T.A.A.S Agency RP

Shane/Person, whatever
"Now, if you all would please state what your weapons are in this fill out form-" he started passing out papers "-and whatver other information we need, we can get started."

Quincy
"Why do you need to know about our weapons? And what sort of information would you even need?" Quinn's gaze was a little hard. "I'm not sure what this is about, and I'm not one to just give out information about myself willy-nilly."

Shane
Shane glanced at this Quinn kid. "Dude, it's the government. I'm pretty sure they already know everything about you? Seriously... it's not that big of a deal," Shane mumbled.
"The reason we need your info, especially for the weapons, is so we can train you based off what weapon you have," the teacher explained patiently.

Marina 
Mari whipped out a pen and filled out the form. Handgun, a few knives... the list continued. 

Quincy

He couldn't help but let out a short snort of laughter at Shane's comment. "You don't know me." He took a form and pulled a pencil from his pocket, his hand bumping the small clay figurine. Quinn scrawled the simple answer of "Knife" on the line. "What other information is relevant that you would want? Or is this form only about weapons?" 


Last edited on 2018-08-21 at 15:06:37 by Oswin

Shane
Shane looked down at his piece of paper, filling out the "Weapons" category first. When it came to more personal info, Shane had a hard time filling out who his parents were. He sighed quietly out of his nose and went through the questions, leaving a blank area where his fathers' name should have been.
"Oh, just the typical info you would fins on about any form. Just follow the guidelines."

Last edited on 2018-08-21 at 15:09:06 by Rainy Days Stable

Marina 
10 siblings, Martha and Owen Holt, seventeen, Scotland Kansas, USA, allergic to almonds, birthday- December 10th, 2023, 5' 6" ... Mari finished the form in minutes, already committing every detail to memory. She looked at the other teens- they all seemed quiet and moody, and in Shane's case, a bit shy. We'll get along just fine, she thought.

Last edited on 2018-12-16 at 16:41:21 by ♪ Bandit ♪

Quincy
He glanced down the form and sighed. Great. Quincy Smith. He scrawled down his birthday. Parents: Deceased. Hometown: Ketchikan, Alaska. Allergies: Peanuts. Siblings: 1. He finished the rest of the form, leaving a couple blank. For example, his current address. Too personal.

Last edited on 2018-08-21 at 15:45:49 by Oswin

Shane
Shane finished the form quietly, looking over at Quinn curiously to see how he was taking to it. He shook the paper slightly to get the eraser debris off it (yes he used pencil and yes he erases a lot), then looked up at the teacher. "When you guys are done, I will come by and get them all."

Outlaw 
She scrawled on the paper with her crude writing. Weapons: Pistols, knives, bow an arrow. Parents: deceased. Hometown: don’t have one. Allergies: bananas. Siblings: deceased. She scrawled, filling out the form. 

Teacher (still nameless)
The teacher went around and collected all the papers, looking through them quickly then placing them on the desk. "Okay, now, we will go to room forty-two down the hall, to you left." 

Marina 
Marina got up, and again half-skipped out the door to room 42. All this sitting made her want to get up and do something- Mari was used to her rambunctious siblings and running through the fields, practicing everything from archery to wrestling until dark. Her copious amounts of energy proved useful in keeping up- and well ahead- of the Holt children's shenanigans.

Shane
Shane got up and, once again, followed Mari out. He still walked his normal somewhat slow pace; it got his where he was going anyways.

Outlaw 
She straightened off the wall once he’d taken her form, striding silently out after the others. 

Last edited on 2018-08-21 at 15:37:28 by Midnight Outlaw

Reagan
 Rea slowed his bike to a stop at the door of the building, hastily sliding off of it and rushing inside, his backpack still on his back because he'd just left school. He would've gotten out earlier had he not gotten detention for forging a hall pass. He glanced around before running up the stairs, taking a moment to make it appear as though he was calm and relaxed before approaching the room that he'd been instructed to go to via email by whoever was in charge of the agency (he had the instructions written on his hand). He glanced down the hall, noticing that several people had already done whatever they had had to do there and were heading to a different room. He didn't speak a word to them as he entered the room that they'd already exited, walking up to who he assumed was the teacher. "Sorry I'm late. Had... some setbacks."