Commander Rex

[Popsicle_.:-]

Yeah, I thought I'd post some stuff about my character, Commander Rex. I'll give you the prologue, and see how you like it. =]

He was very careful, I observed carefully from my hiding place in the bottom left corner in the room. But not as so to be paranoid. I let out a careful breath, just quiet enough for him not to hear it. Suddenly, he whipped around, and stared right into the shadows were I was hidden.
Ah. Maybe not quite quiet enough.
I shrank backwards into the shadows, my left hand poised over a concealed button on my waist. He crept forwards slowly, drawing twin swords from the holsters on his back, and slowly kicked the briefcase shut at the same time. I stepped forwards, out of the shadow, and he relaxed slightly, as he saw me, a small girl even younger then him. I used is hesitation as an advantage.
I pushed the concealed button, and out popped a long curved sword, the Prayer. I flipped over him, and drove the sword through the outskirts of his black top, and pinned him to the ground. I smiled at his shocked face.
‘What?’ I said. ‘It hasn’t even touched your skin!’ He growled, and yanked my sword out of his sleeve.
‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ I warned, wagging my finger at him. As if on cue, he dropped the sword as if it was red hot, and rubbed his sore fingers.
‘What are you, a witch?’ he snarled, jumping upwards. I rolled my eyes, and clicked my fingers. The Prayer pulled itself towards me, and I caught it neatly in my right hand.
‘You don’t know how many times people have asked me that,’ I said, twirling it round and round. ‘Now do you surrender, or do I have to fight you?’
‘I’ll never surrender,’ he growled.
‘Your choice,’ I said. ‘But I warn you, I fight dirty.’
‘Bring it on,’ he said, his face full of hate. He charged at me, and I remained my ground. Suddenly, I pulled out a syringe, which I plunged into his outstretched hand. He dropped down unconscious, and I stepped neatly out of the way.
‘Told you I play dirty,’ I said, grabbing the briefcase from the floor. ‘Ta!’

[poetsespresso]

We join then the first thing we do is post in the Storybook lol.

Cool beginning.

[Chere and Rose]

I like that.
It mixes the swordplay I like and the tenseness of a dirty-player.
Also the fact that it's a girl is great. xP

Yeah. great beginning.
I wants more please!

[Popsicle_.:-]

Thank you
I shall post next chapter. =]

I jogged through the corridors, people not even glancing at me as I overtook them. That, I reminded myself, was because I was, close enough to, invisible, in my camouflage suit, designed with mirrors to look like the area around you. All of a sudden, I stopped. On my right was an unremarkable door, the kind you would get in an office. But the fact that it was so unremarkable made it really quite remarkable. Compared to all the other doors on that corridor, which were made of 6-inch stainless steel with hand-readers, it stuck out like a sore thumb. I glanced at the label on the door. It said ‘Janitors Closet.’
It was also my ticket out of there. Inside would be a man, who would give me a small pink dress, and an over-sized rag doll. I would put the dress on, and put the contents of the brief case into the rag doll, via the head, which was detachable. Then I would stand outside and pretend to cry, and get picked up by one of the guards, who I would tell that I had lost my ‘Daddy’ and wanted to go ‘Home’. I would then be taken out of the Government Building, and bada-bing, bada-boom, I was out.
Glancing around, I opened the door a fraction, and slid through it.
And froze.
Standing there was the boy who I had knocked out two minutes ago.
‘You,’ he growled.
‘You?’ I said, surprised.
‘You’re the Agent I’m meant to help? And give these too?’ he said, holding out the dress and the doll.
‘Why did you have the briefcase?’ I demanded, gently closing the door. ‘This is my mission. My turn. Why were you snooping around? Its against the code, you should know that by now. Unless the Recruitment team decided to take in a teenage agent after he hit his hormones.’ I snorted at my own joke.
‘What’s wrong with just being recruited?’ he demanded, glaring at me again. ‘I’m Sub-Agent Cooper Sharks. And who are you?
‘Me?’ I laughed out loud tauntingly. ‘You obviously haven’t been here long. Don’t your Pod-Mates tell you anything?’
‘Not really,’ Sharks said, his brow puckering. ‘Unless you’re- well no, you can’t be. She’s meant to be huge, a terrifying-‘
‘Monster?’ I continued. ‘The one who haunts the halls of DarkRide, silent as a ghost. She keeps the agents in line, and if they ever stray-‘
‘She’ll turn them too salami with her blade of death, The Prayer.’ He finished. Then his eyes widened in wonder. ‘You’re Commander Rex? But no. Rex is a hero. She’s-she’s-‘
‘Standing right in front of you.’ I rolled my eyes a second time. ‘Give me the dress now. The alarms will go off any second and then you will be salami.’ To prove my point, I pulled out The Prayer, and set it crackling with electricity.
‘Fine.’ Sharks said grudgingly. He handed over the dress and the rag doll, and I handed over the briefcase. Just about.
I grabbed his hand and flipped him over, and then dug in his pocket for his ID card. There it was. Sub-Agent Cooper Sharks.
‘What are you doing?’ he growled.
‘Did you really think I was going to just believe you?’ I said, letting him back up. He just glared at me, and disappeared through the door.
‘Goodbye Sharks,’ I said, pulling on the dress. ‘Ta!’