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About me! [Oct. 23rd, 2011|10:19 am]
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I'm Spymaster TheShadows on Facebook! My link on Facebook is https://www.facebook.com/AS009Spymaster! I also be spy in WOOHP! All the best for fellow workers!
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(no subject) [Nov. 15th, 2010|11:38 am]
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Updating so LJ doesn't purge this account. I expect this to be back in action soon enough!
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Heroes [Dec. 2nd, 2004|09:11 pm]
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[mood |pissed offpissed off]

After embarising himself in front of Sam again, Michael returns to his home getting out his kendo stick and begins training in his private small dojo built in his yard. He swung the stick with all his might and he kept on swinging untill sweat starts dripping from his body. "How..... How will I make these people happy?" He thaught to himself. "I want to be a hero!" Michael shouted at the top of his lungs.
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Guess who's back...! [Nov. 25th, 2004|10:40 pm]
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[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |None]

Sunny Day paced her jail cell. Her perfect face was wrinkled since she hadn't had a decent moisterizer in a year. She sat down and put her head in her hands, hoping her plan would work. She was going to get back st those spies. No one could stop her this time!

*A*T W*O*O*H*P

"Yeah, Jerry, you heard me," Said Shosh, putting her hands on her hips. "I want to be reinstated!"

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Guess who's back...! [Nov. 25th, 2004|02:05 pm]
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((Mistake. Delete this...))
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Into the Aether [Nov. 5th, 2004|12:03 am]
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[mood |determined]
[music |Enough Dead Heroes]

5:30 am – Belarus Airspace

Jacob sat hunched over with his elbows on his knees in the freezing cold cabin. He played around with the settings for his camo suit, watching amusedly as he changed the pattern from woodland to tiger stripe, and then to black, and then turned it off, letting the suit assume an olive drab color. His .45 was strapped to his leg, and the parachute to his back. An altimeter was strapped to his wrist, and the mask lay beside him. A single crewman, clad in a jumpsuit and Air Force helmet connected the plane’s oxygen supply, occupied the cabin with him.
“Approaching drop zone,” said the pilot. “Visibility is perfect. Moderate cloud cover over drop zone. External temperature is minus twenty degrees Celsius. Commencing countdown in five.”
The dull roar of the engines penetrated the cabin, mostly drowning out the rattles and vibrations Jacob could feel through the bench.
“Ten minutes to drop zone, commencing internal depressurization.”
Jacob felt his ears pop and the air grow thin as the cabin’s air escaped through opened vents. This was a necessary measure, lest he get sucked out when the doors opened.
The air continued to thin out, and Jacob felt his head starting to lighten with the lack of oxygen. The crewman walked up to him. “Eight minutes to drop zone, put on your mask.”
Jacob didn’t hear him. He was utterly focused on his objectives, trying not to let anything disturb him, even impending doom.
“Put on your mask, sir” said the crewman. Again Jacob ignored him. The crewman sighed and shook his head. “Do you have a death wish or something?”
“Are you deaf, Ravask?” said Edmund over the codec. “Put on your mask and get ready to jump.”
Jacob shot the crewman a nasty look, and then put his oxygen mask on. The mask was a single piece, consisting of an air supply, goggles, and a helmet that fit snugly over Jacob’s head. A hose connected the mask to the oxygen / nitrogen bottle strapped to his waist. The mirrored lenses obscured his eyes, giving him a rather imposing visage. Jacob was met with a fresh blast of cold, dry air and the lightness in his head vanished as the ready light turned from red to yellow.
“Five minutes to drop zone, opening rear door.”
The bipartite door split in the middle and began to swing away. Sunlight flooded into the darkened cabin, causing Jacob to squint. When the blinding glare faded, Jacob found himself looking at the world from five miles up.
Wispy clouds curled in the sky above, stretching to the horizon. The blindingly bright sun was coming up over the edge of the world, illuminating the ground and topping the lower clouds in brilliant snowy white.
“Sunrise” said Edmund.
Though the cabin had already been depressurized, their airspeed was creating a powerful wind inside the cabin. The crewman clung to a railing and turned to Jacob.
“Two minutes to drop zone. Please stand up.”
Jacob stood up, staggering his stance for balance against the wind. The straps on his gear and loose folds in his suit fluttered violently in the gale. The status light turned green.
“Move to the back of the plane.”
Jacob carefully began walking back to the edge of the platform, ensuring that every step was solid. One misstep could mean a premature launch, to say the least.
“Listen, Jacob.” Said Edmund. “You’ll be falling at 130 miles an hour. Your suit will keep your body warm, but try not to let your extremities get frostbite from the wind chill. As usual, you’re working alone. Try to stay out of sight as much as possible. You know what to expect should you fail.”
“I won’t.” Finally, Jacob found himself staring straight down at the clouds far below.
“Spread your wings and fly. Godspeed.”
Jacob leaned forward over the platform and let gravity take over. He spread his arms out slightly, cast off the plane and entrusted his body to the wind.
He started to tumble, his feet going up and his head going down. As he fell away from the plane, the turbulence gave him an extra push, causing him to tumble faster. He straightened legs out and allowed himself to flip end over end through the air several times before tucking his knees to his chest, causing him to spin even faster. He finally straightened his body out, his head pointing at the ground and his feet to the sky, and streaked headfirst towards the ground in the cold morning light.
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Get off your butt! [Oct. 26th, 2004|11:24 am]
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[mood |determined]
[music |Bif Naked -I love myself today]

