I think this would be a cool RP
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I started crying again. "I could've saved him." I sobbed. "I could've done something."
"Oh for christ's sake!"
The shout was loud, and clear, ringing even above the crowded chatter of the hall. Every eye was immediately pulled to its source, and every female in a fifty mile radius was immediately impregnated as the living tower of manliness pushed through the crowd.
"For the ever loving sake of christ, Maddie. I've been thinking on why you do s--- like this, and the only answer I can come up with is that you ENJOY this! That you get some kind of perverse pleasure from crying your eyes out and acting like a poor wittle victim."
Finally closing the gap, Guts stood at his full height, towering above the rest. Speaking slowly, Guts continued, "You. Can travel. Through time. You don't even need a god damn wand or other magical wishy washy thing to do it, you can just think and it happens! This has got to be the...what, eighth, time you've done this! I swear, you have no reason to sit there and go 'oh, what could I do,' when we both know it's completely within your power to jump back and change it!"
Guts sighed. "For christ's sake, Maddie. Anyway, everyone's packing up, we're heading out as soon as possible. I've already penciled it in on my schedule so don't try arguing about it."
I stood up, my fists clenched. "Stupid stupid stupid." I muttered. "I hate my job, I hate my life, I hate this stupid world." I hated the fact that I couldn't change anything, wherever I went. I glared at Guts. "Fine. You want me to stop? Then I'll leave. I'll be at my house, in the real world. Good luck getting me back for the next assignment." I set my watch/travel 'agent' to "Home", and pressed the blue button.
There was a ripping sensation, as if I was being torn to shreds. Frankly, I wasn't over it, even though I've been using it since I was ten. I landed on the dining room table, crashing to the floor. I dusted off my jeans, and dumped out the cold water in the kettle, and refilling it. "Stupid job." I muttered, taking a clean towel and heading the bathroom for a much-needed showet.
Nodding slightly, Guts pulled a small notepad out from a pocket in his overalls. The eyes of crowd were still on him; some curious as to where is companion had gone, others still enraptured by his presence. Guts cared little.
Flipping the page open, Guts circled out a day in the future, and marked it. Beneath it, he wrote the words 'reconcile with Maddie. Perhaps chocolate?' before closing the book again. Looking around, he gave a shrug at the waiting crowd, and lumbered off to find another friend.
I pulled my old blue jeans and oversized tee frim my dad. Tying up my hair, I stepped out side and grimaced. I had a garden I was trying to keep alive, but with my job, it was hard to keep anything. So I brought the tool box out of the shed and started digging through the ground, pulling up everything and tossing it all into the compost bin. I made a mental note to ask one if the neighbor's boys to mow the lawn.
"Mew" i stood up, startled. Hands shaking, I pointed my trowel at the source, the same way I would hold a gun. Seeing only a kitten, I blew my hair out of my face and turned around, ignoring the stray. "I can't feed you, little guy. Go find some other person."
"You have changed, Miss Tyler."
I stood up quickly, saluting. "At ease," Sergent Poll commaned. "But there is no need to be formal. Neither of us are in uniform, after all." I relaxed. "So it's just a friendly visit?" Sergent Poll tilted his head. "No. I'm afraid this isn't a 'friendly' visit. It's about your recent assignment."
(0-0 What happened to the rp? Hahaha)
People stirred, everyone was filing out the front doors. I follow, but stay near the back, still having a view on the court yard. Voldemort starts going off on his speech of the death of Harry Potter, but I know better. "He's not dead," I whisper watching him lay limp in Hagrid's arms.
I nodded, still standing firmly. Sergent Poll took out his iPad and scrolled down. "You left before your scheduled return. Explain."
"I was getting too emotional. I decided to leave."
"This can't keep happening, Maddeline. All of your previous assignments, this has happened. If you leave early again...we'll have to expell you from the program." I nodded. "I understand, sir. What is the next assignment?" Sergent Poll almost smiled. "Have you heard of Divergent?"
