Monica, Anna, and Nichole

I wish I could draw poses like this without reference pictures.  I also wish I could draw faces and eyes properly ;_;

Anna/Nichole/Monica Doodle

Their initial dealings at the Hyacinth Towers. Ignore the suckiness.

Bar Fight

From Monica's/Anna's/Nichole's story thingy XD

How Monica and Nichole Met Part 1

So this part I imagine happening a few months after Nichole's incident

The F-Team

Mission: How Nichole and Monica Met

            The party was stupid and boring and nobody was within ten years of her age. It was all old, rich, snobby people and their incredibly young and annoying grandchildren, not that she would have been much more enthusiastic about the situation if there were people her age around. Monica strode out to the front yard by herself; away from the fancy party her parents had forced her to attend with them. Yes, she knew it was the dead of night and incredibly cold outside but it was her only alternative to being around people.

           The wind whipped at the hem of the black cocktail dress her mother had forced her to wear and her hair blew into her eyes, getting caught in her glasses, as she stepped out the front door. She was a little dismayed by what surrounded her. There was a beautiful garden, filled with breathtaking fountains and exotic flowers of every kind and color that only increased in beauty in the moonlight, but that was not what caught her off guard. There were streetlights and other houses and civilization in general. Growing up in a rural part of the area had made her sensitive to these things, as they were such a rarity near her home.

          Monica walked down to the curb and glanced up and down the street amazed by the proximity of the other houses. While she was adjusting to the seemingly bizarre situation, she noticed a small figure suddenly appear under a streetlamp down the block. Initially, she thought the person just appeared small because of distance but as the figure approached it became clear that this was a rather small person. A young girls face peeked out from underneath the hood on the approaching figure. Though the girl was young she wasn’t much younger than Monica, who was only fifteen at the time.

          The girl looked up as she approached and glared at Monica who stood directly in her path. She slowed to a stop as she approached and neither girl said a word for several very long, tense moments as each girl stared into the others eyes hoping to catch a glimpse of motive or reasoning. As it became clear to Monica that the girl would not speak without provocation, she tried to think of something to say in the way of a greeting.

           “Why are you standing out here in the cold by yourself just staring at nothing?” the girl said in a polite but edgy and somewhat demanding voice. The question frightened her, mostly because she did not expect the girl to speak.

           “I-I umm, well, I don’t know really.” Monica’s voice could barely be heard above the wind but the girl understood her no problem. “What about you?’ Monica spat back in a failed attempt at wit and originality, but at least with more conviction than before.

           “It doesn’t matter,” the girl growled softy as she shifted her jacket o reveal the handle of a gun sticking from the waistband of her jeans. Instead of being frightened by the gesture as the girl had intended, a twisted sort of grin began to erupt from Monica’s face. She took a step back and a full-blown smile appeared.

          “Wanna see something really cool?” Monica inquired already knowing she wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. “Can I see a single bullet?” she added, again not prepared to accept a negative answer.  The girl pulled the gun from her waistband reluctantly but with some subtle signs of excitement bubbling around her eyes.

             Monica took the bullet as the girl proffered it and knelt down on the ground, dumping a collection of seemingly useless crap from the small handbag she was carrying onto the cement sidewalk. The girl knelt down as well trying to get a better look at what was being done but Monica was bend over her hands working intently for a few moments before sitting back up and returning most of the assortment of junk of the ground to her purse, except for a few paper gum wrappers, a box of matches, the now empty bullet casing and a strange dark paste the had appeared on the ground suddenly.

            “Stand back and watch this.” Monica grinned maniacally as she struck a match and lit the gum wrappers stuck in the black goo. The display of pyrotechnics was amazing for only a few short moments of work. Red and orange sparks shot four feet into the air, sizzling and popping for several minutes before finally petering out in a multicolored final fizzle. “That was louder than I expected” Monica said with a sense of anti-climax.

            “Can you show me how to do that?” The girl asked with a bit of a nervous edge to her voice. Before Monica could respond though, she noticed the girl jerk stiffly and suddenly. Monica glanced over her shoulder and saw a cop car rolling slowly down the street. Without a word, Monica began to walk back toward the mansion-esque house from whence she had come. The girl took the hint and began to continue on her path as well but before either girl made it more than a few feet Monica jumped back around ad asked hesitantly, “Do you have a name?”