Clover rolled off the bed and looked in the mirror.
"What is wrong with you?", she said in her head. She looked longingly over at the box of ding-dongs laying on her bed. She'd never rembered feeling both hunger and self-loathing at the same time.
With a disgusted grunt she looked back at the mirror. "C'mon! What happened to 'Clover: Professional Model, Actress and Idol.'"
She scowled at herself. "What have I done?", she looked down at her little pooch in her tummy. AGGH!! This is not how her life was supposed to be!
Of course she was still thin and beautiful. But it had been awhile since she worked out. Even longer since she'd had a mission. She looked over at her compowder.
Ugh! What if WOOHP thought she was too out of shape to be on a mission? Lord knows the modeling agencies did.
"AUUGHHHH!!!", Clover screamed aloud, "That's it! I am not going to stand for this anymore!" She hopped up, walked over to the ding-dongs, and scooped them up. She then hurled them into the trash.
"I'm not spending another single cent on DING-DONGS!!".
Flustered, Clover picked up the phone. It was time to call mommy and daddy for help. What was she thinking, a fast food joint? Puh-leeze! She was from Beverly Hills! And dammit she was going to be a model whatever it took!
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In which our heroine starts thinking too much. Again. [Oct. 20th, 2004|02:42 pm]
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[music |Kuchi~I Love Your Mouth~ -- Zwei]

Sam sighed in relief. "Now that my midterms are over, I can breathe again!" She was shuffling around her room, sorting out various magazines to take with her to the gym. She came across her compowder, which hadn't moved from the place she left it for the past two weeks. I haven't heard anything from anyone...even Jerry. She felt as though she were living an entirely different life than from the life she was living just a month ago. Is this life without WOOHP? I hadn't even noticed. It wasn't at all like I'd imagined it would be. She shrugged, and passed the compowder over to grab her cell phone. In all honesty, it isn't all that bad. Maybe I could get used to this... She tossed her phone into her gym bag, and looked towards her desk before walking out the door. Maybe WOOHP has served its purpose in my life, after all.
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Catching up! [Oct. 19th, 2004|06:21 pm]
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[mood |ready]
[music |Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger TV theme]

Nick looked around the crowded street where Alex lived. "I haven't been able to see Alex on a best friendship basis for a while. It's been a while since I've seen her in person in this fashion." He knocked twice on Alex's door.
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Just minding his own business [Oct. 11th, 2004|02:38 pm]
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Michael was at the mall just sipping his cola in the food court of the Beverly Hills shopping mall, nothing exiting happening at the moment; well their is a guy in a pathetic chicken costume just 20 meters behind him; he didn't want to point and laugh he’s not built that way but the guy is kinda funny lookin. "Stupid chicken" he said in his head.

He is just waiting for someone to talk to but who?

Michael goes to the counter and orders another soda for the road when he meets a very nice girl with long red hair. “She looks like the girl that I know from the campus!” Michael said in his head.
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