well, a big part of his personality is that he gets bored very easily. ADHD? he don’t know her. the fact that nothing entertains him for long means he might approach you in a conversation but two seconds later, he’ll walk off without saying another word.
he doesn’t like to ask for help, not that he really needs to since he’s a fast learner.
oh boy, oh boy, does he have quite the temper.
his signature appearance is messy hair and a disinterested look.
he’s the kind of guy who you may never really know where you stand with him, he can give mixed signals. he’ll throw sarcastic remarks around no matter if he does or doesn’t like you, though.
