#misspxuling

/vampire spy/ *deep breath*

Miss Pauling, 

finding out about vampire spy

The scout can't help but feel a pang of anxiety run out into his brain and into his entire body when he sees the familiar purple shade that is in this lady's uniform.

It was just as well he happened to have been doing target practice with his Sandman and some cans before he had spotted her, right?

It wasn’t a secret that she was rather tired of the complaints of the maps. Almost everyone had their least favorite map, and she would no doubt hear something from someone about the lakes.

So, when Spy began to grumble about them, she formed a plan. It wasn’t spiteful, no, but the little shove had her grinning ear to ear that she finally got to do something about someone’s complaining. The threat made her brows arch; she began to back up, almost similar to Scout in how she wasn’t exactly taking his threat seriously.

Ten seconds.

He stood, his suit positively dripping as it clung to his body. With a disdainful grimace, he walked out of the shallows, sending a glare her way.

He had every intention of throwing her in there, given the opportunity of catching her.

One second.

☂: Shove them into a body of water.

    “These matches are filthy.” Spy was attempting to straighten his half-drenched suit, complaining about how he hated any map with any body of water at all. That, or fighting in the rain. He had been in the middle of wading his way to safety after sapping a sentry and narrowly escaping the fate of an angered Engineer's wrench, when Miss Pauling had run in to call the mercenaries off from the fight. Dangerous— but no one would shoot her. Besides, she knew where to stand in complete safety-- by the intercom, which was within the Resupply Room. She was only on the field now to greet several of them, as well as pull some aside for a brief chat. 

     His Dead Ringer ran out with a noisy clatter and zip, offering a polite greeting before falling into step beside her as the teams began backing off the field.

     "That lake probably has enough bacteria to kill a man alo--"

     His statement was cut short as he fumbled, a certain someone having turned on him suddenly and shoved his waist. He fell in with an ungraceful splash, flail and shout, any inch of his suit that was formerly dry now sopping and filthy.

     There he sat, flat on his ass, half-submerged in the shallows of the dingy lake.

     "Miss Pauling." He breathed through his nose slowly, cold eyes rising, brows lowered. 

opinion on.

character in general. MISS PAULING. I LOVE MISS PAULING. MISS PAULINGGGGGGGGGGGGhow they play them. really well !!!the mun. don’t know them personally, so i can't say much

do i.

rp with them. nooooooooowant to rp with them. YES

what is my.

overall opinion. MISS PAULING

"Tired… He could have lived, Spy. I could have stopped him; I was right there.”

"You can't blame yourself for this, Miss Pauling. That man did not want to live anymore, regardless of how much you wanted him to. He did not care about that.