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@shadowcat009
009 reacts to the DB10 theft by 007
009: JAMES BOND. How DARE you steal that car! I am absolutely disgusted! M is now facing a shit storm at work and it's ENTIRELY your fault! If you put another toe out of line, I will cut all of them off!
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The car of James Bond 007 - The Aston Martin DB10
like a small boat on the ocean sending BIG WAVES into motion
AGENT 009
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1: What does their bedroom look like?
2: Do they have any daily rituals?
3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?
4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?
5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)
6: Eating habits and sample daily menu
7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time
8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging
9: Makeup?
10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?
11: Intellectual pursuits?
12: Favorite book genre?
13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?
14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)
15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?
16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?
17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress
18: Favorite beverage?
19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?
20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?
22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?
23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?
24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?
25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?
26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?
27: What is their biggest regret?
28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)
30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)
31: Most prized possession?
32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?
33: Concept of home and family?
34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)
35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?
36: What makes them feel guilty?
37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?
38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?
39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?
40: How misanthropic are they?
41: Hobbies?
42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?
43: Religion?
44: Superstitions or views on the occult?
45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?
47: How do they express love?
48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?
49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?
@shadowcat009
“–Brooklyn. Please tell me this isn’t what it looks like.”
It’s half-hearted at best. Knowing double-oh-nine, if it’s not exactly what it appears to be it’ll be something much worse. Still, a man can dream.
“I don’t know, what does it look like? I mean, I know I’m pretty amazing but I ain’t psychic.”
Seven Devils all around you
- Seven Devils, Florence + The Machine
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“Wow, nice glasses!”
“I looove your hair!”
“Nice muscles, oooh~!”
“O-M-G, that skirt is sooo cute!”
“Your voice is like chocolate velvet.”
“Damn, nice butt!”
“You have lovely eyes.”
“You’re so kind…”
“You’re good at… punching stuff…”
“Love the way you started that fire. So sassy.”
“You’re so adorable!”
“Wow, you’re tall… I like it!”
“You look like you give the best hugs.”
“You look like a great kisser.”
“Nice jacket! Where did you get it?”
“You’re such a good cook!”
“Ooh, where did you get those shoes?”
“Damn, you can dance!”
“You’re great! You HAVE to teach me!”
“You laughed and I fell in love.”
“Your hair is so soft. Can I have some?”
“You look like a lovely person. Want to get coffee some time?”
“I found your notebook. You’re a really good artist, you know?”
“Hi, I’m ______, I’m a big fan of your work!”
“You smell like rainbows.”
“And when you smiiile! The whole world stops and stares for a whiiile!”
"Giant energizer bunny incoming! - love, Brook" - note is left on your desk
Brooklyn. You were supposed to be dead.
"But being dead is so boooorrriiiinnngggg!"
Ellen Page is our Friday night fashion inspiration.
Ellen Page spotted at LAX, 10.09.2015
Mallory has now given full permission for 009 to go after Le Chiffre and set him on fire...
Go ahead 009, this is your new mission….
Brooklyn [Agent 009]: WOOHOO! *skips off to find Le Chiffre*
An M for an M (Post Skyfall RP)
Silva begins to laugh and Aubrey can’t help but hold the man a bit tighter - protectively, possessively. As if he can shield him with his body from the torment of his mind. He knows that one day this will come to a head; that Silva is the result of torture and betrayal. Of heartache and loss, and a wound that would continue to fester until someone could clean it out for the man. Aubrey didn’t know if such a person existed other than the woman that lay on the bed in the room they vacated. He honestly hoped there was.
Keeping himself mostly covering Silva, Aubrey moves as Elizabeth commands him. He’s useless in a fight against guns and semiautomatic weapons. No, Aubrey’s strengths lie in a more gentlemanly form of fighting. He’s skilled in both saber and epee as well as close quarters combat with a Liston knife, but when it comes to guns, he’s all but useless. No no, guns…were so impersonal. Aubrey starts as Silva moves suddenly in his arms, back to at least part of his senses, back to calling out orders.
