ROLEPLAY HQ - the-spies

Paris, 1952. The sound of the heels of her shoes on the cold, dark tarmac were drowned in the noise the trains around here made as workers were too busy to take note of her. Her movements were resolute and yet graceful, aided by her long black coat that made her look almost like an autotharian figure among those around her. The black locks of her hair were hid underneath a black beret, and her red lipstick on her well defined lips were the only bit of color on her. Most would consider her face to be a work of art, but something in her eyes made everyone realize that this woman was not here for entertainment, or even to be admired.

She made her way through the docks and arrived at an old factory hall that had been unused for a couple of weeks as it was inbetween owners. The cold concrete underneath was stained black at the spot where she flicked her gauloise cigarette onto before she stepped onto it and entered the hall in front of her. The inside was only lit by a single lamp hanging on a long cord from the ceiling, centered on a table with many papers and maps on. In front of this table stood a man, with his grey jacket thrown over a chair to the side of the table. He turned around with a mischievous grin across his face, which was almost sharp, but not rough. His brown hair was loosely slicked back and almost a bit messy. He had taken off his tie and his white shirt was unbuttoned down to the third button. He had a cigarette behind one of his ears which almost fell off as he turned towards the woman that had entered. "I was wondering how long you'd take.", he said in his almost too clean English, with only a hint of an German accent in it. "Of course they pair me with you." the woman answered in her raspy tone with her clear French accent. "At least try to look like you're from here."

"What?" His tone was mocking, provocating, or perhaps a bit flirtatious, "I even use your tobacco. I go to great lengths to seem plausible I think." he chuckled and took a file from the table. "this is our information. Go to your place, read it through, destroy it, you know the drill. I'll meet you in the little Cafe by the corner at... Uhm, what's it called again? Oh you know the Cafe I mean. The one with the good coffee." after he had handed her the file he went over to the chair to get his jacket, took out his metal lighter, and threw the jacket over his shoulder. With the cigarette now between his index and middle finger he looked at her. "What, are we ignoring protocol now and use cafes as bases of operation out of all places?" she asked annoyed, skimming the documents in the file. "Of course not, but we're in Paris dear." the flame of his lighter gave his smile almost a warm, friendly feel for a split second before it returned to the slightly evil grin. "A croissant, coffee, a good looking French woman with anger issues and a task to save the world. I thought you French understood what it meant to live an exciting life." as he left he summed a little song and took a drag from the cigarette. French woman would be played by me, I'm looking for someone to play the male counterpart. Basically, the story revolves around a task which is assigned to these two and it's upon them how they solve it and during that what happens between them. If it sounds intriguing, you can reach out to me. Thanks

Even the male character can be changed to female character in case that is what someone prefers.