Assassins [Roleplay]

[Cali]

Sunlight poured into the room of the young woman, causing her to bring the covers higher over her head as she groaned. Sleep was essential currently, especially when you had a notorious Politician to go after later that day. She sighed softly, staying like that for just a few moments before sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Stormy grey irises tried their best to re-adjust to the light but it wasn't working out so well. She forced herself out of her bed and stood, running a hand through her bright hair, shaking it out just a tad.
She looked around drowsily before stretching her body out and grabbing her clothes, quickly changing out of her large shirt and panties combo and into a cropped tanktop and jean shorts, short enough to reveal skin but not enough to look scandalous.
Serra slid on her combat boots, tying them tightly before fixing her hair in a high ponytail and walking out.
She looked down both sides of the hallway, in hopes of seeing some of her fellow Assassins awake.

[Cheng Xu]

Down the hallway, a young man in his mid-twenties leaned with his back against the wall, listening to I Won't Lie by Go Radio on his mp3 player. Not really aware of anything going on around him, he twirled his two knives around in opposite directions and within one of the blades, he saw a relfection of someone. Out of what had become instinct, the blades locked into his palm and his stance had become defensive...
for nothing.
It was one of the other Assassins, checking outside their doorway. Loosening his grip on his blades, he nodded a greeting toward the other.

[Cali]

When Serra noticed the other assassin, she gave a small wave to him with a half-smile. She noticed the knives in his hands and smirked a little before turning around and walking to the training room.
It was best to get ready for tonight's mission.
And she of course had to be the killer of this one.
Killing she could do, but luring and seducing a corrupt politician?
It was certainly a challenge.

[Cheng Xu]

Smirking to himself, he followed the woman to the training room. Wally also had a contract to be fulfilled later on in the day: though not one of killing, hus still had great importance to the mission if another Assassin.
We had to plant a file into a judge's possession leading him to the national bank and later on his impending doom. A simple task, but one can never be too sure of themselves.

[Cali]

Serra looked over her shoulder at him and rose an eyebrow, walking backwards and watching him.
Interested in a little spar? she mouthed to him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear her with the music he was playing.

[Cheng Xu]

Wally smiled, nodding his approval at her request. He knew we was going to have to fight someone today, so a little spar would help warm up.
Assuming stance, he beckoned his opponent to take first strike. Normally he wouldn't allow this to even happen, but today, he felt generous.

[Cali]

As she took her stance, curling her hands into fists, she too smiled.
She then strode forward and launched her leg out in a high kick.

[Cheng Xu]

Wally sidestepped and caught the kick by her heel, in the same motion sweeping at her other leg.

[Cali]

Alice smirked and quickly jumped, switching her legs in another kick and landing the toe of her boot into his leg.
She then launched her fist out in a punch.

[Cheng Xu]

Grinning wildly, he caught her wrist and flipped her over using a judo technique and simultaneously jolted two palms into her abdomen.

[Cali]

Alice gasped and growled, staggering back before launching herself full force into a football style tackle, taking him down to the ground.

[Cheng Xu]

Wally looked up at her, not striking another blow. Removing his headphones, he sat upright, panting. "Not bad." he looked down at her, not even sure of how well he fought himself. "I'm Wally."

[Cali]

Serra smirked a little and stood.
She fixed her tanktop and then bent down a little, showing some cleavage in the process while holding out her hand for him.
"Serra," she responded.

[peachie-keen]

A young boy in his twenties, who goes by the name of Walker, awoke from his room, eyes slowly lifting from his eyes, until they could function on their own accord, adjusting the the lights. He hadn't even made it to his bed. Instead, he was slumped against the dressing table. He was still in yesterday's white shirt and jeans, too. Ah well. He hoisted himself up from the floor, not completely on a coherent trail of thought yet, but nevertheless, he reached for his door, and tugged, still crouched. First task- complete. He was never one for alertness in the morning- it seemed as though his teenage years had never been outgrown. He slouched against the frame of his door, yawning to himself. He stumbled over to the training room, groaning to himself and clutching his face, as if it were to fall apart any moment. He pushed the door open with his shoulder, eyes not fully open still, and stood in the doorway rubbing his eyelids. "Alright." he greeted, not even looking down to see who the two figures who lay on the floor were. Some assassin, huh...

[Cali]

(They're in the training room)

[peachie-keen]

(oh damn, I'll change it a bit later)

[peachie-keen]

Editted!

[Cali]

(Kk. I'll have to wait for Cheng now.)

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