Re: [A.ct Nice] [Sarah] « Result #1 on Nov 3, 2007, 11:09pm »
Greg cleared his throat, his gaze lowered to his drink and his brows furrowed momentarily as he tried to think. Upper enamels ran over his lower lip and he sighed lightly, looking up to see that dangerous smile she had, it was no wonder she had Jack falling over her. Greg, he knew better, he knew to keep his distance, or at least try to. He didn’t judge her for asking about him drugging her drink, but in realty if he wanted to… she wouldn’t have known, but Greg wasn’t the type. Nodding when she added, the please she offered wasn’t convincing, but it didn’t matter. [ Alright then.. uhm.. ] he started and soon realized that he literally had no life. All he could think to speak of was his job or work, it was pathetic.
The silence persisted, Greg wasn’t good at conversation, good at interrogation, but not this. He brushed his fingertips against his brow lightly and he swallowed the silence with a swig of his drink. [ You gonna get yourself a new car? Toss out that old beat up? ] he questioned with a joke. Greg had a government issued SUV, just as Jack had, but his wasn’t nearly as loaded by means of technology. When she mumbled he realized he failed at this field, he couldn’t think of one damn thing to say, and she was bored… great.
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Re: [A.ct Nice] [Sarah] « Result #2 on Nov 3, 2007, 11:03pm »
Sarah grinned lightly and just shook her head. taking a deeper sip out of the drink he brought her she relaxed up against the sit just nodding at what he said. it was stupid of her to ask but oh well she asked anyways just to ask. She sent him a light.. kinda of friendly but still dangerous smile when he rose his hand. "What ever you wish to speak about. Anything BUT our jobs.. or jack...please" she added a please just to try to be mannerful somewhat.
Her chocolate flames flicked across the bar room just for the hell of it before returning back to Greg again. Moving some so she legs crossed over the other she played with her bottle before looking up at Greg again. She wanted to get stone drunk but then again she didn't really wish to do it in front of somebody in her department.. 'hell with them' she thought to herself and took another greedy sip before placing it down. "So. ...so....so..." she mumbled being very bored. her head rested up against the booth.
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Re: [A.ct Nice] [Sarah] « Result #4 on Nov 2, 2007, 6:07pm »
Greg rotated his jaw lightly when Sarah’s smile fell, he felt awkward as the silence persisted. Clearing his throat with slight aggravation at his lack of tolerance for silence. Greg wasn’t the type to trick a woman into bed, the repercussions of the morning were never fun, and they hardly turned out to be worth it. Women weren’t things you used and abused like some did, he didn’t critique Jack for what’d he’d done to Sarah, the guy was human and their standards of sobriety… it was no surprise she ended up knocked up. That was alcohol for you.
Greg laughed lightly at her comment, he shrugged silently in his response. Hearing her question him with a caulked brow he raised his own, [ You honestly think I’m that deceitful? ] He questioned. [ If I wanted to drug you, you wouldn’t know it. ] He joked, but shook his head seriously, [ No… I didn’t drug your drink. ] He grunted finally. He understood Sarah knew little about him, it was slightly offending, but he tolerated it. When he spoke of Jack and her immediate response he paused his raising hand, slightly surprised by her sudden defensive nature, [ Oh—um, ok. ] He replied, taking a swig of his drink.
Unlike some Greg handled his age well, he didn’t often mention it because he had no reason to. You either liked him, or you didn’t, whether it was personal or platonic. Stress was rough on Greg, but somehow he managed to avoid that adding a few years to his age, assured he could pull off looking younger if he didn’t have such a shitty stressful job. Locking away a high reputable Agent wasn’t very relaxing either. The phone calls hadn’t stopped just yet, he understood, people were pissed at him. Jack had been the next best thing to everyone, he knew it all, he had the experience with his age, but what he did wasn’t able to justify or overrun the good he had done. Greg had not thought much about personal life with Sarah, hell if her ability at being an agent wasn’t that great… how was she ‘normal’ but so far she seemed rather level headed outside the station. Sarah was an Agent with pep in her step, but never seemed to learn when to zip the lip. [ Well. If you don’t wanna talk about him, then what do you want to talk about? ] He questioned lightly.
