Behind That Mask|Spy/Assassin Semi-Lit RP|Not Accepting.

[hawkeye.]

.The Mockingbird.

At the end of the day, all I do is cry over the names and say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Anna was still pouting over the fact that he still wouldn't let her carry the stupid groceries. Even though she insisted that she was fine, he simply ignored her complaints. When he asked what she wanted to eat, she gave him a hopeful face. "Can I make it? Please? My bruises are almost all gone now, and the cuts have healed completely. If something hurts, I'll tell you right away. Can I make lunch and dinner? Pleeeeaaase?" Of course, being the overprotective idiot that Eugene was, he never let her cook for the fear of burning herself or collapsing out of blood loss of something. She loved that about him, but she'd silently sworn to herself that she'd kill him if he found out.

It had been a little while since he'd found her half dead in an alley. She was almost completely better now, and they'd picked up her extra clothes and supplies from her place earlier during the week. Life was perfect, if she ignored the fact that the deadline was nearing with each minute. There were only two days left to make her decision - kill Eugene, and let the two innocent people die instead. She'd been putting it off, but there wasn't much time left now. The choice would have to be made soon.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

-Eugene "Flynn" Clarck-
Eugene sighed and started to put away the groceries, remaining silent as he thought it over. She'd been asking to do this and that around the apartment for a while now, but Eugene just couldn't let her do anything. It would be weird, having someone else do the jobs you'd done by yourself for so long. He hadn't cooked with anybody in almost thirty years and that probably would be the hardest to get used to. After a few minutes he sighed and glanced over his shoulder at Anna. "Okay, fine. You can help me make lunch and dinner." he said, almost as if he were annoyed, but his teasing smirk gave him away.
Anna wasn't that hard to live with, which probably was one of the main reasons Eugene had let her stay. She was nice and offered to help out with a lot of the housework, and she wasn't demanding. If she had been some bratty little diva who laid around and watched t.v all day, then he might of just kicked her out. Luckily for the both of them, she wasn't. He'd gotten to know her pretty well since he found her that night in the alley, well enough to know that she was hiding something. He didn't exactly know what, but figured it probably wasn't something too important or dangerous. Something from her past maybe, which was perfectly okay. Because he hadn't told her everything anyway.

[MichelCourfeyrac]

.:Finn Fools:.

I roll my eyes at her comment about me routing through her cupboards, "I may commit crimes, but none of them are as petty as stealing tea." I retort, rather childishly. She asks me to sit down, with that thing in her lap, and I hesitate, opening my mouth to insist otherwise, but before I can, she tells me to sit again. I slowly sit beside her, leaning away from the dog, "...Uh... Do I have to? I mean... I don't really... Do... dogs."

[Rivkah]

S p i d e r w e b
{{ Harmony Andrews }}

"You can leave the hacking to me, don't worry," she said sweetly. Blinking, she took a moment to ponder. She knew that the employers had their wits about them. They knew what they were doing. But why not hire other assassins? The classic - turn them against each other. Why not? But... There was something off about this. "If any of us assassins or spies want to survive this, we need to form alliances... Even if small," she said softly. With a sigh, she glanced over her shoulder, paranoid. She could rarely be relaxed.

[hawkeye.]

.The Mockingbird.

At the end of the day, all I do is cry over the names and say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Yesss! Finally, you stop treating me like a baby." Anna threw her hands up in fake exasperation. She smiled and helped him with the groceries. When they were done, she stood back up with her hand on our hips. "Alrighty. How about grilled cheese and tomato soup?" They had all the ingredients, and it was fairly quick to make.

All the while, her mind kept going over her two choices. Eugene or the innocent people. Eugene or the innocent... She just couldn't decide. Either sacrifice would haunt her for the rest of her, that was sure. Now all she had to decide was who she wanted to be haunted by.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

-Eugene "Flynn" Clarck-
Eugene chuckled and finished putting away all the groceries, a little happy twinkle in his eye the whole time. He crossed his arms and looked around the polished kitchen when they were done, thinking a moment before nodding to her suggestion. "Sure, grilled cheese sounds great." He went over to the fridge and started to pull out a few things, mostly butter, cheese and bread. "Get the tomato soup cans out of the pantry." he told her, gesturing to it with his elbow. The aging man wasn't quite sure if he wanted to ask Anna what was bothering her lately. She'd eventually tell him if she wanted to, and if she didn't, well that was her choice. He was sure that whatever it was couldn't be that important or life threatening, so he figured he'd just wait until she was ready to bring it up. Though, a little part of him couldn't help but nag and wonder what it was.

[hawkeye.]

.The Mockingbird.

At the end of the day, all I do is cry over the names and say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Yessir." Anna gave him a salute before opening the cabinet. She took out a can of soup, a measuring cup, and a saucepan, laying them out of the counter. Following the instructions on the back, she mixed up the necessary ingredients and set it on the stove, turning on the heat. As she stirred, her difficult situation swarmed her mind. "Eugene, have you ever been told to...finish somebody you cared about? Threatened in a way you couldn't straight out decline? What would you do?" The words just slipped out of her mouth, surprising her as she said them. She stirred the soup furiously, trying to hide her embarrassment.

[~Thor's Gurl<3~]

-Eugene "Flynn" Clarck-
Eugene smirked and made his way to the fridge. He pulled out the bread, butter, and cheese before grabbing a skillet from one of the bottom cabinets. The stove was only so big and she'd already started the soup so he decided to just supervise till she was done. "Careful, don't burn the house down." he said with a chuckle, crossing his arms and leaning back against the kitchen island. When she asked her question, he raised an eyebrow. He had been put in a few similar scenarios in his earlier days, but he hadn't had practice with something like that in a long time. "Yes....well, I thought it over a lot, and sometimes I told the person so we could plan something." he said awkwardly. He hadn't yet put two and two together so he was rather confused, and it showed.

[hotnoodle101]

((Anywhere I can jump in?))

[hawkeye.]

.The Mockingbird.

At the end of the day, all I do is cry over the names and say, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Anna slowed his furious stirring, looking back at Eugene with a confused look. There was also a sense of guilt, hidden under her mask of control. "But how would that help?" she asked. "Wouldn't that make them hate you and shove you away? Like they never knew you in the first place or something?" It didn't make sense to her; she'd been taught all her life that you should never tell your target what you plan to do. It was a danger to your life.

She wasn't exactly worried about her own life. The only thing that kept her from telling Eugene was because she honestly believed he would hate her for it, or worse: make her leave.

{Hmm. Which side is she going to be on later?}