I realized that even though this is not necessary since I came up with the story, I want to say it so...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the HDF chatroom, however that may concern people and their daily lives. (which is none what-so-ever)
In a flurry of orange, blurred by the ongoing shower of rain and concealed by the early morning fog, was a girl. Now, there is a lot of girls in the world, but this one is far different from most of them. She's a spy. A rather peculiar spy who wears a distracting bright orange cloak, and who also goes by the name 'Kookie'. That obviously wasn't her real name, or even her spy name for that matter. Her somewhat adoptive elder sister gave her that pet-name and it had stuck. Misa—the sister's spy name—had a habit to give the people she worked with different names then their own.
Kookie progressed purposefully down a side ally, allowing herself to slow down for the time being. Gravity pulled her bright orange clock down unnaturally against her back. There was a particularly awkward rectangular lump that formed right around her back pocket. This object, how odd it may be, was the key to success on her mission. Without it, she would be at a loss.
As she reached an end to the numerous branches of the alleyways, Kookie peered over both edges that led out onto a main road, or at least more main than the alleyways. There was a glimmer of recognition when she saw a figure in red standing next to a stop sign, and she remembered her mission.
After double checking that the man was indeed facing the other way, Kookie briskly made into a fast walk to reach the red man before she was noticed. She was grateful to the rain, for it would be much more difficult to sneak up on someone without it. She made it right behind the man.
Kookie smirked. She smirked while reaching for her back pocket. She smirked when she tugged the heavy rectangle from her it. But Kookie smirked the most evilly when she held up the small, red building material above the man's head, ready to hit his head with force.
A quick wail of pain emitted from the man in the familiar red cloak. Getting his head bonked by a brick was a sensation he was quite used to, but it never hurt any less when he was hit, which was on a daily basis. He turned around, still rubbing his head, and asked yet again the same question as always.
"Why do you keep on doing that??"
Kookie just smiled.
"It's fun."
I may add more, I may not. The times in which i add them is entirely up to my willingness to write at that moment. Fair Warning =P!! I made this revolving around the HDF chatango chat room, so if you are some random person reading this don't be surprised if you don't get some inside jokes.