He waits until the orders are given before wrapping his arms back around the man he’s sworn to protect. Hurrying in the pack of armed men he helps load Silva into the chopper, taking his place next to him. He cradles the man’s head into his chest as the chopper takes off. There are sure to be those who are wounded who make it onto the helicopter and Aubrey is sure he’ll be needed when they land…but for now, he’s concentrated on soothing the broken man in his arms. Peppering his brow with kisses he hums a soft lullaby that’s caught up in the sound of the rotating blades of the chopper and whisked away. They’re safe, Silva’s safe. Everything else could wait. Everything else could heal in time.
To say that the young guard was angry would be an understatement. His brown eyes are dark, nearly black. His bloodied hands around his pistol don’t shake even an inch, and he wants to pull the trigger. Wants to kill the little Double-Oh. How she came into such a status wasn’t his concern, but she was too young to be playing this game in a man’s world like this one. He shakes his head, about to pull the trigger, when he hears the order to fall back. “You got lucky, chica. You’re not dying at my hands today… Like Daddy did… But if we ever cross paths again… don’t you dare think you’re walking away with your life again,” he growled, his cockiness getting the best of him as he bragged about the death of the head of MI6 on his hands. He then continued towards James, pushing the safety to his pistol on once more, slipping it into his holster.
Fall back. Leave them all. No. Felix refuses to do so. He got Bond down for a reason, and if he brought James Bond - 007 - in for Silva, oh, the praise he would get. So he refuses to let 007 go. He bends down and hooks his arms around the man, lifting him up with a slight grunt. Bond is heavier than Felix expected. He pulls his pistol once more, pressing it to the agent’s temple as he retreated to Silva’s side, noticing the unstable state that the cyberterrorist is in. It’s M, he notices. Aubrey is there, comforting the man, but the ex-head of MI6 is not. Felix knows that this can’t be good for the people of Gunkanjima when they return home.
He climbs onto one of the helicopters and straps Bond down, sitting on his right and holding the pistol to his temple. “Make one single noise and you’re dead, 007. I’m not afraid to shoot… or stab… people of high authority,” he has a malicious little smirk on his lips, his brown eyes glinting with pure evil. The blood on his hands sends a chill down his spine, one that is unusual, but not unwelcome.
Cortez then sits back, holding the pistol to Bond’s forehead for a second more before pulling away. Bond knows the threat, he’s surrounded by Silva’s people. No more MI6, no more safety. Ours. His smirk curls up a bit more and he relaxes in his seat, closing his eyes. He can’t wait to be home.
The injured double-oh slips in and out of consciousness. The loss of blood due to his gunshot wounds is draining his energy and making him slip repeatedly into the black void. Bond’s memory is fuzzy by now. He remembers getting shot and falling to the ground. The shouts and cries still haunting his mind.
When he opens his eyes the second time he focuses on Mallory who’s lain out on the floor of the helicopter. His eyes are dull and void of life. James tries to lift his head and lean forwards. But he’s too weak and strapped firmly in place. He’s not going anywhere right now.
Bond slumps forwards in the seat again. The only thing keeping him upright and not on the floor beside Mallory’s body are the straps holding him in. He passes out for the last time during that flight. With no idea what has become of the old M and the new one dead by his feet. Bond is well and truly alone and at the mercy of the others.
By the time Brook and Liam had managed to exit the building with M, the grounds had cleared of any of Silva's people. They even took the Bossman's body and that along made Brook's anger turn to rage. But then again, Silva would be that cruel, she shouldn't have expected any less from the freak show. By the time they had raced out to the edge of the clearing where the rest of the surviving MI6 operation are trying to regroup and pull back to safety, Brook stopped for a few seconds to look to the skies where Silva's helicopters had taken off to. Jimmy's there, and Bossman too - Silva had taken both of them away, but Brook swears she will get them back, even if it's the last thing she'll ever do.
Turning when she hears Liam calling to her, informing her that they were about to move out and get to safety before Silva comes up with any more booby traps, Brook reluctantly ran back to the group, but never forgetting the vow to get the others home. She won't let Jimmy be abandoned out there, and she'll make sure Bossman gets the proper funeral he deserves.
With M in the hands of the medics who have managed to stabilize her, the rest of MI6 survivors got into whatever moving vehicles left and started their journey back to base camp. There was nothing they could do now, if there is to be a rescue mission, it would have to be when they can be at full strength again.
