T.A.A.S Agency RP

Outlaw 
She listened to the talk silently, noting one boy doing the same. 

Quincy
I wonder how long this is going to go on. Quinn noticed the tall girl from earlier hadn't said much. She, too, seemed to choose corners over chairs. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out. His mouth twitched slightly in a ghost of a smile and he tapped out a reply to the text. "That's great! What do you want for dinner?" Maybe he would grab a small gift on the way home. She definitely deserved it. Quinn stared at her photo a moment, the big happy grin she had wielded on her birthday tempting one on his own face to start. 

Reagan
 He nodded, taking the paper and filling it out with one of his many pens as he followed the teacher to the other room, walking at a considerably slower pace since he was concentrating on his form. Name: Reagan Carden. Date of Birth: February 20th, 2024. Parents: Guess. Hometown: This town. If you're asking about where I was born, you won't recognize the name, so it's pointless to mention it. Allergies: None. Weapons:... He paused, his pen hovering above the paper momentarily as he glanced up at a paper that was partially sticking out of the man's pocket. He studied the handwriting thoroughly for several moments before returning his eyes to the paper and writing 'None' in a flawless forgery of what he assumed was the older male's handwriting. "Here you go, sir," he said, handing it to the man as he entered the second room, once again kind of late.

Outlaw 
She noted another boy enter, but still said nothing. 

Rodger, good 'ol Rodger
Rodger took the paper with a nod. "Thank you." He went inside momentarily. "The plan (for thise wondering) is for all of you to get to know each other so you can work better as a team. Go around the room, obviously say your name, and one or two facts about you. Good luck."

Shane
Shane saw the other kid come in, deciding to shut his mouth from now on. Unless of course someone talked to him. That's at least one thing his father taught him- to speak when you're spoken to. His mother however- he was pretty sure she didn't care.

Last edited on 2018-08-21 at 19:44:34 by Rainy McFluffies

Outlaw 
She held back a groan at the guys words. Greattt. Just great. 

Marina 
Marina saw the new kid walk in. "Hi! I'm Mari!" she said, setting her curls bouncing again.

Quincy
Of course. Might as well get this over with. Without adjusting his position, Quinn spoke. "Name's Quinn. I'm a thief." He held up a phone in between his forefinger and thumb, one that wasn't his own. He tossed it casually across the room, the device landing gently in its original owner's - Shane's - lap. Next he held up a small knife and its sheathe and threw it back to the tall girl whom he had lifted it off of. 

Shane
Shane rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Show off," he mumbled, checking his phone for any messages he may have gotten from his sister. "And don't touch my phone again."

Outlaw 
She caught the knife with a barely audible movement of her wrist. She slid the sheath back onto her belt, then debated what to say. Real name, fake name...

Marina 
Marina studied Quinn, her mind already storing everything she knew about him. Theif- looks angsty, whatever that is- quiet- hasn't had a brownie in over a decade- and probably not a people person. That's okay- we'll be friends by the end of this, I'm sure. Whenever that is.

Quincy
He smirked. "If I was showing off I would have stolen something much more fun and challenging." Quinn raised a brow. "Just be glad I gave it back."

Marina 
"Great! Who wants to go next?"

Shane
Shane glared at Quinn a little too hard. "Maybe you should try keeping your hands to yourself. It's a pretty great way to live life y'know," Shane snapped. 

Outlaw 
This should be good. She thought, propping one leg against the wall and waiting.