            The girl smiled softly and responded, with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, “Nichole.”

Monica, Anna and Nichole Backstory...

Here we go: here's how anna, Monica and I met! Eventually Either myself or someone else will write how Johnny, laura, jennifer and Natalie meet us three :)

The bar was filled with young, desperate men. Anna, though tough (and indifferent) wasn't used to this crowd. She had lived a life of discipline; Both her parents had been involded in the armed forces, though her mother's airforce background had influenced Anna the most. She looked around the filthy bar, trying to comprehend what she imagined the rest of her life to look like. She hadn't meant to punch the lieutenant for his remark, but at the same time, her pride wouldn't have let her walk away from the discrimmination, the sexism, without making a stand. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her shoulder and yanked hard. Anna twirled around, more surprised than anything. A young man, maybe in his mid 20's, stared drunkenly at her. It was impossible to mistake the intent in his eyes... He could barely keep his eyes on her smooth face. Anna felt the usual anger build up, but she surpressed it. It was a miracle she hadn't been jailed for the incident at the naval ship, and she didn't want her life to sink to a brand new low just hours after her dishonorable discharge. Just as she turned back towards the bar, Anna saw a fist launch into the man's face, and heard a drunken yelp. Standing above the man was a woman, wearing boots and a striped shirt, glaring angrily at the now unconscious face. Anna was shocked: Who was this girl, and what possessed her to punch this, annoying but potentially harmeless man?

The mysterious girl saved Anna the awkwardness of asking those questions. "Can you believe that jerk? Sorry, but he was making a move for you... And it didn't look like you wanted to get involved. Oh, I'm Nichole. Who are you?"

"oh, umm, I'm Anna."

"Anna? Oh, ok. Hey, let me introduce you to my friend Monica. Hey, Monica!"
With that, a tall, bookish lady walked over from accross the room. She seemed timid to Anna, yet she possesed a calm, sure quality about herself. No one could mess with her. She sat on the other side of Nichole, and barely mumbled a 'hello' at Anna.
"So, how are you? That guy'll be fine... He'll wake up in an hour maybe, but he'll have a huge headache."

Anna carefully considered her answer. She had no idea who these people were, and the one called Nichole seemed kinda violent. "Well, I just lost my... Uh, job."

"Oh, that's not good."

"Yea, I know."

Anna searched her brain for something to say. Turning to Monica, she asked, "So, do you fight too?" As soon as she said it, Anna knew it was a stupid thing to say. The shock on both of their faces temporarily impeded their abilities to speak. Finally, Monica mumbled, "No... No, I work with explosives..."

Anna wasn't sure if she was joking, but the surprise and anger that crossed Nichole's face implied that Monica spoke the truth. "What?!!? Why on earth did you tell her that? Oh God..."

"What? Explosives? Why is that bad? I like explosives... I think."

Monica took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Well, umm.. Well, I kinda, I kinda..."

Nichole, with a much more controlled tone, slowly muttered "Ok, Anna, don't panic. Walk with us, we're going outside."


***

An hour later, Anna stared at her companions through the screen that separeted the front seats from the back seats in their ford van. Everything they had told her was, well, surprising and illegal, to say the least. Nichole and Monica were rogue soldiers of fortune. They traveled from motel to hotel, searching out any scum that the cops had missed. "It certaintly explained why Nichole punched that drunk guy." Anna thought. They had asked her to join their outfit, to become a warrior in the fight against social injustice. Anna might have said no.. She knew she would have walked away, except that she had no job, no means of supporting herself. Nichole and Monica, on the other hand, were filthy rich. Once Anna had told them her real story, including the airforce incident, they begged her to be their pilot. "What the hell? Its a paying job, right?" she thought.


***


As the car slowly rolled to a stop, Anna saw a filthy hotel light flicker. Nichole opened her door, and frowned slightly. "I know this isn't a 5 star resort, but places like these are full of jerks that the cops are too stupid to catch. This is where we find most of our targets."

"I see..."

Monica spoke up for the first time in over an hour. "You better get some sleep. We're going to hit up a nice resort tomorrow-this guy two rooms over said he's going to unload a bunch of drugs in room 217 of some resort... I think its owned by the millionare they call 'Alex'."

