The Department of Anomalous Operatives (DAO)

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

Suddenly there is a yell and loud crash coming from the rec room, the lights in the entire building flicker and the ones closest to the rec room pop

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

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*I FINALLY HAVE A CONSISTENT CHARACTER TO USE HERE*

There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

 Another pop. 

"I have a bubble gum addiction. If I don't have it I go feral." Boaz says this line without the anxious verbal additives, almost like he's gone over it a million times over before. "I'll chew through anything. That paintbrush, your arm, your skull, that wall, even that beautiful painting of yours. All without remorse until after the matter is finished."

He blinks. "Um, but...er...don't worry. I'm um- I'm stable right now. Eh, the DOA or um, whatever, said they would...said they would give me all the gu...gum I need. Whats- what's your uhm, anomaly?

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

 Another pop. 

"I have a bubble gum addiction. If I don't have it I go feral." Boaz says this line without the anxious verbal additives, almost like he's gone over it a million times over before. "I'll chew through anything. That paintbrush, your arm, your skull, that wall, even that beautiful painting of yours. All without remorse until after the matter is finished."

He blinks. "Um, but...er...don't worry. I'm um- I'm stable right now. Eh, the DOA or um, whatever, said they would...said they would give me all the gu...gum I need. Whats- what's your uhm, anomaly?

 Finn picks up a can of white paint and tosses the majority of it over the painting. He then starts to sniff and run his nose. After a second, he sneezes and, where he was is a gamecube controller.

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There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

 Another pop. 

"I have a bubble gum addiction. If I don't have it I go feral." Boaz says this line without the anxious verbal additives, almost like he's gone over it a million times over before. "I'll chew through anything. That paintbrush, your arm, your skull, that wall, even that beautiful painting of yours. All without remorse until after the matter is finished."

He blinks. "Um, but...er...don't worry. I'm um- I'm stable right now. Eh, the DOA or um, whatever, said they would...said they would give me all the gu...gum I need. Whats- what's your uhm, anomaly?

 Finn picks up a can of white paint and tosses the majority of it over the painting. He then starts to sniff and run his nose. After a second, he sneezes and, where he was is a gamecube controller.

 Boaz's eyes widen (the only noticable difference being his raised brows however, his eyes are so small) and he kneels down next to gamecube-controller-finn, watching the toy closely. 

"Urm, F-Finn?" He shifts anxiously, a big bubble popping on his nose and sticking. He peels it from his skin and shoves it back in his mouth, biting his tongue while doing so, hoping that the urge would stay quiet. 

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*I FINALLY HAVE A CONSISTENT CHARACTER TO USE HERE*

There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

 Another pop. 

"I have a bubble gum addiction. If I don't have it I go feral." Boaz says this line without the anxious verbal additives, almost like he's gone over it a million times over before. "I'll chew through anything. That paintbrush, your arm, your skull, that wall, even that beautiful painting of yours. All without remorse until after the matter is finished."

He blinks. "Um, but...er...don't worry. I'm um- I'm stable right now. Eh, the DOA or um, whatever, said they would...said they would give me all the gu...gum I need. Whats- what's your uhm, anomaly?

 Finn picks up a can of white paint and tosses the majority of it over the painting. He then starts to sniff and run his nose. After a second, he sneezes and, where he was is a gamecube controller.

 Boaz's eyes widen (the only noticable difference being his raised brows however, his eyes are so small) and he kneels down next to game-cube-controller-finn, watching the toy closely. 

"Urm, F-Finn?" He shifts anxiously, a big bubble popping on his nose and sticking. He peels it from his skin and shoves it back in his mouth, biting his tongue while doing so, hoping that the urge would stay quiet. 

 After a few seconds, the controller sneezes and Finn returns. His hair is even more messed up and his shirt is backwards. He looks grumpy. “That’s my anomaly.”

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*I FINALLY HAVE A CONSISTENT CHARACTER TO USE HERE*

There's a 'pop' and a boy rounds the corner, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his jeans, his belt sitting on the outside a couple of the pant loops. He wears a white undershirt along with a green button up that's open, the top left pocket bulging with some kind of content. His awkward body language in his broad form is reflected in his eyes, beady things that dart about frantically and anxiously. The boys hair is in an 80's styled mullet, the only part about him that seems to be intentionally messy. His mouth has a perpetual stain of red around it and he blows a bubble with his gum, a vibrant pink like in the cartoons. There's another loud crack as it pops. 