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Re: [A.ct Nice] [Sarah] « Result #5 on Nov 2, 2007, 4:45pm »
Sarah faked a happy cheerful smile when he just agreed with her before it dropped off her face just has fast as it appeared. She didn't really drink at the moment she learned her lesson of drinking from jack and didn't really wish to get drunk and end up in bed with Greg but then again who Said Greg would do that to her? nobody did but he was a guy and guys couldn't be trusted will at least guys that worked with her. she learned that a long time ago. yup she did. no for that matter NO guy could be trusted.Taking off her Wind breaker she placed it by herself in the booth beside her.
"you might manage pretty well and then you might not." was all she muttered before looking at the drink he had brought her "How do i know you didn't place a drug in it?" she asked him with a risen brow. she didn't mean to offended but you could never be too sure about it. there was many things that you couldn't trust specially when you was a FBI agent. she had already taken a sip from the bottle but only a little one. Hearing what he said about jack she replayed with a "i rather not speak about jack' softly to him
Sarah's chocolate flames flicked over Greg's features on his face. Greg was a pretty good looking guy. he looked older then 28 well thats what Sarah thought but she hadn't really thought about the age. At her old station they had a 25 year old look like a 34 year old which was very weird but she guessed some people aged harder and faster? Sarah started almost comparing who was sexier. Greg or Jack. Sarah was greatly annoyed at jack but was slowly getting over it. she didn't know Greg just yet. the only thing she new was he thought she sucked at being a agent. Which she probably did. but oh well.
.Not your average computer geek. « Result #6 on Jul 14, 2007, 8:06pm »
Brett Roughlin and the word computer geek wouldn't have even fit in the same sentence if the man hadn't been so good with machines. Tall, fit, and most would say handsome, the ex-Army Ranger had been popular in high school, star receiver on the high school football team, and highly trained sniper with the Army Rangers. But he could also hack into just about any system in the world and was hard to beat at surveillance techniques. It had started as a natural understanding of computers and had escalated to him being one of the top minds in the U.S. with a keyboard. They'd wanted to use his computer expertise at CTU when he resigned his commission in the army and he had agreed, on the condition he wasn't stuck at a desk. He could handle himself in the field just fine and he didn't trust just anyone to plant his bugs.
He was new in town and decided that the best way to introduce himself was to dispell a few rumors. The shooting gallery would be a good place to start. Who would expect the new computer geek to be able to shred his target? In the Army Rangers, Brett had done two years as a sniper before they decided his talents with a mouse were more valuable. That's when he'd earned the moniker 'Hotwire.' He would be using his own weapons today. His 'Baby Glock,' the 9mm Glock 26, carried 10 rounds and usually rested in his shoulder holster. It was small, but very deadly. His Glock 39 was carried in a gun case. Larger than the 26, the 39 carried a .45 round and packed a lot of power. It only took one shot with the 39. He carried two of those on a mission. The second, much longer case he carried, held his custom made Sako TRG. A Finnish made sniper rifle that Hotwire could shoot accurately up to 1500 meter with .338 Lapua Magnum ammo.
He flashed his brand new badge to the lady manning the shooting range. He flashed her a smile and recieved a flirtacious grin. At least a new town came with a new set of ladies. He brought his cases over to a bench, grabbed a set of ear covers. He'd want to run the course at some point, but target shooting would suffice for this evening. He didn't bother getting the rifle out. It had such a range that indoor shooting was a waste of time with the sniper rifle. He drew out the Glock 39 and then pulled out several clips. He checked them over and then smoothly slid one into the gun. He secured the ear phones over his head and made his way to the gallery. His frame was loose. You didn't have time to set a position when guys were shooting at you. He raised his gun and quickly fired the ten rounds held in the clip. His hands jumped with the recoil as each bullet sped from the end of the Glock. He released the clip from the pistol and glanced at the target. It looked as though the target had been shot no more than three times, but that was because all ten shots had landed in a inch wide circle in the middle of the target's head. He was a little off. On a good day, he could put every bullet almost exactly through the same hole.
