Good evening to all ... how fast a chip can not resist and put the first episode of Aida ... I hope you will like ... =)
Good luck with the choices-_ ^ Under the cut
Name: Aida
Name: Castor
Occupation: Artist. So
stood out in his identity card ... professional artist. Its coverage. In reality did not live in his paintings and his art, which still adored, but lived much more. Profession real secret CIA agent.
And he looked at his badge: Agent No: 8962049
He stroked her picture printed in the portfolio and receiving response, caressed him as she caresses a dream come true.
It was very busy to enter the CIA and eventually, at the age of 23 years, there was success ... together with his best friend Lucas. He had learned many things. He knew how to move without being noticed, how to find information remain silent, how to kill without anyone noticing it.
Yes, his work was included death, was killed in the past and the first time he had been forced had been sick for the next few days. But then it was almost used to this idea. Sometimes it was necessary, though not pleasant. After all this had been taught in the Marine Corps, to kill with his bare hands silently. The first time was forced when the man in question, a trafficker of children, Lucas had a pinched view its confidential papers ... he wanted to avoid it but when she saw him pull out the knife was needed, so he had jumped on him breaking his neck.
"... What do you sleep standing up?" Lucas's voice had come to collect from his memories of his shoulders ... he had massaged the scar on the wrist that had managed to get on that occasion and had to his friend's smiling face with dirty hands of oil.
"The air conditioner works ..." he said sitting on the chair as if it were his home. In fact ... it was almost spent more time there than in his apartment.
"Thanks Cas - so he called it - I owe you one"
"I'll need more than one! - He replied - now the air conditioner, boiler last month and the car three months ago "
" The car I could fix it by myself ... are you who insisted on doing "
It was directed towards the kitchen and had poured into two glasses a bit 'of orange juice and was returned to him giving him a glass.
"That you deserve it"
"Thanks."
She sat looking at him ... she still did not know what was really among them, were united in friendship as well ... and perhaps even more than love. What I knew was that he was the most important part of his life ... he had never regretted having killed to save his life.
"Tonight six of us?" He asked Lucas kept watching.
"Yes, Molly called me at lunchtime to tell me that tonight is night pub!"
"Well ... now I gotta go, I have some thorny matter to be resolved"
"Your apartment?"
"Yeah ... "he mumbled remain vague.
had accompanied him to the door ... something told him that he had not told the whole truth, something to hide and she was very good at sniffing out lies or omissions. But he decided not to pursue ... if you wanted to talk to him he would have done.
"A Feather tonight", she had a grudge, he hated when he called her that! Everything was born of a child when he bet that he would never be able to pull it up ... but we had made, saying it was as light as a feather. What an idiot ... and it lasted is history!
"I hate when you call me ... Feather"
"I know why I call it fun!", He had winked at before giving her a kiss on the cheek and disappeared into his SUV.
She returned home to enjoy the coolness that it was finally returned within those walls. As she had no air conditioning! He looked at the clock, 16:50.
absolutely had to finish some research on the espionage case that they are dealing with Lucas.
It was Dimitri, another dear friend and colleague, to obtain the files that had managed to steal a Micol Gensini, the alleged leader of the Seattle underworld. What I knew was that dealt with the secrets the U.S. military to launch a powerful attack on the White House.
He inserted the disc ... the problem was that everything was protected by passwords and codes that Dimitri had failed to discover. That was his job.
She was there watching the screen ... damn it! It had been two hours and she was able to decode almost all codes. Almost one ... just could not find out! He was irritated
off ... it was able to find much on that day, she missed only the last file and luck was just what he wanted most.
It was headed toward the kitchen, not that he was a lover of cooking, the preferred take-away. But that night was to fend for herself. If she ate more oily the Chinese would have burst the liver. For dining smattato
had almost an hour in the kitchen when had the wrong dose of salt, when he had burned and when the salt was missing right ... but in the end had managed to flood the stomach, in some way.