 As he rounds the corner, he spots a young boy. Probably about 15. He has messy blonde hair and gray eyes. He’s wearing a large tyedye shirt and jeans stained with paint. He’s surrounded by paint cans and is currently making a mural on the wall of the DAO. Hi nose is red and looks inflamed.

 The boy with the bubble gum stains approaches the painter, popping and blowing bubbles as he walks. He reaches the boy with the messy blonde hair and leans over next to him, examining the painting.

"Um, hi. I'm, er, Boaz," he says, take a hand from his pocket and extends it in greeting, revealing his chewed up fingernails. "Uhm, I'm new."

 The kid jumps a little, he was pretty invested in painting. “Oh, hi. I’m Finn.” His hands are covered in paint, so he doesn’t shake Boaz’s hand. The painting he’s making is of a slew of different breeds of cats.

 Boaz jams his hand back into his pocket, cheeks going a bit red. There's pop, followed by another, as his chewing picks up it's pace. "Um, nice to meet you Finn. Those...erm, cats looks nice. You um, like cats?"

 “Eh. I was bored and I didn’t have much to paint.” Finn stands back a little to get a full view of his painting. “What’s your anomaly?”

 Another pop. 

"I have a bubble gum addiction. If I don't have it I go feral." Boaz says this line without the anxious verbal additives, almost like he's gone over it a million times over before. "I'll chew through anything. That paintbrush, your arm, your skull, that wall, even that beautiful painting of yours. All without remorse until after the matter is finished."

He blinks. "Um, but...er...don't worry. I'm um- I'm stable right now. Eh, the DOA or um, whatever, said they would...said they would give me all the gu...gum I need. Whats- what's your uhm, anomaly?

 Finn picks up a can of white paint and tosses the majority of it over the painting. He then starts to sniff and run his nose. After a second, he sneezes and, where he was is a gamecube controller.

 Boaz's eyes widen (the only noticable difference being his raised brows however, his eyes are so small) and he kneels down next to game-cube-controller-finn, watching the toy closely. 

"Urm, F-Finn?" He shifts anxiously, a big bubble popping on his nose and sticking. He peels it from his skin and shoves it back in his mouth, biting his tongue while doing so, hoping that the urge would stay quiet. 

 After a few seconds, the controller sneezes and Finn returns. His hair is even more messed up and his shirt is backwards. He looks grumpy. “That’s my anomaly.”

 At the sudden return of Finns body, Boaz jumps. He seems very on edge, his shoulders rising defensively. "O-oh. Shapeshifting? That's uh, cool. Um..." He looks around. "Where...eh...is everyone e- everyone else?"

*Can you do a quote cut mate*

Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

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Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

 Rex walks into the room. “Hi…”

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Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

 Rex walks into the room. “Hi…”

 “Oh, uh, hi. How are you?”

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”Not sure. I’ve just been painting. Check the rec room. Or the cafeteria.”

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”Not sure. I’ve just been painting. Check the rec room. Or the cafeteria.”

 Kiano walks in. “Who’s the newest kid?”

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”Not sure. I’ve just been painting. Check the rec room. Or the cafeteria.”

 Boaz shifts uncomfortably. "Uh, right. Um, whi- which direction is...uh- um..." His voice trails off as he points his fingers around. Another pop of his gum.  

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Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

 Rex walks into the room. “Hi…”

 “Oh, uh, hi. How are you?”

 “Good… you? I’m Rex.”

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Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

 Rex walks into the room. “Hi…”

 “Oh, uh, hi. How are you?”

 “Good… you? I’m Rex.”

 

 “I’m good. I’m Graham.”

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Graham is reading a book. His hands are bruised.

 Rex walks into the room. “Hi…”

 “Oh, uh, hi. How are you?”

 “Good… you? I’m Rex.”

 

 “I’m good. I’m Graham.”

 “What’s your anomaly?”