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[mationix]

(Crim only please.  Thank you ^^)


Ashlie Avley lets out a shaky breath, her heart racing and her mind slowly clouding up.  How...how is this possible?  She had doubted that she would ever be picked for this thing.  Though here she is, sitting on a cold metal bench, bouncing her foot up and down on the ground, the slap-slap-slap is the only sound she can hear.  It seems like everyone else is dead, blown away in the wind.  And it sucks.  Ashlie always hated the silence, it felt like her skin started to crawl whenever there was no sound; she needed to fill it with something, anything!  And so, she sits in the pure white room, alone, nervously tapping her foot away, hoping that she will be able to get out of here.

She glances up at the wall, rubbing her hands along her arms, goosebumps slowly appearing.  She had heard this was the worst part of this game: the waiting.  In a few moments, she will find out who her partner is for this tournament.  Though for now, she has to wait, unable to move an inch. Her stomach clenches as she bends forward, clasping her hands in front of her.  Why did this happen?  Why was her name called out to be a part of these games?  Ashlie forces herself to take another deep breath, her head swimming.  This wasn't supposed to happen; her name had only been put in five times.  She knows other people who had been placed in more times than she could count.

Though her she is.  Awaiting her destiny.

"Ashlie Avley."  The announcer's voice startle her, her head snapping up and her green eyes widening in panic.  No...  Not now...  "You're partner has been picked, Ms. Avley.  Please, follow the stairs to you're right and come and meet them."  Robotically she gets to her feet, her heart racing.  Turning to face the stairs, she hesitates.  After the stairs, lays a huge auditorium, where judges sit in the middle.  They are to figure out if the two are able to compete in it, without killing each other on the spot.


Swallowing, Ashlie squeezes her eyes shut and counts back from ten, trying to calm her pounding heart.  Slowly, she opens them and walks up the steps, blinded momentarily by the light.  She covers her eyes and slowly walks over to where she is to meet her partner.  She places her hands behind her back and raises her chin up at the judges, clicking her heels together. 

[CrimsonMoon]

" Name, Age, Occupation and than we'll pair you with one of the agents," One of the judges says in a clipped voice, obviously a little pissed.

Agents were orphans taken in by the Games and experimented on. They basically served as pets for their partners in the games based on the abilities they were lucky enough to have survived with...

[mationix]

Ashlie licks her dry lips, swallowing. "A-Ashlie Avley," she says, her voice a croak. She clears her voice and continues, taking a deep breath, steadying her weak voice. "Eighteen years old, and I'm a senior at Breaverfield High," she says, slowly, trying to steady her pounding heart. This was it. This was the moment that could make or break her.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Now... One question," The judge leans back in his chairs, twirling a pen that looked like it was worth more than her whole house:
" You are given choices on how you can die from the following options: a firing squad, falling from a great height, freezing, drowning or burning, what do you choose?"

[mationix]

Ashlie looks taken aback, her stance faltering a little. "I ah..." She tries to eat up her time, sucking on her top lip as she thinks. "W-well, I guess a firing squad?" She then smiles faintly, a weak chuckle flying out of her mouth before she could think. "If I got killed by a squad, that would mean that I had caught their attention, correct? It would mean that I had done something...'special' to get that attention." She gives a shrug, looking embarrassed. "Everything else is a simple one, I at least want to die for a reason, not because of my own stupidity."

[CrimsonMoon]

" We didn't ask for your will, little lady," The judge sighs," go to the next room, you'll meet your Agent." He smiles sickly

[mationix]

She had been hoping she would've gotten a chuckle or at least a laugh. Apparently, these people were a little tricky to please. Ashlie salutes them, before walking towards the next door, her demeanor faltering as she nears it. Who will be her partner for The Game? She shivers, before slowly opening the door to the next room and quietly shutting it behind her.

[CrimsonMoon]

The room was darker than the other and looked as if it indeed ha been shot up by a a squad..

[mationix]

"Is anyone here?" She calls into the darkness, rubbing her arms. "It-it's Ashlie, you're new partner," she continued, trying to peer into the darkness.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You're my new human yeah...? Ugh..." A voice says behind her, there was the smell of smoking gunpowder

[mationix]

She whirls around, reflexively reaching to her back pocket to grab a knife. Though she clenches her eyes closed in irritation; they had taken away her equipment and had given her this weird pure white pants with a white tank top. There was no way for her to hide anything with these clothes. "Who are you?" She demands, taking a small step backwards.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Agents are named by their partners," The voice sneers, the sound of gears clicking sounding behind her," So just turn around and see what pokemon they gave ya,"

[mationix]

She slowly turns around to where she heard the noise. "I don't know what you're talking about," she replies faintly, "What do you mean by that?"

[CrimsonMoon]

A single hateful eye glares at her from behind a crack in a mask,"... Agents are just supposed to take bullets for our partners, be your weappn and so on," he crosses his arms pver his slender chest

[mationix]

Ashlie swallows, taking a small step back. "I see," she says faintly, smiling up at him, "er...if you don't mind me asking, what's up with the mask?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Would you like to see what's underneath it?" He asks in a horribly sarcastic tone

[mationix]

(Don't forget the other two threads; I would hate to have them die down again. c:)

She hesitates, looking like she was curious, though not knowing if it was horrible or not. "Perhaps later," Ashlie replies, a weak smile appearing. She suddenly stuck her hand out, the smile growing a bit stronger, "I'm Ashlie Avley, you're new partner."

[CrimsonMoon]

He looks at her hand, than back at her again and frowns,"... I'd rather we get this over as quickly as possible, I'm what the officials call an Anima," he turns his back and shrugs," I can turn into a gun or turn my arm into a gun," he smiles

[mationix]

She lets her hand drop, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. Alright then...not one for formality. She dips her head in a nod, glad that she didn't have to name him or anything. "You and me both, I want to get back to my normal life," she agrees, frowning. Sucking on her top lip, she studies him; he's good looking, that was a fact, though with his stuck up attitude, he kind of ruined it.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ok, kiddo, Don't get to excited, i'm about fifty years old but who gives a crap any way?" He laughs humorously