Anna nodded. She knew she had made a dramatic choice earlier. Never again would she fly in the air force.. Now, she was working with two dangerous women who, in fact, detested the military, or at least the American military system. She supposed she could get used to it, this new life she picked up in a bar. She would have to, she couldn't back out now. She sighed, took one last look at the ford van, and walked into her hotel room. "A drug bust at Alex's hotel? What did I get myself into?" She thought. "Well, it doesn't matter... Get a good night's sleep, don't think about it..." Little did she know, one little drug bust would change the course of her entire life.


I severely apologize for all the errors... Its like 11:46 or something & I'm super tired :p

Monica's Backstory Part 1

Because Laura is a poopy butt who annoyed me until I posted it :DD

The F-Team

Mission: Explain Why Monica is a Headcase

On the morning of her fourth birthday, Monica awoke with the sun. She knew it would be one of the best days of her life. She was yet to learn why, but Alfred, her family butler, had been telling her she would receive a very special present today.

Though she was young, she was adept at dressing herself and tying her shoes. This allowed her to get ready and sneak down the servants’ staircase in the back of the mansion. There was already a small amount of traffic on the staircase but it didn’t matter; the servants who worked in the home were far more loyal to Monica than her parents. She was intelligent and charming and, despite her age, was far less demanding than her parents. All of the residents of the servants’ quarters were used to her company and enjoyed it very much. This allowed her to pass down the staircase without the worry of being scolded.

Once downstairs, she politely asked a cook to allow her our back. From there, she ran as fast as her legs would take her towards the pigpen. She knew that once her parents awoke she would not be allowed near the filth of the animal cages without supervision and there was no way she would be allowed to actually come in contact with the animals. Sneaking clumsily under the bars of the cage, she hurried to hug her favorite piglet (whom she had mentally named Duchess) before she was overtaken by cries for attention by all the inhabitants of the cage.

An hour in the cages of the various animals raised on her family farm was all the time Monica was allowed at that moment. She knew she should go back inside to bathe and change in order to continue keeping her time with the animals a secret. As she climbed haphazardly over a wooden fence, a very young calf caught her shoelaces and would not let them go. As she fell back into the cage, she prepared to be angry but, upon seeing the small black cow and looking into it’s large brown eyes, she simply removed her shoelace and let the cow continue chewing it as she tried once more to climb out of the cage.

After returning the house and hiding all traces of her morning adventure, Monica waited patiently in the breakfast nook for her parents to come greet her with her birthday presents. While she waited, servants came and went some leaving treats for her, others brought breakfast; others still left her with hugs and birthday wishes. 

Monica's Backstory...kinda

So, basically, I've been trying to write my back story for forever and I'm having major writer's block but I basically know what is going to happen I just can't put it in words that make sense. So while i fumble with words here's a doodle based on my idea of my back story. Please forgive affront to human anatomy and pretend it looks like little Monica is hugging the cow. 

MIR

Yes, I just happened to have the Mission Impossible theme song stuck in my head.  >.> Problem officer? 

Oh god what is this?? XD

We're playing a video game of some sort.  Nichole looks like she's winning, Anna's laughing at us, Jennifer is betting money on the outcome, Suzy's being cool, Laura's threatening Natalie with a knife, and Monica's hanging out with Pluto.  Oh god, I'm tired XD  It's sooo ugly......

Based on Laura's "Rope Doodle" Part 1

This is just the beginning. Mostly, i kind of want to make sure it makes sense before i keep writing. This is based on a convoluted story i made up as the background of Laura's "Rope Doodle"

The F-Team.

Mission: Get attacked by Doug’s dogs.

They rode the elevator to the top floor, burying themselves in waves of whispered curses. Nichole and Suzy were openly furious, while Laura and Jennifer kept their sentiments to themselves despite their anger and fear being palpable. Monica kept her head down and her thoughts to herself in order to not provoke anyone more than she already had. Her actions were the reason for the failure of their previous mission and the cause of their current predicament. 

