1 on 1 RP (Closed :D)

(Ok, what kind should it be? Like, a warning?)

(Yah pretty much. It can be as creepy as you want it to be.)

(Cool, give me a few minutes)

(Okay)

Saffi's Letter:

Heyyy Safs,
Hope you're still pursuing your dream of being a zoologist! Maybe you'll be super famous…hmmm.
Now, the main problem. There's an organization. They say they want to help but momma says that's not true.
You need to stop them…Hope they're not still watching you! Remember to love yourself!
Oh, and you'll need to go here. Have fun saving the world and stuff!

Silvan Storage Units
Lakeside Avenue
New York, New York 10001

Deer futre me,

Hi! You probably arent going too beleive me, but theres this orginazition that says they will help you, but their lying. Do not trust them, but someone else nos, I think. Also theres this place you need two go. Heres the adrass:

Silvan Storage Units
Lakeside Avenue
New York, New York 10001

Davis folded the note and stuck it in his pocket. Wow he couldn't write back then. He was at the address, though, now what? He looked around the area and found someone else, "Hey! Who are you?" he shouted.

Saffi lifted her head slightly and looked at him. "H-Hey. I'm Saffi," she stuttered. She looked around to see if there was anyone else but saw no one. She waved at him.

Davis waved back, "Why are you here?" he asked as he walked towards the girl.

Saffi moved a piece of hair out of her face. "I got a note, from myself. I know . . . that probably sounds weird." Her voice was quiet

Davis hesitated, "So did I," he finally admitted, "Was it about…" he trailed off, and waited to see if she would finish the thought.

"A possibly deadly organization? Ya…it was," she replied. She rubbed her eyes as if she hadn't slept in days. She clutched a book close to her chest and looked at him.

"So… what now?" Davis rubbed the back of his head.

"Umm…" Saffi looked around. "We explore?" Saffi didn't like the idea, but what other choice did they have at that point? She walked over to a wall with pictures everywhere.

"Ok," Davis walked over to a pile of crates and started rummaging through them.

"Woh…these are so old," She said more to herself than to Davis. She finished looking at the pictures and found nothing that seemed important so she walked over and started helping Davis with the crates.

"What's this about?" Davis pulled out a book and blew the dust off the book.

"Hmmm…The title's in another language…" she stated. "Wait..you already knew that didn't you." Saffi cursed silently. She let a piece of hair fall in front of her face.

(What should the title be? I can't think of anything to call it :P)

(Errr… "Buena Onda"? Lol, I honestly don't know. Could be like the organization's catchphrase or something.)

(What should their phrase be? Just say it in English and I'll translate it)

(I just said it in Spanish… it's good wave, or good vibes. To make people think they are a good organization or something.)

(Oh, sorry. I was confused :P)

(That's fine :3)

(Buenas vibras is good vibes)

(Lol I looked it up, I don't actually know Spanish that well soooo…)

(No problem)

(Ya…Shall we continue?)

"It's called 'Buenas Vibras,'" Davis said, "'Good Vibes,' if you don't know Spanish."

"Oh…that's um…weird," she said, her voice quieter than usual. Saffi played with a bracelet on her wrist.

"What could it be about…?" he wondered. He read it then translated it in his head, then told the girl what it said, "'We, the Organization, know what's best for the public. We tell them that, then force them to obey us. In a few generations, they'll forget how we came to power and obey us.'"