"Wow!" He hissed when he saw that it was already nine. He had to prepare, take a shower and everything ... it was already late! Like a splinter
ran to the shower off their clothes and the way in infilandocisi holding a cry for water is still cold just opened.
almost died from the rush by going on the shampoo eyes that had burned for a good half hour.
He brushed my teeth, dried my hair and had collected.
He opened the closet, still wrapped nell'asciugamano, and had watched every suit, had at last taken the first things that had happened to pull.
trick fast and easy ... and it was ready as planned in late! Almost
had killed her stumbling on the stairs leading downstairs. He ignored the phone rang and it was stuck in the first taxi that was passing.
Five minutes later he was at the pub. A rustic country ... a lot. The dark wood staked to the center of the garden all around and the tables were adorned with some lights that rose from a pile of other fence. It was a Thursday night and that was the traditional meeting place on summer evenings.
He saw Lucas and Jake, her brother, intent on talking to who knows what ... probably games for the playstation. From UbiSIMsoft who worked at his brother did not talk about anything else. There were also
Molly, Sean, Jennifer and Gregory were already seated at the table ... all she needed was.
"Sorry I'm late!" She squealed brought before them.
A chorus of 'It's about time' was lifted and she was found sitting in front of you already Bayliss with a glass of ice.
"I ordered for you ... right?" Lucas smiled his arm on her shoulder. We guessed ... always knew even better than he knew herself.
He sipped whiskey cream and then go back to look at him smiling, "Indovinatissimo"
were the usual five people ... those were his group of friends: Molly was screwed ... always with the head in the clouds, dreaming of true love but did not disdain to find hot adventures. He had known in high school and now works in an art gallery.
Jennifer was the opposite of Molly, cynical and discouraged about the male gender ... at least until he found that Gregory had changed and restored confidence in the couple's life. But the cynicism was not changed. It was perfect for his work in public relations. Pragmatics and gets straight to the point bluntly.
Gregory fact, with his cheerful and optimistic side, the friend had scratched the barrier. First he was a Don Giovanni and jumping from bed to bed, essentially as Lucas, worked on Wall Street, a shareholder.
He liked to swim against the tide and make decisions that are not common but almost always yielded to him.
Then there was Sean, a musician in the grass. From what he knew about two years, was always in search of label that could break through it ... but so far without success. He was a legend! He loved to joke and always had a joke ready. There was also a parenthesis sentimental, perhaps more sexual, but that was diminished after a few appointments. Perfect as a friend but as an imperfect partner. Characters incompatible.
Molly was immediately jumped next showing pictures of his last vacation in Thailand.
"This sucks, but the locusts have eaten?" He asked in horror ripped from his hands while the picture where she ate a grasshopper, perhaps fried.
"Why not ... with a little 'salt maybe you are good," he chuckled Greg making them the tongue.
"Why not? You have to try in life to say that something is not good "
" It is good? "Lucas had asked curiously.
"... Ehm. No! "Everyone was
laughed and continued the evening was so quiet ... and fun.
"Guys ... I leave you alone and I'm going home"
"... I'll go," Lucas took his jacket without even giving them time to respond.
"I wanted to close ..."
"Why not!"
"Street-had begun to say Sean-oh also admit that you're lost in love ... "Why
still insist? They were friends, just friends!
"He took a piece of paper and had they not fired at," The usual idiot! "
A chorus of hello and the two found themselves alone through the streets of New Yorkers.
Her house was not far along the way ... had enjoyed the sounds of the city ... it was like a piece Jazz ... "You ... You dun dun ..." he hummed along an imaginary rhythm.
"What are you doing?"
"Listening to the music"
"Are you gone mad?" Lucas looked at her question certain that his friend was about to lose his mind at any moment.