Nichole stormed into the penthouse that served as their headquarters at the head of the pack, as always. She bellowed for Natalie, who supposedly arrived ten minutes ahead of them. Monica began and continued to spew apologies until Pluto, being as overly sensitive to his owner’s emotions as he was, wrapped himself around her ankle, begging for attention. The rest of the team settled violently into the luxurious chairs and sofas around the room, all wondering the same thing, “What happens next?”

They had never screwed up quite so badly before. Monica had accidentally triggered a security alarm no one knew about and forced them to clear out of their intended target before they were able to get rid of any forensic evidence. Despite their current state of panic, knowing every piece of evidence they had left behind gave them a distinct advantage. Being professional criminals also gave them a distinct advantage but they all assumed that.

While Nichole stormed around the room, waiting for Natalie to arrive, everyone’s doubts and fear began to grow. The adrenaline from their quick and clumsy flight was wearing off and terrifying visions of the uncertainty lying ahead took its place. Most of the evidence left behind was fairly damning and the whole team knew that the police were eager to convict them of anything.

Knowing that they were relatively screwed didn’t stop anyone from trying to think up ways out of the punishment that awaited them. Jennifer’s plan involved a cunning and patience that none of them possessed. Monica’s involved enough explosives to put the entire police force out of commission and draw the attention of most of the country, which would for sure get them caught. But these unrealistic plans plus the rest of the outrageous plans everyone had formed would come together, like they always did, and form a very near flawless plan that would save their collective asses.

When Natalie finally arrived, Anna was close on her tail and the tension in the air could have suffocated anybody unfamiliar with the scenario at hand. In their typical fashion, no one said a word until they had all assured themselves, to the best of their ability, that these were indeed members of the team and not imposters. Natalie immediately getting through the security system on their computer was their first big hint.

         
“What do you need me to do?” She smiled innocently, trying to ignore the fact she was undeniably about to commit several felonies.

Pluto

Another doodle cause I'm bored and all the people I'm drawing look weird D:

Monica's Bio

Bio number three!! Jennifer is next.

Monica and Pluto

I had to do it XD.....don't ask about the failed explosive device in your back pocket......I may have to steal one of your ratties for my picture :D

Monica's Story :D

Monica sent me this over email:

The F-Team Mission X

The piercing ring of the phone made her jump as she drove down the highway so late at night. “Answer” she spoke slowly so her hands free device would understand. As she heard the ringing stop she spoke “Hello?” The response wasn’t a shock.

“Get over here,” Laura’s voice stung after the quite drive she had been enjoying.

            “Okay, I’ll be right there.” Nichole quickly checked her mirrors and her blind spot, although she already knew she was the only car around for miles, then swung across the four lanes highway, getting off at the next exit. Though quite annoying, she had to admit Laura’s timing was dead on. The timing of the phone call had allowed her to get off the highway less than a block from the apartment.

            The blackness of night had stolen the color from the bright flower arrangements that led into the complex. Your average person might have found it creepy but Nichole preferred it this way, as she knew her teammates did as well. The walls were stone and gray brick that cast subtle but incredibly eerie shadows across themselves without sunlight present to fill the dark lines between stones.

            Running her hands along the walls, Nichole jogged up the steps as stealthily as she would were she on a mission. You never know who’s watching. She slid the key from her back pocket and unlocked the door.

            “What is it?” The words had escaped her mouth before the door had opened far enough for her to see whose faces lay inside. Monica let out a small squeak while Laura and Jennifer simply stared expectantly over the computer monitor. “Fine, I know what it is. Details, please?”

            “We’re waiting for Suzy, I don’t want to have to go over everything a hundred and twenty times.” Laura said quietly without raising her eyes from the monitor or interrupting the steady sound of the keyboard clacking beneath her fingers. Or it might have been Jennifer typing; she couldn’t see either of their hands.

            She took a few steps further inside while looking over her shoulder to make sure the door was locked. As she felt her eyes adjusting to the bright room, her ears were working overtime listening for anything suspicious. Paranoia always got the best of her. Despite her training and the intense silence around her, nothing struck her as suspicious. A television in an adjacent apartment, the keyboard clacking, the obnoxiously loud tick of Jennifer’s watch that always drove her nuts, and the ghost-like purring of Monica’s eerie black cat. Suddenly, footsteps. She saw the rest of the team’s eyes’ jump up as well. After a second they collectively relaxed, it was Suzy. They all recognized the sound of her footsteps, it was distinctive, unique even, and when you spent as much time listening as they did, a sound as distinctive as this was always a relief.