A person turn towards me, having heard what I said they look at me strangely. After raking in the fact of their white blond hair, I realized this person was Draco Malfoy. "Sorry, I was just... Hoping, you know. This can't be the end kind of thing," I try to explain, whispering and drawing myself closer to him.
I fingered the spines on the bookshelf, crouching down to the bottom shelf. There it was: Roth, Veronica. I took it out, smiling. I remembered hearing girls squealing about a guy named Four all last year in Biology, when we were studying for the next test. A lot has changed since then, I thought, my smile fading. I was taken out of school when I accidentally transported myself to Massachusetts during History. I was taken into the company I now work for, and have been working for them for almost a year, using the watch a sort of 'training wheel', until I grew into my superpower. Despite all the help I recieved, I failed most of my missions, after several emotional breakdowns. At first I rationalized it, blaming the breakdowns on my fourteen-year-old hormones. But now...I realized that I allowed my emotions to take over. I couldn't let that happen anymore. It was going to be the death of me one day.
With a heavy step and chilled hand, Guts dragged himself back through town. He didn't even know why he insisted on not using the travel agent, since it always resulted in him being several blocks away from his home in Abel City. Deep down though, he knew it was probably the colour. Blue never sat well with him.
But still, despite the rain slowly dripping down from the heavens around him, he was given time to think on his lot in life. And for someone like Guts, time to think was always something hard to come by.
He could start at how he first got a job with the Literary Correction Agency. Or how he refused to quit his day job as a construction supervisor. Or how he now found himself in the unique position of having more sick days on record than the rest of his crew combined.
But those, like many other topics, were sad topics, and Guts hated dwelling on the old. So instead, he offered himself a small smile as the rain stained his shirt and pooled around his feet. After all, at least he still had a cozy place to return too.
Couldn't say that for everyone in the LCA.
(Does anyone miss when trolling meant something?)
I loved working in my garden. It cleared my mind. Sometimes, I wished that I could have born a normal teenage girl. I laughed out loud. Normal? Please... No one is normal. I was just more abnormal than everone else. I picked up a handful of dark, rich soul, and clumped it. Forming an idea in my mind, i closed my eyes an concentrated. Maybe if I honed my skills away from work... I opened my eyes, and the little ball of mud was over on the orher side of the yard. Squealing like the average teenage girl, I tried teleporting myself into the kitchen. I landed not five feet from where I started. It wasn't much, but it was progress.
Swinging the door open and flicking on the light, Guts placed his wet coat carefully on the hook next to his door and wandered deeper inside. The boards creaked under his weight as he moved, heading towards the kitchen to grab something to eat.
Something captured his attention; a quite conversation, and Guts turned towards the source. There was someone in his house! Why was there someone in his house?
Pushing the next door open, Guts trudged into the living room, looking over the two people present quickly. Both were instantly recognizable, but only one was important.
"Sergeant." Guts said simply.
"Manford." One of the men replied.
"I suppose I better take a seat then?"
The sergeant nodded. Guts sighed, and pulled a chair out for himself.
I set the microwave timer to one minute (my stoce was broken, and I had barely enough money to replace it) and sat in the only chair, wrapped up in a blanket, holding Divergent. I flipped open to my bookmark, and continued to read the enthralling novel. As I read, I could literally feel myself being pulled into the book. I had to concentrate on staying grounded.
"So what's the problem sergeant?" Guts asked, cutting straight to the point.
The soldier simply waved his finger, in the same way that an adult would coo a child. "Do you know a Dr Right, Mr Manford?"
Guts shrugged, but eventually gave it some thought. The answer wasn't too hard to find, especially for someone in the Agency. "Yea, he's the guy that built the travel agents. Won a couple of noble prizes in the past, smart things like that, what about him?"
"He's gone missing."
Sighing, Guts got a sinking feeling as he predicted where this was going, "And you want me to go find him, correct?"
"Actually, no. We went over your last case, and decided there are better people to send. Your editor gets too sucked into the story, your backup is emotionally dangerous, you're painfully insensitive and your driver is too shy to make an appearance. There are better agents."
"So what's the deal then?" Guts asked, seemingly unfazed.
"Have you ever read Divergent, Mr Manford?"
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