"Come on ... ... you hear the music of the city, away from the music of the disco? And those guys in the corner playing the bongo dancing on it? And even if you're careful you'll hear sounds of jackhammers and car horns ... "
" I call this the "noise
" Because you have the feeling of an elephant. "
" I watch too much Sex & The City ... "He laughed and
then he started to sing ignoring it.
"Here I am ... want to go?"
"It 's already one step ... Eric Shepard tomorrow we HAMMERS accurate to 8.00 "
" uuh ... the guy to do well tonight? "
" Maybe you can offer me a glass of coca-cola "
He did not say anything else coming in and receiving outdated.
No time to sit down that the bell was ringing like crazy ... that sound to music, the incessant melody ... it was certainly his brother Jake.
"Enter ... we are at war you have all this frenzy?", His debut being in front of the little face-dog Jake.
"You gotta help me!" Had begun without noticing invitations to join in the chair and sat down on the ceiling that was in front of the sofa where Aida and Lucas were sitting.
"What if one may ask?"
"You must help me to win Molly"
"I? - Had rubbed my eyes - and how you think I can do?! Do not miss the opportunity to see mica "
" I know ... but I do not know, I'm not good with women "
" Maybe you should ask this here ... Casanova, "grinning and Lucas had indicated he had taken an elbow.
"I leave you to your nonsense ..." stood up and sluggish Jake had just robbed the place on the sofa next to Lucas, as she heard them confabulation melted my hair and put on his pajamas ... was tired of being with those boots, would start to warm a little later.
He washed his face and then came back into the living room where Lucas had lit a cigarette, contrary to what she liked.
"... Ehm ... I hate that cigarette smoke in the house!"
"Come on, just one!"
"We do not smoke it myself in my house, you got to smoke it?" He had seen
rolled his eyes to heaven, do one last shot and turn it off angrily.
"Well ... it is 'm late ... I salute you people! "Jake stood up from the sofa with a new smile on his face. For a moment he was sorry to be gone upstairs ... what the devil had told Lucas?! Of course ... because he changed woman with the same speed at which she changed underwear did not doubt his skills seducer.
"Hello Jake ..." gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving that Lucas also greeted with a hearty pat on the shoulder.
And Jake was placed.
"This coca-cola?" Lucas looked at her with his usual crooked smile as he sat on the chair of the dining table.
"It's coming!", Had disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two full glasses.
"Tonight ... why were you silent?"
"Problems of rent ...."
"I still want to evict?"
"is not ... I wish it did."
"That means he has done? You are away from home? Since when? "
" Since yesterday afternoon ... "
" And sorry if I'm intruding ... but where did you sleep? "
" Art of the ... never mind! "Aida
sighed deeply from the first pull a pat on the head .
"You're an idiot!"
"Ouch, you hurt me ..."
"You deserve an idiot! May I ask why do not you tell me? "
" I did not grieve with my problems "
looked at him seriously ... this thing did not like at all ... know that without a roof over their head was certainly a source of concern for her and could not stand the fact that he did not gliel'avesse said. He and his mania to want to protect it from everything and everyone! Sure it was nice that he is so caring for her ... but wanted to know when he had problems.
In his little head was already sprung the idea: host until he found other accommodation. But one part was afraid ... of course, already practically lived with him, but to live was something else. He was a perfectionist and her untidy ...
What should he do?
*** SCENARIO A: THE HOST BY YOU
Lucas knows how? 17 years! How can you ignore his precarious condition?! He needs help and she should give it to them! Can not let him sleep under a bridge. After all, most already spend time together ... the only difference is that sleeping there too. Then it is not fixed but temporary accommodation until they find a place of her own.
SCENARIO B: NOT THE HOSTS.
Here demonstrate the true friends know ... that should offer hospitality but fears that their relationship may be affected. After all characters are opposites in terms of lifestyle. He ordered her disorder. Him early and you sleepyhead ... no, do not want to risk damaging that relationship that is so beautiful.
Ok, already living together in practice ... but live is different.
understand him without question.
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