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[align=left][size=9][b]Maybe one the[/b][color=firebrick]Inside[/color]
[b]Maybe on the [/b][color=firebrick]Quietside[/color]
[b]Theres something[/b] [color=firebrick]lost[/color][b]along the[/b] [color=firebrick]ride[/color]
[b]Its still a [/b][color=red]strength[/color][b] I've yet to[/b][color=firebrick]find[/color]
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[color=red][size=18]And somethings missing.....[/size][size=12]{inside of me}[/size][/color]
[color=firebrick][align=center][size=24][b]Commander Casperilla Marietta Montegra[/b][/size][/color]
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Casper stared at the large screen that was spiting out calculations. The shorthaired brunette sat in a large black chair next to desk that was creepily organized for a woman who had so much to do. Not a pin was out of place in the office. Commander Montegra ran her team with military precision, and her office was a testament to that standard. An intercom message broke the peace in which Casperilla was formulating in a notebook with small, even handwriting. She put the notebook in a draw specifically for that purpose, and picked up the intercom. A nasally voice in the front office told her she had a call waiting from a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. She declined the call in a strong, confident voice that broke the silence with and air of leadership.
Moving out of her desk, she opened a small closet with supplies and a long, hanging mirror in a black frame. Making sure her suit was perfect and stainless; she readjusted her coat so the hem was parallel to the floor. Casper never looked anything but perfect. Her life was never anything but in perfect order and sequence. Everything had a place.
Casper headed out to her own lab. Most tests took place in the Main Hall, which was the largest of all her government funded facilities, but the Commander preferred to make most of her calculations and tests in a smaller, more comfortable room where she could combine substances to her hearts content.
Casperilla had been named after a children’s movie, [i]Casper the Friendly Ghost[/i]. But Casper was anything but friendly now. She ran a team of scientists in what she called the MUTANT operation. Her own little inside joke. She's slipped up once and used it in front of a colleague, but no one seemed to notice that she had made a joke. The Commander wasn’t exactly known for her sense of humor. The team of five scientists helped to create one of the governments most well kept secrets. No one could know that a twenty nine year old was one of the best, most successful scientists in America. Casper was the League Creator. She was found by the government when she graduated Harvard at nineteen and offered a job with a secret government project. And with government finding and Casper's brain, the League was born. [/size][/align]
[align=right][color=red][size=18]......There's a hole in my heart[/size] [size=12]{You just cant see}[/size][/color][/align]
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[b]I'll have to[/b] [color=firebrick]search[/color]
[b]Way down [/b][color=firebrick]deep[/color]
[b]I could spread my[/b] [color=firebrick] wings[/color]
[b]If I could only [/b][color=red]reach[/color][/align] [/size]
[align=left][size=9][b]Maybe one the[/b][color=firebrick]Inside[/color]
[b]Maybe on the [/b][color=firebrick]Quietside[/color]
[b]Theres something[/b] [color=firebrick]lost[/color][b]along the[/b] [color=firebrick]ride[/color]
[b]Its still a [/b][color=red]strength[/color][b] I've yet to[/b][color=firebrick]find[/color]
[/size][/align]
[color=red][size=18]And somethings missing.....[/size][size=12]{inside of me}[/size][/color]
[color=firebrick][align=center][size=24][b]Commander Casperilla Marietta Montegra[/b][/size][/color]
[size=10]
Casper stared at the large screen that was spiting out calculations. The shorthaired brunette sat in a large black chair next to desk that was creepily organized for a woman who had so much to do. Not a pin was out of place in the office. Commander Montegra ran her team with military precision, and her office was a testament to that standard. An intercom message broke the peace in which Casperilla was formulating in a notebook with small, even handwriting. She put the notebook in a draw specifically for that purpose, and picked up the intercom. A nasally voice in the front office told her she had a call waiting from a fundraiser for breast cancer awareness. She declined the call in a strong, confident voice that broke the silence with and air of leadership.
Moving out of her desk, she opened a small closet with supplies and a long, hanging mirror in a black frame. Making sure her suit was perfect and stainless; she readjusted her coat so the hem was parallel to the floor. Casper never looked anything but perfect. Her life was never anything but in perfect order and sequence. Everything had a place.
Casper headed out to her own lab. Most tests took place in the Main Hall, which was the largest of all her government funded facilities, but the Commander preferred to make most of her calculations and tests in a smaller, more comfortable room where she could combine substances to her hearts content.
Casperilla had been named after a children’s movie, [i]Casper the Friendly Ghost[/i]. But Casper was anything but friendly now. She ran a team of scientists in what she called the MUTANT operation. Her own little inside joke. She's slipped up once and used it in front of a colleague, but no one seemed to notice that she had made a joke. The Commander wasn’t exactly known for her sense of humor. The team of five scientists helped to create one of the governments most well kept secrets. No one could know that a twenty nine year old was one of the best, most successful scientists in America. Casper was the League Creator. She was found by the government when she graduated Harvard at nineteen and offered a job with a secret government project. And with government finding and Casper's brain, the League was born. [/size][/align]
[align=right][color=red][size=18]......There's a hole in my heart[/size] [size=12]{You just cant see}[/size][/color][/align]
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[align=right][size=9]
[b]I'll have to[/b] [color=firebrick]search[/color]
[b]Way down [/b][color=firebrick]deep[/color]
[b]I could spread my[/b] [color=firebrick] wings[/color]
[b]If I could only [/b][color=red]reach[/color][/align] [/size]