First Name: Brett Middle Name: Thomas Last Name: Roughlin Nickname: Hotwire Ranking: Field Agent Age: 24 years Height: 6'1" Weight: 182lbs Gender: male Race: white Origin: American Hair Color: dark brown Eye Color: dark hazel Build: wide shoulders, muscled Location: LA California Current Occupation: CTU Field Agent, Computer Expert Previous Occupation: Army Rangers Training: Army Rangers
.Waste my Time. « Result #8 on Jul 13, 2007, 9:10pm »
First Name: Caley Middle Name: Marie Last Name: Darby Ranking: Field Agent Age: 22 years Height: 5'7" Weight: 121lbs Gender: female Race: white Origin: Irish America Hair Color: dirty blonde Eye Color: brown Build: slim Location: LA, California Current Occupation: Field Agent for CTU Previous Occupation: CIA Training: BS in Criminal Justice, CIA training at The Farm History: Caley's parents met in Ireland. Her mother was a CIA operative and her father was part of the IRA. They married and her father moved to the States. Caley was raised to be competent and independent. She could handle firearms from a young age and became very good at reading people. Her parents were killed on a mission just days after her 12th birthday. She was never given any details, the mission was classified. Her guardianship was handed over to Daniel "Wolf" Milligan, an experienced and retired operative. She was sent to a private school and got the best tutors. She graduated two years early from high school, whizzed through a Bachelor's Degree, and started training for the CIA. Two years with the Agency and it was decided her talents would be best used at CTU. Personality: Caley's always had everything she wanted, first when he parents spoiled her and then when her guardian gave her the best of everything. She's not really spoiled, but completely confident in her abilities and tends to think no one can do it better than she can. Most the time she's right, but not always.
Caley Darby was the opposite of thrilled when she was told that her new position came with a required training course. She doubted the course taught anything she didn't already know. She was only 22, young for a field agent, but she'd already been working 2 years for the CIA. The transfer of agencies had happened because her boss was royally pissed off at her. Caley tended to have that affect on certain people, mainly males who mistook her for a fragile female. So here she was, paperwork and everything for the first day of the course. Total bullshit. She could fly a chopper, land a jet, was certified in the use of 16 different weapons, and they wanted her to take a class.
For most raw recruits coming in, it was probably a good idea, but there was nothing normal about Caley's past. Her parents had been CIA and IRA and both a little paranoid. Not bad parents, but they had made sure their 7-year-old daughter could handle a .22 better than any boy. And things had only escalated from there. She can fly heliocopters and small bush planes. She can handle most every kind of weapon and her old unit called her 'Six.' The guys used to joke that she got that handle because you could always count on her to watch your six, but if you ever pissed her off, you better better cover your own six.
.Quick and the Dead. « Result #10 on Jul 13, 2007, 6:55pm »
First Name: Caley Middle Name: Marie Last Name: Darby Ranking: Field Agent Age: 22 years Height: 5'7" Weight: 121lbs Gender: female Race: white Origin: Irish America Hair Color: dirty blonde Eye Color: brown Build: slim Location: LA, California Current Occupation: Field Agent for CTU Previous Occupation: CIA Training: BS in Criminal Justice, CIA training at The Farm History: Caley's parents met in Ireland. Her mother was a CIA operative and her father was part of the IRA. They married and her father moved to the States. Caley was raised to be competent and independent. She could handle firearms from a young age and became very good at reading people. Her parents were killed on a mission just days after her 12th birthday. She was never given any details, the mission was classified. Her guardianship was handed over to Daniel "Wolf" Milligan, an experienced and retired operative. She was sent to a private school and got the best tutors. She graduated two years early from high school, whizzed through a Bachelor's Degree, and started training for the CIA. Two years with the Agency and it was decided her talents would be best used at CTU. Personality: Caley's always had everything she wanted, first when he parents spoiled her and then when her guardian gave her the best of everything. She's not really spoiled, but completely confident in her abilities and tends to think no one can do it better than she can. Most the time she's right, but not always.
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