The Park - Wednesday, just after 11pm

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was ready. Had been ready since Spy Tech this morning actually. After her check in on Cally at the clinic, she spent her afternoon shopping. She was now wearing black fitted pants, a black turtleneck, black boots and gloves. And after pulling her hair back in a low ponytail, she pulled a black fitted cap down over her head to just above her eyes. Slipping into her black vest, she made sure her camera was safely secured in the right front pocket.

Hurrying outside, she quickly made her way to the park, doing her best to hide behind trees until she found the perfect one. Her heart was thumping wildly at the adrenaline rush from trying to be sneaky, and she could hardly help her dorky grin when she found the tree she had been searching for. Annette did a quick survey of the area and then climbed up the tree. This was a little bit difficult for her since she was so short, but jumping and grabbing at the lowest branch aided her greatly.

It was dark, she really couldn't see that great, so she really hoped there were not creepy crawling things hiding amongst the branches. With a few grunts and groans she managed to work her way up and crawl on her belly outwards over a thick branch, hooking the toes of her boots against smaller fingering branches. Biting her bottom lip, she pulled out her infrared camera from her Spy Tech class this morning and braced her arms in front of her on the branch, aiming the camera down below.

"This is so cool."

(ooc: Open!! Anyone want to get their picture taken? Doing things that uh, might prove picture worthy? Without their consent? They will not be for public viewing, so you may be rest assured in that. Only M will be looking at them, and possibly her TA's. Please!! Pretty please? And if not, Annette is totally interruptible if you can find her.. you know, by shaking the tree or anything whatsoever!.. ;-)

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A squirrel in a fedora holding a pad of paper gave her a very confused look.

He scribbled something on his pad and held it up.

"Be yE losT?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She was focusing through her lense so she wasn't quite paying attention to who or what was speaking to her.

"Shh, you have to whisper. And no. I'm not lost. I'm working."

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

The squirrel wasn't used to being ignored.

It was an Ace Reporter Squirrel, after all. It had broken the story about Moron #4 jumping from the roof and everything.

So he threw a nut at Annette's head to get her attention, then scowled.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Ouch!" She swiped a hand at her head and looked around her. "What the heck?"

Just ahead of her sat a squirrel. With a hat and a pad of paper. And a pen.

It was fake. A tree decoration. She reached to her right and plucked off an acorn and threw it at the squirrel.

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi was going for a night-time stroll, grumbling under his breath as he stared at a crumpled peice of paper.

//"What an asshole..I can't believe he said these were worse than fourth grade writing! He obviously doesn't understand music!!"//

The pink-poof wasn't really sure why he was back in the park that night. Perhaps is was on the off-chance, he'd get to see blondy again and give him a good peice of his mind, or maybe it was just for some air... Either way, he walked down the paths of the park muttering a constant stream of annoyed Japanese.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh, what's this!" She whispered excitedly, focusing her camera on the slowly approaching figure.

"That's Japanese!" Closer...a little closer...

[badluckprodigy.livejournal.com]

Shuichi stopped for a moment in his forward movement, standing in the middle of the sidewalk to angst some more.

//"AUGH! Why do I even CARE about what he said?! He was just some stupid, uncultured, blond, smoker!!"// Shuichi grabs his pink hair in frusteration and shakes back and forth for a little while. If he hadn't already looked like a short, pink, child he surely did now.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Click. Click. Click.

This was good. Real good. Poor guy's going a bit crazy down there.

Click. Click.

Annette planned on using the whole roll of film.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Byron is walking through the park with a shovel on his way home.

What? A man can't walk through a park with his shovel?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette gasped! She knew who that was!

She shimmied her body along the branch for a better focusing advantage and looked down at him. A shovel? What the heck is he going to do with a shovel?

Click. Click.

[bluewindbreaker.livejournal.com]

Taking it out for some air of course...

Orpheus stopped almost directly under Annette and looked over his shoulder.

Did he just hear something just then?

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Sucked in her breath and held it, keeping herself perfectly still, her eyes wide on Dr. Orpheus below.

[slr-mercury.livejournal.com]

Ami went for a quick evening jog around the park. Backwards. What, it was good exercise.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She did a double take and nearly fell out of the tree. "What the?"

Click...click...click...

Backwards?

She was going to have some great photo's for M.

[queen-of-zagreb.livejournal.com]

Yitzhak had on a fabulous new dress, and a wig to match. Not to mention shoes that should by all rights defy the laws of physics should one try to walk in them.

And yet he was not only walking, he was sashaying.

And singing "I'll Stand By You" rather loudly to himself as he traipsed through the park.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Dear god, what is...who is that?"

Annette took a picture of the dress, the wig, the shoes... click..click..click..

Surely M wouldn't think this was obscene. Would she?

Then she moved her camera a little and stared, open-mouthed down at the manwomanperson.

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Nova was walking in the park, nothing especially interesting or suspicious, though the hood may have been frightening in the dark.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette narrowed her eyes at the approaching figure, and with a look at the hooded head, realized it might not have been the safest thing for her to do - coming out here at night alone.

But definitely picture worthy!

Click...click

[00-nova-00.livejournal.com]

Nova narrowed his eyes and looked around. No, nothing there. He kept walking.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy figured it was late enough that the park would be a safe place to emo. He let himself go a bit, before finally, kicking a tree.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette watched Billy approach, and she was grinning. Click.

But then he kicked the tree. What's this? A badmood Billy? Click.

She tilted her head and tried being very quiet while she moved just a bit, getting a better look at him.

(ooc: had to fix that lil typo!)

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy's next blow and frustrated grunt covered any noise she might have made. He tried to calm himself down, taking a deep breath, then pulled out his cell phone.

He looked around, as if making sure he wasn't being watched.

[rose-bad-wolf.livejournal.com]

Rose couldn't sleep and though her flat had a gorgeous garden she felt she needed more space to look-up the stars. She spotted a tree she could sit on to stargaze.

There was some rustling from above. Probably the infamous squirrels the Doctor warned her about.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Oh-No. Rose! Though chit-chatting would be really nice, but Annette was supposed to be trying to stay hidden.

What's she doing?

No, Rose. This is a bad tree. Drunk squirrel infested tree. You don't want to be here. Promise!

Annette wiggled a bit to the left, hoping that she did not cause any more attention to herself.

But that is when an acorn dropped down, smartly aiming for Roses forehead.

Crap.

Click.

[rose-bad-wolf.livejournal.com]

There was more rustling from above, Rose frowned looking-up and--

"Ow." The bloody acorn hit her on her bloody forehead and then she froze, there was someone up there among there branches, someone familiar. "Annette?"