            The doorknob turned, the lock clicked, and Nichole felt her back arch and nerves go on end despite the certainty that it was Suzy opening the door. Damn, stupid paranoia. Pluto, the cat, hissed and bolted off under a chair. Suzy entered and immediately went to the computer taking Monica’s seat as she launched herself onto the floor to lure her cat back into her lap.

            “Okay, now, can we get details?” Nichole shot at Laura. Laura answered with a dirty look, it was playful but there was still a bit of honest spite in it. Nichole knew that she would get annoyed as well if the team were constantly pestering her for details, so she didn’t feel offended.

            Laura cleared her throat importantly before starting, hoping to get Monica out from under the chair. “Just start, she already read it over your shoulder,” Jennifer stated.

            “Mostly, I was hoping she’d shut up before I started but, whatever,” she cleared her throat once more, “So, as you all know, there are a couple of targets we’ve been planning on hitting up for a while.”

            “Like that jewelry store with the owner who buys blood diamonds and supports all those barbaric rebel groups in various African countries?” Nichole questioned, unsure of exactly which targets Laura was referring to.

            “Like that bank with the scummy board of directors who report charity donations they aren’t making just so they can get a tax break?” Suzy inquired, as Monica finally brought her cat out from under the chair and stopped cooing at it.

            “Like that-“

            “Yes, all of those places, the whole list, well not the whole list, but, my point is there seems to be another team out there who is going down a really similar list to ours and it’s gonna start screwing with our plans. If they are taking these places out before we can, then we have no work. They seem to be a lot quicker at planning these things our, so they are probably a lot sloppier about it.”

            “We know they are a lot sloppier,” Monica interjected. “The cops are getting suspicious, which is also really bad for us.”

            Jennifer jumped in at this point. “I was thinking that we could do a stake out and confront whoever this is. They’ve already taken out three of our top targets, if we stake out the next one on the list; they’re bound to show up eventually.”

            “Their last hit was two weeks ago and there was exactly sixteen days between the earlier robberies so I say we start the stakeout as soon as possible to look for suspicious characters and possible set up and any other scheming that might be happening around the building.”

            “Do we know which target is next?” Suzy asked while her eyes flicked down the document opened on the monitor.

            “We’ve been thinking about that. We think it’s the storage facility on 6^th that the owner uses for cockfighting after hours. Poor little chickies.” Monica made a sickeningly cute face at her cat with her final statement.

            The next several hours spent working out a schedule for their stakeout and perfecting their stakeout method, including how to warn others of any information that was collected in the process and what the plan was when their opposition began their hit on the facility. Finally, just as the sun began to rise, the plans were done and Jennifer took off quickly to prepare before her shift on stakeout.

            As Jennifer left the room, Laura tried to stifle a yawn and failed. Her failure meant that the yawn was passed around the room several times before they collectively stopped yawning. “I guess that means we should all get to sleep,” Laura stated as she stood up and headed towards the door. The rest followed her out of the room groggily and headed towards their respective beds.

            While the rest of the team hunkered down for some sleep before they had to deal with their day jobs or work for the team, Jennifer found an average looking car and filled it with some empty boxes before she head over to the storage lockers. Her job was to scope the place for anything that was different from their latest blueprints and see what, if anything, had already been done by their competition for the impending break in.

            She entered slowly, casually, a smallish box under one arm, the only one that actually had contents. When she reached the front desk she placed the box on the counter and cleared her throat lightly as she reached for her wallet.

            “Can I help you?” a balding man behind the counter asked with more than a little bit of disdain. His bad comb-over and cracked glasses were distracting but Jennifer did her best to ignore them and focus on being personable.

            “Yes, do you rent on a monthly basis?” she asked in her best impersonation of friendly and honest. The man still looked suspicious but that was most likely related to the fact that he was a criminal.

            “Yes, two hundred a month plus a fifty dollar security deposit for your medium sized locker. Five foot by ten foot, ground floor, pay upfront.”

            

Group Picture 1

From left to right: Suzy, Jennifer, Nichole, Laura, and Monica